Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

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On the other side, at Yujing Terrace, there were already a lot of people. Boyang's family squeezed up the mountain with great difficulty, and finally found a vacant position with a high sightline and a good angle of view, where they could see the center of the venue clearly. In the middle of the square, there was a large altar, and the large incense burner that was usually placed on the altar had been moved in front of the altar, but had not yet been lit with long-burning incense, waiting for the ceremony to begin. On the altar were several plates of fruit, candlesticks on both sides, and a large bowl of wine and dishes in front of the fruit. On both sides of these things, there were a lot of bouquets that people had presented one after another. They were neon flowers, extremely bright red, almost filling up the entire space on both sides of the table.

Suddenly, several ancient bells were heard from the direction of Yiyan Palace, melodiously and gracefully, resounding through the sky, one louder than the other. The whispers from the crowd in the square immediately quieted down. Everyone's eyes shifted over there, and at the same time, they made way for a path leading to this side.

The door of the hall opened, and Master Hu Jing stepped out first, followed by two young figures, one man and one woman, walking side by side. The man was young, with a delicate face and a ferocious Nuo mask hanging on his waist. The woman wore a dark green cloak over a black gown. Her long hair was tied up under the cloak, and the green sword that could break hair and bones was faintly visible tied around her waist. It was a familiar figure, but from a distance, her face could not be seen clearly. One could only feel her quiet and firm aura. She held a column of three long-burning incense sticks in her hands and walked forward solemnly step by step. The three walked to the center of the square and bowed solemnly on the futon in front of the altar. Then, Lin Huan stood up, stepped forward and bowed to insert the long-burning incense stick in his hand into the incense burner. Then he returned to his original position. He leaned over the futon again and knelt for a long time.

“This…” Madam Huixin whispered in surprise, “…Is it Ah Huan…Ah Huan’s sister from the Wangsheng Hall, right?!”

"Yes, she is Ah Huan, the younger sister of Lin Huan from Uncle Hu of Wangsheng Hall... At the same time, she was also the hero who marched side by side with us during the Layer Rock Battlefield, guarding the battlefield on the ground, protecting the sky, and guiding the Thousand Rock Army soldiers on the ground battlefield to stop the ferocious beasts from leaving the Layer Rock range and invading Liyue Harbor. She was also the one who guarded the two mountain passes, preventing the monsters from crossing the line, and supported various battlefields, helping the soldiers find some vitality and hope from despair... A very gentle immortal, Mr. Fenghui." Boyang's voice was very soft and gentle.

"She is the Immortal Master Feng Hui? Sister A Huan is an immortal... Is she the Immortal Master Feng Hui?" Madam Hui Xin's eyes fell on the back of the person who had lost some weight. She was curled up on the cushion, looking so small that she seemed like she would break if the wind blew.

"I really didn't expect it at all!" Madam Huixin was a little excited. She thought of the little girl sitting next to Boyang in the private room of the Li Pavilion ten years ago. She pulled her sleeve and smiled as she pushed her brother Boyang, who was a little shy when he saw her, to her side. That girl was too sensitive. When she saw her and then looked at the person next to her, she knew that something must be going on. So she quickly took action to match them up and make them a good match... But she never expected that the little girl who once stood next to Boyang would become what she is now after ten years. She was soaked in frost and snow, washed by blood and friendship, and became so firm and steady now... But, that little figure kneeling on the futon, with her head down and silent, was really too distressing to see.

"In the end, it was she who... took you... home, right?" Mrs. Huixin said with a sob.

"Yes, it was her." Bo Yang whispered, "...Fu She was seriously injured and didn't make it. Everyone who went down to the underground palace with him died or dispersed... In the end, only I was left. Maybe... She watched me go down to the underground palace at the bottom of the abyss, suppressed her sadness, dealt with the war on the ground, and then stubbornly asked the Emperor and the immortals to accompany her to the bottom of the abyss, but in the end, she only brought me back..."

Slowly, time passed until midnight after the second watch... The lights at the port were still as bright as day, and the crowd at Yujingtai slowly dispersed, but there were still people coming and going to offer flowers, gathering and dispersing. But Boyang and his family had been waiting, accompanying him not far away, and did not leave. Before, seeing that it was getting late, Boyang asked Rong Zhao to carry the sleepy little girl Yeqi home to sleep. He held the hand of his wife, who was stubborn and wanted to wait with him, and stood there. His body had not fully recovered yet, so before he came out, Madam Huixin thoughtfully put a thick cloak on him, so he would not feel cold even in the gusts of night wind.

It was the second half of the night, almost time for the third watch... Boyang could hardly stand. Supported by his wife, he staggered a little and walked with stiff steps to the flower bed next to the tree and sat down. But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard bursts of exclamations coming from the crowd that was vaguely dispersing!

Boyang and his wife looked at it, but they were horrified to see that the dark green figure lying motionless suddenly stiffened and fell to the side on the mat, and was tightly hugged by the young man in green. Master Hu was also accompanying them, and he was also frightened and at a loss.