Every night when he went to the guest room, Long Yu always felt that his life was not comfortable, and could even be said to be uncomfortable:
"Why, you don't want to sleep anywhere else, do you want to sleep between me?" Canyue asked, lying on one side of the bed, with her right hand on the side of her forehead, fiddling with the jade lamp on the bed.
Baili Xingyu, who was sleeping on the other side, felt his cheeks get hot and was speechless when he thought that he had misunderstood Long Yu's intention. He just turned slightly to the other side and pretended to fall asleep.
"Hmph! You let me sleep outside last time, but now I'm sleeping in the middle." Long Yu thought that he should have a good resting place in the guest room.
With that said, Long Yu lay down between the two women.
"Shameless!" Zan Yue stretched out her foot to kick Long Yu, but found that she couldn't kick Long Yu, who was trying to defend himself.
After the body has experienced thunder tribulation and reached the state of Zangling, the body's overall toughness has been improved to a new level.
After trying several times, Canyue found that she really couldn't kick Long Yu down. She pouted and thought for a while, then a light flashed in her eyes and she had an idea.
Canyue's voice changed from cold and angry to weak, and she said sweetly: "Master Long, I need to take off my clothes."
With that said, Canyue's delicate hands slowly took off the clothes on her left shoulder downwards...
Sure enough, the next moment, Long Yu's figure flashed outside the guest room, and the moment he closed the door, the silvery laughter of Zang Yue and Baili Xingyu came from the room.
"Hmph, when I succeed in my cultivation and find a Taoist companion, I will definitely be able to..." Long Yu had so many words in his mind, but he couldn't say even a single word.
After wandering around for a while, after leaving the Baicang Inn, Long Yu stood on the street of Baicang City at night, looking at the road disappearing into the night, feeling a little dazed:
Baicang City, this is an ancient city that stands on the border between human and demon tribes. In the night, the ancient bronze bell on the top of the city will always ring slowly from time to time, echoing in the silent night sky.
Long Yu, as a young man wearing a dark blue robe, stood on the street, looking at the road disappearing into the night, feeling lonely.
When the bell rang, Long Yu always felt that the air around him was filled with tension.
Since the conflict between the human and demon tribes intensified not long ago, Baicang City, as one of the five major border cities, is also the front line of friction between the two tribes.
Although Long Yu has been trying to adapt to this atmosphere, every time it is quiet at night, he will always fall into deep meditation unconsciously.
At this moment, Long Yu looked at the road disappearing into the night, feeling a strong desire in his heart. Long Yu stared at the trembling candlelight in the houses on both sides of the street. At that moment, Long Yu suddenly felt a desire to find his own home.
In other words, it is to find a home, to find a place where he can rest peacefully.
However, Long Yu felt inexplicably that this road was destined to be full of hardships and ups and downs.
In this fairy world, the dispute between the human race and the demon race never ends, and as a member of it, he must shoulder his own responsibilities. But what is my responsibility?
"Maybe this is my destiny." Long Yu whispered to himself, with a firm look on his face. He walked on the street, the night wind gently brushing his cheek. He closed his eyes, as if he could hear the call from the distance, guiding him to the place that belonged to him.
Although the road ahead is unknown and full of challenges, Long Yu has made a decision in his heart. He will move on to find his true home. In the process, he will become stronger and more mature. And all of this stems from the deep loneliness and helplessness he felt when he looked at the road in the night.
Long Yu took a deep breath, then turned and left the city. He knew that there was still a long road ahead, and he had to face it alone. This is his growth, this is his experience.
Long Yu's choices and growth will bring new variables to this battle. And all this will be gradually revealed in the days to come...
After wandering around for a long time, Long Yu felt that there was no longer a flickering candlelight in front of him, but some dazzling light. He looked up and saw the three typing words "Moonlight Banquet" suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Go in and have a look."
In the world of Xianxia, Yuexiayan Restaurant stands on the street of this street. Its name is picturesque and fascinating. This restaurant is not only praised for its beautiful architectural style, but also because it has a special rule: the top floor accepts people with stories.
In the Yuexia Banquet, Long Yu looked around while tasting the spiritual fruit from the Yuexia Banquet.
Just when he was doubtful, a familiar figure appeared in front of him. That was Jiang Jian. He looked a little haggard, obviously the result of drinking all day and not practicing.
When the two met, perhaps because they were in a bad mood at the same time, they sat down directly without any unnecessary greetings.
Jiang Jian did not use his spiritual power to dissolve the alcohol, but chose to bear the drunkenness directly. Long Yu knew the pain in Jiang Jian's heart. He listened silently to Jiang Jian's words, and his face could not help showing sympathy for Jiang Jian.
During the chat, Long Yu learned the reason why the melancholic young master in charge of the restaurant and Jiang Jian became good friends.
It turned out that Jiang Jian had been to Baicang City once before. When he had no money to buy wine, he discovered that the Yuexia Banquet had a rule. Anyone who told their story to the person in charge would get a jug of good wine from the Yuexia Banquet.
Jiang Jian naturally gave it a try, and the more he talked, the more he talked. It seemed that the young master had the power to make others tell him everything.
In the end, the two became friends because they both had the same experience of not being able to stay with their loved ones.
This melancholic young man was originally named Zhang Bainian. It is said that before he embarked on the journey of cultivating immortals, he was deeply in love with a female monk, but they were forced to separate because of the differences between immortals and mortals. Jiang Jian also had similar regrets to Young Master Zhang because he also had an unforgettable love affair.
Hearing this, Long Yu couldn't help but feel ups and downs in his heart. He also felt sympathy for Mr. Zhang's experience and sighed for their helplessness.
At this moment, a burst of poetry recited from the top floor, dreamlike, melancholy and charming.
The person who recited the poem was none other than the melancholy young man in charge of the restaurant, Zhang Bainian. He was wearing a green robe, and his clothes were swaying slightly in the night wind, like green bamboo swaying in the moonlight. His face is delicate and his eyes are deep, as if he hides endless stories. Whenever he opened his red lips, poems flowed out of his mouth like flowing water, filled with sadness and nostalgia.
Zhang Bainian strokes the strings of the piano, and the sound of the piano is like crying and complaining, like a lonely elegy. His singing, accompanied by the sound of the piano, floated in every corner. His voice is deep and affectionate, and every word carries power and touches the heart. People listened to his singing, and sad and beautiful pictures appeared in their minds, and they couldn't help but shed tears.
His poems seem to have a magical power that can evoke sadness and longing deep in people's hearts. Those who are far away from home and lost in love all feel a pain in their hearts when they hear his singing. His voice is like a key, opening the emotional door deep in people's hearts, allowing them to find catharsis in tears and emotions.
In this white city, the sound of Zhang Bainian's poetry has become the sustenance of people's emotions and is also the unique symbol of Yuexiayan Restaurant. His voice is like cups of fine wine, mellow and intoxicating, allowing people to find resonance and comfort in wine and poetry.
Long Yu sat there quietly, listening to the poems and music of the melancholic son Zhang Bonian. His heart was ups and downs, and he couldn't help but recall the days when he was ridiculed by other disciples because of his slow cultivation. Those mocking and contemptuous looks pierced his heart like needlepoints.
Long Yu closed his eyes, and the past memories slowly unfolded in his mind like a colorless scroll.
Long Yu was thinking about how he went from the novice who didn't even dare to hunt spiritual beasts to the one who is now accustomed to killing.
Every change is like a carving knife, deeply engraved in Long Yu's heart.
Long Yu opened his eyes, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes.
The sword is already held tightly in his hand. It is a weapon and a symbol of some kind.
Long Yu couldn't help but start thinking again, what made him choose this path, choosing killing and bloodshed.
He wanted to find this answer, an answer that would allow Long Yu to explain himself and the world.
However, this time, Long Yu did not get the answer.
Long Yu's heart was like a sea shrouded in thick fog, unable to calm down or see through.
He tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword. Long Yu knew that he still needed time, more thinking, and more understanding.
Long Yu understood that only through self-examination and self-exploration could he find his own answer, the reason that allowed him to hold the sword.
It was a difficult journey, but Long Yu did not back down.
Because Xuan Ziyuan told Long Yu that only by experiencing the deepest darkness can the brightest light be seen.
Long Yu is willing to accept this challenge because he knows that this is his own path and the path he must take.
Finally, Long Yu sat back down and continued to listen to the melancholy poems and music.
Long Yu felt that this might be a way for him to find the answer. At least, in Long Yu's heart, this is the only thing he can do now.
Jiang Jian, on the other hand, sat quietly next to him, with sad poems and the sound of the piano echoing in his ears.
Jiang Jian's heart was like a lonely castle, besieged by endless thoughts.
The music was as desolate as the autumn rain, hitting his heart bit by bit, making his inner world even more desolate. That poem was as biting as the cold wind, and every word was engraved deep in his soul, making him unable to forget it.
Jiang Jian's eyes were deep, like lake water in the dark night, sparkling but unable to hide the sadness in his heart.
Tears shone in the corners of his eyes, like cold stars, reflecting his loneliness and despair. Jiang Jian's hands were clenched tightly, and his knuckles looked pale due to excessive exertion. This was a manifestation of his inner pain and his deep longing for Lin Qiaoer.
Jiang Jian closed his eyes and let tears fall from the corners of his eyes. His heart was like the surface of a lake blown by the wind, undulating. The unspeakable pain made him unable to breathe. He sighed deeply, the breath seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his soul, carrying endless sorrow and longing.
His mind was filled with the shadow of Lin Qiaoer. Her smile, her tears, and every move she made left a deep mark on his heart. He missed her gentleness, her kindness, and her smile. All of that has become an indelible memory in Jiang Jian's heart.
The sound of the piano fades, and the last notes of the poems dissipate in the air. Jiang Jian's eyes were shining with determination. He knew that he would always miss Lin Qiaoer and miss everything about her...
But who knew at this time that what Lin Qiaoer was looking down at in the city lord's palace was Jiang Jian's portrait; while Canyue and Baili Xingyu were looking forward to Long Yu's return...
