That night, the village in the mountain stronghold was very lively. In the courtyard of Bai Zao's house, many people sat around the table drinking, and at the table in the middle was sitting the important guest of the night.

For this mountain village, it is a rare thing to have foreign guests, and the arrival of Loran Hill also reminded some elderly people in the village of the girl who appeared in the village a long time ago.

"I didn't expect that Sister Jialan hasn't grown up after so many years." Xiangzhen, the girl who used to live in the lower level of Loran Hill, is now a mother, but her past appearance can still be vaguely seen in the angles of her face.

She looked at the girl with a smile. Although she was much older, her personality seemed to have not changed. She had even become more cheerful.

"Appearance should be difficult to change due to training." Loran Hill shook his head slightly distressed, then turned his gaze to everyone in the courtyard one by one.

Among them were Baizao's husband, the groom who got married that year, and Xiangchen's husband, a stern man with a knife on his waist. Some old people in the village were also sitting at the wine table.

It was rare for outsiders to come here, and the busy farming season had passed recently, so the villagers had some free time. Many people were curious about the girl who came to Bai Zao's house, so after a shout, many people gathered here tonight, and many of them came to join in the fun.

Fortunately, Bai Zao's family was well prepared. They called a few relatives from the neighborhood to help light a fire and cook. Xiangzhen also brought a lot of meat, making the banquet a sumptuous one.

Everyone sat together in this small courtyard, wanting to hear about the girl's experiences over the years. Loran Hill agreed with a smile, and then slowly began to tell the story.

From leaving Minze to Leixiaze, I witnessed the vastness of this world for the first time. From going to Yanyuzhou to arriving at Huiluzhou, after becoming a disciple of the Shang Sect, I felt for the first time the profound heritage of the Shang Sect. From the bustling and sleepless capital of Luojing to Longquan Bay overlooking the boundless sea of ​​sky, when Luo Lanxier was talking, the yard unconsciously became quiet.

Adults and children alike listened quietly and yearningly to the girl's narration of this vast and incredibly wonderful world. The scenery, deeds, and experiences along the way filled people with imagination, as if they were in one vivid world after another.

"After that, I boarded the ship back to the Western Continent with those elf friends..." Loran Hill paused for a moment, drank some water, and then continued.

"The sea is very rough, and the sky and waves are often the same blue for days on end. But at night, things are a little different."

"The starry sky covers everything. Standing on the sea, I feel like a tiny fish swimming among the stars..."

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"That sea serpent connected heaven and earth, and was entangled in thunder and lightning. It was like a god descending to earth, changing the currents of the sky, water, and sea for thousands of miles."

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"By the time we wake up and wander back to the Western Continent, it will be several years later."

As they talked, time passed slowly. It was not until Loran Hill stopped for a long time that everyone woke up from this long story.

The island of flaming rays, the yellow leaves of fire, the mountain of sunset, the Youchi clan, the prosperous Luojing, the endless ocean currents, those legendary paintings make people unable to calm down for a long time, as if they were in another world.

"It's really like wandering in a dream." A middle-aged scholar in a white shirt raised his glass with emotion, then toasted Loran Hill from a distance and drank it in one gulp.

In this way, the sounds in the yard gradually returned. Many children asked their parents and elders, and some adults talked to each other, telling about their own experiences, which reflected the stories told by Loran Hill.

"Oh no, the food is cold." Xiang Chen, who was standing by, looked at the table full of cold dishes and said in surprise and jokingly.

"Now we have to heat it up." Then he stood up, called a few neighbors to help, and started to light the fire again and heat up the food.

Everyone watched and laughed, and then someone suggested that they should not leave after the banquet tonight, but listen to Miss Jialan tell the story of this trip.

"That will make Jialan very busy." Bai Zao shook his head.

"She's my guest after all, so let her go. How about coming back tomorrow?"

"Oh..." Everyone could only lament that they had to wait another night, which was really worrying, but they just complained with a smile and had no intention of blaming anyone.

After the banquet was over, Bai Zao took Luo Lanxier back to the room to rest, and then he apologized to the girl, "I'm really sorry for having spoken to you all for so long."

She had known this girl before, that she was not the talkative type. Today's behavior was probably an exceptional performance. If she continued tomorrow, it would be a bit embarrassing. After all, they were guests, and this would be very impolite.

"It's nothing, Sister Bai Zao." Loran Hill sat on the blue-dyed cloth bed in the orange candlelight, looking around with nostalgic eyes.

"Actually, while I was telling the story, I also sorted out some things that I was about to forget. It's rare that everyone likes it." In fact, she still likes the atmosphere tonight, because it was like this when she was very young. In winter, adults and children sat around the fire, talking about some things, some telling stories, some roasting sweet potatoes, and some playing cards and so on.

"It seems that you have changed a little compared to before." Bai Zao responded with a smile after hearing this.

"Have a good rest tonight and have a sweet dream." Then Bai Zao walked down with a lantern.

After a good night's sleep, the next day, Loran Hill, led by Bai Zao, walked around the village, crossed the bluestone steps, walked along the wooden plank road suspended between tree branches and boulders, climbed up the high observation deck on the back mountain, and shuttled through the rice fields with rippling clear water. At night, he returned to the village and sat in front of the fire to continue telling about what he had seen and heard over the years.

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