Liu Feng arrived at the arcade, greeted his third brother Liu Xingju, and then pushed out a bicycle.
Then.
Liu Feng waved to Yu Jing and said, "Hey, give me what you're holding, hang one on each handlebar!"
"How are we going to hang this big bag on the handlebars?" Yu Jingya asked doubtfully.
"You have to believe in me, I'm all-powerful and can do anything!" Liu Feng said confidently.
“My dear brother, I really don’t believe you can do it!” Yu Jing retorted sarcastically.
"Sister Jingya, please forgive my rudeness!" Liu Feng quickly snatched the bags from Yu Jingya's hands, hung them on the handlebars, and said, "Get on, big sister!"
Yu Jingya chuckled, skillfully sat in the back seat, gently wrapped her arms around Liu Feng's waist, and pressed her soft breasts against Liu Feng's back.
Liu Feng's heart, which had been through two lifetimes, began to pound.
He felt that his Foundation Establishment cultivation, which he had been unable to break through for so long, was about to transform into a golden core and burst out of his body.
There's a voice screaming from deep inside.
If one cannot experience emotions in cultivation? What kind of cultivation is that? Where is the truth in it?
If cultivating immortality is to leave behind regrets, unable to cherish those around us, is it merely a selfish pursuit of longevity?
Wouldn't such a Dao heart develop cracks?
"The first sword strike upon landing is to slay the one you desire." What kind of bullshit cultivation stuff is that?
Should I kill my beloved and marry a fairy, or seek to remain alone for ten thousand years without dying?
Is this the right path?
The pent-up emotions in Liu Feng's chest burst forth and were fully released.
Instead, a sense of righteous indignation prevailed.
My mind and body suddenly felt enlightened, and my ancestral aperture was completely clear.
The magic gourd in his mind trembled slightly.
Lingxiao, in Linghu Lake, raised its dragon head from the lake and soared into the air, seemingly deepening its connection with Liufeng.
Liu Feng's state of mind underwent a qualitative leap, and thus, a feeling of pride arose within him, leading him to compose a song:
"Upon reaching the shore, I resolutely severed all ties with love."
"The figure in my heart has become a memory."
"My heart yearns for the distant immortal branch, high above."
Do old memories still linger in your mind?
"..."
"Never be a heartless swordsman."
"Cultivating truth and love is especially true."
"I have a particular fondness for the quiet elegance of the mortal realm,"
"Fearless of inner demons, love is pure."
"..."
"Liu Feng, what's wrong?" Yu Jingya's voice came from behind, like heavenly music.
“I want to sing you a song called ‘Preferring the Mortal World’…” Liu Feng said, and then began to sing.
The singing was melodious and captivating, seemingly able to penetrate the soul.
Yu Jingya's hands, wrapped around Liu Feng's waist, tightened and softened.
Liu Feng pedaled the bicycle, and it moved forward steadily.
The wheels turned, making a slight creaking sound, as if accompanying Liu Feng's singing.
A gentle summer breeze caressed their faces, carrying a hint of coolness.
The roadside flowers swayed gracefully in the breeze, releasing a fragrant aroma.
Liu Feng easily pedaled the pedals and drove along the street.
Yu Jingya's long hair swayed gently in the wind, occasionally brushing against Liu Feng's back, bringing a ticklish sensation.
Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting patches of light on the ground.
Their figures moved through the dappled sunlight.
Singing all the way.
Yu Jingya would occasionally whisper from behind, "Liu Feng, who is Yu Jingya in your lyrics?"
Liu Feng replied, "Sister, it's you, it's you! How many times do I have to answer you?"
Yu Jingya pressed her blushing face against Liu Feng's back and chuckled, "Are you tired? It's okay if you ride slower."
Liu Feng turned around and replied with a smile, "It's okay, I'm very strong."
After riding through several streets and alleys, the hustle and bustle of Wenshu Street gradually faded away, and the surroundings became quiet, with only the sound of the wind and the occasional birdsong coming from afar.
The afterglow of the setting sun spilled onto the sycamore trees along the roadside, and the dappled shadows swayed gently in the breeze.
Finally, we stopped in front of Yu Jingya's maternal grandmother's house.
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