Amidst laughter and conversation, Li Jiang and Mo Junqian also entered the hall.
Lu Chang stopped laughing and said to the group, "By the way, I'm going back to my sect. I came here to say goodbye."
Li Jiang asked suspiciously, "Why not leave with Mu Dong?"
Lu Changdao said, "I didn't originally plan to go back, but then I thought about it. Mu Dong is such a playful child, and he has a poor sense of vigilance. I was worried that he might cause trouble on the way, so I made this decision on the spur of the moment."
"Then what about Master..."
Lu Chang raised his hand to interrupt him, "This is the result of my discussion with my senior brother. Besides, Qingyun Sect cannot be without someone to oversee it. He can't go back, so it can only be me."
With a hint of helplessness in her words, Li Jiang glanced at the overly intimate conversation between her master and the Grand Tutor, and couldn't help but feel sorry for Uncle Lu Chang.
"Alright, I won't say any more. I'll be going now."
After saying his farewells, Elder Feng also stood up to see Lu Chang off, watching him leave in the same way until his figure disappeared from sight.
Under the clear blue sky, everyone gathered in the hall to discuss post-war reconstruction.
As the head of Qingshan Fusheng Pavilion, the Grand Tutor personally assigned each person to their respective duties, with Jiyue, as her eldest disciple, taking on the role of person in charge.
As she led everyone to Qingshan Town to rebuild houses and streets, she asked Qing and Li Jiang, "Have we met before? You two look very familiar."
Li Jiangqing and the others exchanged a glance and said in unison, "There are countless people in the world who look alike. Familiarity does not necessarily mean acquaintance."
"Oh, I see. Maybe I mistook you for someone else." Ji Yue turned around and continued walking, muttering to herself, "If you haven't seen me, you haven't seen me. Why are you making such a fuss..."
Before they had gone far, several shouts came from behind. Everyone turned around and saw Miao'er, Yuan Xiu, and the senior brother and sister Luo Fan and Luo Yun walking over.
Upon seeing the familiar face, Qinghe tightened his grip, maintaining a calm expression, but his body slowly moved behind Qirong.
"I don't know why, but I have a strange feeling in my heart."
The words reached Li Jiang's ears, and he said calmly, "Is it an emotion called a guilty conscience?"
Qinghe suddenly looked at him: "Brilliant, how did you know?"
"Because Mu Dong said the same thing to you not long ago."
Qinghe: "..."
As they were talking, Miao'er ran up to the group and excitedly shouted, "Senior Brother, you're here too! Miao'er hasn't seen you in so long, I've missed you so much... Hey, who is she? What a pretty young lady."
Beautiful? Are you referring to her?
Upon being praised, Qinghe smiled and walked forward with her head held high, saying softly, "You flatter me, Miss."
"Pretentious," Shen Xun suddenly teased.
Qinghe glared at him, then said softly to Miao'er, "This young lady is very lovely. You just called Qi Rong 'Senior Brother,' could you also be a disciple of Yujing Manor?"
Miao'er said sweetly, "Yes, I came with Elder Feng this time, and Yuan Xiu as well. He is my husband."
This time, Yuanxiu didn't refute her. He even looked at Miao'er with a doting smile, his eyes filled with affection and a little shyness, with only her in his eyes.
Qinghe raised an eyebrow, thinking to herself that the two of them were finally together.
"It's getting late, we should get going."
The group embarked on the long-term reconstruction work with great enthusiasm, and more than three months have passed since Qingshan was restored to its prosperous state.
...
The demon race stands tall on the desolate mountain.
In a quiet courtyard, Ji Chen lay on the bed with his eyes closed, fine beads of sweat on his forehead, as if he was not sleeping soundly.
He was still babbling incoherently, muttering something in his sleep. Yan Luo listened carefully and could only vaguely hear the words, "It was you... who found... the book..."
With a slight wave of the wooden fan, Yan Luo stared at Ji Chen's restless face, wondering to herself if he had been burned senseless by the red flames.
Thinking of the fiery red flames, and then of the man who controlled them, Yan Luo suddenly frowned, feeling a pang of discomfort in her heart.
She stood up, walked to the window, and saw the crowd waiting quietly outside. Her thoughts drifted to distant places.
It was a memory so long ago that it could easily have been forgotten, but the moment that person appeared, it burst forth like a locked box being opened, catching her completely off guard.
Memories rushed towards her like a flood, and she tried to stop them, but it was too late.
Consciousness was trapped in a nightmare, unable to escape. Just as he was lost in thought, a voice suddenly rang in his ears.
Yan Luo snapped out of her daze and looked at the newcomer.
"How is the Lord?" The voice was hoarse and rough, and Yan Luo frowned imperceptibly.
"The external injuries are fine, but the internal injuries will require a few days of recuperation," Yan Luo said. "General Mo, have the demon race caused any trouble these past few days?"
"With me here, nothing will go wrong."
Yan Luo smiled alluringly, "That's good then, thank you for your hard work, General."
"You were so confident of victory when you invaded the Central Plains, how could you have returned defeated?"
Yan Luo sat casually on a table and chair nearby, a hint of fatigue showing between his brows. "Victory and defeat are common occurrences in war. If you lose, you lose. There's no reason why."
"Hmph! If I were here, I certainly wouldn't be in such a sorry state."
Hearing his sarcasm, Yan Luo glanced at him coolly and said, "Is that so? Don't forget how you came to this desolate mountain and became a member of the demon race. Arrogance is not a good skill."
"You!" The man was furious, but after a long while he regained his composure and said, "Then when do you plan to attack the Central Plains again?"
"What's the rush? You'll get your chance eventually, and besides..."
She looked up at the cloudless sky in the distance and said softly, "Time really flies."
...
Three months later.
The autumn wind is chilly, and the weather is turning cool.
The streets of Qingshan Town were bustling with activity, teeming with people, and filled with the sounds of vendors hawking their wares—it was even more prosperous than before the reconstruction.
But today was different from the past. The streets were still crowded, but everyone had packed up their stalls and closed their doors, and all headed in one direction.
Someone, unaware of the situation, asked a question, and someone immediately replied, "Previously, the Floating Life Pavilion joined forces with cultivators from various sects to fight against the demons and saved the people of our town. Now that Qingshan has been rebuilt, we are able to continue living here. Therefore, everyone has decided to hold a grand banquet to thank them for saving our lives."
"I see. So where are we going?"
"Cui Liu Yuan, the newly built largest restaurant in town. The owner specifically said that today's banquet would be completely free, and he would pay for it all himself."
"Then let's go quickly."
"Walk."
"..."
Meanwhile, the Grand Tutor and his entourage had already arrived at the Green Willow Garden.
Hearing that the people wanted to hold a banquet, the Grand Tutor disagreed, but she could not resist the persuasion of the crowd and agreed.
Upon arriving at Cui Liu Yuan, I was pleased to see colorful ribbons hanging high and simple, unpretentious dishes.
At the entrance, the owner personally greeted us, speaking respectfully and behaving with utmost admiration.
Qi Changfeng walked beside the Grand Tutor, with Feng Laoli and Jiang following closely behind, and Qing and Qi Rong trailing slowly at the very back.
A pair of dark blue robes—anyone with eyes could see they were a perfect couple, a handsome man and a beautiful woman. Women would envy them, and men would envy them too.
"What a beautiful young couple! They're so young and already have a child. They're so happy."
"Yes, my poor child, alas!"
The words drifted to Qinghe's ears on the autumn wind, expressing deep regret over the misfortune. However, she couldn't understand how the child had come to that conclusion.
As if sensing her confusion, Qi Rong tapped her palm and pointed to Shen Xun, who was walking slowly ahead of them.
Qinghe immediately understood and patted the little adult on the shoulder.
Shen Xun turned around. "What is it?"
The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back and only said, "It's nothing, I just suddenly think you're very cute and wanted to see you."
Shen Xun turned his head away, raised his eyebrows and said, "I know I'm cute, you don't need to tell me."
Qinghe withdrew his hand and exchanged a smile with Qirong.
To onlookers, this scene made the family of three appear even more harmonious and happy.
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