Chapter 336: The Mountain and the Sea...
She knew that Song Linsheng was thin-skinned.
On the way back from Chengyunyan, Wen Yu met Song Zhuo by the Yuan River, but he was busy searching for Song Linsheng's whereabouts and didn't say much.
I didn't expect Xiao Zhuo to be so sharp that he could chase us here and bring such a large group of people with him.
"Wenyu!" Zang Ling pushed through the crowd, stepped forward, and lifted her shoulders, looking around her several times. "Are you okay?"
At the foot of Gouwu Mountain, when Wen Yu was about to go up Chengyun Rock, Zang Ling wanted to follow him, but he couldn't bear to push him too hard.
Now that her soul has returned to its place, Wen Yu must have been shocked. She has been restless and anxious these past few days, fearing that something might go wrong.
Now that I see her standing here safely, I finally feel relieved.
"I'm fine." Wen Yu grabbed Zang Ling's hand. Seeing her hair full of silver hair, she couldn't help but call out, "Li... Zhixian."
What did Zhixian go through when she was not around?
It must be very difficult to turn your black hair into white hair.
"What did you call me?" Zang Ling was shocked. Although she had expected that Wen Yu would remember it sooner or later, when the moment came, she still found it a little unbelievable.
Wen Yu's eyes suddenly warmed up, and he forced a smile and said, "Zhi Xian."
"You—" Zang Ling started unconsciously, but then changed the subject and stopped asking, "I'm glad you're back, and I'm glad you're safe."
A wind rushed in from the wide-open tomb door, blowing Zang Ling's hair towards Wen Yu. Strands of silver-white hair rippled in front of the two of them, as if millions of years had flowed through them.
Wen Yu raised her sleeve and pinned the silver strand with two fingers, "Yan Zi has been in Cangling Immortal Mountain for so many years, fortunately you have been looking after her."
Back then, she asked Chi Huang to send someone there. In fact, she was not very familiar with the legendary Hidden Spirit God. She didn't expect that now it turned out that the flood had washed away the Dragon King Temple, and the family members didn't recognize each other.
"I...actually, Wen Yanzi and I..." But for some reason, Zang Ling's face flickered and he spoke hesitantly.
She wasn't able to take care of anything, but instead... there were so many twists and turns in the matter that she really didn't know how to explain it to Wen Yu.
At this time, Wen Yanzi stepped forward and interrupted Zang Ling, "Don't worry, Master... treats me very well."
After hearing this, Wen Yu was indeed relieved, but Zang Ling's expression changed slightly.
Was it to reassure Wen Yu? He had actually brushed it off so lightly. Those early days spent together were worthy of a good word, but the subsequent sword-drawings... could that also be considered good?
"Since I have accepted you as my disciple, I should be good to you." Zang Ling felt that the word "master" was really harsh to the ears, and could not help but say something in a yin-yang way.
Could it be that at this point, her relationship with Wen Yanzi is still just that of a master and a disciple?
She had originally wanted to ask about Wen Yu and Tai Hao, but now she didn't have the mood to do so.
Seeing the tension growing and a fight imminent, Song Zhuo hurriedly pulled the two apart and came forward to smooth things over, "Aunt, what day is today? Have you forgotten?"
In the past few days since returning to Jiangyang, Cangling God and Uncle Wen have been arguing from the Song residence to the Wen residence, and then fighting from the Wen residence to the Song residence.
Even if he and Wen Liangyi tried to reconcile them, it would be useless even if they talked their mouths off, so they were already used to it.
"What day?" Wen Yu was indeed a little unable to react for a moment.
Chengyunyan is different from the mortal world. I have been delayed for several days and I really don’t know what year it is.
Song Linsheng's eyes flickered, he gently pulled her sleeve, and whispered, "It's... March 3rd, Xiaoyu."
Wen Yu turned around in response, and after hearing these words, his eyes clearly lit up.
——March 3rd, March 3rd, boys and girls are strolling in the river bend.
The nursery rhyme in her memory suddenly rang out, bringing Wen Yu back to the spring when she first met Song Linsheng in the world across a hundred years.
"It's the Shangsi day, Song Lin was born." Wen Yu held his hand with her backhand, her words light yet gentle.
They once held orchids in their hands and prayed, hoping that the stream water would take away all disasters and illnesses. They also sat on the ground in Jiangyang Restaurant, reading, drinking tea, listening to music and looking at flowers, and then ate eight cold and eight hot water banquets, and then went out of the city to worship the God of Spring and light wish lanterns along the Yuan River.
For a moment, Wen Yu and Song Linsheng held hands and looked at each other in silence, but it seemed as if it contained thousands of words.
In that spring when they first met in the world, Shangsi was the first festival they spent together.
In the future, they will have many more holidays to spend together.
Song Zhuo stared at the two people's clasped hands for a moment with a complicated look in his eyes, his eyes filled with unspeakable sighs and envy. "Now that my aunt and... my uncle have reconciled, why not join us at the Yuanshui River to join in the fun."
When I met my aunt earlier, I saw that she was in a hurry and wondered why she came back from Gouwu Mountain alone. I thought that the situation must have changed.
He quickly gathered everyone to come and take a look, and fortunately nothing serious happened.
It is not easy for my aunt and uncle to be where they are today. Thinking of the scene of the two of them fighting each other when they entered the family tomb last time, Song Zhuo agreed with this even more.
"Yes, aunt - uncle -" Wen Liangyi quickly joined in. The tacit understanding between him and Song Xuechuan was cultivated since childhood. As soon as one of them moved his eyebrows, the other would understand.
Seeing him acting funny, Wen Liangjian turned around and looked at Shen Bi, and rarely did he say anything to stop him.
"Come to think of it, I haven't spent Shangsi in Jiangyang for many years." Chen Bi was dressed in a purple robe and a golden crown, looking noble yet not arrogant. "Today is quite a coincidence."
In the past, she was either fighting outside or staying in Shangdu. She rarely had such leisurely and relaxed time as she has recently.
But now with his aunt, uncle, sisters and brothers by his side, Jiang Yang is much better off than Shangdu who is surrounded by wolves.
"Your Highness is right. Here we are old friends meeting, and over there the common people are gathering for the sacrificial ceremony—" Jia Tingxi smiled and greeted Wen Yu, "Only you two, my aunt, are missing."
No one asked about Song Linsheng and Wen Yu's current relationship, leaving them enough personal space, as if the previous misunderstandings and frictions had never happened, maintaining full acceptance and tolerance.
Song Linsheng's eyes were still wet with tears, but a gentle smile appeared on his lips. He turned sideways to look at Xiaoyu who was standing side by side with him, and his heart was filled with tenderness.
If his brother, sister Shen Chuo, Xi Yan, and Uncle Song could see the scene today, they would also be happy for him, right?
Wen Yu understood, and tightened her grip on Song Linsheng's hand. She looked back at him and smiled, "It's okay if Song Linsheng and I are missing, but what if Lord Jia is missing?"
"I've asked Brother Jiming to watch over there. We'll start the sacrifice when the auspicious time comes." Jia Tingxi's face flushed. Although he knew it was a joke, he still blushed.
It doesn’t matter whether you are an adult or not, we are all family.
Wen Heng couldn't help laughing when he saw his reaction. Even Lord Jia, who used to be a very clever man, would blush sometimes.
"Don't worry, aunt. With Brother Yu here, nothing will go wrong even if we all follow." After seeing enough, Wen Heng spoke up for Jia Tingxi.
I have to help with this favor because of the friendship we've had since childhood.
But when Song Zhuo heard it, it was not the case. "Brother has always been very considerate. Sister Heng... is right."
Wen Heng's eyebrows twitched, and she immediately looked over. She always felt that Xiao Zhuo was a little weird lately.
It seems... it started when Brother Yu came back.
"Of course, Brother Jiming is a genius." Wen Bao bit his lower lip tightly, but still couldn't help smiling.
When Song Zhuo glanced at her indifferently, she spread her hands innocently, and then quickly hid between Wen Yu and Song Linsheng, "Aunt is both civil and military, and uncle - both good-looking and virtuous."
"Hmm!" Wen Yu pretended to cough twice and held Wen Xiaobao in her arms.
How come she was talented in both literature and martial arts, but when she met Song Linsheng, she became both virtuous and beautiful?
The words are correct and the words are good, but I always feel like something is wrong.
Song Linsheng opened his mouth slightly, a hint of surprise flashing across his face.
This reminded him of the time in Fulian Cave when Xiaoyu said he was a white lotus swaying in the wind, beautiful but not flamboyant...
Xiaoyu beside him was scratching the tip of Wenbao's nose, and the two of them laughed together. Song Linsheng couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips——
As long as she likes this look.
"Wen Xiaobao, you've read so much that you've become a dog—" Su Jianbai folded his arms, chin held high, and looked down on others. "Did the teacher only teach you these flattering skills?"
But Wenbao was not afraid at all. He held Wenyu's hand and snorted at him, "You know what the teacher taught you, why are you asking me?"
Since the New Year, Sister Zhizhi sent Su Jianbai to the private school to be a classmate with her and Yingying, saying that it was Mr. White-haired Fox's handwriting that was crooked, and she should wait until his handwriting could be straightened out before sending him back.
"You--" Su Jianbai felt like someone had stepped on his tail and almost jumped up.
Chen Zhizhi put his hand on his head and said politely to everyone, "It's okay, it's okay. Let's go back first and don't miss the auspicious time."
The green mountains are like powder and the green water is like emerald pearls. After leaving the cemetery, the world outside becomes more vast. With the spring sun shining, it no longer feels as cold as in winter.
Everyone walked in front, chatting and laughing, while Wen Yu and Song Linsheng followed a little slower behind.
Looking back, the white magnolia in front of the door was still silent, but blooming even more brilliantly.
"Song Linsheng, I—" Wen Yu just started to speak, but before he could say anything, he felt his mind suddenly tighten, "Hmm—"
An endless supply of power gushed out from it, even more abundant than when he retrieved his soul at Gouwu Mountain.
Song Linsheng sensed something was wrong and immediately became extremely alert, "Xiaoyu!"
"Don't worry." Guan Lan appeared out of nowhere, with a look of complete nonchalance. "Chi Huang just sent a message saying that your statue already exists in the Temple of the Gods."
Wen Yu frowned slightly, slightly surprised by the sudden visit of the person in front of her, "What?"
She felt the shock gradually subside, and she no longer felt any discomfort. Instead, she felt a faint warmth all over her body. Then she remembered that her previous vertigo seemed to have not occurred since Gouwu Mountain.
What Guan Lan meant by this was...
"I'm congratulating you on having resolved your love tribulation and attaining enlightenment." Guan Lan straightened his face, his expression a bit complicated. "Immortal Lord Wen Yu."
Song Linsheng reacted and quickly reached out to Wen Yu's forehead with a ray of ice blue.
really.
Wen Yu touched his brow belatedly, still feeling it was a little unbelievable. What was so difficult to do a hundred years ago could now be accomplished in the blink of an eye.
"I've got your message. I have to go after him—" Guan Lan paused, then realized something was wrong and simply shut up and turned away. "Goodbye."
"Wait!" Wen Yu was so perceptive that she immediately understood his hidden meaning. "You mean Yu Chang—"
Yu Chang was here just now?
Didn’t he say he wouldn’t come this time? Why is he still... saying one thing and thinking another?
Guan Lan stopped and tried several times to walk away, but failed. "Yu Chang said he saw... this Song Linsheng is annoying. I'd better leave now. I'll invite you to visit me by the Yuan River another day."
It’s not his fault. It was Wen Yu who insisted on asking.
But Yu Chang was a guy who had never wanted to go back to the banks of the Yuan River with him in the past. He ran so fast today. Could it be that he was just waiting for this moment?
Are you afraid that after seeing Wen Yu, you won't be able to help but stay...
In silence, Wen Yu watched Guan Lan transform into his original form and fly away, but he couldn't think of what to say, not even a few words to Yu Chang.
If there is a future, I hope he can stride forward, meet like-minded partners on his own path, and no longer have to follow the footsteps and pace of others.
"Xiaoyu..." Song Linsheng stretched out his hand and called softly.
Wen Yu raised her lips and chuckled, then shook his hand back, "Song Linsheng, I'm here."
And now, she is going to go her own way.
The blue sun shines on the shoulders, and the spring breeze pushes people towards the bank of Yuan River. Soon the altar is right in front of them.
"Hurry up." Jia Tingxi urged, lifting up his skirt and rushing forward in two steps. "The show is about to begin——"
Song Zhuo dragged Wen Liangyi along, and they had to rush over to take care of him. "Come right over."
Those who don't have anything else to do naturally don't need to rush.
Wen Yu and Song Linsheng held hands tightly and swayed back and forth, looking particularly comfortable as they walked.
"You haven't told me where Fengdu God and Jiang Qi are after Gouwu Mountain." She didn't care at that time, but now she was really curious.
Song Linsheng slowed down his pace to match Wen Yu's, and said with a smile, "Hou Tu insisted on not returning to the underworld, so Fengdu packed up their belongings and hurriedly moved to Youdu City overnight."
The ending was as expected, Wen Yu smiled and shook his head.
She had also heard about the story of Jiang Qi and Zhao Qing, the two senior apprentices. At first, the goddess had feelings but the prince had no dreams, then the flowing water had intentions but the falling flowers were heartless. Now...
It all depends on how hard Fengdu Jun works.
"Aunt." Although there was nothing special, Chen Zhizhi was still a little shy. He walked up to Wen Yu and said, "Mother is busy preparing a hundred-day banquet for my father. She said she would come and offer tea to you later when she has time."
Even with these words, her mother repeatedly told her to bring them to the meeting.
At that time, she thought it might be a little strange, but her mother said that even if others didn't understand, her aunt would always understand.
As expected, Wen Yu smiled knowingly and nodded in agreement: "It doesn't matter how late it is, I'll wait for her to come."
Zhibai's patience is even better than hers. Calculating the time, it should be a hundred days since Chen Mian's reincarnation.
"Wenyu—" Wen Yanzi raised an eyebrow while holding a transmission spell and chanted, "Didn't you say Zhu Shiming...ran away again? She couldn't get away, so she didn't come over for now."
A few days ago, I wanted to invite all my close friends and relatives to spend Shangsi Festival together, so I sent letters to invite them all to come together. I believe they will be surprised when Wen Yu comes back.
Unexpectedly, Wen Yu, whose return date is the most uncertain, has returned, but these people have encountered problems.
But it was also true that Wen Yanzi felt a headache when he thought of Zhu Shiming's troublesome personality. During those days in Houchun Mountain, he truly experienced what it meant to be a dwarf compared to a giant.
"Run away?" Seeing the look on his face, Zang Ling muttered softly.
Isn’t it that someone also refuses to stay in Cangling Immortal Mountain?
Wen Yanzi's eyes flashed, and then she realized what was happening. She immediately turned her face away and said, "Ahem."
His eyes moved between Zang Ling and Wen Yanzi, and Wen Yu and Song Linsheng tacitly did not speak.
It seems that during the three hundred years that she was Meng Po in the underworld, many things happened in Cangling Fairy Mountain that she didn't know about.
"Your Highness—" A voice came from afar in the crowd. Pang Yu went upstream and finally squeezed over here.
Chen Bi was a little confused at first, but after seeing who it was, he asked hurriedly: "Yu Zong? What are you doing——"
Baishui is more than a thousand miles away from Jiangyang. How did he get here and when did he come?
She hadn't seen Yu Zong for over a month since they parted at Gouwu Mountain, so she was surprised and delighted to see them again.
"When we left Muyao Town, Your Highness made an appointment to have dinner together." Pang Yu's eyebrows were gentle and his smile was soft. "Is it not too abrupt for Yu Zong to come and ask for it now?"
"No." Chen Bi answered immediately.
"Yes." But Wen Liangjian, who usually spoke few words, also spoke at the same time, which was rare.
Wen Liangyi's eyes rolled. He really didn't know if his elder brother had taken the wrong medicine today. His Highness's guest dared to challenge him, "Ahem, mind your manners——"
"I will... I am sorry that I have not taken good care of you. I hope Master Pang will forgive me." Wen Liang saw that the tone of the words had changed greatly.
Jia Tingxi turned around and together with Song Zhuo carried Wen Liangyi, who had stopped to watch the excitement, away. "Hurry up! The sacrificial ceremony has already begun."
Fortunately, he had foresight and asked Brother Jiming to be here early in the morning, so he did not miss the auspicious time.
"Eh? Put me down—" Wen Liangyi was horrified and struggled immediately, "Put me down, you are forcibly taking me away."
Everyone laughed in unison as he kept begging for mercy.
Not far away, there was a bustling crowd of people. Led by Song Yu on the high platform, the people gradually began to sing the same song.
"Qingyang starts to move, the roots are grown, the oil is moist and loving, and the whole process is completed." It was like a memory engraved in the bones, and Wen Yu subconsciously hummed it aloud.
——The "Qingyang" chapter talks about the harmony and endless life of all things.
Song Linsheng also sang along with the tune, "The people are bustling with joy, even the unborn are blessed, all the creatures are chirping, only the blessing of spring is coming."
People on earth often sing this song during the Shangsi Festival to pray to the God of Spring to bless farming with success and provide the first rain of a good year.
The amazing thing is that as this solemn yet melodious tune gradually rose, the clear sky actually disappeared and raindrops began to fall.
Laughter and joyful cheers immediately arose, drifting in the wind among the fields and paths, all the way to the lower reaches of the Yuan River and the end of the green mountains, and they lingered for a long time.
People say spring rain is as precious as oil and it is a good time for farming. Now the people can rest assured.
Wen Yu raised his sleeve and stretched out his hand, letting the slight coolness fall into his palm, "Yes... Master."
Zizhan must have heard the people's prayers at the foot of Gouwu Mountain.
"There will always be a day when we meet again, a day when we meet again." Song Linsheng raised his eyes to look at the distant sky, then turned to look at Xiaoyu who was beside him.
After many twists and turns, between heaven and hell, he finally understood what Zizhan had said.
When their eyes met, Wen Yu smiled contentedly and gently, "I definitely will."
Just like her and Song Linsheng, in one's life one will see many landscapes, shed many tears, remain silent in the hustle and bustle, and howl in the shadows.
But believe—
The mountains and seas will have their own time to return, and there will always be a reunion despite wind and rain.
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