Outside Duyou City, Zhao Rong and Zhao Qian'er boarded the ship.

Duyoudongcheng is bustling with lights.

It was even more prosperous, because a certain rumor quickly spread among the people in the market.

In the Xiaoyao Mansion of Taiqing, the girl of the Zhao family who had long been famous had amazing luck. She received a mysterious and huge blessing and once again entered the first-level swordsmanship.

He immediately became famous in Duyou City.

After learning that Concubine Zhao Ling had returned to Qinglian Residence on Wutong Street with the Deputy Palace Master of Xiaoyao Mansion and her fellow senior sisters and brothers, there was an endless stream of sword cultivators who had gathered to see her as Yu Feijian.

The big immortal sects and wealthy families that were entrenched on Wangque Mountain all sent their heavyweights to Qinglian Residence with gifts to celebrate and observe, and to win over him enthusiastically.

Even Tianya Jiange and Youlan Mansion sent important figures to the scene tonight.

Tonight, Wutong Street is full of traffic and very lively.

The monks and passers-by all over the city also talked about it...

In fact, Wutong Street in the past was a clean place.

Although Duyoudongcheng has always been the place with the highest concentration of monks on Wangquezhou Mountain, the various forces are intertwined and complicated.

But with Youshan as the dividing line, the east city becomes quieter and quieter as you go east. It is full of palaces and pavilions with carved dragons and painted buildings, mansions and private houses, and the lights are bright, but there is no noise.

These are the deep mansions of the powerful nobles of the Xian family...

The closer you get to the West City, the more bustling and noisy it becomes, closer to the casual cultivators.

Wutong Street is located to the east of Youshan. It used to have a quiet atmosphere, but tonight, its prosperity is destined to be comparable to the bustling city of Xicheng.

However, in sharp contrast to it is a remote alley in the narration of Wutong Street...

Inside Jingwa Alley.

The aisles are narrow, the floors are wet, and autumn leaves are everywhere.

There was silence and darkness.

The noise from the street next door could be heard faintly. It seemed very far away and very close at the same time, like two worlds.

At the end of the alley, in a dilapidated restaurant, Zhao Xifu leaned against the wooden door habitually with his chest crossed.

He squinted at the night sky in the direction of Wutong Street next door, seemingly lost in thought.

At a certain moment, the ancient clock on the top of the mountain in the distance rang.

The dull bell that seems unchanged for thousands of years resounds through Duyou.

The old man in green robe, who was sitting on the bench as if he had been dozing, got up, touched his head with sparse hair, hunched his back, ran into the Xia Chong Zhai, and rang the bronze bell on time.

The shopkeeper, who was leaning against the door, ignored the old man in green robe passing by.

He suddenly turned around with a bright smile and said to the middle-aged woman who came quietly behind him:

"What's wrong, Bingbing?"

Bing Niang looked at the sky outside the door curiously, "Is there some happy event happening in the next street?"

Zhao Xifu shrugged, "Who knows."

At this time, the old man in green robe, who came in on time, rang the ancient bronze bell on the wooden door, and the bell resounded throughout the dim hall of Xia Chongzhai.

When Bing Niang heard the sound of the bell, she looked a little surprised, "Ah, it's already 4:00 p.m., so it's so late. I don't know if Miss Zhao and Mr. Zhao are home yet..."

She murmured and shook her head, as if...she heard the old man in green robe ringing the bell, and then she knew what time it was.

And before.

Outside Xia Chong Zhai.

The middle-aged woman seemed to have heard the sound of the great bell that resounded through Duyou City...

At this time, the man in charge smiled and nodded.

Bing Niang said softly: "It's so late and the next door is so lively. Why don't we go take a look. I've been angry since I got up in the morning and haven't been out all day. It's a bit boring."

Zhao Xifu stepped forward, held her hand, smiled and shook his head, "It's too late, it's cold in the night, so forget it. If you want to go out... let's do it tomorrow."

Bing Niang hesitated to speak, but then smiled softly, "Okay, listen to you, Xiao Zhao, it's getting late."

She seemed to want to say something else, and rubbed her forehead, "Hey, I wanted to say something before. I just came here just to ask about this. Why did I forget again?"

Zhao Xifu smiled and thought for a moment, "Are you asking how that girl Zhao can shine with light and have a sword flying around beside her?"

"Yes, that's it." Bing Niang smiled happily, grabbed the shopkeeper's hand, and then whispered: "Girl Zhao and the friends and teachers she brought, why don't they feel like normal people...

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"Isn't this normal? Aren't they just normal people?" Zhao Xifu said in a 'puzzled' tone, gently interrupting the woman's words.

He looked serious and said: "Isn't it normal in our city to fly around like this and shine on your body?"

"Huh?" Bing Niang was dubious.

The shopkeeper nodded, "My family taught me this when I was a kid, and everyone in the world is like this...I can do it too. Do you want to see the light shine, or let you fly around? I'm very good at it."

As he spoke slowly, he also laughed, held her hand, and smiled very happily.

Bing Niang was stunned, and then she was also infected by her own man, smiling happily.

Then, she stretched out her hand to straighten Zhao Xifu's collar, wiped the dust on his shoulders, and whispered softly: "Then don't shine now, it's too late and it's dazzling. My eyes are a little blurry now, um, tomorrow, tomorrow

I want to see, hey, why do you all know these things, but I don’t..."

The delicate woman looked slightly depressed.

Zhao Xifu nodded and said, "Okay."

The man paused and made another promise he had made countless times: "Tomorrow."

The delicate woman smiled and nodded, then turned around to go back to the kitchen.

But halfway through, she suddenly looked back and said: "Xiao Zhao..."

Zhao Xifu showed a gentle smile: "What's wrong?"

"Tomorrow...if I go out tomorrow, I want to go see the sea, is that okay?"

"Why do you suddenly want to see the sea?"

"I just... feel a little bored, as if... I've been here for a long time."

The delicate woman looked a little confused and looked around, tilting her head slightly.

"You just can't sit still, okay." Zhao Xifu narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I'll take you there tomorrow."

Ice Lady suddenly became happy and turned around to go back.

"I'll go upstairs first. You should come up and go to bed early. Don't be busy. You'll be busy tomorrow."

Zhao Xifu nodded and watched her graceful back disappear.

His eyes were a little distracted, as if he felt that he couldn't get enough of her.

Not long after, the shopkeeper took a long breath and rubbed his face.

He glanced at the old man in green robe outside the door who kept his peace and rang the bell for a certain woman on time every day.

The old man named Yu Bo dozed off on the bench again.

Over the past thousand years, this has been the case every day. As time goes by, the old man with a long lifespan of immortality has become old, but the ordinary woman named Bing Niang still looks the same.

The unshaven shopkeeper turned around.

He picked up a broom at hand and walked alone into the deserted alley.

He lowered his head and silently swept the floor.

Slowly sweep away the autumn leaves that have fallen into the alley countless times.

In the alley, an old man in green robe was sleeping, and a bearded man was sweeping the floor.

No one spoke.

at night.

A wing somewhere on the second floor of Xia Chongzhai.

A woman said confusedly before going to bed: "Xiao Zhao, my... memory is getting worse and worse. I always feel like... I can't remember things."

The man shook his head, "No, you're just stupid."

"You...you are not allowed to scold me."

The man nodded, "Go to bed early, tomorrow... you'll be fine."

"Well... tomorrow... I'll go... see the sea..." She couldn't hold her eyelids open and murmured, "Don't forget..."

The woman went to sleep.

"I won't forget it." In the darkness, the man looked calm and turned over.

"Tomorrow... do you still remember?"
To be continued...