Chapter 1319 We Will Eventually Say Goodbye

Inside the great hall, there was a moment of silence, a silence that even carried a hint of sorrow, like deep water flowing.

No one was truly so foolish as to be unable to discern whether those words were true or false. Rather than expressing tender affection, they were more like a straightforward and decisive farewell. Yu Wang's throat moved, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say, finally just sighing.

The Qing Shan (azure-robed) scholar, whose arrival was unknown, held a cup of wine, his eyes slightly raised.

He gazed at the azure-robed dragon girl, feeling that he was somehow familiar with her features.

It was as if he had seen her somewhere before.

But for a moment, he couldn't recall where, so he simply stopped trying to remember. He held the millennia-aged wine, cellared in Kunlun Mountain, and slowly sipped it. The flavor was rich and lingering, making him lament that in the past, when he was surrounded by enemies, he never had the chance to drink such fine Kunlun wine.

In the future, the situation would most likely be one of mutual slaughter and strife.

If he could enjoy a good drink here, then he should just enjoy it.

Perhaps, the moment he stepped out of this door, those gods who had just been drinking together would turn around and attack him.

The azure-robed dragon girl left. As she walked out of the hall calmly, everyone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Even Yu Wang, who feared nothing and was known for his hearty drinking and eating, unconsciously broke out in a cold sweat, and even the effects of the alcohol seemed to dissipate quite a bit.

Zhu Jiuyin raised a cup of wine, his tone indifferent:

Then he raised his head and drank three cups of wine as an apology.

He didn't know what to say. He already knew that the purpose of his coming here had mostly been fulfilled, and he already had the desire to return. But saying it was one thing, and he couldn't just leave immediately after his own business was done, as that would be too impolite.

Therefore, leaving Tushan Qingqiu Kingdom and returning to the South Sea and the Nine Netherworlds would still take some time; it wouldn't be so quick.

And Tushan had originally set today as the engagement date.

However, because of the war against the Great Venerable of the Turbid World, the entire Tushan was no longer the same as before. Even with Wei Yuan's help in restoring the original appearance through cause and effect, the subtle adjustments and decorations, and the atmosphere, could not be restored immediately. Just the slightest killing intent and baleful aura left behind after the battles…

For someone of Yu Wang's level, it was not a problem at all.

But for most living beings, even if they were not physically harmed, they would feel a wave of tingling in their scalps, feeling suspicious and restless. The dignified Tushan Qingqiu Kingdom couldn't possibly force guests to attend a banquet under such circumstances, so they had to postpone the engagement banquet to three days later.

There was a flurry of activity, and many things had to be dealt with.

And Zhu Rong, Gonggong, and these other gods had to be accommodated.

After Wei Yuan finished his work, the sky had already changed from warm sunlight to a starry expanse. As he walked out, he heard a melodious zither music, a zheng zheng sound with an ancient tone. Following the music, he saw an old man playing the zither under a pavilion on a mountain valley of the Tushan clan. The music was melodious and had an ancient charm. Wei Yuan stood outside the pavilion, listening quietly to the music.

In front of the zither platform, there was an incense burner with white smoke rising, and as it fell gently, the zither music stopped perfectly. The black-haired Daoist said, "The Teacher's zither music is still like it was back then, making people feel calm when they hear it."

The Teacher placed the ancient zither aside and beckoned Wei Yuan to come to his side. Looking at his appearance, he remembered that when they first met, he was just a pale-faced young man who could barely stand, but had a will as firm as steel. Seeing him now, he seemed different from the past, yet also seemed no different.

After exchanging pleasantries, the old man asked:

The Teacher looked at his disciple and said:

Wei Yuan looked at his teacher. The Teacher's expression was kind, not to blame or reprimand him, but only to worry about his disciple's life. The black-haired Daoist replied:

The Teacher poured tea and said:

The black-haired Daoist lowered his eyes, remained silent for a long time, and then said frankly:

The black-haired Daoist sat upright, looking at his teacher, his back as straight as a sword:

The tall, old Teacher played the zither and sang a few lines, then said with a smile that was not quite a smile:

The black-haired Daoist replied:

The Teacher asked:

The black-haired Daoist looked into the Teacher's eyes and answered frankly:

The Teacher sighed silently, playing the zither without a word. He understood his disciple's character better than anyone else.

The zither music was bleak and ancient, echoing between the mountains, like the roar of a dragon in the vastness. Below the mountains, the grass and trees were lush and verdant. The azure-robed dragon girl stood with her hands behind her back, leaning slightly against the cool rock wall, her eyes lowered.

Silent.

Zhu Jiuyin walked up to her.

The azure-robed dragon girl said freely and unrestrainedly:

Zhu Jiuyin's tone was calm:

The azure-robed dragon girl's voice paused, as if stunned by those words.

Then she wondered if Zhu Jiuyin was telling the truth or just joking.

She shook her head and said:

"I am the master of Zhongshan Chishui, how could I always be immersed in the past? The three thousand worlds, the beautiful rivers and mountains, I will witness more scenery. The love of youth will always be abandoned one day. Do you want to hold onto this feeling for the rest of your life?"

She smiled slightly, then straightened her body, turned around, raised her head, and looked at the pavilion under the moonlight, at the silhouette of the Daoist beside the stone table. The zither music was ancient. She turned around, put her hands behind her back, and left with light and unhurried steps.

The zither music was clear and melodious, gradually turning to the final tune.

Wei Yuan's expression was peaceful and serene. He put down the teacup in his hand, which had become lukewarm after drinking all the tea, and muttered to himself:

How could he not sense that there was someone behind him?

The Teacher did not speak, but focused on completing the zither music, letting the sound gradually become melodious and then turn low and fade away. His hand, which seemed more suitable for holding a sword than playing the zither, gently pressed on the strings, leaving only a trace of lingering sound, before he raised his eyes and said with a smile:

The black-haired Daoist was silent for a moment, then said:

The Teacher stood up and said:

The old man patted his disciple's shoulder and winked playfully.

The black-haired Daoist was silent for a moment, then said:

He stood up, bowed, and then walked towards the direction where the sunlight was rising, amidst the zither music.

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