Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Chapter 396: The Oath of Borrowing Scenery

The red sandalwood columns of the Borrowing Scenery Pavilion were immersed in the twilight, and the falling red cherry blossom petals were frozen in mid-air, like glass sand falling from an hourglass that was accidentally overturned by a god. The silver bell on Lin Huan's wrist suddenly lost its sound when he stepped into the barrier, and the gilded pattern reflected the profile of the tea-making doll under the corridor - the face that resembled the Thunder General was drooping, and the shamisen strings plucked by mechanical fingertips were condensed with dust from five hundred years.

"Master Palace Administrator, can you even decorate the cracks in time into a tea table?" Lin Huan's fingertips brushed across the thunder cherry branch, and star silver ore powder oozed out of the torn sleeves, which fell into the teapot with a green flame like the burning paper of the dead.

Yae Shinko came out from behind the ukiyo-e screen, her fox tail sweeping off the half-finished haiku held by a startled bird on the eaves: "After all, the eternal stage must have some fresh sacrifices." The three-colored ball condensed from the lightning at her fingertips fell into the arms of the doll, and the splashing tea drew the dying smile of Kitsai Palace in the void, "For example... Liyue Amber with the scars of Inazuma."

Thunder rolled over the remaining eaves of the castle tower, and shadows emerged from the thousands of still crimson cherry blossoms. The naginata "Dream One Heart" hung at his waist, and the lightning pattern on the blade's hilt matched the cracks on the butterfly pendant on Lin Huan's neck. The moment their eyes met, the frozen time and space suddenly opened up - the trajectory of the cherry blossoms withering faster carved rings in each other's pupils, and five hundred years of time collapsed into a grain of unmelted maltose on the fingertips.

"You built a tomb with rocks, burying all possibilities." Ying's voice was wrapped in the tremors deep in the roots of the sacred cherry, and the puppet's strings broke in response, "Just as I imprisoned my true heart in the coffin of "eternity."

The silver bell on Lin Huan's wrist suddenly shattered the entire room, and the rock elemental force burst out from the bottom of her feet, revealing the bloodline totem of the rock abyss: "General, isn't he also nurturing regret in the "Pure Land of One Heart"? "The crystal cluster flowing in her palm reflected the appearance of Hu Xingzhi when he dissipated - before the young hall master turned into stardust, he was branding the last rock pattern in her hair.

Ying's cloak swept across the fragments of time on the ground, and the wind element, wrapped in lightning, collided with the rocks, tearing a purple wound in the void. Shenzi took the opportunity to stuff the ball into the puppet's lips, watching the mechanical throat glow softly: "Look, Ying, even the puppets are sipping the honey of variables."

Ying's naginata suddenly came out of its sheath, and the lightning split the suspended years, but turned into fine snow when it touched the hair on Lin Huan's forehead. The snow fell into the gully of her old scar on the dragon horn, and condensed into the Fontaine hair ornament sent by Fushe from the layer of rocks. On the letter attached to the gift that day, it was crookedly written: "A gift for Sister Ah Huan on the Lantern Festival. Don't always imitate the emperor's old-fashioned way!"

"The karmic fire of the layers of rock burned the way home, and the thunder of the Ming God shattered the morning dew..." The silver bell on Lin Huan's wrist rang the ancient tune of "Picking Wild Vine", and the ending sound was soaked in the plum rain at Qingce Villa, "It turns out that you and I are both butterflies trapped in the amber of time."

The fox tail of the Son of God rolled up the celadon tea cup, and the matcha spilled in the air condensed into the endgame between Zhen and Boyang. The self-destructive white piece turned into a meteor, leaving a pattern of formations rewritten by Hu Xingzhi on the chessboard: "There are always fools who are willing to use their souls as torches to illuminate the path of those who come after them."

The hilt of Ying's sword suddenly glowed with rock light, and the fragments of the dream of the falling dragon in the Chen Ge pot echoed and resonated. Lin Huan looked at the star silver ore dust floating in the tea soup, and vaguely saw the blood of Boyang at the end of his life seeping into the draft of the general program of Ying's modification - the ink marks were all the fragments of the "Letter to Ah Huan" that had not been sent.

"I once regarded eternity as a pure land." The shadow's naginata clanged back into the sheath, and the puppet's eyes were filled with real pain. "Until I saw you teaching a child to light a misfire—" She caught a burning cherry petal and let it curl into the outline of a golden shrimp ball in her palm. "The burn marks of the beauty of a moment are deeper than a thousand years of cold iron."

Suddenly, Xiaogong's laughter came from outside the hall. The glass window sifted the experimental fireworks into star sand and sprinkled it on Lin Huan's unhealed claw marks. The silver bell on the wrist broke free from the shackles and flew towards the puppet. Hu Xingzhi's favorite almond tofu emerged in the light pattern of rock and thunder - that night he sneaked out of Wangsheng Hall and broke the birthday gift for Ah Huan when he climbed over the wall.

"Try the 'moment' of triple sugar." The Son of God broke the red cherry cake in half, and the crisp sound of the puff pastry cracking awakened the dormant earth vein memory. The butterfly pendant of the rebirth burst in response, revealing the 'Together Travel' carved with blood by Bo Yang; Ying's naginata trembled at the same time, and the sword 'Flying Thunder' left by Shin fell out of the Pure Land of One Heart, and the faded sword tassel was still stained with the rouge that Lin Huan wore when she was 15 years old.

"Tomorrow I will recast Eternity." Ying's fingertips stroked the scar behind Lin Huan's ear, and the lightning embroidered a glazed lily of Guiliyuan on it. "As a price—" She looked at Ying who was teaching the puppet to braid a pigtail, "please let her witness how the morning mist of Liyue Harbor melts the rocks. "

When leaving the museum, Shen Zi stuffed the half-stubbed firework into Lin Huan's arms. At the foot of the mountain, Xiao Gong was leading the children to bury the broken bamboo tubes, and the tender voices of the children sang: "When the cherry blossoms wither, the moon will grow, and when the duds are planted, the sun will grow—"

Ying's cloak swept across the last fragment of time, and the stagnant void echoed with the sound of broken glass. Lin Huan suddenly looked back and saw Ying holding the music score left by Zhen, and tying an eye mask with the word "change" embroidered on it for the puppet - the crooked stitches and the scar on the cover of "Shen Qiu Shi Jian Lu" repaired by Xingqiu were exactly the same.

The salty sea breeze brought the sound of the flute from Liyue Harbor, and Lin Huan raised his hand to throw the fireworks into the sky. The golden shrimp balls condensed from rock elements exploded in the night, illuminating the newly hung "Xianlin Pavilion" plaque on the Qun Yu Pavilion - Ningguang's handwriting cast with broken star silver ore, and stained with the spicy pepper powder that Hu Walnut had secretly stuffed in.

"It's time to go home." Ying shook the pot, and the nursery rhyme that Bai Zhu sang to coax Qiqi to take medicine floated out of the pot. The marks of thunder and rock behind Lin Huan's ears were slightly hot, as if Fushe's palm covered her eyelashes with the temperature when he blocked the fire of karma for her.

(At 5:00 a.m. the next morning, a new verdict was posted next to the wanted poster on the outer wall of the Hall of Rebirth. Under the claw marks of the "dangerous cat demon" in the painting, the red words were dripping like blood: "Bring him to justice, and sentence him to experience the fireworks of Liyue for the rest of his life." Xingqiu added a line of small regular script in the corner: "Note: The sentence will be counted from the first meeting five hundred years ago.")