Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

The next morning, Chaoyang and the others were ready, and Meng Yao and her son had packed as well. Chaoyang smiled and said to them, "Let's go! A new journey awaits us." Meng Yao and her son nodded, their eyes filled with anticipation. They knew the road ahead might be filled with unknowns, but as long as they walked hand in hand, nothing was impossible.

The carriage slowly drove out of the inn. Chaoyang was on horseback, while Wei Ying, Yan, Fenhua, and Meng Yao and her son sat inside. The carriage gradually moved away, leaving behind a trail of dust.

A group of people drove a horse-drawn carriage, leisurely driving along the winding path, enjoying a leisurely time.

I gazed out the window at the scenery outside. Sunlight filtered through the treetops, casting dappled shadows. A gentle breeze caressed my face, bringing with it the delicate fragrance of flowers. The scenery along the way was breathtaking, the bustling scene unfolding before my eyes like a series of moving paintings. In the distance, the mountains and water complemented each other beautifully, shaded by lush greenery, bringing a sense of peace and tranquility to me.

This also made Meng Shi's mood more open-minded, and she also started to write poetry. However, her literary talent was indeed brilliant and dazzling, full of poetic meaning, and her words were fluent and free. Chaoyang couldn't help but sigh in admiration, this was indeed the style of a talented woman from a prominent family.

If it weren't for the misfortune in her family, how could Meng Shi have ended up in prostitution?

As the carriage moved forward, Meng Shi's poetic inspiration grew stronger. She recited softly, each line a gentle farewell to the past and a vision of a beautiful future. Meng Yao listened quietly, feeling both proud and distressed by his mother's talent. He secretly vowed to ensure his mother a stable and carefree life.

Wei Ying sat on the other side of the carriage, occasionally looking out the window, a carefree smile playing on his lips, yet his heart was filled with sympathy and admiration for the mother and son. He turned to look at Chaoyang, only to see his eyes were deep, as if he too was lost in thought. Yan and Fenhua quietly enjoyed their pastries nearby, their mouths never stopping to eat, as if they hadn't eaten in centuries.

"My Lord, where do you think we will go next?" Meng Yao finally couldn't help but ask. He was both curious and nervous about the unknown future.

Chaoyang smiled slightly and looked at Meng Yao gently: "You should ask Aying, this time Aying came out to hunt at night."

Upon hearing this, Wei Ying withdrew his gaze from the window, a playful smile curled up at the corner of his mouth. He turned to Meng Yao and said, "Don't worry, Yao, you and Aunt Meng must not have been out and about yet. We will take you on a good tour and experience some different scenery and people."

When Yan heard this, he knew that he was reluctant to go back and wanted to continue playing outside, but he didn't expose it. After all, he liked it too!

Meng Yao said nothing upon hearing this, his eyes flickering with anticipation, as if he could already foresee scenes and stories yet to be seen. He turned to look at his mother, who was met with a gentle gaze from Meng Shi, her eyes filled with longing and hope for the future. Mother and son exchanged a smile, their understanding and warmth flowing quietly through the carriage, needing no words.

The carriage continued to bump along the country road, and Meng Yao and her mother's faces were filled with unprecedented ease and anticipation.

"Mrs. Meng, I noticed that you are very knowledgeable. How about you teach the children in the carriage? This way we can kill the leisure time during the journey, and the children will not neglect their studies during the trip and will gain more knowledge." Chaoyang suggested gently.

Upon hearing this, Meng Shi's eyes flashed with surprise and gratitude. She nodded gently, a warmth welling up in her heart, a gratitude beyond words. "Immortal Lord, I am deeply grateful for your kindness. It would be a great honor for me to be able to impart some knowledge to the children during my journey. However, all I have learned is poetry and prose, and I wonder if it would suit your tastes."

Upon hearing this, Chaoyang's smile grew even gentler. "Poetry, calligraphy, and prose are the essence of culture. How can they be out of place? If children can learn even a few of these, they will surely cultivate their sentiments and broaden their horizons. Moreover, it is truly rare to find a quiet place, away from this chaotic world, where the soul can rest."

Wei Ying listened from the side, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes, "Aunt Meng, do you know how to play an instrument? I want to learn."

Hearing this, Chaoyang became anxious and asked quickly: "Aying, if you want to learn a musical instrument, why don't you ask your uncle for help?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Ying touched his nose and whispered, "Uncle, every time you play the flute, the sound is too sad, so I dare not disturb you. Besides, you are very busy every day, so how can you have time to teach me these." His words were a bit playful, but also revealed his respect and understanding for his uncle.

Hearing this, Meng Shi's eyes flickered with a gentle smile, and her voice was soft and full of nostalgia: "As for musical instruments, I do have some knowledge of the zither and flute. Although I wouldn't claim to be proficient, I can still play a few tunes to express my feelings."

"Great!" Wei Ying clapped his hands excitedly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I've always wanted to learn to play the flute, but I never had the time. Aunt Meng, would you be willing to teach me?"

Meng Shi smiled and nodded, her eyes full of fondness for the young man: "Of course I am willing. As long as you are willing to learn, I will teach you everything I know."

Yan listened from the side and interrupted without giving in: "Mrs. Meng, I am also quite interested in the art of playing the zither. I wonder if I would be lucky enough to receive your guidance.

Fen Hua, standing nearby, couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. Normally a quiet man, he was swept up in the warmth and learning atmosphere, so he whispered, "Since everyone seems so interested, Fen Hua would like to ask Madam Meng for some advice. I wonder if I could learn some techniques that combine sword dancing with music, so that my martial arts can incorporate a more poetic quality."

Chaoyang watched this scene with a heart full of relief. He patted the horse's back gently to make it walk more steadily, as if silently supporting all this in his own way.

"Okay, then it's settled." Meng Shi's voice was filled with joy and anticipation. "In the days to come, I will do my best to bring you the nectar of knowledge."

Inside the carriage, the atmosphere grew even warmer and more harmonious due to this sudden enthusiasm for learning. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating everyone's faces and casting a golden glow over the small space.

Meng Shi began teaching from the simplest notes of the zither, her fingers dancing across the strings like the rippling of a stream, clear and melodious. Wei Ying was mesmerized, trying to imitate the notes. Although he seemed a little awkward at first, his focus and enthusiasm were moving. Yan Ze observed Meng Shi's fingering intently, occasionally raising questions of her own. Meng Shi always patiently answered them one by one, her eyes filled with encouragement and expectation. Fen Hua was more reserved. As he listened to the music, he silently conceived how to combine his sword dance with the melody, striving to make his swordsmanship more agile and elegant in future practice, blending it with this poetic feeling.

As the music flowed, the scenery outside the carriage seemed to come alive. The trees swayed gently, as if dancing to the beautiful melody. A gentle breeze, carrying the fragrance of flowers and the freshness of earth, quietly slipped into the carriage, interweaving with the piano music to form a wordless ballad. Sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds, casting a dappled light and shadow, adding a touch of dreaminess and romance to the journey.