C103 (1/2)

The two continued to fly onwards, one behind the other. Soon, they disappeared from the high slope. When they saw them again, they were standing at the foot of the mountain. Zi Feng quietly looked up at the peak.

Although it was a hundred meters tall, it was filled with lush trees. This hilly region, although compared to the coast of the North Sea and the majestic mountains of the Western Border Region, had unwittingly added a touch of agility and elegance to it. Zi Yan, who was standing beside Zi Feng, followed him as he climbed up the hill.

Actually, Zi Feng could use the sword to ride it, but when he thought about the friendship between him and the elder in the temple, Zi Feng used his flying steps to show his respect.

Once again climbing this small hill and passing by the mountain road from before, and once again seeing the scenery on both sides of the mountain road, Zi Feng couldn't help but be slightly moved.

It could be said that everything here preserved the past and present that he had experienced with this girl.

When he thought back to the past, he took over a month of his days with her. This place could be said to be the place where they made love, so Zi Feng really missed this place. But when he saw this withered leaf fall, Zi Feng had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

He did not know what was going on. The gentle breeze that blew past his eyes made him unable to open his eyes. Looking at the fragility of falling flowers, the ruthlessness of flowing water, the fluttering of the breeze, the illusory changes of the clouds, an indescribable sadness surged within his heart.

Looking at Zi Feng's dejected back, Zi Yan's heart twitched. She didn't know what was going on, but an indescribable jealousy filled her heart. Recalling what happened so many years ago, she couldn't help but feel a little regretful. When she thought of this, her limpid eyes couldn't help but turn vicious.

Zi Feng, who was walking at the front, turned his head and saw Zi Yan in a daze.

Seeing Zi Feng's handsome and resolute face, Zi Yan instantly retracted the trace of viciousness in her heart. His limpid eyes sparkled as he looked at the youth with purple hair fluttering in the wind.

Zi Feng also looked at Zi Yan strangely. In that instant, he could clearly feel the slight change in her emotions. He knew what was wrong with her. Although he was puzzled, Zi Feng did not ask any further questions.

He turned around and continued to climb. Seeing Zi Feng turn around, Zi Yan let out a sigh of relief as she continued to climb up the stairs.

Not long after, the old temple appeared before his eyes. Zi Feng looked at the dilapidated temple door, breathing in the fragrant air. Zi Feng was enchanted once again as memories of the past flooded his mind once more.

He still remembered the scene of him bowing and praying with her, and the scene of him wishing that little beggar all the same. Zi Feng took a deep breath and stared at the words on the old and fragrant signboard, Meng Yu Temple's signboard.

Deep sadness leaked out of his eyes. What do you mean, 'I can't give you what you want'. The words that were carved into the wall once again appeared in Zi Feng's mind.

Now, Zi Feng said to her: ”I am the little beggar back then. If it wasn't for your kindness back then, I wouldn't have done anything to you.”

Thinking of this, Zi Feng couldn't help but silently look at the peaceful temple.

Just as Zi Feng was silent, a vigorous voice resounded within the temple.

Zi Feng, who was still in a daze, looked at the temple in shock. That powerful and heavy voice was truly intimidating. That single word was still lingering in Zi Feng's heart even now.

After a moment, Zi Feng calmed his mood, turned around and said, ”Let's go!” As he spoke, he stepped onto the ancient stairs.

As he slowly ascended the ancient aura from the temple, Zi Feng's nameless panic became increasingly heavy. But when he raised his head and saw the old man sweeping the courtyard, Zi Feng became at ease.

Looking at that familiar yet unfamiliar back, Zi Feng couldn't help but think of the jade green buddhist beads that the old man had given him many years ago.

The old man was still sweeping through this clean courtyard, just as he had done so many years ago. He couldn't help but think of the story that the steward had told him before: Legend has it that for thousands of years?

Thinking about this, Zi Feng couldn't help but feel sympathy for the old man. He recalled when the butler told him that the old man had already swept the courtyard when his grandfather was still so young. Thinking of this, Zi Feng couldn't help but guess the old man's age.

In the end, he could only helplessly sigh and shake his head as he gave up. That old man's face was still the same as it was years ago, without any changes to it. Perhaps only the old man's bare broom knew about it; perhaps only the courtyard knew about it; perhaps only the people who accompanied the old man in those years knew about it!

Seeing the withered little grass, Zi Feng felt a bit sad. This elder had been watching the changes in the four seasons for many years. Just what kind of person or matter was there that was difficult to forget?

While he was thinking, he walked forward. The old man who swept the ground seemed to have sensed the arrival of someone as he raised his cloudy eyes to look at a purple-haired man.

The instant their eyes met, Purple Maple could clearly see a trace of deep and penetrating light within the turbid light. Seeing the situation, Zi Feng could not help but faintly guess what happened that year.

What was it that made him retract the edge of his past? What was it that made him live in such a muddled manner? Thinking of this, Zi Feng couldn't help but ponder.

This old man that swept the floor gave him a deep and serene feeling, and he wasn't one bit inferior to the old man in black robes and the old man in black robes.

It could be said that the old man in front of her was standing at the peak of the world. How could she be willing to be so quiet in front of this monk? What was binding his wings?

Thinking of this, the look in Zi Feng's eyes changed as he looked at the elder.

Just as Zi Feng was lost in his thoughts, the elder opened his tightly-shut mouth and said, ”You've come.” Hearing this, Zi Feng's body couldn't help but tremble.

Listening to this old man's tone, could it be that this old man had already predicted that he would once again set foot on this Han Mountain Dream Rain Temple?

Just as Zi Feng wanted to ask, the elder on the ground said, ”Hold out your hand.” After Zi Feng heard this, he stretched out his right hand.

The old man's shrivelled hand grabbed onto Zi Feng's soft palm. Suddenly, a surge of energy emanated from the old man's shrivelled hand. Zi Feng looked at the old man in front of him in shock.

Just as Zi Feng wanted to ask, the elder had an incredulous look on his face, ”How can this be? How can this be?”

After Zi Feng heard the elder's words, he looked at the elder in bewilderment.