Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love.

Chapter 715: Return

It’s all just a dream, who knows who is in the dream?

In ancient China before the beginning of the Immortal Boat Era, people's knowledge of the universe was limited to the stars. In that quiet place surrounded by mountains, Hua was a Taoist priest in a mountain Taoist temple.

The Taoist temple is far away from the hustle and bustle, but Hua always hears that the so-called doomsday is approaching. The current emperor has decided to devote all the world's strength to build a "fairy boat" that can soar in the sea of ​​stars, hoping to find a glimmer of hope for the future of China in that boundless universe.

But that was too far away from Hua after all. She was just an unknown little Taoist priest in this ancient temple in the deep mountains. At most, she was a Taoist priest with some skills.

Even if you have some minor skills, you are still an insignificant speck of dust outside the world.

The universe seemed so far away to her, as if it was something that could only be touched in the next life. It was so vast and boundless, how could she even touch the stars?

Whenever night falls, after finishing a day's practice, Hua would habitually lie on the soft grass behind the Taoist temple, resting his arms on his head and gazing at the endless and brilliant starry sky above his head.

At that time, she never imagined that one day she would touch those unreachable stars herself.

...

Recently a strange man came to the Taoist temple.

In this era when everyone is building immortal boats, it is the first time that Hua has seen such a strange guy, who always sits on the big rock outside the Taoist temple early in the morning.

According to the founder of the Taoist temple, the stone has been standing there before the temple was built. Although it somewhat blocks the road in front of the temple, there is nothing that can be done about it.

It is called a stone, but it is as high as a hill. The man sitting on top of the stone looks like a master.

"If this layman wants to burn incense and pray for blessings, there is a pure place inside the temple."

Hua returned with a small basket of freshly picked herbs. Seeing that the man still showed no sign of leaving, he finally chose to remind him.

In the dim light of morning, the figure sitting on top of the boulder seemed to sense something. He turned his head slightly and his eyes penetrated the thin mist and fell on Hua.

Only then did Hua see the man's face clearly. He was an extremely handsome young man, who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, but for some reason, one could see the depths of the galaxy in his eyes.

Before Hua could think about it, the young man on the boulder had already moved.

He just tiptoed and his figure floated down like the wind and stood steadily in front of Hua.

The young man stood still, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he bowed his hands in greeting: "An Ming, I am just a wandering traveler."

"I heard from the young master at the foot of the mountain that there is a master hidden in this Taoist temple. I wonder..."

Hua collected his thoughts, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. "I don't deserve the title of master, but the Taoist temple is gradually declining and the incense is fading... I am the only one left to guard the temple."

There was a sense of indifference in her tone, but for some reason, deep in An Ming's eyes, she caught a glimpse of a complex emotion like nostalgia.

It felt like meeting an old friend, but Ke Hua was absolutely certain that this was the first time she had seen that person in her long and lonely monastic career.

Suppressing the inexplicable feeling in his eyes, Hua turned sideways, flicked his sleeves, and made a "please" gesture towards the gate of the temple.

"I am Hua, please come in and have a chat."

"Right on my mind."

An Ming smiled and nodded, then walked along the bluestone path towards the Taoist temple hidden under the ancient trees.

When he reached the gate of the Taoist temple, An Ming slowly stopped. His eyes fell on the top of the gate, on the three weathered characters on it:

Taixu Gate.

Behind the mountain gate are the towering green mountains where the Taoist temple rests.

Taixu Mountain.

It was exactly the same as in his memory. At this moment, the strange world was finally connected to the world he was familiar with.

The traveler who has been wandering for endless years finally caught the anchor that connects to his homeland.

Of course...there is also Hua.

Although there are slight differences from the figure in my memory, the personality and appearance are almost identical. The long hair hanging down like black jade is still like the most freehand stroke in an ink painting among the lush green.

The simple Taoist robe, which had been washed to a white color but was still straight, set off Hua Qing's thin and tall figure.

"This place is dozens of miles away and is surrounded by deep mountains with few people," Hua led An Ming into the slightly empty courtyard, "I wonder how you found this remote place?

Hua did have many questions in her mind, but the self-cultivation and self-discipline she had been exposed to since childhood prevented her from asking them rashly.

"Shenzhou... this name is very good, it reminds me of a familiar place," An Ming said with a smile, "and that place happens to be called Taixu."

Since this is the universe of the Starry Sky Railway, the name "Shenzhou" can only be its ancient predecessor before the birth of the Xianzhou Alliance. This unintentional confirmation became the first anchor point for An Ming to confirm the time coordinates of this world.

A ray of sunlight passed through the shade of the branches and leaves in front of the courtyard and fell on An Ming's outstretched palm. He lowered his head slightly and stared at the palm that seemed a little unreal under the light.

"This time...how long can you last?"

The sound was as light as the breeze and Hua did not notice it.

"If it were a hundred years ago, this temple would still be very popular, but now times have changed... maybe people no longer need the fire from this incense burner."

The tide of the times rolls forward, and the aspirations of all living beings in this mortal world can no longer be carried by a stick of incense in the mountains.

Hua did not feel angry, this was just the inevitable trajectory of changes in the world.

But no matter what kind of future the times will usher in, she will be like the huge rock in front of the mountain gate, guarding the last unextinguished fire here.

"Do you know the world outside the universe?"

Hua's eyes swept across the lone bird flying up from the eaves, and a gentle smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

"There are worlds outside the world, but even if there are countless dazzling galaxies in the universe, to me... they are all irrelevant foreign lands," Hua naturally understood what An Ming meant. Now that the immortal boat is about to be completed, the people of Shenzhou will finally take the immortal boat to the starry sea that was once out of reach.

That pioneering will is excellent, but Hua will be reluctant to give up everything in China.

When countless people are gazing up at the sea of stars, excitedly preparing to board the fairy boat to open up the unknown future, there must always be someone who takes root silently like the earth, guarding the starting point and remembering the way they came.

If someone is destined to become a branch flying to the sea of stars, then someone else must be willing to be the root buried deep in the native land.

Hua chose to be the latter.

"Mr. An, you are not from Shenzhou," Hua said softly, "but..."

An Ming's eyes were reflected in her eyes, as if a wanderer who had left his hometown for hundreds of years had finally returned to his home.

That look, soaked in the years of longing for the homeland and integrated with the blood's call for home, how could it not be that of a pure child of China?

"but--"

Hua's voice was still soft, but gentle, "Life is a journey, but there will always be a time to return."

The breeze blew through the courtyard, and the bamboo shadows swayed and rustled.

"An Ming, welcome home."