bullyxtreme Chapter 339 Shenyu Valley
Chapter 339 Shenyu Valley
The next day, the morning sunlight shone through the thin mist in the forest, casting a glow on the rainforest path covered with fallen leaves.
The carriage wheels made a soft rustling sound as they rolled over the leaves, which came from afar and then faded away.
Perhaps deliberately trying to avoid a farewell scene, Mu Feng set off very early, but the girls seemed to have anticipated this.
So, the man was stopped at the gate of Sumeru City.
After lingering for a while longer, by the time they finally set off, the sun had already risen completely.
Mu Feng patted his bulging pockets and smiled helplessly.
There were date and honey candies given by Narcida, bandages prepared by Siegwen, and a whole bunch of snacks and treats that Clementine, Caroline, and Sedna had secretly put in there.
Next time I need to get a trench coat with bigger pockets.
Although I can't go to Clover's Rainbow Bell Shop, I imagine Miss Chiori's Chiori Shop would be happy to have another customer.
"Hey, you must come back as soon as possible, my sage."
After a long farewell kiss, the little god put his hands behind his back, stood on tiptoe, and whispered in his ear, his gaze as soft as a child's.
Her gentle glow exudes playfulness and cuteness; being around Nasita completely fails to inspire any desire to travel.
Damn it, I can't remember the meaning of this journey at all.
"Hey, you, come back soon... And remember to write a letter... Well, I mean, whether you write or not is up to you!"
As always, Furness was being hypocritical; if her vacation hadn't been over, she would have insisted on going to Mondstadt as well.
Don't get me wrong, I just want to visit the Land of Wind.
But the truth is, it was that afternoon, and it was time for Funina and the little Melousin to prepare to return to Fontainebleau.
If they continue to skip work, the original primordial sea might not even have time to rise before Fontaine is flooded by days of torrential rain.
Clementine and Elodie also returned with them. With Pepe absent, the affairs of the Hearth House were piling up.
According to Lynette's unreliable intelligence, Linnie and Fimini have gone so far as to process official documents that they drank a box of nutritional milkshakes that he "accidentally" sent them last time as coffee.
Mu Feng silently mourned for three seconds, then picked up the breakfast that Nilu and Farusan had prepared on the small table, took a bite, and calmed his nerves.
While others work three days a week and have three days off, Linni's shift lasts until she dies.
There's a kind of beauty in her one-on-one duel with the ruler of death, Ronava.
Overtime is absolutely out of the question. I really like a quote from Al Heisenberg: "Who can blame him for being financially independent?"
Mu Feng touched the two blank checks inside the lining, one from the young lady and the other from the cunning businessman, and helplessly shrugged.
There's no way around it; it's not that he doesn't want to work hard, but rather that turning raw rice into soft rice is more cost-effective.
The carriage sped along and soon arrived at the fork in the road. It was time to decide on the next direction.
He had three paths before him to get to Mondstadt.
The first route involves crossing the entire Layered Rock Abyss via Huacheng Guo, then passing through Dunyu Mausoleum and Luhua Pond to reach Wangshu Inn, and finally crossing the entire Dragon Ridge Snow Mountain via Dihua Island to enter Mondstadt.
However, the proposal was quickly rejected by Mu Feng.
Not to mention the numerous mountain roads along the way, he was far from being able to ignore the extreme cold of the Dragon Ridge Snow Mountain.
Investing in everything will only lead to harm... Balanced nutrition: Does nobody really ship the Laminaria and Dragonspine Mountains?
The second, and fastest, route is to take a boat from Omosport and travel directly by water to Jingfuport in northern Mondstadt.
This option was immediately presented as well, and aside from everything else, the thunderstorms shrouding the Inazuma Sea were a problem in themselves.
It's best to let professionals like Brother Wanye handle high-risk jobs like taking a stab at the milk jar.
According to the map, there's only one road left.
Starting from Baidar Port, take a boat into the territory of Sunken Jade Valley, pass through Medicine Butterfly Valley by waterway to Wangshu Inn, and then go through the Stone Gate of Wuwang Slope to reach Wolfrun Territory, thus arriving at Mondstadt's main city.
Of course, besides the ease of waterway travel, there were other reasons for choosing this route.
Mu Feng took out the broken jade from his pocket, his gaze solemn.
The clear, water-colored jade gleamed softly in the sunlight, its intricate patterns outlined in crimson, casting a shadow.
The eight directions are illuminated by jade, and the rites are bestowed upon heaven and earth and the four corners of the earth.
A blue jade disc was used to worship Heaven, a yellow jade cong to worship Earth, a green jade gui to worship the East, a red jade zhang to worship the South, a white jade hu to worship the West, and a black jade huang to worship the North.
The fragment of jade is in the shape of a wide arc. Although half of it is missing, its original shape can still be guessed. It is one of the six jade ritual objects, a jade pendant.
North of Liyue, in the land of Jade Peak, lies the Valley of the Fallen Jade.
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Several days later, in the upper valley of Shenyu Valley, at Yilongbu.
"Take a look! Top-quality Tianheng Rock Bone, now 10 boxes for half price! 10 boxes for half price!"
"Tea cake, tea cake, as clear as jade in your mouth, sweet as sugar frosting! Don't miss it when you pass by!"
The shouts of tea merchants soliciting customers echoed through every corner of the ancient street as usual, and the fragrance of new tea wafted through the air, like the misty clouds in the mountains that seemed to never dissipate.
On an exquisite wooden table sat porcelain cups, steam rising with the fragrance of fresh tea after the rain, which slowly drifted into the sky.
However, a gentle breeze suddenly swept by, disturbing the wisps of smoke.
"When the weather warms up, swallows build their nests."
"Lightning strikes, I'm hiding at home—"
The young girl walked briskly across the tea tables, humming a melodious tune that sounded like the gentle ringing of silver bells.
Silver ornaments jingled in the wind, and her long, black pigtails trailed behind her, fluttering with the light blue hem of her skirt.
"Master Lan, are you leaving so early today too?"
The tea merchant, whom she knew well, greeted her warmly. The girl blinked her clear, colorful eyes and returned a bright smile.
"Yes, yes, if we're going to pick flowers for fresh flower cakes—we need to do it early!"
Lan Yan deliberately dragged out the second half of her sentence, winked playfully, leaned forward, and spoke in a clear, crisp voice.
The girl's liveliness and energy are displayed to the fullest.
"Hehe, okay, okay, remember to come back soon."
The tea merchant happily handed the packaged tea to the customers in front of his stall, almost forgetting to take the Mora that was being handed to him.
The girl then noticed the customer buying tea, paused slightly, and felt a strange flutter in her heart.
But in the blink of an eye, the person had already disappeared.
"Master Lan, Master Lan? What's wrong?"
The tea merchant seemed to notice Lan Yan's unusual behavior. The girl was startled and hurriedly pretended to be nonchalant to brush it off.
Then, she hurriedly pushed through the crowd and left, her retreating figure suggesting a hasty escape.
Passing through the ancient town and over the valley, the babbling of streams echoes among the tea trees shrouded in mist, and birdsong can be heard from time to time.
This is indeed a suitable place for doing handicrafts.
The vines were scattered by the water, but Lan Yan was somewhat absent-minded today, and her fair fingertips suffered damage time and time again.
The girl was a little depressed, so she put down the half-finished bamboo basket, picked up a book of supernatural tales, and casually flipped through a few pages.
However, the once captivating writing now feels like chewing wax, utterly tasteless.
The wind blew the silver swallow ornaments on her head, making them tinkle and jingle.
Lan Yan hugged her knees, a layer of bewilderment clouding her clear and beautiful colored eyes, like a distant mountain shrouded in mist.
A squirrel scurried up to her and nuzzled against her, while a magpie landed on the girl's shoulder, seemingly unafraid of her.
However, today Lan Yan did not gently stroke and feed them as usual. Instead, she stared blankly into the distance at the ancient town, which was mostly shrouded in mist.
"The Immortal Lord hasn't come..."
Was it really just a dream?
……