Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy-Chapter 337 - 187, 188. Lantern Festival, Ruins, Crane White Country, Birth (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 337: 187, 188. Lantern Festival, Ruins, Crane White Country, Birth (Please Subscribe)

Time passed.

Lantern Festival.

Imperial Capital of Dashang...

Fire-trees and silver flowers fill the sky, climbing the mountain, star bridge, filled with melodious songs...

Noisy affairs hang beneath the lanterns, all singing songs of peace.

Restrictions lifted this night, all night bright, various unique lanterns, everything available.

Snowflake lanterns, plum blossom lanterns, spring ice shatters; embroidered screen lanterns, painted screen lanterns, a mix of colors. Walnut lanterns, lotus lanterns, hanging high; green lion lanterns, white elephant lanterns, lantern racks elevated...

Some spirited nobles "compete in lantern brilliance," erecting enormous towers and giant building lanterns on the low hills of the Imperial Capital, visible even from over ten miles away.

However, the liveliest spot was definitely Xuanwu Taoist Temple.

Inside the temple, in front of Emperor Monarch Xuanwu’s main hall, myriad exotic flowers and grasses were illuminated by the lanterns.

The aromatic herbs and elegant flowers, bathed in lantern light, appeared as vibrant as deep-sea corals.

Visitors walked amid flowing light and beneath coral, occasionally lifting their heads to experience an illusion of being in the heavens.

Dreamlike lights and shadows, the cacophony of celebration filled the senses, many reveled at the Lantern Festival...

In the past Chaotic World, the Lantern Festival might have carried an air of solemnity, but now in this country safeguarded by "Emperor Monarch Xuanwu," that Chaotic World was gradually transforming into a peaceful era.

Saint Children performed rites, generals traded armor for robes, martial artists mingled with civilians, hawkers shouted their wares, taverns billowed with smoke, brothel singers showcased their talents, a tune of strings and bamboo with not a hint of decadence, all narrating the prosperity of this golden age.

"With such prosperity, one should drink and sing, making the most of the moment."

Someone at a refined tavern raised a toast to the moon, saying, "Life is short, fortunate to encounter this world, truly blessed indeed."

"Waiter, bring the drinks, the meat!" another called out.

And another said, "Why concern ourselves with chaos and right and wrong? Let’s drink, drink, ha ha ha!"

As the turmoil ceased and peace arrived, the cultural tides of the Dashang Dynasty also shifted.

The numerous frail lives and abrupt deaths during the war awakened their reverence for life, leading them to cherish their brief existence, desiring to "drink today while there is wine" rather than continue seeking fame and fortune.

Amid the bustling noise, the streets below thrived with activity.

A young man was supporting the hand of a pregnant beauty as they walked along the street.

Children often ran past the couple, but the man always took great care to protect the beauty from being accidentally bumped.

"Life is short..." the beauty suddenly sighed softly, "Even for a child of a Noble Family, isn’t it the same? From the perspective of the Blue Sea, what difference is there really between a Noble Family Child and an ordinary person?"

The man held her hand, about to say something, when suddenly the sound of "clatter clatter clatter" footsteps followed by the clashing of metal armor approached. Soon, a troop of Armored Warriors appeared from a distance, and the leader knelt before the man, respectfully saying, "Greetings, Prince."

This man and the beauty were none other than Song Cheng and Su Ningyu.

As Su Ningyu’s health slightly improved, coinciding with the Lantern Festival, Song Cheng took her out for a walk.

Song Cheng said, "You go on your patrols, I am just walking with my wife."

"Yes!"

The warriors bowed to the dignitary and dispersed.

Yet in the blink of an eye, someone not far away came to pay respects.

Upon inquiry, it turned out to be someone from a certain daughter-in-law’s family, and this family just so happened to be distantly related to the Regent King.

No sooner had this family passed than many others hurriedly came.

Song Cheng, unable to recognize that many people, simply nodded to each.

Suddenly, he picked up two sparkler sticks for Yu.

Su Ningyu took the two sparkler sticks, swaying them in the night sky, and soon many noble ladies followed suit... freewebnøvel.coɱ

Yu laughed joyously, twirling around.

She, who often practiced asceticism, rarely saw such worldly fireworks; surrounded by people and lanterns, with the lanterns reflecting in the moonlight and faces blooming like flowers, the scene was indeed extraordinarily lively.

This kind of liveliness and prosperity often made people forget loneliness, the chill, forget... death.

Later, Yu wanted something sour to drink.

Song Cheng remembered a place in the Imperial City that had good "Sour Soup Noodles," so he supported his wife as they headed that way.

As they walked, they saw a beggar sitting in a wooden tub, gazing at the moon, with a noble patiently speaking to him as if trying to convince him to join his family or something...

The beggar, profound and enigmatic, declined, and finally, seemingly annoyed, said, "I am not interested in wealth and honor."

The noble urgently asked, "Then what do you care about?"

The beggar smiled and shook his head, saying, "Do not block my view of this clear and bright moon."

This unintended conversation left Yu stunned.

She pulled Song Cheng closer and whispered, "Could he be some kind of expert?"

Song Cheng immediately recognized that the beggar had the strength of the Qi Realm, which was quite commendable. If someone continued to seek his guidance, perhaps they might experience a "mysterious encounter" from him. However, to him, the beggar was still too weak, so he gently shook his head.

The next day,

countless drunkards woke up along Willow Bank.

But Song Cheng woke up in his own warm bed.

In front of him lay Miss An, behind him clung Madam Tong.

An old married couple, lacking excitement, yet familiar and comfortable, prevailing in warmth.

He habitually turned over, nudging Madam Tong, allowing the martial artist’s vigor within him to be released.

After everything calmed down and tranquility returned inside the house, the hubbub outside still permeated with the spring breeze, passing through courtyards and squeezing through window cracks into the room.

Song Cheng, recalling last night’s incident with the beggar, couldn’t help feeling reflective.