Immortal Travel of Longevity

Chuanfeng Alley was particularly peaceful.

Of the four households in the alley, only two courtyards remained occupied. It must have been bustling once, but over the years, it had grown increasingly desolate.

Yunxiang looked toward the old man sitting at the alley entrance and asked, "Uncle Feng, what did you have this afternoon?"

The old man pulled a steamed bun from behind his back and smiled at her.

Yunxiang nodded, only to hear the old man say, "The person you've been yearning for has returned."

Yunxiang froze for a moment before asking, "Where is he?"

"In your courtyard," Ouyang Feng replied.

Yunxiang snapped out of her daze and immediately ran toward the courtyard.

Arriving at the door, she found it unlocked and pushed it open.

Chen Changsheng turned his head. Seeing it was Yunxiang, a faint smile appeared on his face.

Yunxiang returned his smile. She was older now, with wrinkles already forming on her face, but they did not diminish the gentleness of her smile.

...

In years past, they drank tea.

Today, they were drinking wine.

Yunxiang drank very little. She normally never touched wine. The doctor had said she was getting old and shouldn't partake in such things, so she had stopped drinking entirely.

But today was different.

Zhishu knew it wasn't appropriate to linger, so she took the young miss out for a stroll through the streets.

Yu Hongjin was somewhat reluctant. She still wanted to drink, but she was ultimately dragged away against her will.

Yunxiang rested her chin in her hand, watching Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng paused and asked, "Is there a flower on This Chen's face? Why does Miss Yun keep staring at me like that?"

Yunxiang smiled and said, "Mister is as good-looking as ever."

Chen Changsheng froze for a moment, but then he laughed. "I never thought I would hear such bold words from your mouth."

Yunxiang gave a small smile and said, "Just telling the truth."

She had always believed so.

There were thousands upon thousands of men in the world, but she had never seen anyone better-looking than Mister.

Perhaps she was just too foolish.

Chen Changsheng smiled in response. Looking up, he saw that Yunxiang's face was already flushed after just two cups of wine. "If you can't handle wine, you shouldn't drink," he said.

Yunxiang shook her head. "I'm happy, so I'll have a couple of cups."

"You have white hair now."

"I've grown a few..."

Yunxiang's hair was a mix of black and white. Busy with the trading firm's affairs over the years, coupled with her prolonged longing, it was inevitable that her white hairs had multiplied.

Yunxiang sighed and said, "I'm already an old woman."

At this age, she was indeed an old lady. With the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and the slight hoarseness in her voice, she was already quite old.

Chen Changsheng said, "Compared to you, This Chen is the true old fossil."

Hearing this, Yunxiang asked, "Has Mister ever calculated how old you are?"

Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and said, "According to the Mortal World's reckoning, probably over a hundred years old."

Yunxiang paused and said, "I thought Mister was hundreds or thousands of years old."

"Not quite that old," Chen Changsheng said with a laugh.

Yunxiang let out a soft laugh, then poured Mister some wine.

"Mister."

"Hmm?"

"Yunxiang is truly old."

Her tone was calm.

But within those calm words was an immense reluctance to part.

Chen Changsheng couldn't help but stare blankly. He looked at Yunxiang, wanting to say something.

Yunxiang didn't let him speak, however. Instead, she smiled and said, "It's alright."

"I offer Mister a toast."

Yunxiang tilted her head back and finished the wine in her cup.

Chen Changsheng looked at her and said, "There are wondrous methods in this world. With a single Golden Core swallowed into the belly, one can become an Immortal or a Buddha..."

Yunxiang shook her head. "I don't want that."

She sighed, her gaze fixed on Chen Changsheng the entire time.

For some reason, Chen Changsheng felt a trace of anxiety in his heart. He said, "It won't be long before This Chen can put down roots, with no need to wander everywhere..."

Yunxiang still shook her head, though she smiled as she said, "Mister need not say such things. This is fate. Yunxiang had a thin fate in her past life and failed to wait for Mister. In this life, just to be remembered by Mister is already Yunxiang's good fortune."

Chen Changsheng froze upon hearing this.

He looked at Yunxiang before him, somewhat unable to believe it.

"You..." Chen Changsheng paused.

Yunxiang merely said, "Mister, I am Yunxiang."

After a long while, a long sigh drifted from the courtyard.

The word 'love' was truly a form of torture.

.

.

The long-unoccupied courtyard was still clean and tidy.

Yunxiang frequently sent people to clean it, hence its tidiness.

The night had grown deep.

A bright moon hung overhead, accompanied by a scattering of stars across the starry river.

The fine wine Yu Hongjin had hoarded all ultimately ended up in Chen Changsheng's belly.

On this night, Chen Changsheng got drunk once again.

He just sat there in the courtyard's rocking chair, his gaze fixed on the starry river and the bright moon. He wasn't noisy; instead, he was exceedingly calm.

Chen Changsheng didn't know what he was thinking about either.

It was probably just a mess of random things.

Or perhaps he was recalling everything he had experienced along this journey.

"What in the world..."

"...am I doing?"

Such a question escaped Chen Changsheng's lips.

A few long sighs, a few notes of helplessness.

He had made many mistakes in his last life, and he had made just as many in this one.

Life held so much helplessness. It seemed there was a solution for everything, yet when the critical moment arrived, one would still helplessly make the wrong decision.

He fell into a deep sleep in that courtyard. The wine in his hand spilled onto the ground, forming a tiny stream that soaked into the earth.

He couldn't tell the difference anymore.

He couldn't distinguish which was Zhu Qi, and which was Yunxiang.

And he was even less able to tell who he himself was.

There were far too many things that left a person unable to understand.

...

Mornings in Qingshan City were always accompanied by rising fog.

Heavy fog drifted through the city, making the road ahead somewhat difficult to see.

Even so, at this hour, the marketplace peddlers had already braved the early morning to set up their stalls.

As the fog gradually dispersed, the sound of hawking cries began to ring out.

The tea house's storyteller hurried over just in time.

"Apologies, everyone. Apologies, everyone."

This storyteller was once Mister Cao's disciple. After Mister Cao went to Shangjing, he was the one who took over the mantle, and he had been here all these years.

The guests in the tea house drank tea, ate snacks, and listened quietly. Whenever they heard a good part, they couldn't help but exclaim in praise, tossing endless tips.

Below the stage sat two gentlemen.

One was white-haired and pale-faced.

Nowadays in Qingshan City, few people still remembered him.

The Mister Cao who had once been renowned throughout Qingshan City had, in just a few short years, taken on such an aged appearance.

Yet beside Cao Fa, another person was seated.

This person looked much younger. He was dressed very plainly and sported a beard, but a profound sense of world-weariness seeped from his eyes.

This was also an 'acquaintance' from a long time ago.

Master Jin San took a sip of tea and calmly said, "This disciple of yours has some skill."

Cao Fa gave a small smile and said, "It's not as if I taught him anything."

Master Jin San shook his head and asked, "Then what did Mister Chen teach you back then?"

Cao Fa paused slightly upon hearing this, but then he started to laugh again.

It seemed Mister Chen hadn't taught him anything either.

But he would never be able to forget Mister Chen.

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