Chapter 13

The sound of donkeys.

The sound of birds.

Ultimately, human voices must be added.

A person rode a donkey, slowly walking on the main road. Although it was quiet and not lively, it did not affect Yue Yuan's interest.

The natural scenery around here was something hard to see in modern society.

A gentle breeze blew, and the tall reeds on both sides of the road began to sway with the wind, looking like waves of wheat in the fields, always giving people a sense of comfort and satisfaction.

"Ha!"

"This is truly a national-level scenic area!"

While sighing at the purely natural scenery, Yue Yuan was also pondering his next destination. Since he wasn't a soul transmigrator, Yue Yuan was, in a sense, purely a guest in this world.

He had no true place to call home.

"Where should I go next?"

"Could it really be to Shaolin Temple on Mount Song in Henan?"

"But I'm currently on Mount Zhongnan, and the distance to Mount Song is not short. If it were modern times, taking a car or a plane would be fine, but now..." Yue Yuan muttered to himself, glancing at the small donkey under him, thinking that at this donkey's speed, it would take an unknown amount of time to reach Mount Song.

Although there were rumors of donkeys that could travel a thousand miles like a fine steed, Yue Yuan didn't think the donkey given to him by the Quanzhen Sect had such capabilities. It might be able to travel ten miles, but a hundred miles would be quite difficult.

As for riding a horse...

Now, if Yue Yuan wanted to ride a horse, there was no place to find one. He couldn't turn back to the Quanzhen Sect and exchange his donkey for a horse, right? Such a shameless act, Yue Yuan couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Whatever!"

After some thought, Yue Yuan temporarily gave up on his plans and decided to take things one step at a time, enjoying a good walk in this world. He wanted to see these familiar yet strange mountains and rivers.

With his decision made, Yue Yuan's mood relaxed. He leaned back slightly, placing his long sword across the donkey's back as a pillow under his head. Then, he closed his eyes, basking in the sun, and let the donkey walk leisurely.

...

An hour later.

Yue Yuan suddenly woke up from his dream, opening his eyes to find that the donkey under him had stopped at some point, grazing next to another black and white donkey.

"Huh?"

He got off the donkey and first looked around. Seeing no one, he then approached the two donkeys to observe them.

Unlike his own donkey, the black and white donkey in front of him looked much better. Its fur was smooth and shiny, clearly well-groomed, and it had a bell hanging from its neck.

Moreover, this donkey was much larger and more robust than his own.

"Hmm..."

Looking at his own donkey and then at this one, Yue Yuan finally muttered, "In comparison, my donkey is clearly underdeveloped... No, my donkey is just young and hasn't grown up yet!"

The most important thing was that his donkey was male, while the black and white donkey was female. Yue Yuan thought his donkey must have stopped because it saw a female!

He patted the heads of both donkeys and then stood up, looking around again. Since someone had left a donkey here, the owner must be nearby.

After some thought, Yue Yuan put his long sword on his back and walked toward a small path that was clearly used by people.

Pushing aside the reeds!

It was as if he had pushed open a curtain, and a small stream appeared before him. Not far away, a beautiful figure stood on a large rock.

It was a woman.

To be precise, it was a female Taoist nun.

Wearing a light yellow Taoist robe, the hem of her clothes fluttered gently, and her hair danced beautifully. A duster was placed on her arm.

The nun's exposed skin was fair and smooth, with bright eyes and a charming smile, making her an extremely beautiful woman. Her beauty was on par with Xiaolongnü, whom Yue Yuan had seen a few days ago, and each had their own unique charm.

However, for some reason, the beautiful nun looked somewhat thin and pale.

At that moment, she stood on the rock, facing the golden sunlight, silently watching the clouds in the sky.

From a distance, one could feel a mysterious sadness, making one want to comfort her.

In that instant, Yue Yuan felt as if he had pushed open a door, recalling a modern poem—

You stand on the bridge to see the scenery, while the one who sees the scenery looks at you from the building. The moon decorates your window, and you decorate someone else's dream.

Yes.

At that moment, Yue Yuan had such a feeling. Even Xiaolongnü didn't seem as captivating as the Fairy of the Crimson Snake at this moment.

The Fairy of the Crimson Snake...

Li Mochou!

Similarly, Yue Yuan recognized who was in front of him and knew who owned the donkey outside.

In this world of "The Return of the Condor Heroes," Li Mochou, the Fairy of the Crimson Snake, was the only person who liked to ride a donkey.

Staring intently at Li Mochou's back, Yue Yuan involuntarily touched his nose, laughed, and stepped forward.

"Standing on the high tower, the wind is gentle, looking far into the spring sorrow, darkly rising to the horizon. In the fading light, the grass and mist, who can understand the silent gaze from the railing.

Wishing to indulge in wild abandon to get drunk, drinking and singing, forced joy is tasteless. The belt grows loose, but I do not regret, for her, I wither and waste away."

A poem by Liu Yong, "Butterfly in Love with Flowers," came out of Yue Yuan's mouth, and with his leisurely steps, he appeared in front of the Fairy of the Crimson Snake.

"…Huh?!"

A surprised exclamation, she turned silently, duster in hand. Li Mochou looked at the man who suddenly appeared behind her, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and her face showing a hint of displeasure as she sized up the person in front of her.

Taoist robe, Taoist cap.

Is he a Quanzhen Taoist?

No, that's not right!

The Taoist in front of her, though he looked quite Taoist, had a more elegant and graceful demeanor, a blend of contradictions that made Li Mochou's eyes narrow slightly. Combined with the man's silent approach, the Fairy of the Crimson Snake was quite on guard.

"Fair lady, I have sensed your sorrow!"

Facing Li Mochou's guarded gaze, Yue Yuan smiled, his eyes filled with deep emotion. As soon as the words left his mouth, he couldn't help but roar inwardly, "What the hell." He thought the person he was observing had indeed influenced him.

Otherwise, Yue Yuan would never have recited the poem or added the line, "I have sensed your sorrow."

Combining the poem with the words was a blatant flirtation!

Looking at the Fairy of the Crimson Snake, Yue Yuan felt his heart stir.

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