Long Aotian and His Mortal Bamboo Horse

After Long Aotian saved the world, became famous, and became the best in the world, he was surrounded by many people who pleased him, praised him, and regarded him as the savior. They also had countless rare treasures and panacea. However, at night, he was sitting on the roof and was blown by the night wind, feeling an indescribable emptiness and loneliness. He looked at the bright moon in the sky and thought of the bamboo horse he grew up with in the village when he was still young. An ordinary person with no cultivation qualifications, but with a pair of beautiful eyes, a little dull, and very gentle. He also has a pair of skillful hands that can make the most delicious taro cakes and brew the best wine in the world. Later, he ate many delicacies and drank many fine wines, but none of them were as delicious as the cold taro cake that Zhuma brought when he ran away from home due to an quarrel with his family when he was seven years old. The bamboo horse found him in the banana forest. In the blink of an eye, it has been fifteen years. He wanted to go home and have a look. * Due to the normal life these years, their village is isolated from the world, and little news from the outside world comes in. He had a few playmates, parents, relatives and friends, opened a wine shop at the end of the village, and lived like this. I just sometimes think about it, it seems that when I was a child, I had a friend who was very good at playing. Later, he talked all day long about going to have some adventures, so he left the village with a sword. Before leaving, he gave him a few ingots of silver that he had secretly hidden, and taught him to be careful on the road. If he encounters something interesting or good-looking, he should tell himself slowly when he returns to the village. Later, his mother beat him again, saying that he was a prodigal and that he would never come back after he cheated you of your money. He swore he would not do it. Gong is a very good person. If he promised me, he would definitely come back. He believed this in the first year, the second year, the third year, the fourth year... In the tenth year, he was already twenty years old and had long forgotten about it. Only before going to bed at night, listening to the cicadas chirping outside the window, he would occasionally think of a night many years ago when he and Gong sneaked out to catch fireflies in the middle of the night. The cicadas were also chirping so noisily. Twenty-five years old was considered very old in the village. His mother wanted to get him engaged. She was a girl from a neighboring village and was known to be gentle and virtuous. I feel pretty good about it. Vegetables, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea. How can I not live well? The next day, he planned to go to a neighboring village to see each other. As a result, a man came to the village. A dusty foreigner, dressed in rags, carrying an old sword on his back, his hair on the temples blown to pieces by the wind at the entrance of the village, revealing a pair of cold and solitary features. He asked: "Is there any wine?" Long Aotian returning home x gentle beauty Purpose: People who are destined to be together will always reach the same destination through different paths.