After that, there was nothing much worth mentioning.
They toured the Great Wall, spent another day in Northern Capital visiting the Forbidden City, then finally took their leave amid Zhao Xiaodao and Zhang Weili's reluctance to part, boarding the high-speed rail south to Sea City.
For the next stretch of days, with nothing pressing on either side, Lu Zheng shuttled back and forth. In the ancient world, he nurtured his Flying Sword; in the modern world, he strolled the streets and ate.
Perhaps in the morning, he would still be in the ancient world, listening to a storyteller spin tales while keeping the Flying Sword tucked up his sleeve and tempering it with true qi. By noon, he might have returned to the modern world to pick Lin Wan up for her lunch break and eat with her, then head back to the ancient world that afternoon, either to lend a hand at Renxin Hall or to relax in the Peach Blossom Forest.
Dinner depended on his mood and circumstances. Perhaps he cooked in the ancient world, perhaps in the modern one. As for nighttime activities, those required even more careful scheduling.
Oh, right. Since he had been away for a month, a few days after returning, Lu Zheng climbed Shaotong Mountain again. This time, although he did not have Crimson Centipede Three Origins Wine, he did have the Qingqi Spirit Tea Yi Qingtian had given him.
As he entered the temple grounds after climbing the mountain, he happened upon Yuan Jing, who was about to head down.
"Where are you going, Senior Brother?"
Yuan Jing wore the Cloud Pattern Sword at his waist and carried a small bundle on his back. Seeing Lu Zheng, he smiled and nodded. "Zhang Yuanwai's household in Yingshan Town is haunted. His family