The First Sparrow God Tournament at Autumn Water Pavilion, What in the World!

Winter was not yet over, and the morning sun shone brightly, making the snow-covered Clear Abyss Mountain Range shine.

The second-floor boudoir is like the most beautiful maiden in the scenic snow-capped mountains, her jade-like face serene and aloof, gazing into the distance from the railing, seemingly admiring the snowscape.

But upon closer inspection, one would notice a slight daze in her serene eyes.

As soon as she opened the window, she heard Li Mo slam his hand on the table and say those two sentences.

'He... has never been in a relationship...'

'He... doesn't understand love...'

Ying Bing reminisced, her thoughts drifted back to her past life.

It seems that ever since her family members died, she has severed all emotions and desires, and when she sees others troubled by love, she thinks they are just making trouble for themselves.

Heaven and earth are ruthless, and the Great Way is merciless.

She always believed this, and later, reaching the pinnacle of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths proved her right.

Therefore, as the mistress of the Cassia Palace, she also ordered all disciples of the Cassia Palace to purify their six senses, be single-minded, and devote all their energy to pursuing the Great Dao.

Despite the strict rules, disciples still frequently break the taboos.

The word "love," once you get involved, seems to make you foolish...

After that, she became even more certain.

Love can make people foolish.

From then on, her world consisted only of herself, lonely and desolate. She often admired the snow alone, even though the snow was barely a fraction of the temperature of her breath, yet occasionally she still felt a little... cold?

Until after rebirth.

A sunny smile, long faded by time, inexplicably entered her life, bringing the radiant spring sunshine to the snow-capped mountains.

To make matters worse, I also got an extra system.

To make matters worse, she inexplicably lost a few times...

So once it happened, it happened again. Gradually, she got used to being led by the hand by him, eating the food he fed her, and calling him "little brother."

She would occasionally be startled to realize that she seemed to have become somewhat different from before.

But this change is something that's hard to dislike.

This...

Is that what you call dating?

Ying Bing didn't know that the words "love" and "affection" had been separated from her by a layer of ice in her past life, and now they were like flowers seen through a fog, hazy and unclear.

So she changed her clothes, went downstairs, and sat down next to Li Mo, who was sitting on the threshold of the courtyard gate, contemplating life.

What are you eating?

"Hmm... some fried dough sticks, would you like?"

So the two of them sat together on the threshold, enjoying the chilly breeze, drinking soy milk and eating fried dough sticks, watching the sun climb over the snow-capped mountains, watching the sky gradually become more and more colorful, and then being adorned with white clouds.

Relationship coach Xiao Li shares the same dilemma.

When asked to mentor others, he speaks eloquently and confidently, offering insightful and authoritative advice.

But if you let him try it out in practice, he'll be confused.

"Would you like more soy milk?"

"Um."

Li Mo went to get another bowl, but when he saw Ice Block sitting on the doorstep hugging his knees, he felt it was a bit unreal.

I'd like it hotter.

"Isn't this hot enough?"

Li Mo thought to herself, "Why does Ice Block like to eat such hot food today?"

It's so hot, what's the point of warming it?

He heated the soy milk with his inner energy, then scooped up another spoonful.

"Try it again."

"Hiss..."

Ying Bing parted her expressionless lips slightly, took a sip of scalding hot soy milk with an aloof air, and then gently exhaled hot air, revealing a small, pink and glossy tip of her tongue enjoying the coolness.

"It wasn't even that hot for me."

"Hmm, not hot..."

Li Mo, puzzled, drank the remaining soy milk from the spoon and smacked his lips a couple of times.

Strangeness.

There's no sugar in it, so why is there a faint, subtle sweetness...?

Li Mo scratched his neck. Why does my neck always feel itchy lately?

Ice Block silently withdrew her gaze from his neck.

"Huh? Aren't we playing mahjong?"

Qin Yuzhi brought out the mahjong table and stood there looking completely taken aback, her expression like Uncle Da's. "I don't even have a car yet."

"Why are you two eating?"

"Why don't you have some too?"

"... I'm not hungry."

Qin Yuzhi slept for thousands of years, but now she feels incredibly full. Is it because of her stubbornness?

Or is it because he really wants to play mahjong?

Oh, right.

Has Li Mo's "Love Battle" (the name Qin Yuzhi gave him) already begun...?

Thinking of this, she became wary:

"You two aren't having an affair, are you?"

What is a love story?

Ying Bing tilted her head; she had never hit anyone before.

"A newbie?" Qin Yuzhi narrowed her eyes, a wicked glint in her eyes.

That requires tuition fees, you know.

"Looks like we're still missing one person?"

Little Li finally remembered that there was still someone at the Autumn Water Pavilion, that fierce woman who had chugged down several bottles of liquor, who should still be fast asleep...

So he pushed open the door to his beautiful master's room and saw an unidentified body lying on the bed, snoring and kicking its arms and legs.

"Master!"

The blanket was thrown off.

"Um?"

Shang Wu opened her eyes groggily, her languid demeanor tinged with a hint of murderous intent.

You'd better have something important to say if you're looking for me, otherwise you might run into trouble.

"We're one short for a mahjong game."

"What audacity! You actually dared to challenge me to a mahjong game! I'm the number one mahjong master of Clear Abyss Sect, who almost plucked the feathers off Green Phoenix to use as a substitute for a dragon!"

Shang Wu instantly perked up, walking with a brisk pace; she hadn't played cards in ages.

She had once suggested to the Sect Master that a mahjong tournament be held annually at Clear Abyss Sect.

Unfortunately, it was rejected by a unanimous vote.

Then.

The first Mahjong Master Tournament at the Autumn Water Pavilion has officially begun!

Here, people are peacefully playing mahjong.

On the other side, on the mountain path leading to the main hall of Cloud-Crossing Sword City, Elder Zeng and the Three Heroes of Cloud-Crossing were filled with grief and reeked of a hangover.

You have to sigh after taking just a few steps up the mountain.

With a sigh, they ascended to the main hall on the summit.

"Old Zeng? What's going on here...?"

Elder Han He was also on his way to the main hall of the main peak. He and Elder Zeng were old acquaintances. Many years ago, the two had worked together to forge weapons and would occasionally exchange ideas on forging techniques.

Elder Zeng Root Bone excellent aptitude and a high level of skill, which is why he is now a master blacksmith.

"Oh! I didn't come here to see you."

Elder Zeng sighed heavily again.

"What is it?"

"It's about Li Mo, let's talk about it when we see Brother Shangguan!"

Li Mo?

Elder Han He was taken aback. He had just passed by the Autumn Water Pavilion and seen this kid playing mahjong.

It's true, they came back from Lanke Mountain without even saying a word...

The two entered the main hall.

Upon meeting Shangguan Wencang, Elder Zeng's first words were:

"Brother Shangguan, please accept my condolences."

"??"

Shangguan Wencang puffed out his pipe, completely bewildered.

"Li Mo of your clan perished in the Cloud Dream Underground Palace. I witnessed it with my own eyes."

"How is that possible???"

Elder Han He leaned back slightly.

Wasn't that kid just playing mahjong over there doing fine?

However, the two of them immediately took it seriously, after all, Elder Zeng at the External Scene Realm level and had excellent eyesight.

"Absolutely right, I even brought his body back."

Elder Zeng took out the hair and recounted the whole story with great sorrow, making it sound very detailed and relatable.

Elder Han He's head was buzzing.

Who's that guy playing mahjong at the Autumn Water Pavilion?

He suddenly shivered.

Judging from Elder Zeng's tone, the Cloud Dream Underground Palace was a strange place. Could it be that he just...

This must be a ghost!

Little Puji hasn't had a break in ages TT