In Li Ping'an's mind, Jiangnan was a place of poetry and beauty.
Little bridges over flowing streams, boats ferrying people home, apricot blossoms in fine rain, landscapes like paintings...
Together, these images formed an ink-wash painting of Jiangnan in his heart.
Li Ping'an and Old Ox walked onto a stone bridge.
The scenery of Jiangnan slowly unfolded before them, with houses dotted along both banks.
Now and then, a few Jiangnan girls with bright eyes and pearly teeth stepped barefoot through the rippling water, singing love songs.
Tall willows shaded out the sunlight, their reflections in the water hazy as a dream.
No wonder Jing Yu had chosen a place like this.
Li Ping'an let the south wind blow against his face.
Sure enough, the martial world and immortal cultivation had never been about fighting and killing.
They were about fucking enjoying yourself!!
If fighting and killing were all there was to it, why the hell cultivate~
"Peach leaves, oh, pointed at the tips, willow leaves, oh, cover all the sky...
Speaking of that Song the Third, he and his wife sell opium."
Humming a little tune, Li Ping'an walked through misty, rainy Jiangnan with Old Ox, one behind the other.
The place where he had agreed to meet Jing Yu was the Yellow Crane Tower in Jiangnan.
Though this was Jiangnan, it was only a small village on its outskirts.
Li Ping'an decided to rest here for the night.
He ate three yellow croakers, a bowl of soup, and a serving of rice, then joined the crowd to watch a play and bought some food.
They amused themselves from the afternoon until midnight, when things finally wound down.
"Hahaha, Old Ox, that play was such a blast!"
Li Ping'an laughed.
Old Ox mooed excitedly. It really had been a