Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

The First Pavilion of the Martial World is the most frequent gathering place for heroes of the entire martial world.

Whether they are wandering knights or masters of various sects, everyone who comes here will climb the tower to drink wine, discuss swordsmanship, and talk about chivalry.

This building has upturned eaves and corners, gilded railings, and nine floors that are brightly lit. It is truly the most magnificent place to drink in the world.

A rosewood table by the window was laden with dishes and wine, including bamboo shoots with shredded vegetables, mushrooms and tofu, and vegetarian dishes—foods suitable for both Buddhist and Taoist purposes.

In the very center were two rows of wine jars, containing a variety of wines including fruit wine, mead, and bamboo leaf green wine, their aroma filling the air and creating a magnificent display.

Lu Fang leaned back in the rosewood chair, pointed to the wine in the cup, and smiled at Xie Xiaoyi, saying:

"Third brother, that's more like it! Let's have a good drink, no holding back, fourth brother, what do you say?"

Tiger Rhino grinned sheepishly, "Big Brother is right! Let's drink until we drop tonight! From now on, whenever we drink, I'll put down my wooden fish and be there whenever you call!"

Xie Xiaoyi picked up another jar of wine, broke the clay seal, filled the three jars, and laughed heartily:

"From now on, worldly affairs will no longer bother me. From this day forward, the three of us brothers can drink whenever we want and get drunk whenever we want."

This drinking session lasted from dusk till the moon began to wane, and from the moon's setting until dawn.

The three of them talked about everything and enjoyed themselves immensely. Their cups were never empty, and their laughter never ceased.

At the next table, a group of江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the martial arts world) men were also engaged in lively conversation, and as they drank more, their eyes frequently drifted towards the three men.

The three men chatted and laughed without restraint, their demeanor completely different from that of ordinary drinkers.

Someone lowered their voice and asked curiously, "Who are those three people at that table?"

A Taoist priest, a young Buddhist monk, and a handsome young man—they all seemed to have an extraordinary air about them.

A person next to him quickly pressed him down, lowering their voice even further: "Shut up! Don't make a sound, these three are not to be trifled with."

"Oh? What's the trick to it?"

"They are the number one clan in the world, and three of the four newly promoted grandmasters on the Heavenly Dragon Ranking!"

"The Heavenly Dragon Ranking? Those are the ten most renowned masters in the martial arts world, and the four Grandmasters are practically unparalleled figures!"

Someone chimed in, "Brother Liu, who are those four grandmasters? Could you please tell us?"

The man surnamed Liu glanced at him sideways and slowly said, "The number one in the world is Xie Xiaoyi, who has reached the state of oneness with heaven and man."

As he spoke, he secretly pointed in Xie Xiaoyi's direction and continued:

"The second best in the world is Cui Juqing of Kunlun Heavenly Sword Sect, who was once the best in the world!"

The third in the world is that lazy-looking young Taoist, Lu Fang of the Zhenwu Dao Sect.

As for that young monk... he was Hu Si from Dajue Temple, ranked fourth.

Everyone gasped in shock, no longer daring to make a sound, and simply stared at the three people from afar with eyes full of awe.

The truth is:

Drinking wine from a high building, laughing at the world, living a carefree life.

Once, our swordsmanship was unparalleled, we fought for victory in all directions, braving wind and rain for thousands of miles, and today we meet again.

Taoist robes flutter in the wind, a Zen mind rests under the moon, a smile empties the universe in a drunken stupor.

Tonight, let's drink and pour out our past dreams into our cups.

Regardless of who is weak or strong, we are at peace, and the mountains and rivers are clear under the sun and moon.

With Xie Motian, all sharp edges are concealed! Lu Fang, with his Taoist spirit, is as free as the wind! Hu Si, with a kind heart, a Zen-like spirit and chivalrous nature, is a brother who shares a bond that transcends life and death!

From now on, I will live a carefree life, accompanied by gentle breezes and bright moonlight.

......

The green mountains stretch endlessly, and the autumn wind blows in gusts.

Xie Xiaoyi walked slowly to the tomb, gently brushed away the fresh dust on the stone tablet, and placed a simple bunch of herbs in front of it.

The inscription on the monument remains clear as ever—Tomb of my beloved teacher, Hua Tianyi.

He gazed at the tombstone, as if conversing with his master, who had saved him years ago and now lay buried there.

A group of women, each with their own children, quietly stayed by Xie Xiaoyi's side.

Xie Lingyun stood beside him, the one he cared about most in his life.

At the very front, Fu Yaoqin gently held her son Xie Nian'an's hand, standing silently with her gentle eyes as always.

Hua Suwen held the child, stood slightly to the side, and silently shed tears as she looked at her master's tombstone.

Yun Jianxue was also holding her infant son, with Yun Qianxun holding her daughter Xie Qianyu beside her.

Shen Xinyu was the youngest, standing quietly at the end, her eyes bright and clear.

Xue Xiaoqi, who usually wears red, changed into a plain color today and quietly accompanied him.

Murong Wei was already pregnant, but she insisted on coming along. Her older sister, Murong Shishi, could only carefully support her, her eyes filled with worry.

Mei Hua Yao Yao, Lin San Niang, Ning Yang Zi, and Ouyang Qing stood in a row, each with their own unique charm, yet all remained quiet and composed.

Not far behind, Hua Lingxu stood with his hands at his sides, gazing gently at his junior brother's back.

Mu Pingting stood beside Hua Lingshu, neither too close nor too far, her eyes and brows conveying a gentle and serene feeling.

The two did not speak, yet they possessed an unspoken understanding that was obvious to anyone with discerning eyes, but which did not need to be pointed out.

Xie Xiaoyi stood quietly in front of the tomb for a long time before finally bowing slightly and slowly kneeling down in respect.

The wind rustles through the woods, as if a familiar face sighs softly.

He stood up, turned around, looked at his wife, children, and family, and smiled faintly.

Looking back, the turbulent life, the solitary path of the sword, and the conflicts of the martial world have all returned to peace.

Only the gentle passage of time remains, and each finds their own fulfillment.

Partridge Sky - Sword Returns

The previous life was a time traveler venturing into the martial arts world.

His former name was a vagabond.

Who recognizes Xingyao's bones from back then?

They shed their blood to protect their confidants.

Worldly affairs are over, I am drunk and alone in the wind.

Today, I sheathed my sword, my initial intent gone.

With wife and children around my knees, all the past is gone.

Let us live a life worthy of this journey.

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