Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 261: Cause and Effect

A cacophony of sounds filled the air, like the clinking of glasses at a banquet.

May the day gradually return to clarity.

She saw a petal fall into the cup, causing ripples to spread, light shifting and shadows leaping, as if capturing the silvery radiance within the cup itself.

This is the Wang Family Banquet.

"Miss Zhu, Miss Zhu, we are all eagerly awaiting to read your book, 'The Travels of the Zhu Family'!"

"Haha, why are you still stunned? Are you trying to escape and write a poem?"

"Yes, now it's your turn!"

Zhu Wuyao looked at the silver ripples in the cup gradually returning to calm, and suddenly came back to his senses.

She looked up.

He met the expectant gazes of everyone.

Just like in her precognitive dream, she originally intended to use "The Travels of Zhu" as a raft to make "What's on the Other Side of the Mountain" a bestseller, in order to manipulate the consciousness of all living beings.

Unlike in her premonition dream, none of this had happened when she arrived at the royal banquet.

But after hearing the story of Qi Suowei and the Silver Fox, she would no longer do that, but instead choose to make "The Travels of the Zhu Family" famous.

Just as Huaying had predicted.

Everything will come true.

"The Travels of Zhu" will be a bestseller; the result is the same, but the reasons are different.

Reversing cause and effect...

So that's how it works—reversing cause and effect.

The cause and effect flashed through his mind, it was truly amazing. He had solved the great problem of the Silver Fox, and Zhu Wuyao was extremely happy.

She raised her hand and drank the sake that drifted into the falling petals.

The wine was extremely sweet and mellow, with a spicy sensation that traveled from the throat all the way to the stomach. After drinking it, one felt the alcohol's aroma rushing to the top of one's head and soaring to the heavens.

One cup down the throat, and all illusions and causes and effects vanish like clouds and mist.

She put down her wine glass, leaned back, and felt inexplicably relaxed.

The fox dies facing its den, the horse of Dai gazes northward.

That cunning fox, in the time it takes to drink a cup of wine, was trapped in a dream, trapped in the paradise he himself created.

"It's hard to drink from this cup, I resent the green bamboo wine, my black hair is tied up, how many autumns have passed since then..."

Before the cup of wine was even finished, three seasons had passed in the dream. Now, upon waking, the wine was still warm, but the silver fox could no longer stir up any waves!

"What a poem!"

I wonder who clapped and praised this at the Wang family banquet.

"Let's sing together!"

As Zhu Wuyao poured himself another glass of wine, drums were already lined up on both sides.

Seeing this familiar scene, Zhu Wuyao was somewhat dazed. She smiled and realized, "So that's how it is."

The pain of parting and the resentment at home are all part of the suffering. Why not spread your wings and go? Why do you keep complaining?

The drums began to beat.

Zhu Wuyao chuckled and shook her head, finally understanding the cause and effect. She seemed to have a certain understanding, and sighed along with the drumbeats—

"To reverse cause and effect is utterly absurd!"

In the city of Biyi, a woman seemed to awaken from a dream. She recalled the poems in her dream, her brows furrowing slightly, as if she were puzzled:

"Thunderous roars, not what I seek...?"

Why did A-Yao recite this line of poetry in his dream?

At the Wang family banquet, Zhu Wuyao suddenly stood up. She knew that Hua Yingting had awakened from her dream and was now in Biyi City.

With a laugh and a toast, Zhu Wuyao walked away, leaving only the sound of poetry and drumbeats to fade into the distance.

"Hahahaha! Flying side by side, it was all just a lie?"

"Trying to catch the moon's reflection in the water is nothing but a futile effort!"

"Don't leave your hometown, don't leave your hometown... So this is what a homecoming ballad is all about..."

Wang Lian watched the departing figure stride away, recalling the poem she had just casually recited, and felt that it contained endless charm.

Someone had already taken up their pen to record the poem that had amazed everyone at this banquet where wine cups floated on a winding stream.

"Homecoming Ballad? This song is called Homecoming Ballad?"

"What a poem! What a poem!"

Where is Miss Zhu?

"she left!"

"Go to Chaoxi Bookstore, Miss Zhu will definitely be there!"

"Hahaha, what a beautiful line, 'When the water is full, it flows to the sea, surging on both banks.' It evokes a sense of endless melancholy after countless sails have passed, yet also carries a touch of carefree acceptance!"

"This is the proper demeanor of a scholar!"

……

While everyone at the Wang family banquet was still enjoying themselves and was leaving to watch "Homecoming Ballad" with their friends, Zhu Wuyao had already found Huayingting.

"Ah, please!"

"I am today, you are tomorrow... So that's what it means."

I will meet you in three years.

Hua Yingting waved to Zhu Wuyao, then said with a smile:

"I dreamt about that line too~"

The traveling merchant Xu San'er, who was standing next to Hua Yingting, seemed to be still unconscious.

but!

When he saw Zhu Wuyao, he suddenly collapsed to the ground—

I was so startled awake!

"you you……!"

Xu San'er quickly grabbed Hua Yingting's sleeve, hid behind her, and said:

"Sister Hua, she's trying to kill me! Help me!"

Hua Yingting looked thoughtfully at Xu San'er, whose face was full of terror. She frowned slightly, then slowly relaxed her brows, as if she had just realized something, and said:

"So that's how I was startled awake."

"Ah Yao, long time no see! I've mastered the art of divination~"

"For some reason, as soon as I entered the realm of all beings, I entered a state of precognition, but... I only dreamed of a few fragments, and then I woke up inexplicably."

Zhu Wuyao smiled and nodded, saying:

"I know everything."

More than just knowing, we are all trapped in your precognitive dream, from a few scattered "predestined results" that spread out into countless causes, forming a complete world.

What kind of cultivation method do you practice?

Zhu Wuyao had been curious about this for a long time, but the superposition of two dreams should not have such a miraculous effect as to trap the silver fox.

"The cultivation technique I practiced is called... Oh dear, I've mastered it! How did I suddenly achieve the Great Luo Heaven cultivation technique?"

Daluo Heaven.

If the body is not burdened by form, then the Great Luo Heaven is right before one's eyes.

People are bound by their obsessions; a single moment of misunderstanding can lead to utter ruin.

Zhu Wuyao lowered his head and smiled. No wonder... the Silver Fox's thoughts had not disappeared for eight hundred years, but he had imprisoned himself.

Of course, his own "contribution" was also responsible for trapping him in it.

Once Xu San'er's mind cleared, he slowly got up from the ground, looked around, and patted the dust off his body.

He then realized that he seemed to have only recently entered Biyi City.

Was everything just an illusion?

Zhu Wuyao did not explain to him immediately, but said:

"Let's go back to Chaoxi Bookstore first, and I'll explain once everyone is gathered."

That one is the real headache.

Back to Chaoxi Bookstore.

Zhu Wuyao saw Ye Xiaozhou squatting on a chair, seemingly deep in thought about something.

As if in a premonition, when she brought Hua Yingting and Xu San'er over, Ye Xiaozhou seemed to be thinking about something.

It turns out he was thinking about how he betrayed her.

This is a mess.

"long time no see."

Zhu Wuyao greeted him, then saw Ye Xiaozhou jump down from his chair, come over, and toss a copper coin over.

"Who do you think you are?"

Ye Xiaozhou slowly raised a bright smile and said:

"Of course I'm calculating whether today is your unlucky day!"