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When Zuo Qin raised Song Jia, it was a rare peaceful time for Cang Xuan.

Most of the demons released by Chi Zhouhai were eliminated. Although there were still small-scale battles to fight, he lived a peaceful life for several hundred years.

Bie Jingchun is a person who cannot sit still. He jumps around like a monkey and hunts monsters everywhere. When Zuo Qin doesn't want to follow him out to cause trouble, he will hide in Chenxing Mountain to count the stars and watch the moon.

At first he was alone, and then he picked up Song Jia.

When he first met the child, he was dirty, skinny and small, and looked like he would die at any moment. Zuo Qin, who rarely showed compassion for the child, spent half a year raising the child to be plump and white.

I originally wanted to keep him in Yunting Academy. If he became successful, he could find a new master. If not, it would be fine to just be an ordinary disciple.

But when the child whom he had called "Ada" for half a year hooked his clothes with his hands, raised his head and looked at him with admiring eyes, Zuo Qin knew that he could not send the child away.

He doesn't care whether Song Jia is talented or not, how far he can go, or what achievements he can make in the future.

I only hope that my child will be stupid and rude, and will become an official without any disaster or trouble.

He had expectations and demands on Xie Fengxue and Changxia, but not a single one for Song Jia.

Zuo Qin only hopes that he can be free and happy.

He had planned everything out, but he didn't expect that in the end he would be the one putting shackles on his apprentice.

He finally said to Song Jia: "Ada, no one will shackle your life anymore."

I hope you have a smooth journey ahead.

Song Jia raised his head, blood mixed with tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. He wiped it blankly, looking at the bright red in his hand, he was a little at a loss.

How many years have you been?

The inner demon that had troubled him for many years was easily solved by Zuo Qin, his unattainable master.

I am still that useless person who deserves to be laughed at.

Zuo Qin was very tired after doing all this. He had not stopped for a moment in these days. The formation to separate Song Jia's demon bloodline was not as simple as it looked. It almost exhausted all his remaining strength. Now he had used up all his energy just to resist Chi Zhouhai's rejection.

He almost pushed himself to the extreme.

But he didn't want to reveal this to Song Jia.

Zuo Qin wanted to comfort his disciple, but he had been arrogant for too long and now he couldn't even learn to be gentle.

So he said, "Live a mediocre life, Ada."

You are so insignificant that even if you give everything you have, you cannot change the situation.

Cang Xuan is so old, it doesn’t matter if I keep you as my own.

The surrounding protective formations had begun to break down. When the first crack appeared, the teleportation formation under Zuo Qin's feet immediately started to activate.

The fortune teller with a youthful face stood in the middle of the silver array pattern, his face obscured by the array light and not clearly visible.

Song Jia stretched out his hand, as if trying to grab his sleeve, but the formation on the opposite side was faster, and he only stumbled.

The demon cultivator who had been reborn as a human placed his hand on his chest, where his heart was beating and blood was gushing out.

Without those deliberate eccentricities and flattery, this monk named Song Jia actually looks likable and kind.

He murmured, "Master, you're walking too fast. I can't catch up with you."

His voice was carried in the wind of Chi Zhouhai. No one could hear it, and no one would answer it.

——

When Changxia opened his eyes, the mountains and rivers that were bound to be destroyed had turned into heavy snow on the Cangfeng Mountain.

An immortal in green clothes and wide sleeves placed a low table under the eaves, on which were two warm yellow wine glasses.

Chang Xia held the sword in hand and was silent for a moment before he said, "Although I wear yellow clothes, I don't really like the color yellow."

Xie Fengxue stretched out his hand and motioned Changxia to sit down.

"I know, I like it."

Why was it that out of the dozen or so skirts, only the goose yellow one was successful? Because he liked the warm yellow color, so he put more effort into the dye, which made it more likely to succeed.

And of course he also knew that Changxia's favorite color was blue.

So he wore the green robe for thousands of years.

Xie Fengxue waved his hand, and the wine glasses on the table turned one green and one yellow.

"Which one do you want?"

Changxia still picked up the yellow one.

Xie Fengxue raised an eyebrow and looked at her, "A gentleman does not take away what others like."

Changxia poured himself a glass of wine and frowned when he drank it.

"I'm not a gentleman. Why did you put tea in a wine bottle?"

Xie Fengxue: "Last time Master came over, I also poured him some tea. Don't drink alcohol when you're away from home."

Chang Xia said: "It's not me who is going on a long journey."

She leaned back in the chair, raised her legs and stretched her head.

The snow was still falling outside, dyeing the entire Zangfeng Mountain white. Even the leaves of the sycamore trees on the edge of the cliff were covered with a thick layer of frost.

The sky was covered with heavy clouds, making it gloomy. Perhaps because she was in a dream, she didn't feel how cold it was.

Now that she thinks about it, it seems like she hasn't watched the snow under the eaves with her senior brother like this for many years.

"Where's Ji Sheng? I remember I left him here before."

"I threw it away." Xie Fengxue said without any guilt.

Changxia: ...

“This must be his dream.”

Xie Fengxue smiled and said, "It's his."

Changxia: ...

When it comes to being a bad person, my senior brother is indeed my senior brother.

She felt a moment of pity for the Human Emperor in her heart, and then put it behind her mind without any burden.

He turned to ask Xie Fengxue: "Then why did you come to see me, Lord Immortal?"

Xie Fengxue uttered a soft "Ah" and said with a smile: "You saw it."

Changxia thought to himself, how stupid am I to not be able to tell the difference between fairy energy and spiritual energy.

She looked into Xie Fengxue's eyes and said, "You will become a target of public criticism and be called a traitor to Cang Xuan."

Xie Fengxue poured himself a cup of tea and drank it slowly.

"So you want to become Cang Xuan's hero and kill me, the traitor?"

Changxia did not answer him, but threw the wine glass into the snow. The moment the wine glass touched the ground, she stretched out her hand and made a gesture, and the broken porcelain pieces turned into flying flowers, spreading and growing from the ground.

A little green began to burst forth, then grew more and more, faster and faster, until it spread across the entire mountain.

In the blink of an eye, the snow was covered by spring.

Flowers bloomed on the ground, the first five elements magic that Xie Fengxue taught her.

Chang Xia said softly, "Boring."

What choice did she have? She would never hurt Xie Fengxue.

She analyzed Ye Shuxing's memory, knew who their enemy was, and was ready to pay any price to defeat him.

But this price cannot include Xie Fengxue.

This is her own selfishness.

"Brother, I thought I knew a lot, but I still can't see what you are going to do."

The sound of long summer is very light, vaguely scattered in the spring days of Cangfeng Mountain.

"Is it for me? But I don't like it."

She considers herself a good person, but she also doesn't hesitate to do bad things. If someone wants to kill her, she will not hesitate to raise her sword and kill them.

But if it meant using someone else's life to fill her own, Changxia couldn't do it.

"Brother, my good luck is given to me by you."

Her eyes were on Chuncao, and Xie Fengxue's eyes were on her.

Changxia watched intently, while Xie Fengxue watched devoutly.

The green-robed immortal suddenly laughed sarcastically.

There was something hidden, crazy, and strange in his eyes that was about to emerge.

He has hated this world for a long time, whether it is the fairyland, Chi Zhouhai, or Cang Xuan.

This was a secret he had never told anyone.

"About eight hundred years ago, I learned divination from Zuo Qin. Zuo Qin said that I had great talent and had the potential to replace him as the world's number one divination master."

"And the first time I foresaw destiny was your death."

He spoke calmly, as if he was talking about something that concerned him.

No one knows how many years it took him to accept this ending.

"The first future I foresaw was that you would die eight hundred years ago. Back then, when you went to the Eastern Territory with your master, you met Ji Sheng and became close friends. When he attacked the sky, you gladly accepted his invitation and became his right-hand man. Finally..."

"In the end, I died on the battlefield for him."

"Xia Xia, they say you deserved a death, but I don't accept it."

His junior sister, the one he depended on for life, the one he had loved for hundreds of years, how could she, how could she just die for someone else like that.

Xie Fengxue reached out and stroked Changxia's hair. His slender fingers slowly slid down and finally landed on Changxia's face. He tilted Changxia's head and forced Changxia to look at him in an almost forceful manner.

Their eyes met, and Xie Fengxue suddenly smiled.

"It's destiny. Some people are born to be kings, while others can only be stepping stones for others. Xia Xia, whether the world is fair or not, whether anyone in the world lives or dies, these have nothing to do with me, but you are not. To me, you are the only one who cannot die."

Even though he was in shackles, even though he could feel the madness hidden under Xie Fengxue's gentle skin, Chang Xia still didn't feel afraid.

Just because the person opposite is Xie Fengxue

She said gently, "Brother, everyone will die. Death is the fairest thing in this world."

"Death is certainly fair, but I won't accept it."

"Xia Xia, I don't accept the so-called destiny that treats you as a pawn, a stepping stone for others, to be discarded after use!"

"I don't accept it!"

Since God doesn't care about his junior sister, then he will care about it himself.

Xie Fengxue took a deep breath and put down the hand that was pinching Changxia's face. He sat on the chair, and from his hair to the corners of his clothes, he became calm and elegant again.

"I didn't accept it, so I rebelled."

"Have you read the storybooks written by Sixth Junior Sister? The protagonist is naturally powerful, with unrivaled luck, and everything else. Meanwhile, the villain schemes and schemes, but ultimately fails. In Tiandao's storybooks, there are many protagonists: Ji Sheng, Chen Siyan, Tinglan, Lingyao, Li Bai, and the rest... They're all protagonists, blessed with good luck. Before being schemed against by Heaven, they all achieved their dreams."

"I'm the background guy, no one cares about me. You're the stepping stone on the protagonist's road to success, commonly known as cannon fodder."

"I changed the future countless times. The first time, you died for Ji Sheng. The second time, you died for Shen Siyan. The third time was Ting Lan. Then it was Bai Lu, Chu Xi, Li Bai, and even Master, Zuo Qin... Your death always inspires their fighting spirit, makes them rise up in resistance, mature, and ultimately win.

But—isn't it strange, Xia Xia, as if your destiny is to sacrifice your life for their great cause."

"Why, Xia Xia."

"Why, Xia Xia."

Xie Fengxue said softly.

"If fate wants you to die, I want you to live."