"Sorry." He apologized again.

"I should apologize for putting the blame on you. I can end it, but you can't." Master Li just responded indifferently.

He fell to the ground in the bright moonlight.

…

Li Mingyue was born in a remote village. He had no parents and only an old lady who took care of him.

The old lady was old and frail, and made a living by sewing clothes, so he decided to work hard to pass the imperial examination so that the old lady could get treatment.

At the age of thirteen, he used the crude divination skills he had learned by himself to trick a wealthy businessman into asking him to tell his fortune. He saved money all the way to Kyoto, where he studied astrology and destiny, showing his amazing talent. At the age of sixteen, he passed the imperial examination. With his ability to determine astrology and predict destiny, everyone made way for him, and he was promoted all the way to the position of prime minister.

During this period, he was persecuted by villains several times, was demoted and even imprisoned many times, and was later reinstated, with more and more injuries on his body. However, he seemed to have no grudges, but just ignored it and only paid attention to the stars in the sky.

When he was 27 years old, he told his parents that the emperor would not live for more than three years. The emperor was furious and he was exiled to the frontier. His grandmother also died in the process. That night, he held her withered hand and his hair turned white overnight.

People thought that geniuses died young, either in exile or on the frontier. His life was already quite rough, but he didn't expect that three years later, the emperor passed away, and even the moment of his death was exactly the same as Li Mingyue had said.

When the crown prince ascended the throne, he respectfully invited Li Mingyue back and promised him the position of state teacher. Li Mingyue stayed in the state teacher's pavilion for a long time, reading astrology books and continuing to study stargazing day and night. There was no smile on his face anymore.

Several decades had passed since then, and the royal family had changed three generations, but Li Guoshi remained as young as ever. The common people regarded him as a half-immortal, and even the emperor did not dare to approach him. As long as he opened his mouth, he could tell the time of death of others without the slightest error.

His eyes watched the changes of generation after generation, saw the vicissitudes of life, the change of ownership of mountains and rivers, the twists and turns, saw the endless struggles and secrets of the royal family, and saw the growth and death of generations of people. Later, no one knew where he came from, only that there was an immortal half-immortal in the National Master's Pavilion.

Only he himself remembered that when he was young, he had studied hard for fame, was persecuted by villains, was tortured in prison, and was exiled to the frontier... He once had an old lady named Chen Niang, who had very skillful hands and could sew white clothes for him, but she died at the discretion of the emperor because he had committed the crime of dictating fate... After that, he learned to keep silent. He should have been no different from ordinary people, but because he was good at astrology, he changed his fate and cut off the thread of life, and from then on he had immortality.

The country has been passed down from generation to generation. The people and events have been passed down from generation to generation.

A hundred years later, no one remembers the young Ali, and no one remembers the old lady named Chen Niang.

There is only one Li Guoshi who lives in the Astrology Tower of the Guoshi Pavilion. His three thousand white hairs are like snow. He can see through a person's secrets with just one glance, and can predict a person's death with just one word.

Who dares to approach such a demigod, who dares to stay in front of such a person for long?

Even every time the emperor of each generation came to see him, they only dared to talk to him through the curtain and did not dare to look him in the eye. For a hundred years, no one dared to chat with him, not even to get close to him.

During the day, he drinks alone, and at night, he watches the stars alone. Under the peach tree, the white-haired half-immortal looks up at the starry sky, which intersects into a chaotic cause and effect line. The country can be changed, and dozens of generations have passed. Which star will be Chen Niang's eyes?

The candied haws vendor I met when I was thirty, the frontier soldier I met when I was fifty, the market girl I met when I was seventy, the prince’s youngest son I met when I was ninety, the farm girl I met when I was a hundred, one hundred and twenty, one hundred and fifty…

The flowers are the same every year, but the people are different every year.

Time passed quickly, and his body seemed to be covered with thousands of years of snow. Even the ancient trees where he often stood had died. He had witnessed too many lives and deaths, and the coldness on his body kept people away from him.

No one would get close to such thick frost and snow.

but……

"Are you the Imperial Master? I heard that you know everything, can predict fate, and are proficient in all kinds of talismans. Can you save this white fox?"

A little prince ran over panting.

At that time, he stood in the White Jade Pavilion, quietly standing there. Because anyone who saw him would be afraid, he would only stand in one place, looking at the unchanging palace wall for a long time until night fell.

But someone broke through the frost and snow and walked towards him.

"...Aren't you afraid of me?"

He spoke slowly through the frost and snow. He had not spoken for a long time and his voice was already hoarse.

Even Princess Jinghe was frightened, but the little prince remained calm and answered him:

"I have never done anything wrong in my life. I am not afraid of you. If you want to see my fate and memory, you can do so. If you use this ability well, it will benefit future generations. I admire you, so how can I be afraid of you?"

In the White Jade Pavilion, the melting snow falls, and three thousand white snowflakes look like pear blossoms.

His hair blended with the snow. He suddenly turned around and saw a pair of bright eyes among the frost and snow.

Su Shaoqing.

The little prince's temperament was the best he had seen in generations, too perfect, and too pity. The moment he saw the little prince for the first time, he could not avoid seeing the little prince's life from then on - short and painful, with nothing worth cherishing.

Sooner or later, the dreamer will die, and the kite of the person who longs for his ideal will fall, leaving behind only darkness, endless pain and bloodshed.

Over the past hundred years, he has known that fate cannot be changed. In the early years, he had tried more than once to save people and change the tragic fate of these people that he had seen, but in the end, it only created a more tragic ending. Fate cannot be changed. He is just a watcher, not a changer. Those who can see through everything also know that they are the most powerless.

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