Chapter 99
Xie Xuanqing noticed the strange aura coming from Rong Jing almost immediately.
His fingers continued to tighten, Xie Xuan lowered his eyes slightly, and gently took Rong Jing into his arms.
The long silver-white hair looked a little hazy in the dim light. Xie Xuan lightly combed the back of Rong Jing's head with his fingertips. His sharp eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he looked a little at a loss.
After a few seconds, Xie Xuanqing whispered: "...Sir, don't be sad."
The warm temperature of human skin came through the slightly cool hair. Rong Jing subconsciously raised his head and rubbed Xie Xuanqing's chin, then replied: "Yeah."
To be exact, Rong Jing was not feeling very sad at this moment. After all, the destruction of Tianyuan Sect was a foregone conclusion. After hundreds of years, even if his master lived longer, it was time for him to die.
He accepted this reality when he took out the scroll of notes. Although he was sad, he didn't feel too sad because he had been mentally prepared.
But when he saw the way Sect Leader Xia addressed him in the note and recalled the hazy and tender memories of his childhood, he couldn't help but feel a slight but deep bitterness in his heart.
It was more complicated than simple sadness. Rong Jing felt a little annoyed. He wondered why he didn't ask Xia Changsheng directly whether the person who took care of him and called him "Xiao Jing" that night was him.
He was also a little annoyed. After going down the mountain for several years, he never thought of going back to Tianyuan Sect.
Although Xia Changsheng was in good health, he was old after all. He should have gone back to visit more often...
The yellowed silk cloth was wrinkled by the slender white fingers.
Then the next second, Rong Jing recalled what he was holding in his hand, and subconsciously loosened his grip on the notebook.
The top of the head was kissed.
When Rong Jing came back to his senses, he noticed that Xie Xuanqing had half-leaned against the bookshelf following his movements, and his posture looked a little twisted.
His strong waist was bent backwards, and his feet were lightly supporting the bookshelf. Xie Xuanqing looked into Rong Jing's eyes, which had rarely dispersed the frost and snow, leaving only a little mist and rain, and smiled helplessly: "If you frown again, Sect Leader Xia will be worried."
He said this in a low voice, and his fingertips gently pressed between Rong Jing's eyebrows.
Rong Jing looked at him quietly for a while, then lowered her eyelashes and said "hmm" softly.
He had always been a very calm and indifferent person. The reason why his emotions were surging at this moment was only because he saw the handwritten letter left by an old friend and recalled his vague memories, feeling a little regretful and remorseful.
After Xie Xuanqing diverted his attention a little, Rong Jing quickly suppressed the thoughts in his heart.
After a pause, he grabbed the silk note and stood up from Xie Xuanqing.
The cool and silky silver-white long hair slipped out from between his fingers. Xie Xuanqing's eyes darkened slightly, but he still followed Rong Jing's movements and stood up straight.
I only read the first paragraph of the notebook.
Sect Leader Xia might have guessed at that time that his end was near. After greeting Rong Jing, he recorded the hexagram he had glimpsed from the hexagram.
There is a reason why the Heavenly Dao fears the Tianyuan Sect. This fear turns into vigilance in Rong Jing.
With the Zhoutian Gua, those with extraordinary talents can use it to calculate everything in the world, and naturally they can also predict the past and present.
But that's not the scariest thing about it.
Rong Jing once used Zhou Tian Gua to calculate the fate of the old dynasty and directly changed the dragon vein of a dynasty to a new master;
Xia Changsheng's talent is not as great as Rong Jing's, but as his life is coming to an end, the distance between him and life and death becomes increasingly blurred, making it easier for him to be touched by the cycle of heaven.
In addition, at that time, the entire Tianyuan Sect was protecting the hexagram for him, and countless spiritual powers surged. In just a moment, Xia Changsheng had a flash of inspiration and grasped the weak and tenacious line of cause and effect captured in the Zhoutian hexagram. Then, following this line, he directly calculated the future hundreds of years later!
Indeed, a few hundred years is too long, and it contains infinite variables that even the laws of nature cannot control and confirm one by one.
However, Xia Changsheng was not calculating the living beings hundreds of years later.
The thread of cause and effect that he relied on to unfold the Zhoutian hexagram only revolved around Rong Jing and Xie Xuanqing. The secrets of heaven that he glimpsed were only related to Rong Jing and Xie Xuanqing, and seemed a little vague.
But as the head of the Tianyuan Sect, Xia Changsheng might not be as talented as Rong Jing in metaphysics, but in terms of sophistication and experience, he is much deeper and more profound than Rong Jing.
In the hexagram he saw, Rong Jing and Xie Xuanqing finally met each other hundreds of years later. A faint aura of fate lingered around them, closely connecting these two people who should have been close friends.
When Xie Chong politely but persistently asked Xia Changsheng to come out of seclusion to resurrect Rong Jing, he knew that this man was a lunatic and knew about his deep, almost gloomy, possessive feelings for Rong Jing.
He is a founding emperor praised by all the people, and carries the destiny of being an emperor for ten generations. If he follows the path that Rong Jing has set for him, even without Rong Jing's help, he can still rely on his own destiny and merits to be king for generations, hold all the power in the world, and enjoy all the joys of the world.
He will have kind yet strict parents and elders, a gentle and virtuous wife, and sensible, obedient, smart and clever children.
His fate is a rare good fortune in the world. Countless people have accumulated merits for more than ten lifetimes, but it is difficult for them to take advantage of all the benefits of the world like him.
Such a fate would be a great temptation for any ordinary person, not to mention that Xie Chong himself had already experienced how powerful and arbitrary the emperor was, and experienced the countless benefits of being an emperor.
When Xia Changsheng heard the other party casually say that he had consulted ancient books and saw a celestial master offering to exchange his eternal merits and fate for a chance to defy the heavens, he knew -
He is crazy.
"The Tianyuan Sect has been silent for too long. Don't you think that Sect Leader Xia should let it show its might?" The emperor wearing a nine-layer crown stood on the top of the mountain, with a gentle, even bewitching smile on his stern face. "And... Sect Leader Xia should also want A Jing to come back to life, right?"
Although they knew that the other party just wanted to trick them onto the ship, Xia Changsheng and even the entire Tianyuan Sect were truly moved.
The idea of restoring the might of the Tianyuan Sect was not at all tempting to Xia Changsheng and the others.
But the four words "Resurrect Rong Jing" directly hit their soft spot.
The Tianyuan Sect has been secluded for many years. Although the people in the sect are indifferent when interacting with each other, deep down in their hearts they value each other's existence very much.
When Rong Jing was brought into Tianyuan Sect by Xia Changsheng, he was still a baby in swaddling clothes, a small ball curled up in thin cloth, fragile and soft.
For more than a decade, they almost watched Rong Jing grow up, watched how he grew from a dying baby the size of a palm to a well-behaved and quiet teenager, and watched how he transformed from a green boy to a young man.
When he followed the sect's hidden rules and went down the mountain to gain experience, Xia Changsheng, who specialized in divination, vaguely saw a calamity in him.
However, this calamity was caused by his overly outstanding talent, and the subsequent cause and effect were complicated and confusing. Even Xia Changsheng could not see the whole picture, let alone take action to directly resolve it for Rong Jing.
After tossing and turning, Xia Changsheng finally decided to teach Rong Jing the Zhoutian Gua that he had practiced.
His original intention was to let Rong Jing calculate his own calamity with the help of the Zhoutian Gua, but he did not expect that the technique he taught would become a factor in pushing Rong Jing into his fate.
Xia Changsheng was persuaded by Xie Chong, not only because of his love for his disciple, but also because he believed that the heavenly punishment that Rong Jing encountered this time had a lot to do with him.
The wind was howling violently on the top of the mountain, but Xie Chong stood in it, his expression did not change at all.
He looked at Xia Changsheng with a smile, his tone respectful but still a bit bewitching: "Master Xia, just take action. Even if you fail, I will only lose some merit and fate. If you succeed...A Jing can continue to live."
Xia Changsheng looked at him quietly.
Deep within those dark eyes, there flickered a frightening dark fire.
Xia Changsheng understood in an instant that if he and the Tianyuan Sect refused to come out, Xie Chong would never give up his plan.
What ten generations of imperial decree, what millions of people submitting to him, in his eyes, nothing compares to Rong Jing.
...Is this the attitude that a so-called close friend should have towards his or her close friend?
Sect Leader Xia was once blessed by heaven, and his life span is much longer than that of ordinary long-lived people.
During the years that he had been in charge of Tianyuan Sect, he had also seen romances between men.
But the secular perspective and pressure, the passage of time and love, those men break up and get back together again and again, but in the end, only a few can truly stay together for the rest of their lives.
The moment Xia Changsheng realized Xie Chong's thoughts, he subconsciously felt a sense of absurdity.
But if you think about it carefully, it doesn't seem that surprising.
Although Rong Jing's temperament was a bit cold, his appearance and cultivation were both top-notch. Xie Chong had been with him for many years, and with Rong Jing's help, he finally overthrew the old dynasty.
In his heart, Rong Jing has a special status, which is normal.
His mood became complicated for a moment. Xia Changsheng was not sure whether Xie Chong acted like this because he was not used to Rong Jing's disappearance, or whether he really had deep feelings for Rong Jing.
But after careful consideration, Xia Changsheng slowly opened his mouth and agreed to Xie Chong's request.
However, he and his fellow brothers in the sect thought that Xie Chong would have some thoughts of retreating as time went on. If that was true, they would have to make some other preparations.
But as the soul gathering formation gradually took shape, offering sacrifices to the heavens became inevitable, but Xie Chong's performance was much more enthusiastic than theirs.
He clearly had no talent for cultivation, but relying on his own intelligence, he managed to find out from countless metaphysical books some methods that the people of Tianyuan Sect needed right now, on how to condense a physical body for Rong Jing without harming innocent people.
That is the simple yet not simple word, "willpower".
It may be a little difficult for others, but for Xie Chong, the word "willpower" seems relatively simple.
The painful memories of the old dynasty were still there, and the people of the world naturally respected and admired Emperor Zhao, who saved them from dire straits.
Therefore, when Xie Chong promoted Rong Jing's name to the world, the obstacles he encountered were almost zero.
The power of wishes gathers together and condenses in the soul-nourishing tree.
Decades passed, and a familiar soul breath was taking shape. Rong Jing's soul finally recovered.
Little by little, Xie Chong carved the piece of soul-nourishing wood into the image of Rong Jing, with delicate and cold eyebrows and eyes, and thick and smooth long hair.
Countless wishes are condensed in the wooden statue, and the most central point is the wish belonging to the emperor of the world, which is condensed by Xie Chong with his remaining merits. It has a purer and more powerful power.
Xia Changsheng didn't expect that Xie Chong could really hold on until now.
He had no harem or concubines, and even the crown prince was adopted from a branch of the Xie family.
His previous disapproval was quietly erased by the other party's persistence for decades. In the end, Xia Changsheng almost acquiesced to his feelings for Rong Jing. When the other party tried to treat him as a junior, although he did not accept it, he no longer rejected it outright like he did at the beginning.
They maintained their cooperative attitude tacitly in this way until one day Rong Jing's soul finally escaped from the soul-nourishing tree and disappeared in Dazhao.
This is the cruelest part of the way of heaven.
He took away Xie Chong's fate and all his merits. Although he allowed Rong Jing to return to the world, he prevented them from meeting each other again.
Xia Changsheng only remembered that after Xie Chong learned that Rong Jing's aura had disappeared in the Da Zhao era, he sat in the Observatory Hall for a whole night.
Although he did not do anything out of the ordinary after that, Xia Changsheng felt that his soul seemed to have disappeared along with Rong Jing's soul.
Even though Xia Changsheng thought he cared a lot about Rong Jing, he seemed to be inferior to the other party.
It was also because of this trace of reluctance and sigh that when Xia Changsheng realized that his time was up, he relied on the power of the people of Tianyuan Sect and forcibly unfolded the complete Zhoutian Gua.
In addition to tracking the whereabouts of the Heavenly Master Yuan Xiu who framed Rong Jing, Xia Changsheng may also have the idea of predicting the future for Rong Jing and Xie Xuanqing.
A huge golden hexagram plate floated in the hall, with mountains, rivers, stars, sun and moon moving around.
Yuan Xiu's traces were very obvious at first, but the other party seemed to know Xia Changsheng's methods, and it was unknown what he did. The hexagram plate became blurred for a moment, and then the four pillars of Tai Chi supporting the entire Zhoutian hexagram began to shake vaguely.
Just when the hexagram plate was about to collapse, Xia Changsheng didn't know why, but subconsciously sent Rong Jing's fate into it as well.
The next second, the hexagram plate regained its stability.
An extremely thick but slightly illusory line of cause and effect swayed gently in the hexagram plate, with many tiny branches spreading out from it.
Xia Changsheng kept his mind focused and looked determinedly in the direction where the two people's auras intersected.
The obstruction of heaven was stopped, and finally an extremely strange hexagram evolved in the hexagram plate.
It was the first time that Xia Changsheng had seen such a hexagram.
There are clearly countless branches, but at the end, it seems as if it has finally reached a cycle. Yuan Xiu, who once put Rong Jing under heavenly punishment, and Rong Jing, who was framed by him, stood facing each other in one place.
Xia Changsheng didn't know the result of the battle, but in that instant, he saw Xie Chong, who had finally gotten his wish and stood beside Rong Jing again.
Even though the two of them did not have any intimate behavior at the time, Xia Changsheng still saw some clues from it.
As if aware of his prying eyes, the cold and handsome face that he was very familiar with and missed very much suddenly raised its head, and its amber eyes glanced at him lightly.
With a "crack", the huge golden hexagram plate finally couldn't hold up under the might of Heaven, it collapsed and shattered, disappearing in the hall.
The punishment from heaven for forcibly peeking into the future like this will naturally be severe.
Xia Changsheng was already at the end of his life, and he had spent a lot of energy on it, and the little time he had left was finally gone.
He recalled the hexagram he saw on the hexagram plate, took out a piece of silk, and calmly and carefully recorded it.
When Xie Chong and Rong Jing meet again, the contents of this note will come to light.
After doing all this, Xia Changsheng remembered what Xie Chong wanted, and finally said something to him hintingly.
——"Treat him well."
Although Xie Chong didn't know what Xia Changsheng saw in the hexagram at that time, just by hearing what Xia Changsheng said, he guessed something and new hope was born in his heart.
The entanglement of cause and effect is so terrifying. Xie Xuanqing's recovery of memory in this life is both accidental and inevitable.
…
The note was not long, and Xia Changsheng just briefly mentioned everything he had done to resurrect Rong Jing.
When mentioning the hexagram he saw at that time, Xia Changsheng's writing suddenly became detailed.
Yuan Xiu's talent is not as good as Rong Jing's, but his mind is far deeper and more vicious than Rong Jing's.
Back then, he lost most of his cultivation at the hands of the Tianyuan Sect. After hiding for hundreds of years, he faced Rong Jing again.
Although Xia Changsheng did not say it explicitly in the letter, his words showed that he was worried that Rong Jing was too upright and would be easily murdered by Yuan Xiu again.
So when mentioning the final confrontation between him and Yuan Xiu, Sect Leader Xia used great words to write down the characteristics of the confrontation site as he remembered it, as well as his analysis of Yuan Xiu's condition at the time.
——This just happened to solve the dilemma of Rong Jing and the others.
Ever since it allowed Yuan Xiu to escape by chance in the Lan family's secret realm last time, it seems to have been hiding itself with extreme caution.
During this period, the special department has been trying its best to investigate the metaphysical events that have occurred in China, but it cannot find any trace of it.
Even Rong Yu's appearance, amidst the weirdness, carried a hint of recklessness that was not quite consistent with Yuan Xiu's practice?
The things recorded in Xia Changsheng's notebook provided Rong Jing and others with a very specific direction.
At the very least... through this scroll of notes, they now know what Yuan Xiu's human body will look like now or in the near future.
Rong Jing carefully wrote down every key point and every word mentioned in the notes. When he saw the last word, which seemed to be the word "transformation" written casually by Xia Changsheng, he frowned slightly.
These two words are written separately and seem to have nothing to do with the matter of Yuan Xiu mentioned earlier.
But there were no other words following these two words, they just fell alone at the end of the notebook, as if deliberately reminding someone of something, or as if leaving a little hope.
His fingertips gently brushed over the two ink characters. Rong Jing put this doubt deep in his heart, then raised his head and glanced at Xie Xuanqing.
While he was looking at the notebook, Xie Xuanqing had been waiting silently beside him.
Seeing him looking up at him, Xie Xuan frowned slightly and asked in a low voice: "Sir?"
"Master, he..." Rong Jing didn't know why he subconsciously looked at Xie Xuanqing, but thinking of the contents of the note just now, he continued, "He mentioned Yuan Xiu's recent whereabouts in the note."
Xie Xuanqing had the memories of his previous life, and guessed that the contents of the note might be related to Yuan Xiu, but he did not expect that Xia Changsheng had actually calculated Yuan Xiu's whereabouts in this life.
Although it was not much, it was enough for Rong Jing and the others to find clues.
Thinking of the other party's figure that seemed to become even more old and withered after the divination, Xie Xuanqing sighed in his heart and said, "Then we will send a copy of the matter about Yuan Xiu mentioned in the note to Captain Zhou later."
"Um."
The Yuan Xiu that Xia Changsheng saw was in human form, but in the battle in the Lan family secret realm, Rong Jing and Xie Xuanqing directly destroyed most of his cultivation. If he wanted to recover to his peak state, or even cultivate into a human form, it would take some time even if his talent was comparable to Rong Jing.
Until they find each other's trace, they can only increase their vigilance.
If it really comes to a last resort... even if it means going against the will of heaven again, Rong Jing will forcibly open the Zhoutian Gua and deduce Yuan Xiu's whereabouts.
Rong Jing pursed his lips, put away the thin yellowed silk, and then carefully put it back into the sandalwood box.
He lightly touched it with his fingertips, and with the guidance of Rong Jing's spiritual power, the restrictions on it were activated again in an instant, covering the sandalwood box.
Xie Xuanqing watched his movements quietly.
It was not until he saw him raise his hand to fasten the lock of the sandalwood box again that Xie Xuanqing asked, "Did you go upstairs, sir?"
Rong Jing came back to his senses, glanced at him indifferently, and then said "hmm" softly.
The library, which was filled with many historical memories, was closed again.
Rong Jing took the sandalwood box containing the notebook in his hand, and together with Xie Xuanqing, took the elevator back to the lobby of the Xie family's old house.
They stayed in the library for some time. Uncle Xie stood not far from the elevator exit. He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the elevator indicator screen finally changed.
"Master, Mr. Rong."
The sandalwood box in Rong Jing's hand was very obvious. As an old man who had stayed in the Xie family's old house for nearly decades, Uncle Xie could naturally recognize that the box was the wooden box mentioned in the Xie family's ancestral precepts, which contained an extremely important handwritten letter.
In order to prevent future generations of the Xie family from opening the box at will and to prevent the contents of the handwriting from being leaked in advance, Xia Changsheng set up many powerful restrictions on it.
Uncle Xie had heard that a hundred years ago, a descendant of the Xie family ignored advice and wanted to open the box out of curiosity.
But before he could lift the lock of the box, a force of resistance from the sandalwood box directly knocked him away.
In the end, although the descendant was not in danger of death, he hit the wall when he flew out, injured his bones, and had to lie in bed for a long time.
From then on, no member of the Xie family dared to touch the wooden box casually.
But at this moment, the wooden box, which was so strict for the descendants of Xie family, was lying very obediently in Rong Jing's hands, and there was no sign of the extremely powerful restriction of resistance on it.
Uncle Xie just glanced at it and then looked away.
He greeted her politely, and then, as if he hadn't noticed the sandalwood box in Rong Jing's hand, he changed the subject very tacitly: "It's getting late, should we ask the kitchen to prepare dinner?"
But he said this to Xie Xuanqing.
Xie Xuanqing raised his eyes to take a look at the sky outside. It was indeed getting dark. The faint starlight hung sparsely on the sky, with a hint of loneliness.
Rong Jing still held the sandalwood box in his hand. Thinking of the situation when the other party first saw the note, Xie Xuan's eyebrows moved slightly, but he nodded and said, "Get ready. By the way, clean up the guest room next to my room."
When Rong Jing heard his answer, he couldn't help but frown.
However, before he could speak, Uncle Xie replied with a serious face: "Okay, Patriarch."
The ingredients have already been prepared in the kitchen, and as for the guest room... the servants in the house are very diligent, so it is not difficult to clean it up.
However, the owner of the house valued Mr. Rong very much, so after giving instructions to the kitchen, he went to supervise the servants to clean up personally.
Thinking of this, Uncle Xie quickly moved.
Rong Jing: “…”
Just when he was about to call Uncle Xie, Xie Xuanqing whispered in his ear, "Sir, it's a bit far away, and it's getting late. It will take another hour or two to go back. Sir, stay here for one night. I'll take you back tomorrow."
"Okay?" He looked at Rong Jing and asked in a low voice, his deep eyes reflecting Rong Jing's figure.
Uncle Xie had already hurriedly given instructions to the kitchen and asked the servants to clean the guest rooms. Rong Jing met Xie Xuanqing's gaze, blinked his amber eyes slightly, and finally said "hmm".
There weren't many chefs in the Xie family's old house, but there were quite a few. Usually, Xie Xuanqing was the only owner at home for meals, so even if the kitchen wanted to cook something fancy, it would be difficult to do so.
But at this moment, the head of the family brought his "friend" back for dinner, and the chef in charge was the same one who had stewed chicken soup for Xie Xuanqing and brought it to Rong Jing. When he heard Uncle Xie's instructions, he had a clear idea in his mind, and he was very careful in the preparation and arrangement of the dishes.
While preparing dinner in the kitchen, Rong Jing no longer worried about staying overnight. Sitting on the sofa, he sent a message to Zhou Songyun.
Zhou Songyun: Is this the hexagram left by the head of Tianyuan Sect? !
Zhou Songyun: OK, I understand.
Zhou Songyun: Sorry to trouble Master Rong.
Rong Jing read the other party's reply and replied very briefly.
Rong Jing: Yeah.
While replying to Zhou Songyun's message, Rong Jing looked at the sandalwood box again.
The patterns on it had long been eroded by hundreds of years and had become old and dull, but the aura of the former Xia Changsheng and the former people of the Tianyuan Sect lingering on it added a bit of warm glow to it.
Rong Jing gently rubbed his fingertips across it, and for a moment he felt... it seemed like it would be nice to stay with Xie Xuanqing for one night.
He was indeed a little tired.
Under the direction of the Xie family chef, a rich but not overly grand dinner was soon served on the table.
The can of chicken soup placed in the center has a rich and fresh flavor, and you can faintly taste the rich aroma of seafood.
Rong Jing just lowered his head and took a sip, and he could taste the flavor of the dried goods inside.
Xie Xuanqing saw that he took a sip of soup and then stopped moving. He raised his eyes and asked, "Sir?"
Rong Jing came back to his senses after hearing the voice and looked over quietly.
"Is it not to your taste?" Xie Xuanqing lowered his head and tasted the chicken soup in the bowl. Then, as if he remembered something, a smile appeared on his lips. "I remember that the gentleman clearly liked this taste very much before."
At that time, Rong Jing agreed to give it a try just after drinking the can of chicken soup he brought. For a moment, Mr. Xie almost wondered if his husband agreed just for the can of chicken soup.
However, this thought was only fleeting. When Xie Xuanqing thought about it now, he had the urge to tease Rong Jing.
He lowered his eyes and whispered, "I almost thought that Mr. actually agreed to give it a try just for the can of chicken soup."
Rong Jing: “…”
His tone was very low, his eyebrows were slightly drooped, and he always looked pitiful.
But Master Rong Tian just couldn't stand it. After frowning, he still answered very seriously: "No."
He is not the kind of person who would easily make a promise at the cost of himself just to satisfy his appetite.
He was so serious that Patriarch Xie felt a little embarrassed.
Xie Xuan lowered his head and took another sip of soup, then smiled and said, "Well, I also think that you are not that kind of person."
Rong Jing looked at him for two seconds, then finally lowered his head and took another sip of the chicken soup specially prepared by the chef.
After dinner, Xie Xuan waved his hand and told Uncle Xie and the others to go and rest first, while he personally took Rong Jing upstairs.
There are many rooms in the Xie family's old house. Xie Xuanqing's room is on the fifth floor, serving as the master's bedroom.
Since he had previously said that he would clean up the guest room next to his own, Uncle Xie would naturally not go against his will.
The elevator door slowly opened, and my shoes made no sound as they stepped on the thick wool carpet.
The Xie family's old house is elegant and luxurious, yet also low-key and quiet.
They were the only ones walking in the corridor on the entire floor, and the copper wall lamps were emitting a dim light.
A light "click" sound broke the quiet atmosphere in the corridor.
Xie Xuanqing brought Rong Jing to the room next to his, glanced around the room, and then said, "If there is anything you need, just tell me directly later, sir."
Having said this, he stepped back and motioned Rong Jing to go in and take a look.
It must be said that Uncle Xie is worthy of being a person who has stayed in the Xie family's old house for more than ten years. During this time, he has actually tidied up the entire guest room and made it look brand new.
A clean and fluffy quilt was pressed on top of brand new sheets, and a few pieces of home clothes that looked a little large but were of very good quality and new were neatly folded on top.
All toiletries were provided, including two small rubber bands that Rong Jing might need for tying her hair.
Rong Jing's fingertips lightly touched the small rubber bands, then he picked up one of them and tied his hair up casually.
The clothes prepared on the bed were also very complete. Rong Jing took a look at them, then took them to the bathroom and took a shower.
The light scent of the shower gel seems to have a soothing effect on the nerves.
But when Rong Jing thought about what he saw in the notebook today, he couldn't help but frowned slightly.
After taking a shower, he sat back on the bed. He placed the sandalwood box on the bedside table, within reach.
In the quiet yet warm environment, Rong Jing's previously suppressed emotions seemed to have seen a crack and began to churn again.
If only he had paid a little more attention to Xia Changsheng's condition.
It would be better if he had a better attitude when interacting with his fellow disciples.
There are countless regrets between life, death and time, and even though Rong Jing has extremely high cultivation and is Master Rong who can change dragon veins, he cannot make up for it.
Reaching out for the sandalwood box, Rong Jing gently lifted the lock on it, took out the scroll and read it again.
"Xiao Jing, it's nice to meet you..."
The concern that was once hidden under the indifferent appearance overflowed on the letter. Rong Jing continued to look back and saw Xia Changsheng mentioned the sentence "Emperor Zhao has a request" in a simple and seemingly deliberate manner. His eyes paused on it for two seconds.
Although Xia Changsheng did not say it explicitly, the price required to resurrect those who were annihilated in the heavenly punishment is more than just a small amount!
Xie Xuanqing's tenth imperial destiny was directly reversed by the heaven in Xie Chong's life. If it weren't for his merits of saving the people in addition to his tenth imperial destiny, Xie Xuanqing's life would not be just a lonely fate, but he would suffer from loneliness and hardship.
Even in this life, Xie Xuanqing cannot be said to be happy.
When all his best relatives passed away, if Uncle Xie had not had a strong fate, given the cause and effect between him and Xie Xuanqing, he would have died young.
Fortunately, Uncle Xie’s fate is strong enough.
There was no one else around at this time, and Rong Jing recalled that the entire Xie family's old house was indeed too quiet.
The elegant and old furnishings carried traces of the old times. Just when he went upstairs, Rong Jing saw Xie Xuan leaning lightly against the wall. The dim light cast a halo under his feet, but it could not completely dispel the faint aura of loneliness on him, which was similar to that of the Xie family's old house.
This situation only lasted for a moment, and then quickly disappeared as Xie Xuanqing walked away.
At that time, Rong Jing just felt that it was a bit uncomfortable to put that feeling on Xie Xuanqing. When he thought about it now, he couldn't help but frown.
This was how Xie Chong ended up in the palace.
In this life, Xie Xuanqing also lives alone in this huge old Xie family house.
Rong Jing recalled that Xie Xuanqing had mentioned before, almost as if jokingly, that he hoped to see the roses blooming in the flowerbed outside with him, and his expression paused slightly.
Xie Chong in the past would not be so cautious. But what about the loneliness of two lives added to the present Xie Xuanqing?
How much of what he said was a joke, and how much was... a true desire?
"Don't worry, sir."
"...I can wait." When Xie Xuanqing said this, his expression could even be described as cheerful.
The smiling words fell into Rong Jing's ears, and instantly wiped away the confusion in his heart.
He just put this matter behind his mind at that time, but now thinking back, Rong Jing pursed his lips and thought of——
It seemed that Xie Xuanqing had indeed been waiting for him.
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