A promise
Do you want to kill Zuo Qin?
Changxia had thought about it.
He merged with the eyes in the sky and turned from her most beloved father into the thing she hated the most.
When she was most murderous, she also thought about dying together.
Then forget it.
She didn't want to die like this.
I don’t want Zuo Qin to die like this.
But if you have to choose one, it is better to die on the left side of the bed.
At this moment, Changxia and Xie Fengxue were sitting on both sides of the table. They were brewing her bag of old tea. Xie Fengxue disliked the old tea because it was too hard to drink, so she only brewed it bit by bit, and she hadn't finished it yet.
In fact, in the past two years, she has locked Xie Fengxue here and also locked herself here.
Chu Xian still came every day. That's how stubborn children are. They couldn't understand the unfinished words hidden behind the twists and turns of smart people, or perhaps he didn't want to understand.
He still stubbornly asked every day where his junior sister was, imagining that she would come back on a sunny day.
Changxia felt like he was walking from one box into another.
This year is the 91,632nd year of the Human Emperor Calendar.
There are still eight years before Zhongtian Ziwei returns to her place.
Changxia and Xie Fengxue were at the top of Zangfeng Mountain, brewing tea and appreciating the snow, doing nothing.
They had exchanged words countless times in the past two years, but they were still unable to find out the other party's final trump card.
Xie Fengxue knew that Changxia wanted to use the power of Caishou to destroy the fairy world and the way of heaven. Changxia also knew that Xie Fengxue was ready to reverse time and space again.
But—and then?
Even if the immortal world is destroyed, the six paths still exist. One day there will be a new immortal world. After the restart of time and space, it will just be another injustice between heaven and earth. In fact, neither of them cares much about whether the new Cang Xuan will repeat the same mistakes tens of thousands of years later.
That's too long ago.
The change of dynasties and the rise and fall of families are common in the human world. Even the Ji family, which was blessed by heaven, declined after its peak.
Changxia and Xie Fengxue both knew that no one could escape reincarnation.
But that was tens of thousands of years later, and by then there would be new heroes.
What they care about is what will happen to the other party after Changxia destroys the immortal path and Xie Fengxue restarts time and space.
Will Chang Xia's soul be annihilated? Will Xie Fengxue be trapped in the turbulence of time and space and gradually decay?
For a moment, Chang Xia actually thought that it would be better to take Xie Fengxue with him before he died.
Her senior brother would probably be happy.
But it was only for a moment.
She was not happy.
She hoped that her senior brother would live well and not be trapped in the cage called the fairyland where he didn't even have new clothes.
Changxia looked at Xie Fengxue who was sitting opposite her and sighed.
"Senior Brother."
Xie Fengxue also pretended to sigh deeply and said in a long tone, "Junior Sister."
Chang Xia laughed: "I am not your junior sister. Your junior sister has already been pissed off by you."
Xie Fengxue spread his hands helplessly.
Why did the junior sister get so angry that she died? Because the senior brother wanted to die.
Why does the senior brother want to die? Because the junior sister wants to die before him.
The two of them seemed like a pair of cliff jumpers who kept putting themselves behind each other, always hoping to use themselves to exchange for the other's chance of survival.
Changxia suddenly thought of Song Jia, the loser whom she envied and was jealous of.
When she came to Yunting, Song Jia had already rebelled and fled. She had never seen the "well-behaved and obedient" Ah Da described by Zuo Qin in just a few words.
When she saw him, he had already become a humble and mean person, two-faced, sweet-mouthed but treacherous, and completely devoid of dignity.
He had sold her information about the monsters in Chi Zhouhai the day before, but stabbed her in the back when she killed all the monsters.
Changxia knew that the magic path could not be trusted, and she also knew that this demon with white beard and hair was trying to kill someone with a borrowed knife, but she didn't expect that this person would turn against her so quickly.
Then when her sword was at his neck, he was just as quick to kneel down and beg for mercy.
As a genius swordsman who builds his foundation, fights against the Golden Core, fights against the Nascent Soul from the Golden Core, and fights across borders as if it were eating and drinking water, Changxia has been tough since she was a child. She has never seen such a spineless person.
Oh no, demon.
Later, when she found out that he was Zuo Qin's beloved disciple, she looked down on Song Jia even more.
She had always firmly believed that there were always things in this world that were more important than life.
But now her senior brother is right in front of her. He has lost all the talents and abilities he was proud of. He has reincarnated thousands of times in time and space. The bright and clear sky has turned into conspiracy and intrigue. He is indifferent to everything, treating all living beings in the world as chess pieces, and manipulating fate from a high position.
After tens of thousands of years, her senior brother was washed away into a new heaven.
It's just fate, and it was clearly the thing they hated most in their youth.
Later, Xie Fengxue seemed like the almighty destiny that manipulated people's fate.
He knows he is wrong but refuses to change and feels no guilt.
Like a walking corpse driven only to accomplish one goal.
He was still talking to her and smiling at her, but his eyes were tired and rotten, as if they would shatter at the slightest touch.
If it were her, she might think that it would be better to just die.
But when that was her senior brother, she suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with living a miserable life like Song Jia.
So she hid Xie Fengxue.
She wanted Xie Fengxue to be alive.
She hopes Xie Fengxue is alive.
She prayed that Xie Fengxue could live.
Just like during the tens of thousands of years that belonged to Xie Fengxue alone, he wanted, hoped, and prayed that Changxia could be alive.
anyway.
Finally, they returned to the secret realm of that year. Xie Fengxue also chose the 80% who were still alive, but this time, she did not choose the 50% that were still alive.
You will learn your lesson after suffering a loss once.
This time, she would choose the one with a 100% chance that Xie Fengxue could survive.
——
The Six Paths of Reincarnation Monument is deep in the fairyland.
The artifact has a spirit, and this is the place it chose itself.
After ascending to immortality for thousands of years, Yixiangjun has never been here.
Maybe it was out of guilt—he was responsible for the collapse of the Ghost Path.
That was a long, long time ago. Life after becoming an immortal was as peaceful as water. Whether as a human or an immortal, life became boring, and the high spirits of the past would be dug up and swept away.
It’s always new when you read it often.
Finally, let this time last for thousands of years and cannot be worn away.
But he couldn't touch it either.
Because it has long become a memory.
Yixiangjun's spiritual sense swept around the Six Paths of Reincarnation Monument and he felt that Xie Fengxue must be sick to believe his lies.
Got to see old friends.
What the hell...
"Xu Xike! Why are you here just now?"
Yixiangjun's body stiffened instantly, and she turned around in disbelief, like a puppet.
…
!
It's really weird!
——
"I have a big plan."
Xu Xike pointed at the map.
"You see, the formations on the two peaks of Sheshan are incompatible with each other."
Hua Chonglou opened his eyelids.
"So there will be a rift between the two peaks."
Feng Ruoshui continued, "This is what the immortals cannot see."
Jiang Zhong slammed his hands on the table.
"Get started!"
This is a great opportunity to spy on the immortal.
"Since we can't beat that sword madman Yun Ting anyway, we might as well do something else."
In the past few hundred years, they have lost more than they have won against Yunting, Cangfengshan and He Loulan on the Tianji List.
Xu Xike rolled his eyes twice and suddenly had a brilliant idea.
"What do you think? Should we just get He Loulan to join us?"
The more he thought about it, the more he thought it would work.
"The key is to recruit her and bring that charlatan Chunyu Bai with him!"
Chunyu Bai of Morning Star Mountain is a rare genius in divination and formation. The current master of Morning Star Mountain even declared that Chunyu Bai, who is only over 300 years old, has already surpassed him in the field of magic.
With Chunyu Bai around, their trip to Sheshan will be much cheaper.
And perhaps He Loulan himself is the only one in the world who doesn't know that Chunyu Bai can only follow He Loulan in Cangfeng Mountain.
Hua Chonglou put away the map on the table and glanced at Xu Xike.
"Then go pull her."
Xu Xike: ...
He was afraid that if he approached that madman who only had swords in his eyes, the other person would think he was looking for a fight.
He glanced at Jiang Zhong and Feng Ruoshui, and the two of them followed suit, spreading their hands helplessly towards him.
Okay, I still have to figure it out myself.
After all, Xu Xike is such a shameless person that he would do such an outrageous thing as carrying his father's golden lantern around the city and then exchanging it for wine. Naturally, he is very shameless.
He followed He Loulan for three months. When the murderous intent in Chunyu Bai's eyes became more and more obvious and almost overflowed, He Loulan spoke to him for the first time.
“So why don’t you just ask me?”
ah
Do you have to be so direct?
He Loulan gripped the sword and whispered, "This is the trouble with getting along with smart people like you. You always beat around the bush and never say anything clearly."
Xu Xike lowered his head, his eyes on his nose, his nose on his heart. He always felt that He Loulan's words did not seem to be directed at him.
Fortunately, he was shameless enough and knew how to climb up the ladder, so he immediately changed his attitude and said, "We have a big plan and we need you. Do you want to come?"
He Loulan: "Not coming."
Xu Xike: ...
He Loulan: "What you lack is not me, but Abai. I can't make decisions for him."
After saying that, she pulled out the tassel from the hilt of her sword and handed it to Xu Xike, "But if you are in danger, I can save your lives."
Xu Xike was slightly stunned and felt very surprised. He suddenly understood what He Loulan meant.
She knew that this trip was dangerous. She was willing to take the risk herself, but she was unwilling to drag Chunyu Bai into it.
Chunyu Bai knew that she was in danger, so he would definitely follow her.
So He Loulan simply chose not to go.
He suddenly thought of the thing that everyone in the world knew - Chunyu Bai only knew how to follow He Loulan.
But in fact, if you think about it the other way around, these three hundred years were not only Chunyu Bai’s three hundred years, but also He Loulan’s three hundred years.
He bowed to He Loulan but did not accept the sword tassel.
"If I lose, I'm dead. If I gain, I'm lucky. If we encounter dangers we can't resolve, we have to accept our fate. Whether we die or not, it's the same thing. Ten thousand years later, we will have to go through the six realms of reincarnation."
He changed the subject and said, "I just want to ask you a favor."
Yixiangjun turned around and saw the old friends he had been thinking about day and night. They stood among thousands of souls, holding their hands and smiling at him.
I was overwhelmed with emotions.
At that time, he clearly saw that the proud phoenix was torn into thousands of pieces by the angry eyes of God, and the sun that illuminated only for her also fell.
He heard about the ending of Chunyu Bai and He Loulan from Xie Fengxue.
She died ten thousand years ago, which could even be considered a premature death.
If she could live longer, Jingchun's master would not be Chunyu Bai.
Because she left too early, and because of the commotion they made afterwards, even Yixiangjun herself didn't take her promise seriously.
But a gentleman’s promise is worth more than a thousand pieces of gold.
——
"Loulan Immortal, may I ask a favor of you?"
"explain."
"If my friends and I die, could you gather our souls together so we can be companions on our journey to the underworld? In the future, we can be reborn as like-minded friends."
"Can."
So how can He Loulan pick up the scattered soul fragments and piece them together?
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