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The fortune teller with a young face was already under the light, and he could see the sun by following his line of sight.
Xie Fengxue said, "I guess you still have at least one regret left to witness His fall."
He turned his head away from the left quilt, neither sad nor happy.
"Two."
He didn't say what the other one was used for.
“So decisive”
"I should have died four thousand years ago," he said calmly, "If I can't kill Him, I must give way."
It's really cruel. Xie Fengxue laughed softly: "What can I do? I can't kill him."
What could be done? He was so powerful. The fate of the entire human race for tens of thousands of years was written by Him. It was only natural that mortals were powerless against Him.
"Then you make way too."
…
Tsk, that’s really cruel.
"I don't want to die." Xie Fengxue said with a smile, "I'm still young."
Zuo quilt:......
I don't know how many thousands of years this old guy told me this
Xie Fengxue saw what he was thinking and explained seriously, "Seriously, I'm over 1,200 years old now."
At this age, no matter if one is an immortal or in the tribulation period, one can indeed be considered young.
Zuo Qin actually felt a sense of absurdity that he was unable to refute.
Logically, he is indeed this age.
but……
Is that how it's calculated?
He has looked back on the past so many times, and it can be said that all the old things in Cang Xuan are not as old as him.
Zuo Qin raised his eyebrows, "Logically, I'm still sixteen this year."
Xie Fengxue: ...
He decided not to argue about this issue with Zuo Qin.
"You came to see me specifically to say goodbye to me."
Zuo Qin replied, "Yes."
What if the Zen master and Bie Jingchun died before him? He said goodbye to Qian Xiangyi, Ah Dadao, and Changxia.
There is no reason to miss Xie Fengxue.
Xie Fengxue was stunned for a moment, then said, "I'm sorry to have made you worry."
In front of Zuo Qin, he couldn't pretend to be mysterious. Even if thousands or tens of thousands of years had passed, in Zuo Qin's eyes, he was just the child watching the stars on Cangfeng Mountain.
He learned the art of divination from Zuo Qin, so he could not hide what he was going to do from Zuo Qin's eyes.
"Oh."
Don't worry, you still did it.
But this apology, which was not very sincere, made him feel a little better.
Zuo Qin looked at him and suddenly felt that although Xie Fengxue had learned all the bad habits of him and Bie Jingchun, being arrogant, conceited, stubborn and stubborn, he also had some inexplicable spirit of sacrifice.
But there is one thing he does better than them.
He has a mouth, can speak, and can apologize.
In fact, there is no reason why there are so many overnight hatreds between fathers and sons, masters and apprentices, and brothers and sisters. Sometimes right and wrong are not that important, and they can be said in a few words, but they have to be kept in a long circle to make people understand.
Why bother?
It's a pity that he was arrogant all his life and only understood this when he was dying.
A teacher is not a teacher, and a father is not a father.
"I know I'm sorry, then don't die."
He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. He had gone through so much trouble to come to this meeting, and it seemed like it was just for this one meeting.
The children who were under his protection during those years have grown up, and he can't explain anything to them.
Xie Fengxue seemed to be thinking about something and did not respond to him. The next moment, he suddenly raised his head and asked with a hint of feeling:
"That last regret...are you not going to use it?"
Keep a thought?
"You know, I can only walk in this 1,200 years of time, and I can't save you who died 4,000 years ago."
Those who play with time cannot transcend time. Xie Fengxue was speaking the truth. No matter how gifted he was, he could only repeatedly carve out patterns in the years he had actually lived.
No matter how much he played with time, he could not reach the four thousand years ago that Zuo Qin had traveled through.
His voice was slightly tired.
"Zuo Qin, even if I live a miserable life, what's wrong with that?"
Then there was silence between the two of them.
There was no more moment that made Xie Fengxue realize that the tens of thousands of years of walking alone had really left marks on him.
Putting aside the sudden realization, anger, fear, sadness and worry that should have been there, the only emotion he could express now was just this bit of tiredness.
Zuo Qin said: "'Father' needs a great figure, and your growth requires patricide."
Newborn chicks need the protection of their elders, but they cannot live under the protection of their elders forever.
"You've walked your own path. I have no intention of judging whether it's good or bad, nor do I want to interfere."
He paused and looked far to the north.
"But Xia Xia is different. She is Cang Xuan's banner. She doesn't need a 'Zuo Qin' and a 'Bie Jing Chun' to tell her what to do. Cang Xuan's future is hers. She will sow the seeds of karma and reap the fruits of her own suffering."
Zuo Qin spread his hands and said in a scoundrel-like manner: "There's nothing we can do about it."
Flag?
Xie Fengxue's eyes were deep, and he plucked his fingers casually, as if he was plucking the strings of fate.
"I told Xia Xia that I was a fortune teller and that I could change destiny by seeing the future, but that's not true."
Xie Fengxue raised his head, and after the radiant glow of the Heart Moon Fox faded away, his eyes were actually a very deep ink color, as dark as a starless and moonless winter night, and even the corner of his eye was filled with a hint of chill.
"Zuo Qin, the future is what I have seen recently, and what I have experienced."
The first time authority he obtained was the Jiang family secret technique in Jiang Su's hands. As long as he could pay the price, he could go back to the past.
He has experienced ups and downs in this cycle many times.
Tiandao is a good writer. The stories he writes are vivid, tortuous, and adaptable.
During those years when he walked alone, Xie Fengxue saw time and again that He only needed to gently play with the chess pieces in His hand, and the fate of millions of people would be changed accordingly.
He always watched with cold eyes. Under the arrangement of fate, in reincarnation again and again, one person after another became the "protagonist" of the story.
I saw him build a tall building, I saw him entertain guests, and I saw his building collapse.
Except for the long summer.
His junior sister, the girl he cherished most, was crushed again and again in the rolling wheel of the grand epic, like a tiny speck of dust.
How can that be?
He carried her from the foot of Cangfeng Mountain to the top, shared the wind and snow with her, and walked through this world with her, not to raise her to be a stepping stone for others.
God owed her three points of luck, so he wanted to make up for the other nine points for her.
"For you, the future may just be a glimpse, a fleeting dream, but for me, it's not. She died in front of me time and time again, and I remember it all. I must get back what everyone owes her."
No matter how strong the spirit is, it cannot withstand the erosion of time. He is an immortal, but his spirit has long been decayed.
What supports him is just this obsession.
This was the last life he had created with all his heart and soul. He did something as despicable as the way of heaven, manipulating fate and gathering all the sons of destiny around Changxia.
Feelings can connect to destiny, and then these feelings were completely exploited by Xie Fengxue.
Before the missions of these "protagonists" were completed, Heaven had always been generous to those He had chosen. Xie Fengxue sneered at Him and said, "I am a rat that steals luck, a scum that sucks the marrow out of the bones, but are you willing to give up?"
Are you willing to give up the script for this little change?
Besides—
So what if I'm willing to give it up?
It's just starting over.
Xie Fengxue seemed to have thought of something very funny. He began to laugh softly, and then his laughter grew louder and louder. Until he was doubled over with laughter, he covered his stomach and looked up at Zuo Qin, tears of laughter welling up in the corners of his eyes.
"Zuo Qin, did you know that you also killed her?"
He has reincarnated countless times, and people around him have come and gone, but only Zuo Qin and Bie Jingchun would always stay close to him and Changxia.
Their master and father will always be with them no matter how many times time passes.
But ah——
Zuo Shanzhu is rational and calm, Zuo Shanzhu is devoted to his work, and Zuo Shanzhu is bright and great.
He is moody, mean and unfeeling, but he will really make some necessary sacrifices for the so-called "big picture".
There is nothing wrong with this.
After all, he would even use his own life as a bargaining chip to fight for that glimmer of hope.
Just like Zuo Qin said, what can we do?
But he didn't accept it.
It is difficult to defy fate, but it is not impossible to defy it. This group of people has been on the road of fighting against fate.
Zuo Qin was so smart that he figured out the whole thing in no time.
He would do such a thing, but the situation would have been as bad as it could be. If there was any other way, he would not allow Changxia to die.
He sighed, "Anyone in this world can die."
Why can’t Changxia do that?
Xie Fengxue said: "She is the only one who cannot die in my life."
Zuo Qin looked at him with a very complicated expression. He thought that among the children he taught, Song Jia was the most extreme one, but he didn't expect that Xie Fengxue was even more extreme.
This doesn't make sense.
Zuo Qin sneered: "Your long summer cannot die, but other people's short summer should die."
Xie Fengxue said calmly: "Then why is it my long summer that died, and not someone else's short summer?"
He looked at the little bit of sunlight that shone through the layers of trees.
"He was unfair to my long summer, so I spent half my life planning to destroy him. If I am unfair to others' short summer, naturally someone will come to oppose me."
He smiled at Zuo Qin: "Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor, it's fair, isn't it?"
This is really fair, so fair that Zuo Qin could hardly help but applaud him.
Why do I have to face such a terrible thing after I die?
Xie Fengxue straightened his sleeves and bowed to the left quilt.
"Father, since you've chosen this path, then you can just watch from here. The so-called Cangxuan Banner is too grand, and I'm afraid my junior sister can't handle it."
Perhaps if he reincarnates a hundred times, there will always be a time when God will see Changxia and turn her into a "protagonist" with smooth sailing.
But Xie Fengxue couldn't wait, nor did he want to wait.
Why should the fate of his junior sister, whom he had gone to great lengths to snatch back from the script written by Heaven, be written by someone else?
No one can control the fate of Changxia.
Including Zuo Qin, the way of heaven, and himself.
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