Cangshan Mountain
Jiang Su stood on the roof of the pavilion of Buping Pavilion. His master used to like standing here, and now it was his turn.
Under the pavilion, Ding Yan, a disciple of Sanchi Dao, was reporting some matters of the sect. Sanchi Dao was currently in a turbulent period, and many matters required him to make decisions.
Jiang Su was listening attentively when he saw a kingfisher flapping its wings at the foot of the mountain, bringing with it a gust of wind.
Changxia and the others left.
"Sword Master" Ding Yan followed his gaze and saw only a cloud of dust blown up by the wind.
"Aren't you going to say goodbye?"
This statement was a bit over the line, but he was also Pei Xilai's senior brother who had watched him grow up.
He is the disciple of the great elder of Sanchi Dao, and is also the oldest of this generation. He is responsible for all the affairs of this generation of Sanchi Dao.
When Pei Miaoyi was away, it was Ding Yan who raised Pei Xilai.
His own junior fellow apprentice Lian Cheng was a quirky person who spent his days sleeping with prostitutes and could only return to the mountain a few times a year. In comparison, Pei Xilai, who had a pure heart, had a deeper relationship with him.
He threw the complicated files aside and said to Jiang Su, "They are the first friends you made outside, aren't they?"
Jiang Su pursed his lips and said nothing.
After a long while, when the kingfisher's tail feathers were no longer visible, he said, "The person they knew was Pei Xilai."
Ding Yan said, "When you first came, you forgot everything. You're so big, but you have the soul of a child."
He gestured a little and started laughing.
"Master said you are my junior brother, so you will always be my junior brother."
"Whether you're called Jiang Su or Pei Xilai, whether you're the Sword Master or not, you're still my Junior Brother."
He looked towards the north where the kingfisher was flying. His junior fellow apprentice was so slow to understand the ways of the world that even now, standing on the top of a mountain, he still didn't understand how lonely it was.
“Making friends is a rare thing, so it is natural to cherish them.”
Jiang Su looked at him, almost opening his mouth, but finally said, "Next time."
His past is so complicated that he himself has not yet sorted it out.
"The one they know is Pei Xilai. I haven't figured out how to introduce Jiang Su to them yet."
——
"In ancient times, witch doctors were the same. Even standard medicine wasn't yet established. Sickness meant praying to the heavens, hoping that a shower of rain would clear the illness. The witch doctor's technique of that time was called 'Zhuyou.'"
After sending Lianhua and Ayang back to Ruomu Valley, on the way back to Cangfeng Mountain, Changxia explained to Libai in a casual manner.
Li Bai had heard Changxia calling the old man's name.
"Zhu You"
"He is not. He is a sacrificial vessel, a sacrifice to God."
Chang Xia seemed to have thought of something funny and suddenly smiled, "I don't really want to sacrifice myself."
Li Bai wondered, "Can porcelain be sacrificed?"
Xie Fengxue had learned a lot of different things, and she picked and chose what she told Li Bai. She had also learned a lot of different things.
Among these "very miscellaneous" things are the ancient sacrificial rituals.
The pure color is the sacrifice, the whole body is the offering, and God wants to be pleased with flesh and blood.
That day, the old man cracked in front of her, and she vaguely guessed that the old man's true form should be a porcelain lamp.
Chang Xia said: "It's just a joke, no one should take it seriously."
Zhuyou's existence is a way of appeasing both the heavens and the common people. It's as if everyone knows this ritual doesn't count, yet they all acquiesce in it.
Chang Xia smiled and said to Li Bai: "Do you feel that this world is confusing?"
Li Bai shook her head and said pretentiously, "But life must go on."
Chang Xia knocked her head and said, "You are such a little kid, but you are so smart."
After sending Li Bai to her cabin, Chang Xia walked up to the top of the mountain step by step.
In fact, she had walked this road countless times. In the past, many people had accompanied her on this road, laughing and joking, and she didn't feel how high the mountain was or how cold the snow was.
Now it was her turn to go alone, and she felt that this Cangfeng Mountain was indeed a bit desolate.
The wind blew up the snowflakes, and the originally blue sky was covered with a gray color.
Changxia walked in the wind and snow, leaving a series of footprints on the snow.
The candlelight on the top of the mountain was dim, but still lit.
Changxia went to Xie Fengxue's house first. He seemed to be in a hurry and didn't even have time to put away the star map. The unparalleled treasure in the world was spread out on the dome of his wooden building.
Changxia took off his shoes and socks, and lay down on Xie Fengxue's bed with his clothes on, resting his head on the pillow he had used before, and surrounded by the cool pear scent he had experienced before.
Changxia looked at the star map and felt very strange. Xie Fengxue had been here for hundreds of years, but she had never looked at it carefully once.
"Yu Heng... Tian Ji... Tan Lang..."
She could recognize a few stars and pointed at them one by one.
By the end, she found that she understood even more than she had imagined, and she could recognize all twenty-eight constellations.
The subtle influence of Xie Fengxue and Zuo Qin on her was deeper than she had imagined.
Outside the window is a huge old sycamore tree. Bie Jingchun likes to pluck its leaves, but he is always worried that he will accidentally pluck all the leaves out of the tree, so he always plucks the leaves during the day and injects spiritual power into the tree at night to stimulate new buds.
I don't know where this strange habit comes from.
There is a table under the paulownia tree. Because the sword energy on the top of Cangfeng Mountain is so strong, the master specially cut down Fusang wood from the east to make it. They used to drink, eat hot pot and play mahjong there.
Snow has accumulated on the table.
No one has been back here for a long time.
This is her home, where she has lived for thousands of years.
Changxia waved her hand, and a green sycamore leaf fell into her palm.
She covered her eyes with the leaves and clasped her hands together before her chest.
She closed her eyes and inhaled the cool fragrance of pear blossoms in the room.
Her dream was taken away by Zuo Qin, and she would not have any good dreams tonight.
——
Shen Siyan was the first to know that Changxia had returned.
He is the head of the Privy Council. Even if people are wary of him because of his status, these little things can never be hidden from him.
The next Demon King, who has been in office for many years, is now leisurely lying on a rocking chair in the most central pavilion of the largest and most prestigious sect in the North. In front of him is a huge light curtain, and inside the light curtain, a group of demons are kneeling in a black mass.
"I said I won't go back." He grabbed a plum and put it in his mouth. "Do you have such fresh plums there?"
A deer-horned demon walked forward expressionlessly and took out a seed from his sleeve pocket. Green spiritual energy lingered around the seed, and in just a few breaths, the seed took root, sprouted, and grew.
In just a blink of an eye, the seed turned into a dark tree, covered with lush and juicy plums.
The deer-horned demon bowed respectfully and said, "Excuse me for your humble performance."
After a while, he added, "If Your Majesty wants, we have peaches, plums, and oranges."
Shen Siyan: ...
How could I forget that these herbivorous monsters can easily defeat wood-walking magic?
"Then I won't go back."
Shen Siyan jumped down from the rocking chair and said, "Since the great changes in the world that you predicted will happen when Zhongtian Ziwei returns to his position, then we should wait until Zhongtian Ziwei returns to his position."
His brows were cold, and a hint of irritation and impatience gave him a bit of the majesty of an emperor.
"Until then, leave me alone."
The monsters in Chi Zhouhai looked at the shattered light curtain and looked at each other in bewilderment.
The deer-horned demon who had previously urged the new buds to sprout was the calmest one. He even had the mind to pick a plum that he had planted himself.
He took a bite and his eyebrows knitted together.
"Too sour!"
The feathered demon beside him looked at him disapprovingly: "Qingya!"
The deer-horned demon named Qingya laughed, "Baihe, why are you in such a hurry?"
Bai He said: "Your Majesty is like this..."
"Didn't he say that he could endure it for thousands of years before Zhongtian Ziwei returned to his position? How come he couldn't endure it after just over a decade?"
"But!"
Qingya waved his sleeves and put the plum tree away. It would be fine to give his own things to the Demon King, but he couldn't let others take advantage of them.
He turned around and walked out of the temple door with a swagger.
"No buts."
He said very quietly, not knowing to whom he was speaking: "He said 'come back'."
After dealing with Chi Zhouhai's monster, Chen Siyan was thinking about whether to go find Changxia.
If I go find her now, she'll probably beat me out.
Although he is thick-skinned and strong, even Pei Jianshu cannot defeat Chang Xia now. He might be beheaded if he goes there.
But knowing that Changxia is coming back, I feel a little itchy if I don’t do anything.
After thinking it over again and again, Shen Siyan took out a kite and sent a message to his master.
"Last time you said you had something to tell the new number one in the world."
The other side quickly replied: "She is the best in the world at explaining anything. She should be the one explaining it to me!"
Shen Siyan said again: "Then when you go to listen to her instructions, I will go and listen too."
Qian Xiangyi: ...
Who could he possibly hide his apprentice's little thoughts from? He had been such a romantic man his whole life, how could he have raised someone as sentimental as Shen Siyan?
"Tomorrow, tomorrow will do."
"Not tomorrow." Shen Siyan typed word by word, "Let her rest for a while."
He placed the kite on the table. It made a ticking sound. It must be his master swearing at him, but Shen Siyan ignored it.
Among the pavilions on the clouds, only the main pavilion is slightly higher than Cangfeng Mountain. If he wants to see the wind and snow on Cangfeng Mountain from where he lives, he can only look up.
In those years that no one knew about, he had actually been looking around for many years.
The first of the six supernatural powers of Buddhism was the divine eye. The monks in Xiaoling Mountain practiced this scripture to gain a clear mind, but he, who was practicing on his own, did not pursue his studies properly.
He used it to look at the distant mountains and the girl in the mountains who loved to wear yellow clothes.
The girl practiced swordplay in the mountains all day long. The sword light was like a rainbow, and he could never forget it.
After the kite stopped making noise, Shen Siyan turned it over, ignoring the obscene curse words. Shen Siyan sent a letter to Qian Xiangyi: "Master, from now on, the Privy Council will be handed over to my junior brothers and sisters."
Qian Xiangyi, who was lying down and eating snacks in the Human Emperor Palace in the East Territory, suddenly sat up.
The usually gentle round face suddenly became serious.
He was about to reply when he saw another barrage of messages from Shen Siyan.
"It's been thousands of years. I've gained enough popularity. A few years won't be enough..."
“She suffered so much.”
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