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Lingyao and Changxia have been staying in Libai's courtyard these days. When she received the news from Chu Xian, Changxia's heart was also moved.
She said to Lingyao calmly, "I have something to do. You don't need to call me for dinner tonight."
Without waiting for Lingyao's answer, she flew out and disappeared in a few breaths.
She returned to the cabin on the top of the mountain.
The immortal in green robes and wide sleeves had already placed the low pot on the eaves and brewed some tea.
It was just like the day he left.
All the joy, panic and helplessness suddenly disappeared.
Changxia held the sword, leaned against the pillar and looked at him.
"I thought you would be afraid to see me."
Xie Fengxue poured a cup of tea and placed it on the other side of the table.
"I didn't dare to do that."
If Chu Xian was really used to sacrifice the Six Paths of Reincarnation today, he would indeed not dare to appear in front of Chang Xia.
His junior sister is still very ruthless when she is not recognizing her relatives.
Changxia walked over and sat opposite him.
She picked up the tea and drank it in one gulp as if it were wine.
They used to spend their time watching the snow under the eaves like this.
There was nothing special about those wasted days. To be honest, it was probably because the sunlight was still warm after the snow stopped.
But those mediocre days are gone.
Xie Fengxue rolled up his sleeves and poured her another glass.
"Why do you only have old tea?" He frowned. "It doesn't taste good."
How can this person be so confident in rummaging through her things?
Chang Xia sneered and said, "Just make do with it."
She looked at Xie Fengxue again. She was still wearing the same green clothes, as if nothing had changed.
"The world of immortal cultivation is such a poor tailor. You only make these few clothes over and over again."
Xie Fengxue said: "The immortal world doesn't make clothes. These are the ones I brought back and forth."
Chang Xia said: "It's even worse."
"What kind of fool would be so desperate as to become an immortal?"
"I think so."
The two looked at each other and suddenly laughed.
Chang Xia suddenly whispered, "If you're not doing well, tell me and I'll get you back."
"As for me, I have a small fortune now. Yunting, the Northern Territory, and the whole world all listen to me. I command a hundred people to respond, and I am so powerful that I can buy you new clothes every day."
Xie Fengxue smiled and said, "They're just like the playboys in Lingyao's storybooks, specializing in deceiving children from decent families."
Changxia thought, he really has no shame.
The wind and snow gradually died down and the sun began to come out.
The lazy sunlight cast even gentle shadows, making a fold at the corner and imprinting them on the wall. The light and shadow left the table that separated them on the ground, with only the shadows of two people close together.
Changxia lowered her head, so she couldn't see. In the mottled shadows of the wall, the proud immortal suddenly lowered his head, as if to kiss her eyes.
——
Xie Fengxue's coming and going were like a dream, without causing any waves.
Fortunately, Chu Xian finally gave up his plate and started eating normally. When Lingyao asked him about it, he said mysteriously that the secret of heaven could not be revealed.
After resting for two days in Cangfeng Mountain, Changxia became busy again. Zhongtian Ziwei was a sword hanging over Cangxuan's head, and the day of the decisive battle was really close to them.
The top leaders from the four regions gathered together to discuss countermeasures again and again.
As Cang Xuan's banner, Chang Xia mostly just watched and did not participate.
Everyone knows that what she says is final.
After listening to the argument all day, it seemed like nothing much was achieved. As they were leaving the council, Changxia suddenly called out to Qian Xiangyi.
This conference venue was built by Zuo Qin. You can communicate with your spiritual consciousness without leaving your home. It is convenient, easy to use and safe.
After all, no one could break Zuo Qin's formation.
Chang Xia suddenly said, "What exactly is it like to become an immortal?"
She is very straightforward. At this point, there is actually no need for any subtle hints.
Qian Xiangyi paused, turned around slowly, and smiled: "You ask me, I don't know."
Changxia: ...
She waved her hand to dispel Qian Xiangyi's consciousness, then pinched her eyebrows.
Although his tone was mean, since he said that, it meant that he really didn't know.
But not knowing doesn’t mean there are no guesses.
Zuo Qin and Bie Jingchun are gone. If you count carefully, there is no one in the world of immortal cultivation who is older than Qian Xiangyi. He is the person who has come into contact with the most immortals in the world of immortal cultivation, and he is also a smart person, so he must have some inferences.
Chang Xia couldn't tell for a moment whether their leader said nothing because he hated him too much, or because his inference was too subversive to his cognition and he didn't dare to say it.
The overall situation is more important, the overall situation is more important!
I believe the master is not that kind of person!
It would be nice if I could meet someone even older.
Just as he thought of this, Changxia was suddenly stunned and sat up straight.
It seems to be true.
Feng Yibai.
After Zuo Qin merged with the Cang Xuan Dragon Vein, she never passively fell into a dream again.
But her dream was still not returned.
She could break into the formation like she did before, but because of Zuo Qin, she subconsciously wouldn't do that.
The magic of time and space has always been a one-for-one curse. In the past, the price of entering a dream was the left quilt. Now that the left quilt is gone, what will the price be?
She doesn't know.
During those days of indecision, Changxia told herself that she didn't have another Zuoqin to lose, but at the same time she avoided dreams like a flood or a beast.
What should she do? After all, she is surrounded by a group of cruel people who are cruel to others and even crueler to themselves.
Spiritual power flowed in the palm of her hand. Her understanding of time and space spells was not as profound as that of the Ji clan members, but it was enough.
As long as she thought about it, she could enter the dream and ask Feng Yibai for answers.
Changxia lowered his head, smiled meaningfully, then closed his eyes and clenched his palms.
At the moment when the spiritual power in her palm dissipated, she suddenly thought that the answer had already been given.
Just like the last time Feng Yibai failed to paint the picture he gave me, there will be a day when I can drink it.
As expected, I hate these fortune tellers the most.
——
It is still the familiar Suzaku Street.
This bustling street to Ji Sheng is like the snow on Zangfeng Mountain to her.
But this time, Ji Sheng was not on the roof of Qiuwu Palace.
This is the forty-third year of Qiuwu.
It was also eleven years after his death.
Ji Sheng was a man of great renown during his lifetime, and even after his death, he was still a cause of worry. All the members of the Ji clan were killed or wounded, and the immortal world, through the hand of heaven, forced the Human Emperor to hide. Except for the rest of the Eastern Realm, everyone else called for his death.
Even in the Eastern Territory, there are just as many people who hate Ji Sheng.
However, amidst the arguments, the reign title "Qiuwu" was used. It wasn't until the ninety-seventh year, when the five sects dissolved the Human Emperor's court and the sects took control of Cang Xuan, that Qiuwu was no longer used for ninety-eight years.
At that time, Ji Sheng had been dead for sixty-five years.
Changxia suddenly realized that she had never seen the Human Emperor at his most ambitious.
Xie Fengxue said that in the original script, he died because of following Ji Sheng.
I believe that at that time, he must have been a young man with lofty ambitions and was one of the best in the world.
It’s a pity that I can’t see it anymore.
She waved her hand, and the scenes in her dream kept changing. Suzaku Street turned into a vast landscape of suffering, with mirages wandering in it.
This time she did not summon Ye Shuxing, but went straight to the buckwheat field where she met Feng Yibai last time.
The buckwheat in the field had already turned yellow, its white flowers withering to brown, unable to contain the berries that were about to burst. As Feng Yibai harvested the buckwheat with a curved knife, he smiled and said to her, "You came at an unfortunate time, young lady. The old wine is all gone, and the new wine hasn't even been brewed yet."
Chang Xia took out a bottle of Tianshan Snow from his storage bag and said, "You came at the right time. I just have some new wine here."
Feng Yibai looked at her and slowly stood up straight.
It seemed as if this buckwheat field was really planted by Feng Yibai inch by inch, and his thatched house was also built by him personally. In short - there was nothing inside.
Changxia readily took out the table, chairs and wine glasses and poured a glass for Feng Yibai.
Feng Yibai asked: "Girl won't pour it for herself"
Chang Xia said indifferently: "I love drinking tea recently."
It's still old tea.
Feng Yibai didn't respond. He just asked casually and didn't really care about it.
After drinking, they talked about business. After all, if there was no business to discuss, there would be no wine to drink. He had heard of Yunting's Tianshan Snow before, but he had never tasted it.
I didn’t expect that the first time I drank it was in a dream.
"Your senior brother lent me this place to grow wheat, and you came to bring me wine. It seems like I made a profit."
Chang Xia said: "What I want is that you feel you have made a profit."
She asked, "I have a question, and I hope you can answer it."
Her gaze fell on the half-empty bottle of wine. For a master of illusion like her, the distinction between truth and falsehood in dreams was not so clear. She had brought a bottle of real wine into the dream.
"What exactly is it like to become an immortal?"
Hearing this question, Feng Yibai was stunned for a moment, then he straightened up and stopped drinking.
He made a hand gesture, and the landscape in his dream suddenly seemed to be frozen in time, completely solidified at this moment.
This feeling where even the wind stops flowing...
"Sky Realm Sacred Tree"
Feng Yibai replied, "The Immortal Realm cannot create a spell to break the Heavenly Ladder. All they can do is use the Immortal Realm itself to break it."
Chang Xia asked: "The current empty space is a fragment of the fairyland."
"To be precise, it's half of the former Ascension Platform that led Cang Xuan to the Immortal Realm. It was built to look mysterious, but in reality, it's just an empty shell."
This senior, who had already transcended tribulations for many years, sneered, "Those so-called immortals... only know how to trick people."
It's still not right. There are living things in the fairyland, but the empty space is full of dead things.
Feng Yibai knew what she was thinking at a glance. He looked at the Tianshan Snow in the pot and thought to himself, this wine was quite easy to get today.
"Gods, gods, in addition to the immortals, there are also 'gods'. Girl, do you know what gods are?"
Chang Xia had never thought about this question before, but now that it was pointed out, she pondered for a moment and said, "I have never heard of any deeds of gods."
That's the problem.
Everyone knows about gods, but no one has ever seen one, and there are no records of gods in any books.
"The supernatural powers are vast, but the laws of nature are constant. Things that are too powerful cannot exist."
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