Fighting for the Wind
What is He sighing about?
Does He sigh too?
Changxia felt as if she were trapped in a fog. When the fog cleared, she returned to her childhood, a distant place called Wangjia Village. Her home was a house planted with willow trees at the west end of the village. There lived her father, mother, and her eldest and second brothers.
The eldest brother was studying and preparing to take the examination for an official position in the East Territory. The second brother was favored by a wandering immortal, who would take him to cultivate immortality when he was a little older. A'niang held her in her arms, gently playing with her cheek with her fingers, and said with a smile: "What do you want to do in the future, our little Changxia?"
Changxia looked at his past self like an audience member, and then spoke softly, his voice intertwined with the childish voice of little Changxia in A Niang's arms: "I want to be a hero who fights for justice!"
I still remember it so clearly.
"So you were like this back then."
Xie Fengxue suddenly jumped behind her, looking like he was enjoying the show.
Changxia: ...
I'm feeling sad!
She was a little skeptical: "Is Zuo Qin trying to make fun of you by bringing out this level of illusion?"
Then he looked at Xie Fengxue suspiciously and poked him with his hand, "Or, are you the illusion?"
Xie Fengxue: "Yes, yes, I am an illusion, so all you think about is me."
Changxia: ...
She asked: "Brother, how old are you this year?"
"There were several years after 1,220. I felt like I was trapped in a dream. They don't count."
This is her senior brother who has not yet been exposed to time and space spells.
He continued, "To be precise, we are both illusions. After all, we are both dead beyond death.
Chang Xia: "Don't you only have memories from ten years ago?"
Xie Fengxue: "But I also have brains."
Changxia: ...
She shouted loudly: "Zuoqin, come out, I know you are here!"
Xie Fengxue seemed to enjoy the excitement and said slowly, "She is accompanying her own son right now, so she doesn't have time to care about the two of us."
He flipped through his memories and found that someone seemed to have left him some interesting things, at least enough for him to understand the current situation.
The Sword of Heaven, the Sword of Earth, the Sword of Man. Just thinking about it will tell you who is in this space.
If Zuo Qin is not with them, it must be with Song Jia.
He and Li Bai are not familiar with each other.
Changxia: ...
This senior brother who has never experienced the beatings of time seems to need to experience her beatings once.
After years of bitterness and hatred, she almost forgot that her senior brother was also a man who was eager to have fun and was afraid of chaos in the world.
"Even if you add me, you can't compare to his Ada. Is this something worth talking about?" Chang Xia pointed out mercilessly, "Compared to me, you have the additional identity of a disciple. He would rather go find that loser first than come to see you, the 'nominal' successor."
He also emphasized the word "nominally".
Xie Fengxue: ...
"Kill him, I will arrange everything for Cang Xuan for him."
Zuo Qin, who had been paying attention to the situation here, said: ...
"It's not that troublesome. This is the last bit of myself I have. If it's gone, it's gone."
Chang Xia asked fearlessly: "Do you like saying goodbye so much?"
This is the third time.
"Who on earth did you learn to be mean from?"
"You."
Changxia thought that there was no one around him who was more mean than Zuoqin.
Zuo quilt:......
This was the scene Song Jia saw when he rushed over.
These three are no longer human beings or ghosts. They may disappear from the world in the next moment. But now they are in a leisurely and carefree mood and even have time to bicker with each other.
That's right, they're all dead, and Cang Xuan can't do anything about it. As for whether this little bit of consciousness will dissipate...
That would just mean dying again.
Zuo Qin closed his eyes resignedly and rubbed his eyebrows.
That familiar headache-inducing feeling came back again, just like countless times before when Changxia got into trouble and he ran to help her clean up the mess, only to be told in the end that she could solve it herself.
The kind of solution that loses half your life?
Chang Xia obviously saw Song Jia, pointed at him, and said to Zuo Qin: "Look, your biological child is here."
Zuo Qin: "I'm not neglecting you. This space is under my control. I know every detail of it."
Chang Xia: "But you chose him first."
Zuo Qin: "I want to send him out first."
Xie Fengxue: "But you still chose him first."
He said sourly, "Neither of us can compare to him."
Song Jia stood by and didn't dare to speak. Logically, they were all just one consciousness now, with no one being stronger or weaker. Chang Xia and Xie Fengxue couldn't do anything to him.
But he was afraid of these two people.
However, there was a hint of secret excitement among these fears. As they said, Zuo Qin chose him first.
He quietly looked up at the three people who were either arguing or fighting. He had always remembered Zuo Qin as a powerful, arrogant man who looked down on everyone, his whole body exuding a sense of superiority. He rarely had the temperament of an ordinary person.
He had been looking up at Zuo Qin, treating himself as a tiny speck of dust, crawling at his feet, trembling with fear, afraid that others would say he was unworthy, and even more afraid that Zuo Qin would say he was unworthy too.
His relationship with Zuo Qin was one of looking up to her and looking down on her. There might be some admiration in between, but it was definitely not like the one between him and Chang Xia.
Even though I had heard about how Chang Xia interacted with him before, it was not as real as seeing it with my own eyes - could it be like this?
So noisy.
It was like an ordinary father-daughter quarrel.
It turns out that the harsh Zuo Shan Lord can tolerate others' offenses infinitely, and it turns out that the conceited Zuo Shan Lord is not harsh to everyone.
When the noise from the other side gradually died down, Zuo Qin waved to Song Jia.
"Ada, come here."
Song Jia walked over slowly.
"I've already sent Li Bai back. As for you, do you want to meet Cang Xuan, or stay here and watch..." Zuo Qin paused, then stretched out his words, "Creation."
Chang Xia sneered: "You just want us to do the most dangerous thing and then protect him tightly."
Zuo Qin: "Then I'll send you two back."
Xie Fengxue: "I knew he was your true successor. I trusted him to do the most important things."
Zuo quilt:......
No matter what you say, you are right, right?
Song Jia: ...
I feel like a tool being fought over.
He whispered, "I'm right here."
Zuo Qin took a deep breath and suppressed his urge to hit someone. Bie Jingchun was too ruthless and didn't even leave a trace of his soul. Otherwise, he really wanted to throw these two troublesome things to him.
"Let's do the business first. After that, you two can scold me however you want."
Changxia and Xie Fengxue clasped their hands, one facing left and the other facing right, and both snorted coldly.
Zuo Qin was too lazy to care about them.
He stretched out his hand and slowly raised it upwards. A golden barrier covered the four of them, and the space beneath their feet, which was protected by the left quilt, began to shatter and dissipate.
Changxia felt as if his consciousness was pulled out of his body and flew high into the sky, and the scene in his eyes also changed accordingly.
The familiar world began to disintegrate and reorganize, and then turned into scattered fragments, connected by almost liquid golden ribbons.
What is that...
She struggled to keep her eyes open.
There was no Song Jia and Zuo Qin, nor was there Xie Fengxue.
She approached one of the fragments, where only people in coarse linen clothes were seen, supporting each other and walking in the mountains and forests.
Somehow, she suddenly remembered a sentence.
The Ji family has been the human emperor for 90,000 years.
This was the past. Chang Xia looked at the countless fragments around him and suddenly realized that this was the perspective of "Heaven". Those fragments were all scattered pasts, connected and pieced together by the golden thread of time and space, becoming the history and legends familiar to the Cang Xuan people.
She wanted to take a closer look, but saw that the fragment was carefully picked up by a pair of large hands and held in the palm of their hands, as if it was being cherished and admired by an invisible person.
"This is the beginning of my birth, and also the beginning of God's love for the world."
Zuo Qin's ethereal voice echoed in the void. He was not the Way of Heaven, but rather its selfishness, the most biased part of the Way of Heaven, the part that showed Heaven's love for humanity.
It was he who gave the Ji clan the power of time and space spells ninety thousand years ago, allowing the human race to survive. It was he who made the great witch offer a false sacrifice in exchange for true divine mercy tens of thousands of years ago. It was also he who helped He Loulan cut down the sword and seriously injured the Heavenly Dao ten thousand years ago.
And now, it is still him who kills himself because he wants to overcome nature.
Changxia was a little stunned. Looking at the ancestors who were still on their way in the fragments, he actually felt a bit dazed.
So simple
How can a few relatively unyielding mortals deserve ninety thousand years of favor?
Then Zuo Qin saw through her thoughts and told her, "It's that simple."
What is joy? It is the movement of the heart.
Perhaps it was because the way of heaven at that time was not perfect, destiny had not yet been determined, and there were still gaps. It may also be because the timing was right for the human race at that time. There were thousands and thousands of unyielding creatures in the world, and it was they who touched the lonely will of heaven at that moment.
Why must we recall those glorious past events? The thought of Heaven was originally just for those few unyielding mortals. Ten thousand years later, all the hopes and requests were reduced to just one sentence.
Why not?
Another sigh.
Chang Xia could tell that the portion belonging to Zuo Qin was very small. This meant that the will of heaven, which loved people, was disappearing in the confrontation, and what remained was the just will of heaven, which would not let humans off easy.
Changxia closed his eyes and exhaled, and Caishou, Yirenhan, and the nameless red sword responded to his call. They surrounded Changxia, becoming one.
Her battlefield has arrived.
Changxia looked at those ancient eyes. She used to look up to Him, but now, due to the karma of past lives, she could look Him in the eye.
But that’s not enough.
Shinto is the path that most closely resembles the will of Heaven. God is formless and invisible, and so is Heaven. His pristine eyes are merely the embodiment of His thoughts; even if shattered, they would instantly regenerate countless more.
There is only one chance of sword.
She is waiting.
——
Xie Fengxue was talking to Zuo Qin one moment, and the next moment, he was already standing on Cang Xuan's land.
Although his memory still lingered on the banquet at Xiaoling Mountain, for some reason, he felt as if it had been a long time since he had visited.
Xie Fengxue looked at the mountains and rivers from afar, as if he had been away from his hometown for many years.
Now was not the time to be sentimental. He was about to leave and do what he should do when he was suddenly taken aback.
——When I looked up, I saw another Xie Fengxue standing under the tree not far ahead.
He looked down at his already translucent body as if he had realized something.
——It is true. It turns out that he is already dead. What exists now is just a carrier of some key information.
"I'm jealous of you too."
Xie Fengxue walked over slowly and heard the "old Xie Fengxue" who had caused him to lose his memory say this.
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