arrogant
Changxia did not open Ji Zhao's memory immediately. She closed her eyes and turned her consciousness into a thread, which spread out across the mountains and rivers with her as the center.
When I learned it, I just thought it was a little gadget for Ye Shuxing. I didn't expect that it would be useful one day after his death.
If it were in the real world, Changxia would have to wait until the mirages were born at night before he could take action, but this is a dream, there is no distinction between day and night.
The thread of spiritual consciousness fell on the fallen leaves and flowing water, pulling out the mirages that were lurking there.
When she had gathered a certain number of them, she slowly molded the little bugs into a person based on the appearance of Ye Shuxing in her memory, just like she was molding a clay doll - but shorter, more childish, and more like a little kid.
She was even considerate enough to pinch his clothes.
It is the style of the Eastern Territory nobles.
Changxia felt that if Ji Zhao and Feng Yibai raised Ye Shuxing, he would look like this.
They are all very good people. If Ye Shuxing is raised by them, no matter how he was born, he will grow up in love and become a much better person than those young masters of aristocratic families today.
The newly born "Ye Shuxing" stood in front of Changxia in confusion. He looked at everything around him blankly, with the confusion about the world that is unique to newborn life.
Of course he also saw Changxia, and he danced and moaned "ahhhh" for a long time, but he couldn't make any sense.
But Changxia somehow knew that the child in front of him must be very happy right now.
Before he was overwhelmed by so many obsessions and resentments, was he like this?
Changxia placed his fingertips on the child's eyebrows. The child opened his eyes slightly. Although he didn't know what the person in front of him was going to do, out of the good impression he had of the fledgling complex, he still stood still and waited for Changxia's next move.
The thread of spiritual consciousness easily penetrated in, and Changxia once again entered the depths of Ye Shuxing's spiritual consciousness.
She didn't believe what her senior brother asked Feng Yibai to send over.
Xie Fengxue would certainly not lie to her, but he would selectively tell her some truths and then mislead her.
She had actually vaguely guessed what Xie Fengxue wanted to do, but she didn't want to accept it.
Even though she is the one who...beneficiary.
Changxia stood in the center of Ye Shuxing's sea of consciousness, and the mirage landed in her palm.
She lowered her eyes and thought, how could a life like that of a mayfly, which is born in a morning and dies in a evening, not be considered a life?
She closed her eyes and searched Ye Shuxing's sea of consciousness for what she wanted, the memories of Ji Zhao's defeat of Tian four thousand years ago.
Those memories were a tangled web of threads that even Ye Shuxing himself couldn't sort out, but it didn't matter, because Changxia happened to be the most patient person.
And in dreams, the thing that is least lacking is time.
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The first thing Feng Yibai did after being kicked out of the dream was to look for Xie Fengxue.
He wrote on the kite: "Your junior sister doesn't believe me at all."
It seemed like the signal over there was bad, and the words popped out one by one on the kite's light screen.
"Then forget it."
Feng Yibai: ...
This pair of senior and junior brothers and sisters are really... identically arrogant.
Even though the kite was about to overflow with the aura of time spell, he was too lazy to care. He put the kite on the table, took out his new filter and started brewing wine.
Each generation has its own responsibilities. He is a ghost from more than 3,000 years ago and is just a spectator in this era.
Xie Fengxue played with the kite in his palm. He noticed Feng Yibai's indifference, but what did it have to do with him?
There were many people he could find who could help him send the Memory Group, but Changxia felt pity for the fate of these people so he spent his energy and traveled across time and space to guide them to the place of No Suffering. As for whether he could discover the secret there, that was Feng Yibai's own business.
The arrogant will eventually die from their own arrogance. Feng Yibai is one of them, and so is he.
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Eastern Territory, Human Emperor Palace.
Qian Xiangyi circled around the fortune teller with a youthful face three times to the left and three times to the right, but the latter remained unmoved and continued to drink tea calmly.
He finally stopped in front of Zuo Qin and said, "Our Yunting has moved to the East Territory."
Zuo Qin said: "If you want, it's not impossible."
Qian Xiangyi thought about the madman from the Xi family and quickly shook his head: "Forget it, the waters in the East are too deep."
He asked again defensively: "What are you doing here?"
Zuo Qin: "Come and see you."
Qian Xiangyi: "You are thousands of years old. Don't do this. I am scared."
Zuo quilt:......
"Master, what are you thinking about?"
His voice suddenly became very soft: "I'm telling the truth this time. I really just want to come and see you."
This was Zuo Qin's rare gentleness. Qian Xiangyi was stunned, and his expression instantly became serious: "Then I am telling the truth, Zuo Qin, don't be like this, I'm scared."
Zuo Qin sneered, "What are you afraid of? Aren't you most eager to pull me and Bie Jingchun down? Master, Yunting is finally yours alone. From now on, no one can control you."
Qian Xiangyi recalled the year when he first met Bie Jingchun and Zuo Qin. He was not yet a hundred years old and was raised with great care by his family and the Zen master. He was naive and very spoiled.
Only he at that time would run away from home just because he didn't want to shave his hair.
Bie Jingchun listened to his rambling patiently and grinned at him: "Young Master, do you want to come and sleep outdoors with us?"
Qian Xiangyi asked, "What do I need to prepare for camping outdoors?"
Bie Jingchun said: "Your money, and my sword."
Zuo Qin kicked him nearby, so Bie Jingchun added, "Yes, and there's also Zuo Qin's intelligence!"
Qian Xiangyi was young at that time and not sophisticated enough, so she got on their pirate ship in a daze.
That night he wrote to the Zen master: "Old man, I'm going out for a while. I'll be back when I've had enough fun."
But I didn't expect that once I left the door, it would last a lifetime.
The swordsman who could shake the world with one sword is gone, the magician who could shock the wind and rain is just barely alive, and he can't even keep the disciple he raised since childhood.
When the Zen master died, he was alone in Xiaoling Mountain, pouring tea, watering trees, and watching the moon. The unruly monk who played and laughed with him would never come back. From then on, Xiaoling Mountain became his own Xiaoling Mountain, and now, Yunting is also going to become his own Yunting.
Zuo Qin stretched out his hand, his slender fingers were almost transparent in the sunlight, which was obviously not the hand of a human.
"He has noticed our little tricks. Hui Fanxing can't handle it alone, so I have to go help him. If it drags on... I'm afraid He will drag Xia Xia into it. The connection between Xia Xia and Him is already deep enough."
Qian Xiangyi looked at him resentfully: "Why do you all like her so much?"
Zuo Qin thought about it, and actually smiled, which was rare, with his eyebrows lowered. His smile was as gentle as water, which was very different from his usual harshness.
"I raised a child, and I don't like who she likes."
He has lived for many years and has many younger generations, but Chang Xia and Xie Fengxue are different after all.
Between the two of them, Changxia is more special. She is a girl and younger, so he can't help but indulge her more.
He raised her from a little girl to what she is today, not to let her be a pawn in other people's fights.
Zuo Qin thought indifferently, since she was his child, she should naturally shoulder more important responsibilities and should also...
Face more pain.
"After I leave, you don't have to worry about anything that happens in Morning Star Mountain."
"If they want to fight, let them fight. If they want to kill, let them kill. It doesn't matter if they poke a hole in the sky..."
After all... Zuo Qin withdrew his hand, his eyes dark and strange.
After all, that's where their value lies.
Qian Xiangyi raised his head. The place where Zuo Qin was must have been set up with an isolation formation long ago. Now he could finally look at the blue sky hanging above Cang Xuan's head without restraint, and behind the sky, the pair of eyes that had been watching them for tens of millions of years.
Weathered, simple, and calm.
"Sometimes I feel like we are a group of rebellious children. If it is as He wishes, it wouldn't be a bad thing to live a peaceful and muddled life."
Zuo Qin sneered: "So naive, he really is a young master."
No one can understand the cruelty of this world better than the fortune teller. Fate is predetermined, and everyone is just a toy at the mercy of those eyes.
He who desires life lives, and He who desires death causes death.
The fortune teller caught a glimpse of fate, and others thought it was an opportunity, but they didn't expect that it was actually a shackle.
Seeing fate but being unable to change it is the greatest sorrow.
Throughout their conversation, there was no mention of whether letting the fortune tellers of Morning Star Mountain kill each other was too cruel.
Because they all know that fortune-tellers spend their lives searching for the future. When the future doesn't exist, their faith will collapse. At that time, conscience, morality, and even life itself will become irrelevant.
"What are you going to do next?" Qian Xiangyi asked.
Zuo Qin said, "Go meet my useless disciple."
Qian Xiangyi was surprised: "Why don't you go see your precious illegitimate daughter?"
He called Changxia Zuoqin's illegitimate daughter.
The young-looking fortune teller did not refute his statement. He said calmly, "When the time comes, we will meet again."
Qian Xiangyi: ...
Did you jump out of your grave to see her?
He said sourly, "You had a backup plan but you didn't want to give it to us, so you gave it all to her."
Zuo Qin did not respond to him. The formation pattern rose from under his feet, and in the next moment, he disappeared.
Qian Xiangyi thought about it and Changxia didn't seem to be in any better condition.
She was probably going crazy right now because of Bie Jingchun. Xie Fengxue was also said to have been missing for a while, and now there was Zuo Qin...
Then I thought of the group of people at Zangfeng Mountain...
At least he knew part of their plan in advance, that girl...
He later realized that being favored by Zuo Qin and the others didn't seem like a good thing.
He rarely let go of his prejudice against Zang Fengshan and gave his sincere blessings to the girl who was about to be left alone.
I hope that one day she will be able to live happily and freely.
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