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Zuo Qin naturally saw the message from Xie Fengxue, but he didn't want to reply.
He casually threw the kite on the coffee table, letting the kite's warning light flash continuously.
The old man took a glance and vaguely saw the name of Song Jia, Zuo Qin's apprentice, whom he still remembered.
"It's rare to see you so impatient."
Zuo Qin said: "I am impatient most of the time now."
Especially when one annoying guy asks him about another annoying guy.
He picked up the kite and waved it at the old man: "The one who asked me for information is this guy who wants to kidnap Xia Xia in the future. Do you think I should go back to him now?"
The old man immediately sat up straight and changed his tone: "Young people are very ambitious, it's better to let them air out for a while."
The two of them drank until midnight, when the moon reached its zenith. The old man suddenly asked, "Is the passageway not finished yet?"
Zuo Qin remained calm and said, "It's almost there."
The old man complained quietly, "Ji Sheng is always looking for trouble. He's been dead for hundreds of years, but we still have to run around for a word from him."
Zuo Qin remained silent, his gaze suddenly darkening. Golden runes streamed through his eyes, echoing with a faint glimmer of light in the distant sky. The old man followed his gaze and saw the Emperor Star Ziwei, dormant for eight hundred years, suddenly looming in the distant sky.
He muttered to himself: Zuo Qin actually did it.
Changxia waited until dusk before someone finally entered Qiuwu Palace.
She was sitting on the stairs counting the floor tiles boredly when the hem of a dark gown suddenly appeared before her eyes. She raised her head and looked upwards to see the face of a young man.
A little familiar, yet a little strange.
In a dream eight hundred years later, the twenty-three-year-old Ji Sheng asked hesitantly, "Changxia?"
Chang Xia subconsciously said, "No respect for elders or younger children."
After she finished speaking, she was stunned. In the past, when she was rolling dice with Ji Sheng, Ji Sheng also liked to call her by her name, and would not even call her "Senior Sister". Chang Xia would slap him and say that he was disrespectful.
All these past events flashed through her mind in detail - she had some basic knowledge of illusion, and the alertness developed from hundreds of years of fighting made her intuitively aware that this was not normal.
Immortal cultivators have good memories, but Ji Sheng is just a passer-by in her life who is not even important. There is no need for her to remember all the small things that happened in their daily interactions so clearly.
She closed her eyes and felt the spiritual power fluctuations of this dream again. She was not as sensitive to spiritual power as Xie Fengxue, and she could not tell what kind of formation was set up here and what the formation was used for just by the direction of the spiritual power fluctuations like him.
But she knew that there were several unusual spiritual powers here, and she vaguely felt that they were flowing towards memory.
Changxia lowered her eyes. No wonder so many memories began to flood her mind after she entered Qiuwu Palace.
This is because I am worried that she can't recognize Ji Sheng now, so I want to strengthen her memory.
There's a strange feeling of intimacy.
However, now she finally knew who had led her here - her formation skills were not very good, and she could see some of it because this formation had some strokes that she had seen before.
Written by Zuo Qin.
She suddenly relaxed.
Zuo Qin could definitely make it so that she wouldn't notice any clues. These few strokes he deliberately added were a tacit way of comforting her.
So she looked at Ji Sheng and asked, "How old are you this year?"
Ji Sheng frowned: "Why do you act like an elder in the dream?"
Changxia: ...
Isn't she?
She said expressionlessly, "I am not talented, but I am hundreds of years older than you."
Ji Sheng: ...
"Twenty-three years old, has been the Human King for five years, and is preparing to recruit people to join the Destroyer."
Chang Xia was puzzled: "You sound very experienced, isn't this the first time you've seen me in your dream?"
Ji Sheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled as if he understood, "So this is your first time."
He suddenly said seriously: "I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Changxia was puzzled, but Ji Sheng stopped explaining.
Chang Xia asked: "What did I do in my dream before?"
Ji Shengshen said mysteriously: "He taught me to drink, gamble, brag, and fight, and finally I learned all five poisons."
Changxia: ...
I didn't, I didn't, don't talk nonsense.
“So what do we do now?”
Ji Sheng thought about it and pulled her out of the hall.
The scenery outside has been constructed. The magnificent palace complex is bathed in the lonely and cold moonlight, and the entire imperial city is empty.
Ji Sheng led her to the highest point of the palace, which was the top of the Human Emperor Hall.
Changxia had been to the Human Emperor Palace before, but had never reached the top. After all, the Human Emperor was the master of the mortal world, so due respect should be shown. It was inappropriate to trample under someone else's most majestic palace.
Ji Sheng didn't have these concerns. Now he was the Emperor of Man, and he could do whatever he wanted, and no one dared to say anything to him.
"When I didn't want to study before, I would hide here, and the palace servants wouldn't be able to find me. Or even if they knew I was here, they wouldn't dare climb up to look for me. After all, my father was right down there, and they wouldn't dare climb over his head. Then I would lie on the glazed tiles and count the stars and watch the moon. The tiles were uneven and hurt, but I still felt happy."
Ji Sheng looked at the towering imperial city, his eyes gleaming with an unnatural gentleness. He seemed not an emperor at this moment, but a leisurely young man from a wealthy family with a penchant for poetry.
Chang Xia was not familiar with him and could not tell that he was in a good mood. She just asked blankly: "Are you... talking to me?"
I don’t know how Zuo Qin did it, but according to Ji Sheng’s performance, she seemed to be able to talk to him eight hundred years ago in her dream and influence him eight hundred years ago.
According to what he said, the more special point is that the timeline of her meeting Ji Sheng is not a straight line.
In other words, in the future she might communicate with Ji Sheng from the past who was even older than the current Ji Sheng, and have a good relationship with him.
But to her now, Ji Sheng was just a passerby who was slightly better than a stranger, and the bond between them was just the unfulfilled bet - the reason why she was still willing to patiently listen to Ji Sheng's chatter was because she remembered that she still owed him something.
But now the familiarity shown by Ji Sheng made her feel a little at a loss.
Ji Sheng smiled and said, "Yes, I am talking to you."
He lowered his head and smiled softly, saying softly, "Only when you know nothing can you be so relaxed and at ease."
Chang Xia grasped the key: "Will my future be neither easy nor comfortable?"
Ji Sheng changed the subject: "So the first time I thanked my teacher, you didn't come with me?"
Thank you teacher, thank you Fengxue.
Ji Sheng called him his teacher.
"Does he know that you call him Master?" Chang Xia asked.
Ji Sheng sighed and feigned disappointment: "My bluff has been seen through. But in my heart, I truly consider him my master."
Changxia ignored him.
She clearly remembered that although Ji Sheng loved to play and make trouble, he was still a polite and honest child. But in just a few years, every word he said was full of meaning.
Now he knows Changxia's future. Every word he says will subconsciously make Changxia think about whether these facts will happen in the future, and then unconsciously approach this fact, so that she, the "person from the past", can guide the "future" that Ji Sheng wants to happen.
For example, he now deliberately calls Xie Fengxue "Master". If Changxia believes it, Changxia will subconsciously regard them as master and disciple. Under her influence, if Xie Fengxue really appears in the dream in the future, it is very likely that he will really accept this disciple.
As to whether all this is a closed time loop, or Ji Sheng really used it to change history, only he himself knows.
Ji Sheng unexpectedly did not do anything afterwards, and it seemed as if the two of them were just watching the moonlight in a dream.
A solitary moon hangs high in the sky, and the cold moonlight casts a layer of silvery light on the solemn and dignified imperial city, adding a touch of tenderness to the solemnity of the imperial city.
The quiet imperial city unexpectedly became friendly.
This dream was controlled by Ji Sheng, and she realized that it was all from his perspective and his imagination.
Ever since it was built, this place has been bustling with people and traffic. Even now, with the Emperor gone, the guests and music have never stopped. Changxia thought, if it weren't in a dream, she would never see such a view in her life.
But she couldn't help but be wary of the mysterious Ji Sheng.
"What on earth do you want to do?"
Ji Sheng suddenly smiled. As a teenager, he had been full of energy and spirit, like any arrogant and proud genius in the world. However, as an adult, his temperament had become more calm. When he smiled, there was always a deliberate gentleness in the corners of his eyes.
It was obvious that under the effect of Zuo Qin's formation, Chang Xia's memories of the young man in the past had become clearer, but she still couldn't connect the person in front of her with her old friend.
Besides, he laughed too much today.
Ji Sheng didn't care about Chang Xia's doubt. He met Chang Xia's eyes and said seriously, "Senior Sister, you definitely won't believe me. I'm very happy to see you now. I just want you to be happy too."
She started calling me "senior sister" again. Where did she get the connection from?
She was indifferent: "Since you know I don't believe it, then why are you saying all this?"
Ji Sheng wasn't surprised, having clearly anticipated Chang Xia's words. With a wave of his hand, the imperial city and moonlight vanished, replaced by a bustling street. This time, he even materialized the street vendors and shops, their clothing resembling the styles popular in the Eastern Territory during the early eight hundred years.
Changxia had been here in real life, to Suzaku Street in the East Region.
Ji Sheng bought two fox masks from a vendor and handed one to Chang Xia: "I watched the Lantern Festival fireworks alone this year, and I'm so sorry.
Senior Sister, come with me to watch the fireworks, and I'll take you back after that."
Chang Xia asked: "Is this what you want me to do?"
Ji Sheng smiled with his eyebrows curved: "No, this is a deal."
The young man showed a determined expression, and only then did he finally resemble the spirited young man. He said in a cunning tone: "Senior Sister, the dream you entered was constructed by Master Zuo. With your current formation cultivation, you won't be able to escape even if you break the formation yourself for a hundred years."
Changxia: ...
You and the fox mask on your face really suit each other.
However, Zuo Shi
Chang Xia thought that it was well deserved for him to call her Senior Sister.
Just as Ji Sheng said, the entrance to her dream was indeed built by Zuo Qin. With Zuo Qin's cultivation level, he must have a certain control over the dream. Ji Sheng had already called him Master, but Zuo Qin did not respond, which was a kind of confirmation.
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