Confused
Changxia did not go to Buduku to visit the mirages this time. She thought that someone should go this time.
When we returned to Yunting, the Lihua Courtyard was brightly lit again - I don't know when it started, but they seemed to have used Libai's courtyard as a dining hall.
This time there were two more people at the table.
As it happens, she knows them all.
Changxia bowed to the graceful woman drinking scented tea at the main seat.
"Master Yan."
Although Baicao Garden is called a garden, it actually occupies the largest area in Yunting because it is in charge of the spiritual plants and beasts of Yunting.
The owner of the garden called it strange, and then he turned to Ruomu Valley and respectfully called him the master of the valley.
Last time, Lian Hua said he wanted to ask Yan Qiongfang some questions, and now it seems that they have established contact.
Yan Qiongfang smiled and said to Changxia, "It's Xia Xia. It's been a long time since I saw you come to me to ask for nectar."
Chang Xia said, "Han Zhu has only been on duty for me at Chi Zhouhai for a few years..."
After she finished speaking, she was stunned. A lot of things happened in these "few years".
Then she asked again: "Why are you reluctant to go down the mountain today?"
Plants and trees like quietness. Since Yan Qiongfang took over the position of Valley Master, she has rarely moved.
As soon as Chang Xia finished speaking, he felt like he had said too much - Song Jia was sitting next to the Lord of the Banquet Valley, quietly drinking his honey water.
Sure enough, the next moment she heard Yan Qiongfang's explanation: "I heard that Ah Da is back."
Zuo Qin raised the child as long as he was alive. Song Jia was able to grow up healthily during those years, which was inseparable from the nectar fed to him by Master Yan Gu.
This is how raising a child works. When you see a weak child, you will feel pity for him. If you feel too much pity for him, he will take it to heart, and then his heart will also turn towards him.
I heard that in the past, Master Yan Valley really treated Song Jia as his own child.
He has committed so many sins.
Changxia glanced at the man sideways. At this moment, he was sitting obediently next to his elder, looking a bit like a filial child.
It was something she had never seen before.
Was he like this when he was kept on the left side of the quilt?
Changxia sat down next to Song Jia, then used his fingers as swords and drew a streak of sword energy under the table.
Song Jia raised his head suddenly in pain, and then met Chang Xia's smiling eyes.
…
I can't beat him, so I dare not provoke him.
This little noise could only be hidden from Li Bai and Zhou Xiaosu. The others looked at the sky, the ground, and the food on the table without saying a word.
Shen Siyan picked up a piece of green vegetable and put it in the bowl, thinking to himself, it tastes more like a living person now.
After dinner, Shen Siyan washed the dishes as usual, Jiang Bailu helped him, and Song Jia followed Changxia to the top of the mountain.
The two sat opposite each other at the stone table under the sycamore tree, and Song Jia was thinking about reporting the task Changxia had given her.
"You're right. The spiritual energy in the Lumen Mountains in the eastern region is indeed thicker than before."
The Human Emperor Ji paved the way, and the ancient dragon suppressed the destiny of the mountains and rivers, which is the dragon vein. The deer horns, ox ears, snake belly, and eagle claws are the dragon, the Cangxuan dragon vein, and the Lumen Mountains are the first peak.
"The dragon has raised its head, something is about to wake up." Changxia seemed to laugh, and Song Jia couldn't tell whether she was more happy or sarcastic.
In order to awaken the dragon, she sacrificed the life of someone important to her.
Chang Xia leaned back. Behind her was the old sycamore tree. She leaned against the tree and said lazily, "Just wait. What those fortune-tellers who take one step and look ten steps ahead do is not something we can interfere with."
Song Jia pondered for a moment and said, "There is something..."
Chang Xia interrupted him: "If you want to say it, then say it. If you don't want to say it, then don't say it."
Song Jia: ...
Why is this person's temper getting worse and worse?
He hesitated for a moment, then finally continued, "The Master of Lianhua Valley is looking for Aunt Qiongfang to cultivate a spiritual plant. I saw it from afar, and the aura on it is very unfamiliar. I haven't seen it in Cangxuan or Chi Zhouhai."
Changxia's breathing stagnated. He was worried about every one of them.
Cang Xuan and Chi Zhuhai don’t have any, so their background must be in the fairyland.
Things from the fairy world...
Thinking about what Feng Yibai had told her, Changxia had a hunch that there were no good things in the fairy world.
Do you want to care?
Chang Xia sighed: "Do me a favor and destroy that thing when you have time."
Song Jia shook his head like a rattle: "You let me do the offending thing, why don't you do it yourself!"
Chang Xia spread his hands: "If my senior sister wants to be on guard against me, there will always be a way."
Song Jia wanted to ask why your senior sister was on guard against you, and whether she was planning to deal with you in private, but he took the words back as he was about to say them.
Changxia’s senior sister is not a despicable person like him.
The people in Yunting are good in every way, except that they are too considerate of others.
Sometimes being on guard against others may not be about being too distant, but about being too distant, so distant that you would rather hurt yourself than protect her.
Chang Xia said, "My senior sister is kindhearted. She hates to see me suffer, and always wants to help me make amends in other ways. But there is no such thing as free benefits in this world. If you want something, you have to pay for it. I don't want to get the benefits in the end, but let my senior sister bear the cost."
Since Lian Hua didn't tell her, she didn't ask.
But we can't just ignore it.
Song Jia looked at her for a long time before saying, "You guys are really living a muddled life."
He was much older than Changxia and the others. When he was raised by Zuo Qin, he had no peers of his own age. Yunting Academy had many disciples, but because he was Zuo Qin's mediocre disciple, he received even more criticism. Some ignored him, some fawned over him, some envied him, some looked down on him, but no one truly cared about him.
Later, when I went to Chi Zhouhai, intrigue and hypocrisy became commonplace. After all, it was ridiculous to have a sincere talk with a weird demon.
He has no friends. He used to think he was pathetic, but not now.
He said goodbye to Changxia, and on the way down the mountain, he couldn't help but hold his heart in his hands, which had started beating again.
He said that the long summer days were a blur, but in fact, he was not talking about her.
——
Changxia has other things to do.
She was not sure why Zuo Qin and Xie Fengxue created this dream that lasted for eight hundred years, but she knew one thing - Ji Sheng would eventually return.
Eight hundred years ago, Zuo Qin and Xie Fengxue were intentionally or unintentionally avoiding the battle against the sky, which was inconsistent with how much they valued Ji Sheng.
Would a chess piece that was dropped even after reversing time and space be abandoned so easily?
Instead of trying to influence something that happened eight hundred years later, why not just kill it in the cradle right then?
This only means one thing, that this group of fortune tellers who can foresee the future are making their moves now, eight hundred years from now.
The rise of the dragon vein may be an opportunity.
Changxia wasn't sure what the Ji Shenghui they brought back was, so she had to prepare in advance.
Before the war, Cang Xuan could not afford to go through any more trouble.
She also needed to deal with the group of fortune tellers who were running rampant on Morning Star Mountain. She hesitated whether to intervene and thought about whether this would ruin Zuo Qin's plan, but then she immediately rejected the idea.
With Zuo Qin's ability, when he did not make arrangements for something in advance, it already meant that he agreed.
——He also expected that Changxia would not interfere too much with the fortune-telling master.
Can we really kill them all?
The mind of a crazy person is the most unpredictable. As long as the person is alive, he will find loopholes. She can't guard against it.
Changxia felt like a swimming fish, which could only be kept in the waters provided by Zuoqin.
The inexplicable feeling of suffocation made her feel a little irritated, which was something she had never felt before when she held Caishou.
She scoffed lightly, "Am I your pet? Even after my death, you still plot against me."
The emotions that had been taken away by her life-threatening illness during those years seemed to return to her body in an instant.
It was like the silence of winter, when the dry riverbed was suddenly filled with melted ice and snow. A little bit of moisture was enough to awaken this spring.
She is not very adaptable to this change at the moment.
The resentment that had flashed through her mind before now seemed to be lingering around her.
She remembered how she was rebellious as a child, not caring about right or wrong and always liked to compete with others.
It is common for children to fight with each other, and after they finish fighting, the adults will take them home.
But there were no adults in her family, so she always climbed the lonely and high Cangfeng Mountain alone.
Before Zuo Qin came, she always faced a group of people alone. They had adults to protect them. So what if she was the sword immortal's apprentice? When the sword immortal was not around, others always found ways to take sides without making a fuss.
In just a few words, the fault was put on her.
When she stood in the center of the hall, watching others being held in the arms of her own master and mistress, being comforted by gentle voices, and occasionally glaring at her, she felt that all the injustice in the world was on her.
Looking back now, it certainly wasn't a big deal. But back then, I was a young, extreme teenager, and the slightest injustice would make me feel like the world was falling apart.
Later, I still used the left quilt.
When she started fighting again, the head of Morning Star Mountain was watching from the side. When someone tried to dissuade her, he said, "It's just a child's business, why should adults interfere?"
In the final part of the argument about right and wrong, he only needed to give her a cold look, and the tactics that adults used to bully children would no longer be used on her.
That time was the first time that Changxia was brought back to Cangfeng Mountain by someone other than his master and Xie Fengxue.
Zuo Qin was cold and taciturn, but he didn't let her get hurt at all.
Changxia followed behind him, thinking to herself that it didn't matter if he didn't come. After all, it had been so many years and she had long been accustomed to it. No matter what, those adults would not dare to do anything to her openly. Instead, she would get it back from their juniors one by one later.
She doesn't suffer any loss.
but--
So this is what it feels like to have someone behind you.
so--
How ridiculous it is that she actually hates Zuo Qin now.
——
Xie Fengxue was walking in the eastern border.
The Lumen Mountains resembled a wild deer lying in the woods. He stood at a random spot and simply tapped a few times, and the surrounding trees shifted, burying his figure in the void.
He stood among the bushes, with only a faint ray of sunlight filtering through the shadows of the trees.
Looking closely, there was actually a human figure in the sunlight.
"How pitiful! Is this all he has left of his consciousness?"
In fact, even this little bit of consciousness is about to disappear.
But the figure in the light didn't seem to care about this.
"If it weren't for seeing you, I wouldn't even have this little bit of consciousness left."
Xie Fengxue suddenly smiled: "How majestic, Zuoqin."
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