fireworks
Changxia finally went to watch the Lantern Festival fireworks with Ji Sheng.
Ji Sheng had been here once, and he knew the best place to watch the fireworks. He had taken Changxia to the city wall to wait long ago.
Chang Xia asked in confusion, "Aren't the memories in the dream yours? Logically, no matter which angle we look at it from, we can only see the scene you saw that day, and we can't see the heroic spirit in other people's eyes. What's the point of looking for a new place to look?"
Ji Sheng said, "I've always regretted not having anyone to watch the fireworks with me. On the Lantern Festival, I was all alone on Suzaku Street, bored, and I thought, if someone was willing to accompany me, but I couldn't take her to see the most beautiful fireworks, how regrettable it would be. So I issued a summons to find all the recording stones that had recorded the fireworks that day. I spent half a year alone in Qiuwu Palace looking at those recording stones before I finally found this location. Then I watched the scene in that recording stone over and over again."
"Senior Sister, this is the most beautiful one."
Chang Xia sighed: "How willful."
Ji Sheng blinked his eyes and said, "I am the emperor, so whatever I do is right."
Perhaps in order to feel the atmosphere of the Lantern Festival, Ji Sheng kept the imperial city bustling. Chang Xia didn't know how he did it. It seemed that in the dream, passers-by could see her and touch her. The children chasing each other with windmills would accidentally bump into her and say sorry softly.
Changxia had an idea, then felt in his sleeve pocket, and sure enough, a few candies appeared out of thin air.
She took it out and distributed it to the children.
But she still couldn't use her spiritual power.
She said softly, "If it weren't for those candies, I would almost think this was the real world."
Ji Sheng smiled and said, "Isn't it good to have your wish come true?"
Chang Xia glanced at him and said, "If I imagine my master coming over and beating you up at this moment, will that be my wish come true?"
Ji Sheng actually thought about it for a moment: "Sword Immortal is not good at breaking dreams, so calling Zuo Shi over might increase the success rate."
He paused for a moment, then suddenly put his index finger to his lips: "Shh, it's started."
So Changxia followed his gaze and turned to look at the sky. The bright light of the fireworks instantly illuminated her profile.
Changxia's eyes reflected the enormous blossoming tree in the sky. Perhaps because she had lost her spiritual power, or perhaps because she knew this was a dream, her mind relaxed, and the intricate and luxurious aesthetic of the Eastern Territory instantly captured her attention.
Where she couldn't see, Ji Sheng's gaze fell on the bottom of the city wall. On the edge of the moat, on the willow banks on both sides, there was a very eye-catching pair of men and women.
The young man is wearing green clothes with wide sleeves, and the young girl is wearing yellow clothes and carrying a sword.
At this time, everyone was watching the fireworks, only the two of them were holding rabbit lanterns and laughing with each other. They only had eyes for each other and didn't care about anything around them.
There were grand fireworks displaying in the sky, but they didn't even glance up at the sky until the end.
It seems that once you have the other person, you can't take your eyes off other things.
Ji Sheng collected his thoughts, looked up at Changxia who was immersed in the fireworks, and said to himself, so you like fireworks.
After the fireworks were over, Ji Sheng sent Changxia out of the dream as promised.
While he was carving the formation, Chang Xia suddenly said, "So this is what fireworks in the East Territory look like."
Ji Shengxin was distracted and asked, "Hasn't Senior Sister come to see you before?"
Chang Xia replied, "The last few times I came to the East Territory, my senior brother didn't come, so I didn't want to go alone. Later, he came with me, and I was going to see it too. But on the way, he kept arguing with me about how to weave the bamboo strips for the rabbit lantern. In the end, we took the rabbit lantern apart to see the result, and by the time we had the answer, the fireworks were long gone."
"Finally, the rabbit lanterns disappeared, and we didn't see any fireworks. And then... you died, and there were no more fireworks in the East."
Ji Sheng's hand that was drawing the formation paused for a moment, and the formation became invalid and dissipated into golden light.
He painted again as if nothing had happened.
"Then when I wake up, I'll tell them that even if something catastrophic happens, the Lantern Festival fireworks cannot stop every year."
Chang Xia didn't know much about this kind of time loop, so she asked, "Will it work? Will it change history?"
Ji Sheng finished the last stroke and said, "Probably not."
He explained to Chang Xia, "Only magic related to time and space is called incantation. The word 'incantation' can be traced back to ancient times, when the power system was chaotic and the five elements were not yet developed. Only wizards could use incantations to communicate with heaven and earth, praying for heaven to respond and grant divine power. However, before communicating with heaven and earth, one must first make sacrifices and worship heaven and earth. The interaction between man and heaven is an equal exchange. Changing time has a price to pay. Eight hundred years of cause and effect, even for something as trivial as setting off fireworks, is a heavy burden to bear. I have no interest in causing trouble for myself."
Since it didn't work, then why did he mislead her in the first place? What was the purpose of his relationship with Xie Fengxue?
Is it just for fun or to test her intelligence?
Changxia instinctively thought it was the former.
"Okay, senior sister, you can go back." Ji Sheng made a seal, and a golden passage appeared out of thin air. The surrounding scenery turned into Qiuwu Palace again.
Changxia thought to himself that it seemed that Qiuwu Palace was the entrance to the dream from eight hundred years ago.
Ji Sheng lowered his head and smiled again, and said in an ambiguous tone:
"Senior Sister, you will see me again soon. When that time comes... remember to be nice to me."
After saying that, before Changxia could react, the golden light engulfed her. When she could see her surroundings clearly again, she found that she had returned to Bu Duku's wooden house.
She took a few moments to calm herself down, then took out the kite and sent a message to Zuo Qin.
“What kind of deal is this?”
The other party quickly replied: "Then it's invalid."
Changxia: ...
The kite's light flickered, and someone sent her another message: "You can hang out more at Buduku. Although I won't tell you about Li Bai, you have more than one junior sister."
Um
What's the meaning
Could it be that she or her junior sister are in big trouble?
Huo Tinglan, or Zhu Lingyao
She continued to ask, but Zuo Qin never responded to her.
Changxia put the kite on the table and sighed again, saying that these fortune tellers who didn't speak in plain language were really annoying.
but…
Changxia spread out her hands, and a ray of purple sword energy slowly emerged from her.
She hadn't placed all her hopes on the old man. They didn't want her to know the truth, so whether it was deception or misleading, they would eventually take some action.
All she wanted was a breakthrough.
The dream sealed her spiritual power, but it couldn't seal her life force. After all, people can't die without life, and they didn't intend to kill her.
Caishou is just a sword that is specifically used to cut the vitality of human life.
She cut off a strand of her own vitality, mixed it with sword intent, and let it wander in her dream, waiting to be retrieved the next time she entered the dream again.
When it comes to sensitivity to sword intent, only Bie Jingchun can compare to her.
She can use the sword intent to understand the formation runes.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand the formation. As long as you understand all the runes in the formation and slowly arrange and combine them, you will be able to reproduce the formation.
She has plenty of patience.
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Western Border, Tianlai Tower.
Zuo Qin's face was obviously much paler than when he first arrived. The old man touched Tian Shan Xue's wine jar with a distressed look, and handed the last jar to Zuo Qin.
The young fortune teller's face was as pale as paper. With trembling hands, he took the Tianshan Snow from the old man's hand and took a big gulp.
Half a minute later, he smashed the wine jar, leaned on the low table, and gasped for breath.
The old man pondered: "This will at least take away half of your cultivation and lifespan."
Zuo Qin's face was cold, and his eyes were filled with hostility: "What does cultivation and lifespan mean? My future has long been cut off."
After a long time, he regained his composure, calmly tidied his clothes and appearance, and in a blink of an eye he turned back into the master of Zuo Shan in the snow-capped mountains.
"Don't worry, once the passage is opened, I can use natural treasures to maintain the formation and the dream. I won't die that easily."
The young fortune teller lowered his eyes, his emotions unclear. He said softly, "I haven't torn those bastards into pieces yet."
There was still a fire burning in the blacksmith's furnace in the small building, and the red light of the flame illuminated Zuo Qin's cold and aloof face.
It was clearly a very warm scene, but the old man felt inexplicably frightened when he heard his words.
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The long summer begins to explore the suffering of not overcoming difficulties.
She seemed to have been in the dream for a very long time, but when she came out of the dream and calculated the time, she found that only one night had passed.
It was already bright outside, but Ye Shuxing had disappeared. Her consciousness swept through the mountains of Buduku three or four times, and found that all the people who had rejected her last night were there, but there was no sign of him.
It's like it disappeared out of thin air.
Changxia stared at the gurgling mountain stream outside the wooden building, his eyes motionless.
It lulls people into dreams, and it goes out at dusk and goes to bed at dawn, and it is in a place called Buduku. It is hard not to think of mirages.
She took out a kite and sent a message to Xie Fengxue.
"Brother, you told me before that Baicao Garden has a secret method that can store spiritual power in spiritual beasts and then control them."
The other side replied: "This is what your senior brother told you. Who am I? I am not your senior brother. How could a junior sister abandon her senior brother to go out and play alone, not even taking care of the child?"
Changxia: ...
The kite continued to flash, and Changxia clicked it, revealing a long string of instructions for using the secret technique.
She calmly accepted the secret technique and turned off the kite.
As long as she pretended not to see it, her senior brother never blamed her.
The spiritual awareness of a cultivator at the Half-Step Tribulation Stage is already very powerful. This is said to be a method created by a cultivator at the Spirit Severing Stage. Even if Chang Xia has no foundation, he can learn most of it by just taking a glance.
She used her secret technique to transform her spiritual power into thousands of threads, which scattered into the water.
She clutched the ends of these seemingly chaotic spiritual threads tightly in her hands. She could sense any disturbance in the water.
After doing all this, Changxia concealed his breath, found a huge tree nearby, sat on a branch, closed his eyes and rested.
She is now like an excellent hunter who patiently captures her prey.
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