funeral
The setting sun was blood-red in the sky. Xie Fengxue stood on the coastline and watched the sunset sink into the sea. The orange-red hue also dyed his blue clothes a light crimson.
Yixiangjun stood beside him and watched the sunset with him.
"The scenery in the fairyland is always the same."
Xie Fengxue looked at Yixiang Jun with a half-smile: "Is that what you said, my lord?"
Yixiang Jun said: "The world is always similar."
Xie Fengxue's sparkling eyes were filled with the scene of the sea and sky merging into one, and she smiled silently.
Yixiangjun is also a very patient person.
He didn't know what Xie Fengxue's intention was in asking him to watch the sunrise today. This man was too mysterious, and he even became the host in such a short period of time - he couldn't see through this young man who ascended to heaven in the era when the ladder to heaven was cut off, and this young man seemed to have figured out his ways.
He is too smart and too powerful, so his enemies will be very difficult to deal with.
But what does it matter? Even if they can’t see through it, they are still in the same boat after all.
The two of them waited until sunset without saying another word.
Just as I was about to go home, I suddenly saw a faint light in the distance.
Yixiangjun's eyes darkened.
It was Xiao Shi who came across the moon with a lantern.
Xie Fengxue looked at the young man who was gradually approaching, and his smile suddenly became more intense.
"I was wrong. The fairy world is not static."
Yixiangjun vaguely realized that what he was about to say might be something she didn't want to hear.
"Asanobu-kun, I'll stop here today..."
He subconsciously wanted to stop her, but he heard Xie Fengxue slowly saying the next sentence -
"For example, this servant created by the Creation Technique. Currently, the Immortal Realm and Cang Xuantian are incomplete. The Immortal Realm doesn't receive human or earth energy, so the power of the Six Paths of Reincarnation can't flow through his body. He can't generate new 'souls', so he can only consume the ones he already has..."
Those sparkling eyes staring at Yixiangjun made him feel as if he was bound by this gaze and unable to break free.
"Your Majesty, tell me how many times his fragile body can still receive your spiritual nourishment."
Yixiangjun suddenly felt a chill on her back.
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he became calm again.
Yixiang Jun said to Xiao Shi, who had already walked up to him, "Can you please go back and make me a pot of calming soup? The seagulls are making me a little irritable today."
Xiao Shi looked up doubtfully: "Your Majesty..."
His Lord just smiled at him gently and touched his head as a comfort.
"obedient."
After Xiao Shi walked away with the lantern again, Yixiangjun looked at Xie Fengxue with a slightly cold gaze.
"What do you want?"
The face changes so quickly.
Xie Fengxue smiled and said, "Your Majesty, what are you worried about? I'm not some bad guy who's out to break up lovers."
Yixiangjun no longer wanted to pretend to be gentle and kind in front of Xie Fengxue, and a flash of hostility flashed across his eyes.
"Stop pretending, Xie Fengxue."
"Neither you nor I are good people. What exactly do you want to do by going through all this trouble?"
Xie Fengxue looked at him in surprise.
Oh, he's actually anxious already! It seems that the little book boy's status in the immortal's heart is higher than imagined.
Anyway, he was no longer in a hurry, so he said with a smile: "Okay, okay, let's talk about it slowly."
Yixiangjun: ...
This person must be sick.
——
When Changxia finally had some time to relax, she remembered to send a message to Qian Xiangyi.
Speaking of which, although she and Qian Xiangyi had a lot of interactions, most of the time they were in a state of mutual dislike.
Qian Xiangyi couldn't stand the three generations of the people in Zangfeng Mountain, and she couldn't understand why an old man who was thousands of years old was still so petty when doing things, and would make things difficult for others when he was unhappy.
In Zuo Qin's words, he behaves like a young master.
Those who follow me prosper, those who oppose me perish. He will hold a grudge if he is not satisfied with the slightest thing, thinking that the entire Cang Xuan revolves around him.
Now she is sending a message to this old master.
"The funeral of Master and Zuo Shanzhu has been put on hold. Master, do you have any plans?"
Yunting has been in a state of disarray for some time. The people of Morning Star Mountain have been going crazy since Zuo Qin merged with the dragon vein. The people of Yunshang Pavilion have spent most of their energy cleaning up their mess. In addition, they have to maintain the operation of the sect, so they have not been able to find time to hold such a grand ceremony.
Furthermore, most of the remaining important figures in Yunting were not here, so the ceremony would not be of sufficient significance.
Although Changxia didn't like Qian Xiangyi, he had to admit that he had trained the people in Yunshang Pavilion very well. Even in these turbulent times, without a backbone in charge, nothing major went wrong.
She sent the message in the morning, but Qian Xiangyi didn't reply until midnight.
"There's no plan, no rules, you decide."
Changxia: ...
You have to stay awake most of the night to wake her up. It must be hard for you.
So she replied: "Okay then."
What can I do?
Qian Xiangyi suddenly jumped up from the bed, supporting himself with one hand and holding a kite with the other, his eyebrows tightly furrowed.
What's going on with Wang Changxia?
He said he wouldn't do it.
One is her master, the other is her stepfather, why are they so indifferent?
He looked up Shen Siyan's name and sent him a bunch of messages.
Shen Siyan: ...
He looked at the kite and Changxia who came knocking on his door in the middle of the night, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
"So you two are fighting, why drag me into this?" You're still awake in the middle of the night!
Chang Xia said, "It's your master who is unilaterally making things difficult for me. Go find him."
Qian Xiangyi wrote in the kite: "Such a heartless and ungrateful woman, what on earth do you like about her?"
Shen Siyan: ...
He first said to Chang Xia, "My master was just being blunt. He meant what he said literally. He's been in the Eastern Territory lately and has no time to take over the affairs of Yunting. You are the closest person to the Sword Immortal and Zuo Shanzhu, so it's only right that this matter be handed over to you."
Then he gave Qian Xiangyifa: "You are the head, many things need your personal review, and besides..."
He paused and said,
"I just like her indifference, so what?"
After both sides finished, Chen Siyan asked Changxia to leave and turned off the kite.
He leaned against the dim door, and suddenly the surroundings were quiet with only the sound of his own heartbeat.
He pulled the corner of his mouth and chuckled
These two people...
They are not here to cause trouble for each other.
They just didn't want to handle the ceremony themselves.
They just don't want to accept the departure of those close to them.
Chen Siyan touched his heart, which was beating very fast.
In fact, there are more than just them.
In fact, he couldn't accept leaving the people close to him.
Isn't it
——
No matter how reluctant you are, you still have to do what needs to be done.
Tinglan was gradually getting back on track, so Qian Xiangyi asked for leave and returned to Yunting.
The two men, one offering sacrifices to the formation and the other offering sacrifices to the dragon vein, left completely without a trace of their bodies.
Perhaps Zuo Qin still had a body when he was called "Ji Zuo"...
It’s just not very convenient to dig up someone’s grave that’s four thousand years old.
Qian Xiangyi was in the Cloud Tower, her feet tired from standing and her back aching from sitting. Chen Siyan stood beside her, not daring to breathe heavily.
After a long time, the head of Yunting finally stopped in frustration and threw all the posts on the table into the arms of his eldest disciple.
"You write it."
Shen Siyan quickly shook his head: "This is not appropriate"
Qian Xiangyi blew his beard and glared, "If there is anything inappropriate, just write it when I ask you to. Are you the master or am I the master?"
Shen Siyan took a step back and said, "Master, Buddhist disciple, you have to write the Three-foot Dao Sword Master and the Queen's side yourself."
Zuo Qin's friend, the Zen master's successor, Pei Miaoyi's apprentice, Bie Jingchun's apprentice...
Qian Xiangyi felt even more annoyed.
He looked at Shen Siyan for a long while and said, "You, go call Wang Changxia over and ask her to write."
Ana Shen shook his head again: "I can't persuade her, and I can't beat her, so it's useless to go."
Qian Xiangyi: ...
He spoke as if he could beat her.
Finally, he sighed in resignation, took out his pen and ink, and began to write word by word on the white letter paper.
His calligraphy was taught by a Zen master. When he was a child, he was too playful to work hard, so his calligraphy was just barely legible.
The Zen master said it was not worthy of being accepted by the upper class. At that time, Qian Xiangyi retorted: "Who else would read it except you?"
As a result, not long ago, the whole world read the eulogy he wrote for the Zen master, and now they are going to read the ones he wrote for Bie Jingchun and Zuo Qin.
It doesn't matter if it's difficult to write. Anyway, the people who can control him are almost dead, and no one dares to say that his handwriting is ugly.
Qian Xiangyi finished writing one, pinched it in his hands, and blew it dry. Bie Jingchun and Zuo Qin had both committed suicide one after the other, and he was too lazy to hold two funerals for them.
That would be too much trouble, so we might as well combine them and do it together.
The Sword Immortal and the Lord of Morning Star Mountain never humiliated each other.
But at this moment, when he looked at the eulogy he had written for the two of them, he suddenly felt uncomfortable.
He reached out and flicked the paper; the ink was completely dry.
Qian Xiangyi suddenly chuckled.
"Just say that you two like to do things behind my back, and you two must die together."
It's like we had discussed it.
Unfortunately, no one will call him Young Master this time, and no one will contradict him.
Letters were continuously sent out from Yunting, and people from all directions came to pay their respects across mountains and rivers.
Changxia had never had a real feeling about the prestige of her master and Zuo Qin before. Now, seeing Yunshang Pavilion receiving wave after wave of guests, she was shocked to realize that the two people she was familiar with were actually so respected.
Especially Bie Jingchun, the kind-hearted sword immortal, who loves Man Cangxuan and helps him. Those who have received his help are like a surging river, rushing to him.
Attend his funeral.
This is actually the last Shura in the world. He is even more bodhisattva than Bodhisattva.
Chen Siyan folded his hands, leaned against Chang Xia, and asked: "Do you think there will be such a big scene when we die?"
Changxia: ...
"I can help you if you've lived long enough."
Shen Siyan: ...
Not necessarily.
"I just don't feel it's real right now. You know, the Sword Immortal and the Left Mountain Master often traveled far away in the past, and were not in the mountain for decades... I have always subconsciously felt that this time is the same..."
Shen Siyan suddenly said: "Changxia, they are so powerful."
Chang Xia sneered: "What are you afraid of?"
Shen Siyan suddenly smiled. He raised his eyelids and saw the sky was as blue as a clear sky.
"Maybe I'm afraid of fate."
"Xia Xia, I am a weak person, I always have been."
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