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In the third year after Xie Fengxue left the dream, Ji Sheng saw Changxia again in his dream.
The yellow-clothed swordsman stood at the end of Suzaku Street, holding a sword. Ji Sheng couldn't help but stop breathing for a moment.
He was the crown prince of the Ji Dynasty, and everyone praised him for inheriting the legacy of his ancestors at such a young age.
He rarely loses his composure like this.
He suppressed his excitement and noticed that Changxia had changed the sword in his hand.
“Why don’t you cut your birthday?”
Chang Xia said: "I'm going to have a fight with someone in a couple of days. Cai Shou shouldn't go after his own people."
She stroked the iron sword she had just forged. After eight hundred years, her forging skills had improved somewhat. This sword was better than Bie Jingchun's.
"Anyway, I'm the best at any sword."
Ji Sheng retorted softly, "Isn't there still the Sword Immortal?"
"He's dead."
Ji Sheng looked up in disbelief, but Chang Xia laughed: "Why are you so shocked? Everyone will die, including Bie Jingchun."
Ji Sheng opened his mouth but said nothing in the end - but that was Bie Jingchun.
I admire the lofty mountains and the beautiful scenery.
In the hearts of Cang Xuan people, how high Cang Xuan’s sky is, how powerful Bie Jianxian’s sword is.
In an era when immortals and gods resided high in the sky, Bie Jingchun was the Cang Xuan people's own immortal.
After being at a loss for a while, Ji Sheng managed to utter, "My condolences."
Chang Xia said: "There is nothing to mourn. He wants to die on his own, and I can't stop him."
She stretched out her hand and pointed her finger into the air.
The scene in the dream instantly turned into the snow-capped and sword-like Cangfeng Mountain.
Ji Sheng was so angry that he jumped up and down: "How dare you change my dream so arbitrarily!"
Chang Xia recalled the previous times she had entered her dreams, when Ji Sheng had also casually controlled the dream to restrict her. She said nonchalantly, "It's just a matter of reciprocity."
She carried Ji Sheng to the top of Zangfeng Mountain.
"Go and have fun by yourself."
Ji Sheng: ...
"You call resisting the sword energy of Cangfengshan a joke?"
Chang Xia pointed to three wooden houses standing side by side on the mountain and said, "See that house? My senior brother and I have lived there since we were young."
Ji Sheng: ...
"I have to see if you've made any progress in the past few years." She lowered her eyes and said, "If you're too bad, it'll be a disgrace to Xie Fengxue and me."
Ji Sheng was unconvinced: "No one knows that you two taught me... Besides, shouldn't you have known whether I'm a capable person or not?"
After that, he came over and said to Chang Xia eagerly: "Senior sister, tell me, what achievements will I make in the future?"
Chang Xia stared at Ji Sheng, as if he had some evil taste in his mouth, and said slowly, "You will completely destroy the Ji family's thousand-year foundation."
Ji Sheng first exclaimed in surprise, then touched his chin and said, "Not bad."
This time, Changxia felt bored.
Sure enough, it’s not fun anymore when children grow up.
She kicked Ji Sheng into the sword energy. She had no time to coax the child today.
Changxia looked at the foot of the mountain. All the scenes in the dream were changing. The place under Cangfeng Mountain might not be Yunting, but somewhere else.
For example - a group of dangerous mountains and a group of deep lakes.
Although the formation was set up eight hundred years later, the dream belonged to Ji Sheng eight hundred years ago. She and Xie Fengxue were just passers-by.
It is difficult for her and Xie Fengxue to influence people from eight hundred years ago, but Ji Sheng can.
This also means that she can connect to someone else's dream eight hundred years ago through Ji Sheng's dream.
Coincidentally, she hadn't learned any of Zuo Qin's other skills, and was only fairly proficient in illusion.
Dreams are also a kind of illusion.
She opened her arms, closed her eyes and leaned back on the cliff of Zangfeng Mountain.
Her hair and sleeves were flying in the wind.
In fact, she often played like this when she was a child. She was never afraid of the cliff at the bottom of the mountain because her senior brother would catch her at the bottom of the mountain.
This time, she still stopped at the moment before landing, just like when she was a child.
Then land safely.
She straightened her sleeves and whispered to the snowy mountain in front of her as if she were talking to a lover: "Even in my dreams, you don't want me to get hurt. Xie Fengxue, how much do you love me?"
Cangshan didn't answer her, but she didn't care. Instead, she picked up a leaf and covered her eyes. When she took the leaf away, the surroundings became full of spring scenery.
A young man in coarse linen clothes was tending the land in front of her, surrounded by green buckwheat.
The face was so gentle that Changxia recognized him at first sight.
"Senior Feng Yibai."
The young man looked up and smiled gently.
"The Sword Immortal's disciple actually knows a nobody like me."
Chang Xia said: "It should be that the junior did not expect that the senior actually recognized me."
Eight hundred years ago, she was a rookie, not even in the Fusion Stage, so how could she be worthy of being acquainted by an old senior in the Tribulation Stage?
"Have you met my senior brother?"
"Why is it your brother and not someone else?"
Chang Xia remained calm: "I guessed."
It is possible to make a senior who was famous all over the world four thousand years ago specially remember a junior whom he has never met.
Not many people can do this, and there is a good chance of getting it right if you guess randomly.
She stood in front of Feng Yibai and said, "When I was little, I played mahjong with my senior brothers and master. They were both proficient in numbers. I'm not good at it, but I could still fight them on equal terms."
She suddenly smiled nostalgically and said, "It's because I'm lucky."
"It was a wonderful time because I was lucky and encountered many happy things."
"So when someone later told me that I wasn't born lucky, but someone had changed my fate, I wanted to know who that person was."
Feng Yibai asked: "What will you do after you find that person?"
"I don't know. Should I be grateful to him?" Chang Xia fiddled with the buckwheat on the ground, and the tiny white flowers on the top danced with her fingers.
"Destiny is a stone weighing down the shoulders of all Cang Xuan people. I've hated this destiny for thousands of years, and now another person is trying to manipulate my fate. I can't just say that because this person manipulates me and benefits me, I have to accept or even like this arrangement. Wouldn't my previous hatred of Cang Xuan's destiny make me a selfish joke?"
"But if I'm not grateful, I'd seem like an ungrateful person again."
"So in the end I'm still a joke."
"I can't help it. I'm a very proud person. In order to avoid living like a joke, I have no choice but to try to escape from all this."
Her expression suddenly became sinister. The girl who was always gentle and bright and loved to wear warm goose yellow clothes did not look ferocious with such an expression. She sneered as if mocking the world, stretched out her hand and pointed at the sky, and the sun was replaced by the starry sky.
A fortune teller can see destiny from the star map, but Changxia is not a fortune teller, she is a swordsman.
She used her finger as a sword and with a light stroke, the darkness was torn apart like a curtain.
"I will kill anyone who stands in my way."
Feng Yibai looked at her for a long time before he slowly said, "He always said that you were a girl with a gentle temper."
In fact, Xie Fengxue said with a smile: "My junior sister is someone you will never forget after meeting her once. Among the group of people, she is the most gentle, kind and beautiful one, like the clear water of a lake in spring!"
Clear lake water
Is this the killer embryo in front of me?
When Xie Fengxue was mentioned, Chang Xia instantly suppressed his murderous intent and turned back into his harmless self.
"In my eyes, my senior brother is also a kind person who is gentle, knowledgeable, and willing to help others."
In your eyes... So you actually know what kind of person Xie Fengxue is in the eyes of others, right?
Even though Feng Yibai felt that he had lived for thousands of years and was very experienced, he couldn't help but twitch his eyes when he met such a pair of lovers.
Chang Xia didn't want to embarrass the old man, so she stopped talking about this topic. Her eyes fell on the buckwheat: "Senior, are you growing buckwheat to make wine?"
"Yes, the wine that can't be painted," Feng Yibai said, "although you all call it heartbreaking wine."
There are countless painters in the world, but none of them can paint a picture of sadness.
Those who cannot be painted are heartbroken.
Changxia felt that calling it Heartbreak Wine was quite appropriate.
She had never drunk Feng Yibai's wine, so she asked, "Can you taste the wine in your dreams?"
Feng Yibai shook his head: "Not today."
He made a deal with Xie Fengxue that he could only give the wine to Changxia when he met her for the third time.
Although I don't know what that person is up to, since I have already accepted the benefits from him, I naturally have to abide by the agreement.
"But I can give you something else." Feng Yibai stretched out his hand, and a ball of white light appeared in his palm.
"Zhao Zhao's last memory fragment. I know you've been looking for this."
The Zhao Zhao he mentioned should be Princess Mingyue, Ji Zhao.
Chang Xia took it calmly, even with a perfect smile on his face. Feng Yibai was just lamenting that this task didn't seem as difficult as Xie Fengxue said, when the next moment -
Changxia pulled out the iron sword she had been stroking.
The whole dream collapsed.
The second before Feng Yibai was kicked out of the dream, he looked at the serene smile on the girl in yellow clothes and couldn't help but think that Xie Fengxue really knew what kind of person his junior sister was!
Changxia stood in the depths of the dream. The green buckwheat was gone, and the mountains and rivers that did not bring suffering were the same as before.
The iron sword in his hand also fell silent.
That's right. What she intended to connect from the beginning was not Feng Yibai's dream, but the mountains and rivers of Buduku - and Ye Shuxing, who had not yet become a human being at that time.
The reason why she was willing to talk nonsense with Feng Yibai for so long was because those words were not spoken to Feng Yibai at all. What kind of worries could she tell to an old senior who had passed away and whom she had just met for the first time?
She was telling this to Xie Fengxue who was behind him.
The moment she saw Feng Yibai, she knew that he was called over at short notice to stop her.
Feng Yibai was so focused on her that he ignored his surroundings. If Feng Yibai had truly planted buckwheat here, he wouldn't have risked his own life to save his child eight hundred years later.
Even though Ye Shuxing's ability is dreams, if Feng Yibai has time to take a good look in his dreams, he can also discover Ji Zhao's thoughts from those tiny spiritual lights.
Is it because I only have the memory of Princess Mingyue in my body, so I didn't notice those tiny streams of light?
Just like it's hard to notice a dormant firefly during the day.
Changxia observed the memory ball in his hand. All of this happened just like the precise gears in the hands of a mechanic, fitting together perfectly.
She doesn't believe in coincidences.
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