Innocent
Recently, a big event happened in the Western Territory. The second disciple of the Sword Immortal and the senior sister Chang Xia from Cangfeng Mountain asked Pei Miaoyi, the master of the Three-foot Sword.
The time is set for June 22, the summer solstice.
Not only in the Western Territory, the entire Cang Xuan was talking about this. After all, apart from the sword immortal Bie Jingchun, these two were the most superb swordsmen in the contemporary Cang Xuan.
At the same time, news about the sword immortal's formation has been spreading one after another, and everyone is watching to see who will be the number one in the world after this sword contest.
Changxia, who is the center of the topic, has been quietly working as a blacksmith in Tianlai Tower these days.
Unlike the north where there is snow all year round, the sun in the west is always warm.
There are mountains and forests everywhere, and dense jungles are growing wildly. In addition to a few large cities, there are various tribes scattered around this land, most of which have their own customs and traditions.
The only thing that is in common is probably the refining furnace that every tribe and city has. Influenced by the Three-foot Dao, refining has become very popular and respected in the Western Territory.
Tianlai Tower is located in Cuiwei City at the foot of Sanchidao Mountain.
From the roof of Tianlai Tower, you can see the scattered buildings of Sanchi Road.
You can also see Tianlai Tower from the Buping Pavilion on Sanchi Road.
Pei Xilai stood behind his master and asked in confusion, "Miss Changxia..."
Pei Miaoyi stood with his hands behind his back, his sword lying quietly on the railing of the attic.
His gaze was not on Cuiwei, but on the sky.
"If she doesn't come to me, I'll go to her."
Cang Xuan is not big enough to accommodate two of the best in the world.
Sometimes it's better to listen to a voice.
Pei Xilai asked: "Master, can you win?"
Pei Miaoyi then turned around, pointed at the sword with lake and mountain scenery, and smiled at him: "Look, I don't even take the sword."
Pei Xilai suddenly realized: "You mean you don't take her seriously at all?"
Pei Miao said, "I mean, against her, it makes no difference whether I hold a sword or not."
Everyone loses.
Pei Xilai: ...
He was probably already thinking about why he hadn't offended Changxia some time ago.
Pei Miaoyi actually doesn't shy away from this.
That day, Changxia came to challenge her, and he knew the first time he saw her that he could not win.
The girl is only thinking about winning now. Compared with Changxia now, she has more distracting thoughts.
In the art of swordsmanship, sometimes the difference lies in just a tiny fraction of a second.
There's nothing to be ashamed of.
After all, he is Bie Jingchun's apprentice.
"I asked you to go out with Changxia, what did you gain?"
Pei Xilai said, "I've heard a lot of secrets, but I feel even more confused."
"Also, I haven't thought about Aoi in a few days."
Pei Miao raised his eyes to look at his apprentice and smiled for no apparent reason: "Silly boy, who cares whether you miss your little lover or not."
He deliberately raised Pei Xilai to be simple, letting him understand the world from books instead of dealing with people.
He was never exposed to dirty and dark things.
After all, this was a child who had just arrived in Sanchidao, and the unbearable sword in the sword tomb flew out on its own and recognized him as its master.
It is so painful that it is beyond words.
Although the fall from the cliff erased his memory and made him as innocent as a child, the cries of grief caused by the destruction of his family and the deaths of his loved ones constantly cry out in his soul.
Those sad pasts have only been forgotten, not disappeared.
Pei Miaoyi hoped that he could live a simple and happy life before Pei Xilai remembered him.
"Master, this isn't a love story between a man and a woman, but... well, how should I put it? Before, my world only consisted of you and Aoi, so my mind was filled with her. But now I realize this world is so vast, so vast that you and I are as insignificant as ants.
She's still in my mind, but she's a smaller part of it. I still think about her, but I also think about other more important things."
"Master, I won't be able to hold back because of Aoi."
Pei Miao was stunned for a moment. He had been waiting for his apprentice to grow up, but when his apprentice really grew up, he hoped that he would be as carefree as before.
He stretched out his hand, tapped Pei Xilai's forehead, and said with a helpless smile: "You, you."
If his disciple stayed in Sanchidao for his whole life, he would find a way to protect him for the rest of his life.
Unfortunately, his apprentice is also an eagle, destined to soar into the sky.
"It's unspeakable... If it can't be used, then it can't be used. That sword is nothing special."
There is nothing to be ashamed of. He is still Pei Xilai, the master of swordsmanship, and also Pei Miaoyi's only disciple.
Pei Xilai shook his head and said, "Master, the sword and the person have always been a two-way relationship. Not only did Ke Yan choose me, I also chose it."
He immediately lowered his head and said self-deprecatingly, "Although I don't know what I have done that is worth complaining about."
"But it is my sword. Until I die, until it breaks, we will be inseparable."
Pei Miaoyi didn't continue talking. He suddenly looked at the scenery of lake and mountains lying quietly at the railing, as if thinking about something.
——
In Tianlai Building, the old man scratched his head and looked at Changxia who was forging iron.
"Do you really want to fight that Pei Xiaoer?"
Chang Xia didn't answer him, so he changed the topic and continued to ask: "How sure are you?"
Chang Xia soaked the red-hot iron sheet in water and glanced at him: "Aren't you an immortal? You can't even see this?"
The old man said, "How can I know what happened between your tribulation and perfection?"
But he did not deny that he was an immortal.
Chang Xia's eyes were calm: "As long as I don't want to lose, no one can beat me."
The old man didn't know what to say for a moment.
Too much rigidity can easily lead to failure, and he couldn't help but want to suppress her: "You are not your master..."
Chang Xia said: "My master was the mountain that weighed down my head, so now that the mountain is gone, I am the new mountain."
The old man couldn't help but say: "Are you saying that the respected teacher passed away well?"
——
The red-hot iron sheet was stuck in the pillar in front of him just as he finished speaking. The old man looked at the iron sheet that was still swinging due to the residual force, and his heart couldn't help but tremble.
He glanced at Chang Xia, cursing himself in his heart for not being able to control his mouth, and quickly waved his hands and said, "It's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."
Changxia picked up the remaining sword blank, and the next moment he smashed it hard with the sword-making hammer.
She was feeling depressed but couldn't vent it.
After a long time, she looked at the old man and asked, "Am I not good enough?"
The old man said, "You are very powerful."
Chang Xia said: "Then why do you hide so many things from me?"
The old man was silent for a few breaths, then continued, "Xia Xia, some things can't be solved by just being powerful. The sun's duty is to rise in the east and set in the west, and Bie Jingchun's responsibility is to form the formation at such an opportune moment. We... also have our own things to do."
Chang Xia asked: "Then what is my responsibility?"
The old man's gaze suddenly became deep, his cloudy eyes motionless, as if he was looking at the not-too-distant future.
"To live is your duty."
Changxia sneered and looked down at the iron sword in his hand that was gradually taking shape.
"You people always like to make decisions for others."
No matter whether others are happy or not.
How arrogant.
She took out the white piece that the old man had given her eight hundred years ago from her storage bag, picked it up with two fingers, and handed it out.
"Actually, Zuo Qin lied to me, right?"
"The deal has been made. Bu Du Ku really does know the whole truth, but due to Zuo Qin's misleading, I gave up the search myself."
"So what did you take from me in that deal?"
Changxia suddenly laughed.
"Let me guess, is it—"
"My dream."
The old man's face suddenly changed, and his turbid eyes stared at Changxia nervously. Changxia was used to his mysterious appearance, but the old man's nervousness at this moment made her find it very interesting.
As expected, it is so boring to be kept in suspense by others, but it is so interesting to keep others in suspense.
She walked down from the sword-making furnace and placed the chess piece into the old man's palm.
"Why worry so much? I won't do anything bad."
The old man felt that something was gradually going wrong.
"Xia...Xia Xia, listen to me, calm down first."
Changxia looked up and saw a skylight in the dome of Tianlai Tower, through which he could see the stars in the sky.
She was not good at astrology, but she learned a lot from Zuo Qin and Xie Fengxue, and could roughly distinguish the Three Enclosures and Twenty-Eight Mansions.
But she didn't know which star her destiny fell on, and Xie Fengxue never told her.
Now she only felt that the Milky Way in the sky was brilliant and gorgeous.
I want to shoot them all down and watch a meteor shower.
Chang Xia called the old man's name for the first time: "Zhu You, you all want me to live innocently, but no one can be innocent forever."
She laughed brightly. The girl in goose yellow clothes laughed as brightly as the spring sunshine in March.
"At least you raised me to be the best in the world. You should know that the words naive and best in the world don't go together."
Watching the people around you die one by one, and then convincing yourself that it doesn’t matter, this is the inevitable ending.
Why
Why should destiny be predetermined?
Why should they die?
Why should she accept it?
Changxia couldn't accept it, so she wanted to try something else.
For example, turning over the table.
Eight hundred years ago, and eight hundred years later.
She said softly, "Maybe some people can always live in the dreams created by others, but that's not me."
The yellow-robed swordsman pressed hard on the chess piece.
Her world suddenly became pitch black.
She fell into that familiar dream again.
——
Under the sacred tree in the southern border.
Because few people come here, no one has noticed that the entire Sky Realm Sacred Tree has been sealed.
Xie Fengxue's green dress was already very old. If she hadn't carefully maintained it with magic, it would have been torn if it was pulled casually.
Two old men with white beards held whisks and stood in front of him.
"You are not a member of the Ji family. If you play with time, time will only play with you. Xie Fengxue, your life span is short."
Xie Fengxue lowered his eyebrows, his emotions unclear, and responded: "Yes, I am dying, what should I do?"
The old man on the left couldn't contain his excitement and said, "The life span of the Tribulation Crossing Stage is only 10,000 years. You have borrowed 9,000 years of life with the secret method. Even if you advance to the Tribulation Crossing Stage, you won't live long."
"Become an immortal, Xie Fengxue."
"Immortals have infinite lifespans, you only have the ability to become an immortal!"
"Yes." The young man in green clothes with wide sleeves raised his head.
He gave a gentle smile, and his dark eyes looked at the two immortals without blinking.
"I can only become an immortal."
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