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Almost the moment she closed her eyes, the familiar feeling of disappointment came over her.
Unlike the confusion he felt when he first entered the dream, Changxia now actually had the mood to think about how old Ji Sheng would be when he met him this time.
As long as the person is not old and dying, she plans to beat him up first.
When she landed and opened her eyes, she found herself standing on Suzaku Street.
The young man Ji Sheng tugged at someone's sleeve and said indignantly, "Brother, you don't know, I lost to that woman again today! She's too much. She actually wanted my mighty general today!"
The young man in the wide-sleeved green clothes pushed the boy's hand away with disdain: "She asked you for it, how could you not give it to her?"
The young man Ji Sheng said, "She's so mean, and she won the bet, how could I refuse her? But! But she actually turned around and gave my mighty general to Taoli Chunfeng's chef to stew!"
"My mighty general, he died such a tragic death! Brother, you must help me."
Xie Fengxue crossed his arms and said leisurely, "How can I help you? I can't leave the dream. Besides, she and I are real brothers and sisters. You just picked her up along the way. Let me help you teach her a lesson. Is there anything wrong with your brain?"
Changxia didn't remember Ji Sheng's mighty general, but she knew about his kindness.
It is a restaurant in the East Territory, and their roast chicken is a specialty.
She deliberately walked behind the two of them and coughed in a pretentious manner.
Ji Sheng seemed to be under a spell, and after a long time he turned his head stiffly: "You you you you you..."
Chang Xia glanced at him and said, "What are you talking about? You were just saying bad things about me."
This person's surprise did not seem fake. It seemed that this was the first time Ji Sheng and her met in a dream.
Ji Sheng glanced cautiously at Xie Fengxue, but the latter seemed nonchalant and said, "You heard it just now. He said it all. I didn't say a word."
Chang Xia didn't want to let him go: "You are right! You haven't replied to my messages since leaving Xiaoling Mountain. Xie Fengxue, how can you be a senior brother like this?"
Xie Fengxue frowned slightly: "When did I leave Xiaoling Mountain..."
He was stunned for a moment, then calmed down and said, "I'm busy. Zuo Qin handed this idiot over to me, saying he wanted to train him to be like what was described in the history books."
He glanced at Ji Sheng from head to toe, then looked away with disgust.
"Look at him now."
Changxia nodded seriously.
"Hey, hey!" Ji Sheng complained, "I'm not that bad."
Chang Xia's mind flickered, and the dice and dice cup materialized in her hands. That's the good thing about dreams: you get whatever you want.
"You are best at gambling now, let's play a round."
Ji Sheng shook his head: "Don't think I don't know, you two are now from eight hundred years later. I can't even compare to you eight hundred years ago, how can I compare to you eight hundred years later!"
Chang Xia knocked him hard on the head: "You know you can't beat you, but you still don't work hard. Do you know how big a career you will achieve in the future?"
Ji Sheng covered his ears and shouted, "I don't know. Don't tell me. Let me be a playboy who only knows how to eat, drink and gamble!"
Wow, he actually knows not to go to a prostitute. How should I put it, he can barely be considered as having all four vices.
Xie Fengxue spread his hands helplessly to Changxia, and his meaning was very clear: it was really not an easy task to teach Ji Sheng well.
Changxia didn't know who was controlling the dream now. Although Ji Sheng was the owner of the dream, if Xie Fengxue wanted to seize control of the dream, Ji Sheng probably wouldn't be able to do so.
The three of them walked aimlessly on Zhuque Street, surrounded by the endless sounds of hawking and conversation.
Changxia walked to the stall selling masks, picked up a fox mask at random, and covered Xie Fengxue's face with it.
Xie Fengxue did not stop her. The young man's originally clear voice became muffled through the mask.
"If you like, I can think of a way to help you get out of the dream."
Chang Xia tilted his head and smiled: "It's just an illusion, I don't want it."
"Besides," she paused, casually tossing the fox mask back onto the stall, "this thing is unlucky for me."
Xie Fengxue fell silent.
Changxia suddenly waved his hand, and the surrounding scenery receded like a tide. Even Ji Sheng was trapped in a square barrier in the distance, and was beating the barrier hard.
Chang Xia ignored him. She looked straight into Xie Fengxue's eyes and said, "Brother, why don't you ask me why the fox mask is unlucky for me?"
Xie Fengxue laughed and said, "Didn't you just wipe out the Nine-tailed Red Fox clan a few days ago?"
Chang Xia said, "Before their clan leader died, he cursed me with his own life. How unlucky."
Xie Fengxue said, "When we get back to Cang Xuan, I'll ask Zuo Qin to help you. Besides, isn't Master also in Chi Zhouhai? Let him calm it down, and it shouldn't be a problem."
Chang Xia feigned anger and said, "You're not looking at the kite! I just told you yesterday that Master has suppressed it for me."
Xie Fengxue was silent for a moment, then said, "It's my fault. I'll buy you a hairpin when I get home."
Chang Xia suddenly smiled and said, "Of course it's your fault, because the leader of the Nine-tailed Red Fox was killed by Master. I never saw him and never told you this."
She stretched out her hand and snapped her fingers, and Suzaku Street instantly returned to its former prosperity. Ji Sheng also came out of the barrier. He didn't dare to curse at Changxia, but only looked at her with a look of grievance as if he had been bullied.
Chang Xia patted his head and said in a coaxing tone: "Don't feel wronged. How about I teach you swordsmanship?"
Ji Sheng turned his head away and snorted, accepting it reluctantly.
Only after Changxia coaxed Ji Sheng to another place and swung her sword herself could Xie Fengxue approach her and say a few words.
"Why didn't you use the honey trap this time?"
Chang Xia said with a cold face: "You don't buy it."
Xie Fengxue chuckled softly, "I'm definitely the one who falls for this."
He added, "Xia Xia, being too smart is sometimes not a good thing."
Chang Xia said with a forced smile: "How can I compare to you divination students? You guys are fooling me all the time."
Xie Fengxue said, "It's not a bad thing to be confused."
Changxia looked into his eyes. Xie Fengxue had an elegant appearance, like a green pine tree on a towering mountain. Although Changxia knew that this man had a lot of problems in private, in the eyes of outsiders, the eldest brother of Zangfeng Mountain had always been noble and unconventional.
The only thing is that he has a pair of extremely sparkling eyes. The corners of his hooked eyes are full of clear and flowing thoughts, and thousands of kinds of spring beauty seem to be hidden in them.
Changxia reached out and covered his eyes.
"Xie Fengxue, don't make up lies to deceive me."
Xie Fengxue curled the corners of his lips, and Changxia felt the palm of his hand being scratched by the man's eyelashes.
Itchy.
"Xia Xia, I never lie to you. If I hide something from you now, you will get the answer in the future. You don't have to worry."
Changxia suddenly didn't want to ask any further questions.
In fact, there is no need to ask further questions, because nothing can be answered anyway.
Just like Xie Fengxue couldn't stop her from continuing to investigate the truth, they tacitly ignored these things and tacitly didn't interfere with each other's actions.
Because they understand too much, they act too cautiously.
This is true for everyone, whether close or distant.
When Ji Sheng came back after swinging his sword, he saw them bantering naturally and harmoniously again.
"Brothers and sisters, what shall we do next?"
Chang Xia pointed at Xie Fengxue and said, "I don't know. Ask him. He is your half-brother."
Ji Sheng: ...
What does half and half mean?
Before he could ask, Xie Fengxue took out a booklet from somewhere.
"Let me see. You need to learn astronomy, geography, medicine, divination, agriculture, and history. Besides that, there are things like the Six Arts of a Gentleman and the various schools of thought. You don't need to master them all, but you should at least have a general understanding. There's also the art of governing an emperor and how to rule your subordinates. These are the most important things, and you can't neglect your cultivation..."
Ji Sheng said with a bitter face: "Where do I have so much time!"
Xie Fengxue closed the booklet and said with finality: "In a dream!"
Ji Sheng: ...
This really is a dream.
Changxia stayed in the dream the longest this time. She and Xie Fengxue taught Ji Sheng for three years before they managed to train him into a young talent.
Ji Sheng often sighed: "I am not old yet, but my heart is old!"
Chang Xia said coolly at the side: "I am now over 1,200 years old."
Ji Sheng regretted his bad mouth. Why did he mention age in front of an immortal cultivator?
He changed the subject: "Senior Sister, do you think I can beat you eight hundred years ago when I go out this time?"
Chang Xia bluntly punctured his fantasy: "I guess not. As far as I remember, you only won the last game."
Ji Sheng sighed, and the six-sided bone dice spun nimbly between his five fingers. "It would be meaningless if I knew the result."
Changxia: ...
Blame me
Ji Sheng continued, "Sister, you said that knowing the outcome of a bet is so boring. Diviners like Brother Xie, who can see destiny, see that things are unfolding exactly as they predicted. Wouldn't they also feel that this world is boring?"
Chang Xia sneered: "As for someone like my senior brother, even if he saw someone was going to be destroyed in the next moment, he would probably just watch coldly. What does life have to do with him?"
Ji Sheng asked, "Do they always follow fate? Senior Brother Xie doesn't seem like such an obedient person."
Chang Xia explained: "Of course he is not such an obedient person, but what does this have to do with him? If it doesn't matter, why would he take action?"
Suddenly, an idea struck her.
What if it's related to Xie Fengxue?
For example, she.
Changxia remembered that his life had been changed.
Since she has changed her ways, it means someone has seen her destiny.
What if that person is Xie Fengxue?
There are many people in this world who love her, but there are only a few who love her enough to change her fate.
Xie Fengxue happened to be one of them.
Although Zuo Qin always said that no one can change destiny now, what about the future?
The secret art of time is infinitely mysterious. She is now communicating face to face with Ji Sheng from eight hundred years ago. In her dream, there is also Xie Fengxue who looks like she is from more than ten days ago.
Using the future to change the past doesn't seem impossible.
She wanted to call out Xie Fengxue's name, call him over, and use questioning or forced interrogation to get at least part of the truth.
But he was driven out of the dream the next moment.
The last thing she saw in this dream was Xie Fengxue's smiling face.
There's that annoying, all-in-control look again.
Changxia thought, she really hated fortune-telling the most.
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