loving father
The white crane transformed into Shen Siyan and followed behind Song Jia, looking around curiously.
“You seem very familiar with this place.”
Song Jia: ...
"Is it possible that this is my home?"
That's why Shen Siyan asked him to cooperate.
For him, breaking those formations and spells that even Sect Master Yunting would have a headache about was as easy as eating and drinking, because this was his home, the place where Zuo Qin personally held his hand and took him through it over and over again.
There were almost no obstacles along the way, and they reached the highest observatory, which even Bai He found incredible.
“It’s that simple”
This is one of the most central places in Yunting.
Song Jia didn't respond.
It's that simple.
Because he is Song Jia, A Da from Zuoqin, and his only disciple.
Above this starry sky that he had looked up at countless times, the sky was filled with twinkling stars, converging into the distant Milky Way, like a dim person walking forward with a candle.
Those were the constellations that Zuo Qin had taught him before: Pleiades, Rooster, Goat, and Swallow.
Bai He continued to chatter, "Can the two of us destroy this thing? This thing might be even more durable than Chi Zhouhai's."
"Old Song, His Majesty the Demon King said that if it doesn't work, we should go back and think of another way."
"Old Song"
"Old..." Bai He turned his head and was stunned by the scene in front of him.
Song Jia stretched out his hand, and with a light stroke, the stars in the courtyard poured towards him.
The young man's black hair had spread out at some point. He closed his eyes, with the stars lingering around him. At this moment, the stars in the sky seemed to have become a backdrop.
He is like the master of the stars.
Bai He swallowed.
"Old Song, if you had this ability, you should have told me earlier."
Then he took a few steps back.
Almost in the next moment, the white-feathered phoenix suddenly spread its holy and magnificent wings, and with a few "whoosh" movements that were so unclear that you couldn't even see the shadow, it threw Song Jia on its back. This set of movements was smooth and flowing, but it was rude and inconsistent with his beautiful and elegant appearance.
Song Jia felt dizzy for a moment, and the white crane raised its head and let out a clear cry, then suddenly shot out like a sharp arrow.
Song Jia felt dizzy after being thrown down like that. Before he completely lost consciousness, he thought to himself that he clearly couldn't understand bird language.
Why do I feel like I understood Bai He’s scream—Run!
——
"Can God's will be sincere?"
This star map can be destroyed by only a handful of people, but the only one who can tear it apart silently is Song Jia.
Changxia could split it in half with one sword, but with that one sword, half of Yunting would probably be gone along with the star map.
Song Jia just made a few light gestures, and the stars began to flow around him. The power of the stars was added to his body. It must be said that this was an extreme preference.
The next moment after Shen Siyan asked this question, he realized that he had asked the wrong person.
The Ji family has been blessed with natural advantages for 90,000 years, and it is also the sincerity of heaven towards mortals. He felt that he should not discuss this issue with Ji Sheng. This thing is like asking your mother whether she loves you more or your brother.
He looked up at the sky, oh, no, does your father love you more or your brother.
Then he couldn't help but think that this was not right. Now it seemed that their father obviously loved Changxia more.
It's a pity that his daughter now wants to kill him.
What an ethical drama.
Ji Sheng didn't know what Shen Siyan was thinking about. But at the moment when the galaxy poured down, he and all the returning undead on the ghost ship felt it.
The gaze that had been searching for them became dull.
The approach is right.
He lowered his eyes and thought to himself, it turns out that the stars are His eyes.
It turns out that after thousands of years, He is no longer so omniscient and omnipotent.
He said to Shen Si, "Let's go to work."
When night falls, these creatures who cannot stand the light will naturally start to take action.
——
Li Bai pursed her lips and once again stood before the ancient sword-forging building. She looked at the disheveled old man sitting on the stone steps and said softly, "Senior..."
There seemed to be more cracks on the old man's neck than last time.
Noticing her gaze, Zhu You scratched his neck nonchalantly.
"Small problem."
He looked at Li Bai and suddenly smiled strangely, "Are you ready to sacrifice, little girl?"
Perhaps because of his own identity, he attached particular importance to the word "sacrifice".
Li Bai lowered her eyes, the Wu Ji sword was in her palm, she stared at the hilt for a long time.
The most perfect person has no self, this is the sword she chose.
She said each word firmly.
"I will offer everything as a sacrifice."
If only one of her and her senior sister could survive, she would choose her senior sister.
If only one of her senior sister and Cang Xuan could survive, she would choose her senior sister.
Zhu You's smile instantly filled his withered face. Like a demon in a storybook, luring people to hell, he suddenly said in a high-pitched voice, "That's right, Li Bai. We are the ones who are to be sacrificed, so we must be prepared for sacrifice."
Li Bai was so frightened by his crazy look that she couldn't help but take a step back.
The old man, however, didn't care. He looked out the window at the blue sky, pointed, and shouted, "Heaven and earth are unkind, treating all things as straw dogs. Zuoqin! Heaven and earth are unkind, treating all things as straw dogs!"
Suddenly he grabbed Li Bai's shoulders, his expression frantic: "Why, why should we be treated like straw dogs!"
"senior."
Li Bai suddenly spoke.
"If we don't become sacrifices, we won't even be born."
Zhu You suddenly stopped and turned into that mediocre and sloppy old man again. He put down his hands and straightened his sleeves.
"Then you want to accept your fate, Li Bai?"
"recognize."
Li Bai hung her head.
"From the day I was created, I knew I would die. I'm not as strong as my senior sister, and I can't resist fate. I accept my fate."
Then she raised her head and smoothed the hair around her ears.
A girl of seventeen or eighteen is as young as the rising sun in the mortal world, and is even more so a protected seedling in the world of immortal cultivation where life span is long. She hasn't even finished her studies at Yunting Academy yet, but her eyes are full of forbearance and contemplation that shouldn't be in her age.
"But Senior Sister doesn't seem to want me to accept my fate."
Sometimes, Senior Sister would smile and say to her, "Xiao Libai, I really hope you can grow up more slowly."
But she couldn't slow down. The immortals high above had already determined the date of her death, and time was always chasing her.
"Senior, so I want to try."
Zhu You sneered.
"In the end, it's not a 'sacrifice'."
For others, how stupid.
Zuoqin, it is worthy of being called Zuoqin.
——
"Do you hate Zuoqin?"
"Hate him for what he did."
Changxia twirled the sword, and the overflowing sword energy split the snowflakes in half.
Um.
No hate.
I didn't hate him so much that I couldn't even control my sword energy.
After his life span was no longer cut, Changxia's temper seemed to be getting worse and worse.
If Song Jia were here and knew what Xie Fengxue was thinking, he would definitely sigh.
A close friend!
But Xie Fengxue obviously didn't care about his junior sister's bad temper.
He asked again: "Since when did you start to hate Zuo Qin? Do you want to kill him?"
She should be the last person in the world who should hate Zuo Qin.
Changxia continued to twirl the sword.
"What's there to hate? He always sleeps on his left quilt."
She stopped and suddenly said to Xie Fengxue, "Brother, you always ask me if I want to kill someone. Why?"
She closed her eyes.
"Is it because they 'killed' me?
She opened her eyes again and met Xie Fengxue's dark eyes. There was no radiant light in them, only emptiness.
The immortals are immortal, but her senior brother’s soul is already empty.
"so--"
"In those branches of time and space that I don't know about, watching me die again and again, isn't it painful?"
Xie Fengxue stared at her eyes in a daze, then suddenly curled his lips into a smile, "Bitter, of course it's bitter, it's even more bitter than when I stole Aunt Qiongfang's lotus seeds when I was a kid."
He put up a hand and covered his eyes.
"Just once...just once, how could he be so cruel to you alone?"
He couldn't accept that no matter how many times he had to do it, his junior sister would inevitably die.
What is even more unacceptable is that the person who created this fate was Zuo Qin.
She is the Zuoqin whom he admires, longs for, respects, loves and adores.
Changxia held her senior brother's hand, just like her senior brother held her hand when they were children.
"He's bad."
How can I hate Zuoqin?
How can I not hate Zuoqin?
Changxia was not as fearless as she thought, at least when facing Zuoqin.
Those details that she never wanted to think deeply about were forcibly connected, revealing a truth that she herself could not accept.
Ten thousand years ago, mortals went against the will of Heaven and forcibly stripped away the selfish and biased part of Him, turning Him into a ruthless eye hanging high in the sky.
She had known this for a long time.
But she has not yet found out where the part of the Heavenly Dao that was stripped away is.
Why Zuoqin’s predictions are always accurate.
Why is it that only Zuo Qin can be in harmony with the dragon vein?
Why was Zuo Qin attacked by the broken laws of heaven as soon as he arrived at Chi Zhouhai?
Why was it that a dream that transcends time and space, which even the emperors of all generations could not achieve, was created by a prince who died young?
Why, as a sacrifice to please God, would Zhu You listen so much to Zuo Qin?
When she stepped into the Tianlai Tower formation, she realized that the way of heaven is constant, with gains and losses. The time and space spell is the fairest magic in the world. Apart from heaven itself, what mortal can afford to pay the price for such a magnificent formation?
The two words "Heaven comes" are so straightforward in Zuo Qin's words.
Sometimes Changxia couldn't help but wonder about him.
Try to imagine what he would be thinking when he was torn apart by mortals and walked the world as a "mortal" for so many years.
Try to figure out why he is still willing to act with these humble ants, slaves of fate.
And - what was he thinking when he said goodbye to himself.
He had clearly set the day for Zhongtian Ziwei to return, but he left early and even pretended to arrange such a good show.
He cruelly wrote the fate of all of them, yet he still played the role of a strict teacher and a kind father. The thousands of years of affection seemed like a joke.
Changxia thought with some sarcasm, wondering whether that man had ever had any sincerity towards her, Song Jia, his senior brother, and his master.
Then she thought her idea was ridiculous.
How dare she ask for God's sincerity.
How high and mighty he is.
He is the left quilt.
But he - was sleeping on the left quilt.
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