Old Days
Changxia slept for a long time. When he woke up, the wind and snow outside had stopped.
Changxia pushed open the door and saw Shen Siyan standing outside her wooden building, holding a lunch box, rubbing her hands and breathing heavily. Seeing her come out, she happily ran over and handed her the lunch box.
“Food is freshly baked dim sum!”
Chang Xia asked suspiciously: "When did you become so generous?"
Shen Siyan: "I reported your name, and they really didn't charge me!"
Changxia: ...
"I remember you went to the East."
"My master brought me back." Shen Siyan opened the food box, picked up a dessert and put it in his mouth.
“Free food is delicious.
"Because he took my master away to work as a laborer, he also removed me from my position as Chief of the Privy Council."
Chang Xia: "Your master is willing to attack you"
Chen Siyan said seriously, "Why should I be reluctant? He has so many disciples. I am just the cabbage in the field, and the yellow flower tomorrow. I will follow you from now on. Whoever bullies me, you will beat him up!"
Changxia didn't really want to talk to him.
She still has a lot of things to do, such as maintaining the Four-sided Sword Formation and protecting Cang Xuan. She has to do everything that Bie Jingchun had to do before.
And there’s the mess at Morning Star Mountain… Chang Xia pinched his brows.
Zuo Qin had been using the Gu-raising method to train those people in Morning Star Mountain for many years. Now that Zuo Qin is gone and Xie Fengxue has become an immortal, no one can suppress that group of self-righteous fortune-tellers.
She vaguely guessed that causing chaos in Morning Star Mountain might have been Zuo Qin's original intention, but she couldn't sit idly by.
Cang Xuan is already in this state, it’s always a good thing if fewer people die.
So she said to Shen Siyan: "Do you have any good ideas to deal with the fortune teller?"
Shen Siyan smiled and said, "Kill them all."
Changxia: ...
It doesn't have to be so extreme.
Shen Siyan continued, "If destiny is gone, what will become of the fortune teller who tries to understand destiny?"
He lowered his eyes and said in a cold voice: "If you have lost the value of existence, is there any need to live?"
Chang Xia said: "If I have no value, then I can't live?"
Shen Siyan laughed again, “You’ve got it reversed. If they become valuable, then you should die.”
Shen Siyan closed the food box and looked at Chang Xia innocently: "If you die, I will inherit your estate, spend your money, live in your house, and order your junior sister around."
Chang Xia was stunned by him. Although it was only a flash, the hostility in Chen Siyan's eyes just now did not seem fake, as if he had really had such a thought - worthless fortune tellers should die.
The cruel law that only animals prey on the weak would have would one day appear on someone she knew well.
Even more annoying.
Chang Xia pursed his lips and finally said, "Now that the job at the Privy Council is over, it's just right that you can come and help me run errands later."
Shen Siyan: "I am very expensive."
Chang Xia: "You still want to take my money?"
Shen Siyan: ...
He made a gesture of rejection towards Chang Xia, "Don't talk about feelings with me, it costs me money!"
Changxia ignored Chen Siyan. She pushed him away and returned to her room. Zuo Qin said that he had placed birthday gifts for her for thousands of years to come in her room.
She pushed open the door. Instead of piles of gift boxes, there was only a lonely Gongshu lock on the table.
This person... It was him who said that he had been unable to unlock the Gongshu Lock for hundreds of years, and it was also him who gave himself a Gongshu Lock in the blink of an eye.
Changxia picked up the lock, thought for a while, and took out the piece given by Xie Fengxue from the storage bag.
Perhaps out of intuition, or perhaps out of understanding of these two people, Changxia put the two Gongshu locks together.
Snap——
The lock is open.
Chang Xia stared at his palm in a daze. The one on Zuo Qin was the formation plate and talisman paper he had prepared. This person gave these every year, there was nothing new.
It was Xie Fengxue's lock. After opening it, there was a pear blossom silver hairpin. The knifework exuded a chill, probably carved by him personally.
Next to the silver hairpin was a formation plate, which was already open. The light screen in the middle of the formation plate lit up, and a tiny man in green clothes sat in the middle of the formation, drinking tea leisurely.
Chang Xia pursed his lips and finally said, "Yi Ren Han is a famous sword after all, you use it to do this kind of thing."
The green-clothed man said, "I am happy to do so."
Chang Xia asked: "Is it you?"
The green-clothed figure said, "It was just recorded in advance."
Changxia wanted to say that she was lying. It was recorded in advance, so how could he predict every word she said.
The little man in green stood up and put his face close to the light curtain, as if he would really jump out in the next moment.
Changxia's heart skipped a beat.
Xie Fengxue on the screen smiled as if he had succeeded in his trick: "I am a fortune teller, Xia Xia, I have seen this situation before."
Changxia: ...
So she still hates fortune tellers the most.
"Then when do you see me chopping this array like firewood?"
"Not at any time," the green-clothed figure added, "I didn't see it, but I just know it."
He looked at Changxia with a smile, his eyes so determined across time and space.
Xie Fengxue has changed his fate countless times in his life. He does not believe in fate. The only person in this world that he can be sure of is Changxia.
This is the tacit understanding developed from thousands of years of dependence on each other. No one is more inseparable than them.
Changxia buckled Gongshu Suo with a sullen face, not wanting to see Xie Fengxue's smug face again.
Some people are meant to be kept in memories.
After a while, Changxia couldn't help but open Gongshu Lock. The man in green was still sitting leisurely on the chair, playing with the fan in his hand.
He was very proud, as if to say, see, I knew you couldn't bear to leave me.
Changxia talked about another thing.
"I just found out two days ago that I am a dreamless person, Senior Brother."
She looked at Xie Fengxue with a calm expression, as if she was just chatting.
“However, after I lost my dream, I had another dream.”
She was talking about a dream she had of her youth with Xie Fengxue when she was in the southern border.
In the dream, Xie Fengxue told her that they would never be separated.
"Because that was my dream." Xie Fengxue took over her words, "That was my dream, the beginning of me...coming to this point now. I should say goodbye to you, Xia Xia."
The doubts that had puzzled her for a long time were finally answered, but she was not very happy.
Her elders and old friends came one after another to say goodbye to her.
"Brother, sometimes I really hate you." Chang Xia lowered his eyes and laughed at himself, "But what have you done wrong? You are just doing what is most important to do."
"I am childish, I am selfish, and I am the one who is standing still and refusing to move forward."
Xie Fengxue on the screen sat up straight, no longer lazy. He said in the most gentle tone: "Blame me, Xia Xia, don't forgive me so easily."
Chang Xia sneered: "That's a nice thing to say."
She placed her fingertips on the Gongshu lock for a long time, but finally couldn't bear to close it.
She no longer looked at the little man in green in the light curtain. Changxia opened the door and walked into the snow-covered Cangfeng Mountain without looking back.
It's as peaceful as before, but it's not the same as it used to be.
——
Eastern Territory, Human Emperor Palace.
There had just been a violent quarrel here.
The empress's face is hidden under the twelve tassels that symbolize the emperor, making it impossible to see her emotions.
Ying Nian, the head of the Ying family, stood in the center of the hall.
The Ji royal family disappeared for eight hundred years, and the eastern border was also controlled by the aristocratic families. The official positions that once held hundreds of positions were retained like honorary titles. Although they no longer had real power, they were a symbol of status.
Precisely because these frameworks are still in place, rebuilding the court will be relatively easy after the Queen returns to the East.
As the head of the oldest family, Yingnian is the Taibao, one of the Three Dukes.
"Your Highness, the Sword Immortal, the Lord of Morning Star Mountain, the Zen Master, and the Sword Master have all sacrificed themselves to the heavens. This is a misfortune for the world, but a great blessing for the Eastern Territory!"
Xi Du, also one of the Three Dukes, stood beside Yingnian without even raising his eyelids. "The whole world is in misfortune. What is there for the East to be happy about?"
Ying Nian remained calm and said, "I am from the East Territory first, and then from Cangxuan."
Xi Du: "Yes, yes, according to this logic, you are still a member of the Ying family. Is there going to be another unfortunate Ying family member coming to the East someday?"
Ying Nian pretended not to hear anything and continued, "Your Highness, the Eastern Territory has been silent for too long."
As the direct territory of the Human Emperor, the Eastern Territory had served as the center of Cang Xuan for tens of thousands of years. Laws and decrees emanated from the East, a fact that everyone once took for granted.
However, all this began to change eight hundred years ago.
The other three realms are full of famous figures. Although all mortals in the four realms are the subjects of the Human Emperor, it is unknown how many people will listen if the Human Emperor really issues an order now.
Eight hundred years is nothing to an immortal cultivator, but it is a very long time for ordinary people. So long that as legends are passed down from generation to generation, the past that was once praised by people has long since changed.
Yingnian suddenly waved his sleeves, knelt down, and bowed to the ground.
There are nine types of bows in etiquette, the first of which is called Jishou, which is the most important bow.
This time, even Xidu stood up straight, his expression becoming solemn.
As one of the Three Dukes of the East Territory, there are not many people who are worthy of Yingnian's respect.
"Your Highness, you may think that I am blinded by greed, but the Eastern Territory... has been in decline for far too long."
This time he used the word "decline".
It is a heinous crime.
The Queen's thoughts are still hidden behind the twelve tassels.
Yingnian did have doubts about the last bloodline of the Ji family.
She was born disqualified as a human emperor and was punished by heaven.
She grew up in Zangfeng Mountain, where her master and senior sisters created a simple and beautiful environment for her.
Her girlhood was so innocent that when they first met long ago, he was disappointed when he looked into her eyes that he could see through.
He looks like an ordinary favored child of heaven, but not like an emperor.
His family had pursued many generations of Human Emperors, some gentle and refined, others ambitious. The last Human Emperor he pursued was the legendary Ji Sheng.
He was a contemporary of Ji Sheng. They had drunk, raced horses, and gambled together. Even when Fatian was young, he, with his low spiritual power, had gone to the battlefield.
The noble son of the Ying family went to the battlefield to be a cannon fodder soldier. He did something that seemed incredible to outsiders.
But if you think about it carefully, that was eight hundred years ago.
He had witnessed the empire at its most prosperous time. The prosperity was so dazzling and confusing that even the patriarch of the Ying family eight hundred years later was just a remnant of his past.
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