Old Memories
Tens of millions of years later, Yixiangjun bowed gracefully to Xie Fengxue.
During the 90,000 years of the Human Emperor's reign, rituals and music were constantly changing. Even if he had learned the most orthodox aristocratic etiquette back then, it was no longer the same as what Xie Fengxue had seen.
After he finished, he laughed. "Fate in this world is always bound to be the same. There are billions of living beings in the mortal world, and the universe is vast. Once you see enough, it becomes boring. Mr. Chaosheng, my life is boring, and my past doesn't have many interesting stories worth hearing. I'd better not pollute your ears."
He turned the jade ring on his hand. It had been carved by Xu Xike himself when he was a hundred years old. Hua Chonglou's was a flower, Jiang Zhong's was a sun, Feng Ruoshui's was a phoenix, and Xu Xike's was a lotus pod. It had seemed novel when he first saw it, but now it was an antique, no longer maintained by immortal power. The patterns carved from the mortal stone had long since turned to dust, just like the other three rings.
He thought, he is also an ancient relic.
Xie Fengxue blew the tea handed to her by Xiao Shi, looked at the double-petaled peony on Yixiangjun's ring, and thought casually, this person's defense is always so easy to break.
but.
That's good too.
In this lifeless fairyland, it is not easy to find some living people.
Xie Fengxue suddenly bewitched Yixiang Jun and said, "I passed by the Six Paths of Reincarnation Monument a few days ago and found many wandering spirits there. Now that the Six Paths have collapsed, souls cannot enter reincarnation. Your Majesty, why don't you try your luck? You might even see an old friend."
Yixiang Jun said: "Chaosheng Jun, you are joking, my old friend..."
His old friend was a long time ago.
Xie Fengxue stopped talking.
Some things are better left as an introduction; saying more would be detrimental.
"You asked me before how we could overthrow all the gods and ghosts with the cards we have in our hands, and now, my sword has arrived."
Xie Fengxue emphasized the word "my", with a tender smile in his eyes.
When he followed Zuo Qin to learn divination and gave up swordsmanship, someone once asked him, "After voluntarily giving up the sharp weapon in your hand, you will be unarmed and have no power to protect yourself when you are in danger."
Xie Fengxue originally wanted to say, "I have a brain," but when the words came to his lips, they turned into -
I have a junior sister.
He now mentioned a few trivial matters.
"Back in Cangfeng Mountain, my junior sister and I hadn't yet started our fasting. Master, a celestial being, wouldn't have cared about such trivial matters. So, my junior sister and I descended from the mountaintop, bypassing Ruomu Valley, and arrived at Food Heaven. You may not have been to Yunting, but above Ruomu Valley is the Yunshang Pavilion, and their disciples often descended via the cloud ladder. As time went by, we often ran into each other. My master had returned, so they naturally didn't dare bully us, but they certainly did exchange a few words. As the talk got heated, we started making bets."
Later, he and Changxia dragged Bie Jingchun along, and they loved playing mahjong under the sycamore tree. This probably started from here.
"Naturally, we lost more at the beginning. They were more numerous and learned a wide variety of things, so the two of us definitely had a big advantage when it came to gambling. We finally won on one occasion."
"They were betting with Chang Xia, who was all alone, on what I was doing at the time."
"Changxia smiled immediately and said, 'My senior brother just came down the mountain to find me. He should be walking along the mountainside of Cangfeng Mountain now. In three quarters of an hour, he will reach the bamboo pavilion in Ruomu Valley, where the winter jasmine will be in bloom. He will pick one for me. In another five quarters of an hour, the flower will be in my hand. Finally, we will go to Shiweitian for dinner together.'"
"The disciple from the Yunshang Pavilion nearby laughed and said, 'You're being unreasonable. It only took Ruomuzhuting an hour to get here, so why would it take five?'"
"Changxia then said, 'He's doing embroidery work those four quarters.'"
"And eight quarters later, the flower was indeed in Changxia's hands."
"The disciples of the Yunshang Pavilion were embarrassed and angrily shouted, 'Xie Fengxue, are you a pawn in her palm? Why do you listen to her?'"
Hearing this, Yi Xiangjun also asked curiously: "What did you say then?"
Xie Fengxue said, "Of course I smiled and told them, 'Yes, I am.'"
He is the bird in Changxia's palm, and Changxia is the sword in his hand.
Yixiang Jun asked again, "What happened next?"
Xie Fengxue's eyes dimmed slightly, and he smiled and said, "What else can I do? We are all fellow disciples, how can I kill them?"
Yixiangjun: ...
It's just a harmless bet. I have no murderous intention. Why are you shouting about fighting and killing?
He had checked Xie Fengxue's past and found out that he was an orphan and was picked up by Bie Jingchun and brought to the mountains. He was such an ordinary person.
He once thought that Asano-kun, all those ordinary people, were just mirages hidden in the mist - they were all illusions.
No matter how long we get along, this guy always smiles at everyone he sees, looks like a handsome gentleman, but his mind is deep and unpredictable.
When he was young, he crossed the sea through the southern border and saw the tip of the iceberg. When he met Xie Fengxue, he felt that this person was like the thing hidden under the iceberg.
Now I have some different insights.
Perhaps Xie Fengxue is an easy person to understand, for example, in Changxia's eyes.
She knew when he would go down the mountain and when he would pick flowers, and she even considered the time to pick the flowers.
For example, she knew what he was thinking at the moment, and knew that he was missing a sword, so she handed the sword to Xie Fengxue.
At this moment, he finally had the same understanding as Shen Siyan who was far away in Cang Xuan. No one else could interfere between this pair of senior and junior brothers and sisters.
So he asked without hesitation: "Your sword has arrived, what should I do next?"
Xie Fengxue said: "Wait."
The scenery of the fairyland remains unchanged for thousands of years, the grass is always green, the trees are always green. Xie Fengxue has seen the scenery outside Yixiangjun's mansion again and again in countless reincarnations.
He had long been accustomed to this dullness.
Just ten years, not too long.
——
"It's only ten years. It's not too long."
Changxia sat in a quiet room filled with the aroma of tea. Opposite her, Xi Jiang, the previous head of the Xi family, served her tea.
"Ajiang, are you scared?"
She fiddled with the tea lid, a jade lid that spun deftly on the table.
This tea is really not that good. Although Xijiang knows that this person drinks tea like a cow chewing a peony, he still uses the best spiritual tea, shakes the fragrance and brews it, and goes through the whole process for her.
He and Changxia had known each other for quite some time. Eight hundred years ago, during the free time Changxia had spent with Bie Jingchun as a guest in the Eastern Territory, they had often gathered in Xi's quiet room. It wasn't for the elegant pleasure of enjoying tea, but rather for groups of dandy young men to gather and watch her gamble with Ji Sheng.
It was so lively at that time. He was in the prime of his life and full of confidence. Xijiang stood in this place which was obviously his home, but he couldn't even squeeze into the innermost layer.
However, he was not offended at all by the fact that someone else had taken over his position. He took the cloud cake given to him by his aunt Xiyun and ate it in small bites in the corner.
At that time, Ji Sheng could never beat Chang Xia. Sometimes when he got frustrated, he would push through the crowd and run out, pulling Xi Jiang and saying, "Ajiang, come here!"
He comes
Naturally, he couldn't win. In the end, Changxia drew the word "turtle" on the faces of the last two people.
Young people are like this. When they make a fool of themselves alone, they may feel ashamed, but when a group of people do stupid things, even the most boring things will become fun.
"Sister, I've almost forgotten the taste of the cloud cakes my aunt made." He stroked the teacup, his face calm, "This is the most terrifying thing."
He then asked: "Senior Sister, what does your ideal Cang Xuan look like?"
Changxia looked out the window. It was early spring and the pear blossoms were sprouting. She suddenly missed the faint pear blossom scent on Xie Fengxue.
"have no idea."
It's a bit ridiculous to say that she is the most colorful banner of Cang Xuan at this time. With external enemies at the door, the life and death of this realm all depends on her decision.
But she didn't know how to treat the world.
"Why should it be the world I want? Even if there's no long summer, there will still be long spring, long autumn, and long winter. There will always be someone to do things, and the world should be the world that everyone wants."
Chang Xia sighed deeply and said, "In short, what belongs to heaven belongs to heaven, and what belongs to Cang Xuan belongs to Cang Xuan."
Xi Jiang asked: "Where are the immortal cultivators?"
What should I do as a cultivator who connects the two?
Chang Xia would not allow any arguments: "Those who cultivate will naturally return to those who cultivate."
Xijiang stopped talking.
Chang Xia sneered: "You have been so boring since you were a child."
Xi Jiang stood up and stepped back, bowing: "Senior Sister, I have to consider Cang Xuan's future."
"A mortal's life lasts a hundred years, a cultivator's life lasts ten thousand years, and an immortal doesn't care about the mundane world. Even if you exhaust your energy, how long can you think about it, Ajiang? Four thousand years ago, people were dissatisfied and they rose up. Eight hundred years ago, people were dissatisfied and they rebelled. Now we are dissatisfied too. We are going against the will of heaven. If people in the future are dissatisfied too, they will naturally rise up as well."
"Take righteousness today, and there will be others who will follow in the future."
She laughed again, "Perhaps people in the future will also be dissatisfied with our arrangements today and protest."
But that's all for the future.
Xijiang remained silent.
My aunt once said that he was too thoughtful and indecisive, so he always followed others.
Eight hundred years ago it was Auntie and Ji Sheng, and eight hundred years later it was Changxia.
Over the years, my strongest emotion and the thing I was most willing to do at all costs was to avenge my aunt.
He looked at Changxia somewhat helplessly. Now, only in front of this person could he reveal some of these emotions that could be called "vulnerable".
The new Sword Immortal said to him nonchalantly, "You've already accompanied me in committing the most treacherous act. Now we have no choice but to use all our strength, go all the way to the end, and kill all the enemies. Only then can we save our lives and...talk about the future."
Changxia exerted a little force with his right hand, and the cup in his hand shattered into powder.
For a sword cultivator who is good at controlling strength, this is already a huge loss of control.
But she was still smiling at this moment, and the sunlight was scattered on her goose yellow clothes in groups of three or two, making the light sparkle and even as gentle as ever.
"Ajiang, since you're afraid of forgetting her, then don't hesitate because of other things. Some people can only concentrate on one thing throughout their lives."
Xijiang bowed and said yes.
When he stood up, he looked at Changxia and suddenly wanted to ask her, "Senior sister, are you afraid?"
These words of comfort, besides comforting him, are they also comforting yourself?
Is there someone you don’t want to forget?
He didn't say it in the end.
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