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Ji Sheng stood under the palace and waved to Chang Xia on the roof.
"Senior Sister! I'm here!"
Changxia jumped down from the roof lightly, stood in front of Ji Sheng, and looked him up and down.
"Why do I feel that you are a little fatter than the last time we met?"
Ji Sheng said: "You haven't seen me for ten years!"
The last time they met in his memory was when he was 23 years old. He had just been the Human Emperor for five years and met Changxia again in his dream after a long separation - but that was the first time Changxia appeared in his dream.
Chang Xia said: "It's your ten years, not mine."
If you count carefully, her meetings with Ji Sheng recently can be described as frequent.
Ji Sheng waved his hand: "It's all the same!"
He added: "Senior sister, where is Brother Xie?"
Chang Xia lowered his eyes: "You can treat him as dead."
Becoming an immortal is almost the same as being dead in Cang Xuan.
Ji Sheng: ...
He said awkwardly, "You can't curse people like that."
Chang Xia changed the subject: "How did you mess up Qiu Wu Palace like this?"
Ji Sheng: ...
"I just failed to defeat the gods, and now there are a bunch of people from the immortal world outside the world who want to take my life."
The environment in a dream reflects the dreamer's mood, so is it strange that it turned out like this?
Chang Xia frowned: "You don't look sad at all."
Ji Sheng immediately put on an expression of deep resentment and hatred, his eyes were bloodshot and even had tears in them.
Changxia: ...
Has he been learning opera for the past ten years? His face changes so quickly.
She frowned, a wisp of purple vitality entwined in her palm. This was the wisp she had placed there earlier, which had been helping her violently dismantle the entire formation for some time—but now it was no longer so necessary.
Jiang Su's sword made the power of the time and space spell flow through her veins. While enduring the pain of the spell tearing her body, her understanding of the time and space spell was also growing rapidly - that was a sword swung by the last descendant of the Jiang family with all his strength, and it contained the Jiang family's understanding of the time and space spell for tens of thousands of years.
Therefore, when Changxia looked at this formation again, it was like an adult looking at a children's enlightenment question. The entire dream was presented to her so clearly for the first time.
"But this dream tells me that you are not sad or depressed, but rather seem to be restraining your excitement..."
Chang Xia paused and thought about the adjective: "Like a hunter waiting for his prey to fall into the net."
She looked at Ji Sheng and said, "This is not the behavior of a Human Emperor who failed in his battle against the Heavenly King."
She closed her eyes and carefully felt the dream. This was the first time she did such a thing.
She is not one to delve into other people's minds.
But Ji Sheng seems different now.
"Ji Sheng, you are angry and roaring."
She asked calmly: "What are you angry about?"
Beneath the conceited and arrogant exterior of the current emperor, there seemed to be something else flowing.
She now has complicated feelings towards Ji Sheng.
In the past, she had disliked the Emperor's arrogance, believing him to be too deep-minded. But now, she could no longer view him as a mere spectator.
For her, not long ago, the person in front of her was still the young man who followed her, called her senior sister, and learned sword from her.
That was Ji Sheng’s boyhood.
At that time, Ji Sheng was as pure as a blank piece of paper, and she and Xie Fengxue wrote and drew on it casually.
No matter what he looks like now, Changxia feels that he has some responsibility.
Changxia had never thought that time was a scary thing before. Practitioners could go into seclusion for dozens or hundreds of years. What seemed like a lifetime to mortals was just a moment in the vast ocean for them.
When she knew Ji Sheng was standing in front of her, she realized that ten years was really a long time.
Long enough to turn a boy into an emperor.
Ji Sheng opened his arms and showed himself completely to Chang Xia, "So I look like this, are you disappointed?"
Chang Xia shook his head, "To be honest, I really don't like you right now."
She paused and looked carefully at the old friend in front of her who had become a stranger.
"But my dislike is useless."
She was not Ji Sheng, and she didn't know about his turbulent past or the treacherous schemes he had experienced, so she had no way to judge.
She thought for a moment and said, "You look like this, so there must be a reason for it."
Ji Sheng smiled and said, "There are many people out there who want to kill me, and there are also many who want to save me."
Changxia wanted to say which group she was at that time, and then she thought that at this time eight hundred years ago, she should still be in the Western Territory, following Zhu You to make iron, oblivious to what was happening outside. When she heard that Ji Sheng had died, the grass on the grave of the Human Emperor had grown very tall.
Looking back now, there weren't so many coincidences. It was obvious that Zuo Qin and Zhu You didn't want to drag her into the vortex of fighting against the sky, so they deliberately sent her away.
Otherwise, such a major event as the Human Emperor's attack on the sky would not have occupied only a peaceful corner in her memory.
So Chang Xia asked: "What about you? Which wave are you from?"
Want to live or want to die
Ji Sheng said, "I am not one of them. I wanted to drag Him along to die with me. But seeing you here means I have failed."
After he said this, he suddenly looked deeply at Changxia, with waves surging in his eyes, which seemed different from the jokes just now.
Changxia was suddenly stunned.
The wind and moon in this dream seem to have changed
What happened at that moment?
Ji Sheng suddenly smiled, lowered his head, and remembered that when they were young, Changxia and Xie Fengxue were unwilling to tell him about the future.
They knew then that his life was a resounding failure, but they were unwilling to pour cold water on the young man's lofty ambitions.
"Senior Sister, you know, now I am actually wondering, am I still Ji Sheng?"
He stretched out his hands, which were covered with a thin layer of calluses. These hands had also been used to draw a bow and kill immortals. He was not one of the pampered emperors in operas.
“Since I took over this position, I have been doing what I believe is right and going further and further on this path.”
"I thought I was a rebel against fate. After ten years of overcoming all difficulties, I never doubted myself."
"Until today, until just now."
Changxia remained silent.
The setting sun in the sky was still the same one created by Ji Sheng's state of mind, illuminating the majestic imperial city.
"When I first saw you, all I could think about was how to get you on board my pirate ship."
He smiled frankly: "Senior Sister, I have become so hypocritical."
He looked at the sky. The sky in the dream was naturally false, but the sky outside the dream was not necessarily real either.
Fate was already determined, a stone weighing down the shoulders of all the Cang Xuan people. Everyone seemed to be living on a stage that had been set long ago, performing a pre-written excerpt.
No one understood the horror of fate better than the Human Emperor, who mastered the power of time and space spells. On the night he took over the throne from his father, he had a dream. He dreamed that his father's Taizai would attack him the next day, and the next day this thing really happened.
That Dazai had held him in his arms when he grew up, and he had called him uncle.
He is Ji Sheng's most loyal follower.
Ji Sheng felt it was absurd, as if fate had already written that the Prime Minister would rebel today, so this scene had actually happened. No matter how close they had been before, no matter how much the Prime Minister and he stood in agreement.
Yet no one thought this was wrong.
Ji Sheng didn't know who designed this outrageously straightforward way to make him discover the fallacy of this world - according to the usual way of destiny, the predetermined fate would use subtle and silent means to complete the predetermined script.
But this made him think about the so-called fate for the first time.
He sat high on the throne, looking at the ministers below, but he felt that they were not human beings, but just a group of chess pieces that were manipulated at will.
When a person approaches the prophecy and becomes exactly like the prophecy, is it this person who exists in the world, or is it the character who plays this role?
It was like fate had him play the role of King Qiu Wu, but made him forget about Ji Sheng.
"When I realized that everyone was walking towards a predetermined fate, I set a bottom line for myself because I was afraid that I would also follow the so-called predetermined destiny."
"When I cross it, it means that I am just a mediocre person who bows to fate."
That bottom line is the long summer.
At that moment, he said to himself that Ji Sheng would not impose any conspiracy or trickery on Chang Xia. If he had this idea, he would have become a tool of heaven to fulfill his predetermined destiny.
As for why it was Changxia, it was not a big reason. Those shallow admirations were mixed with too much worldly things. He did not intend to say it seriously, nor did he intend to pay attention to it.
It just happened that he needed a rope to restrain his unruly heart. It just happened that on the day he made up his mind, he thought of the snow on Cangfeng Mountain, which was so crystal clear that he thought it would be nice to stay on the top of the mountain forever.
Ji Sheng paused, the setting sun shining gently on him. Putting aside the arrogance and conceit of an emperor, this was the truest sadness in his heart.
He actually wanted to take advantage of Changxia.
He still became a puppet of the so-called fate.
"Senior Sister, I used to think that Fatian was me rebelling against. Now I realize that Fatian might have been the script He had written for me long ago. My pride, my arrogance, and the great achievements I dreamed of were all arranged by Him long ago."
In the end, he became a pawn of heaven and forgot that he was Ji Sheng.
"He wants me to be arrogant, to be conceited, to pursue hegemony, to become the last Human Emperor of Cang Xuan..."
Ji Sheng's voice trembled, "What about Ji Sheng?"
Then what about Ji Sheng, who watched the moon from the glazed tiles of the Human Emperor Palace, cheated at gambling on Suzaku Street, and endured the wind and snow on the Cangfeng Mountain in his dreams?
Fate had already written King Qiuwu's life, and it was about to wipe out the young man named Ji Sheng.
Chang Xia was silent for a moment. After a moment, she said in her softest voice, "I was wrong before, Ji Sheng. I am very satisfied with the way you look now. This is better than the best I could have imagined."
She looked at Piao Lingjiu in her hand. Ever since she forged this sword, she had not placed it in her dantian to warm it up, but had always held it in her hand: "Since you can't accept it, then resist him and kill him."
She added, "It doesn't matter if you can't do it. You have a senior sister. Just beg her and she will help you kill him."
She sighed, like a mother sighing for her child.
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