Reincarnation
He Loulan.
An expected name.
In fact, this person is not very famous in Cangxuan, and it is rare for her to be mentioned in the classics. Most of the time, she is mentioned in passing when writing about the previous master of Morning Star Mountain, Chunyu Bai.
The only thing that is impressive is that Chunyu Bai once commented on her in his notes: she is the most elegant person of all time.
There were very few records of this man's deeds, and Changxia had wondered why this senior had such a high evaluation. But now Xijiang's words made her feel that her master's comment was too shallow.
It is more than eternal, more than free and easy.
"The records in the Human Emperor Palace state that He Loulan once broke through the Heavenly Gate alone, retrieved the remains of an old friend, and returned. It's unknown who wrote that record, but the author speculates that she once had a conversation with the Heavenly Dao."
Xijiang also made a move at this time.
“Maybe it’s more than just a conversation.”
Chang Xia slowly raised his head and said calmly, "Left quilt."
Xijiang smiled and said, "I thought you would recognize it later."
Chang Xia said, "I've already read all the 100,000 books in the Human Emperor Palace in my dreams. Besides, if Tinglan really discovered something, it wouldn't be Ajiang's turn to tell me."
"Xijiang"'s face changed several times, and finally turned into the appearance of a young fortune teller, but Changxia did not stop him.
This is an illusion.
"I'm so confident I'm not afraid of what I might do to this little guy's body."
Chang Xia said: "How can I stop you from doing anything?"
Zuo Qin gave her a sarcastic smile and said, "You've been cursing me to death in your heart for a long time."
Chang Xia only said: "Why did you go to so much trouble to deceive me that time at Tianlai Tower?"
Zuo Qin picked up a few chess pieces and played with them in his palm.
"I'm not lying to you. I really mean goodbye to you."
He paused, "As the left quilt."
"That's one of the most important people in your life, isn't it?"
He suddenly smiled, gentle, calm, with a hint of hidden provocation.
Chang Xia knew this "person" so well that she knew what he had left unfinished -
——When separation comes, don’t you also hope to say goodbye to “Zuoqin”?
For thousands of years, this person has been playing the role of "father". No matter what, people always want to say goodbye to their father properly.
"So why are you telling the story of Senior He Loulan now? And why?"
Cang Xuan is now in the midst of war. Strictly speaking, they are actually two warring parties, but at this moment, the two of them are actually having a relatively peaceful conversation.
Zuo Qin said, "It's just that I haven't had a good talk with you, Axue, and Ada for a long time."
All three of them were his beloved children, and Changxia was his most beloved one. He was willing to give them everything he thought was good, but even their final farewell ended in an unpleasant mood.
"Xia Xia, it's been over a thousand times, forget it."
Not only Xie Fengxue, but Changxia also sometimes wondered why she was the one who died every time.
That doesn't make sense.
Zuo Qin weaves fate. He is the selfishness within the selfishness of God. He is biased and arrogant. He loves others to live and hates others to die.
That doesn't make sense.
There was no reason why he would give his most beloved child such tragic endings time and time again.
Until later, on a very ordinary morning, she looked at the clouds and snow in Yunting, and the aurora and mountain scenery in Cangfeng Mountain, and suddenly she understood.
Perhaps it was never Zuo Qin and Xie Fengxue who were paranoid.
But it's herself.
"Even the most just Heaven cannot allow a single person to die thousands and thousands of times."
Changxia placed the chess piece at Tianyuan.
The huge spiritual power hit her sleeves, making her yellow clothes rustle.
She completed another game with the sky.
"The cause and effect he is involved in are no longer as great as mine." Her dark eyes looked at Zuo Qin. Unlike Xie Fengxue's empty eyes, Chang Xia's eyes were filled with many things.
"Because even you are on my side."
She smiled and said, "Like many times before."
In fact, there is no other protagonist at all. The real protagonist of Cang Xuan's entire era is only Changxia, who is favored and doted on by heaven.
God's will is on her side, so even if she dies, the biased Heaven will allow the rebellious fortune teller to reincarnate through time and space again and again and start over.
"I've always wondered who could kill me over and over again? You, Master, Senior Brother, or some unknown genius from Cang Xuan's 90,000 years?"
"Then I think neither is true. No one in heaven or on earth can kill me over and over again. Even if I were to fight my resurrected master now, I wouldn't lose to him."
She propped her chin up with her hands, curled her lips and blinked.
Zuo Qin said, "This look reminds me of when you first became a spirit."
After saying this, he also sneered, "That's when I was most pleasing to the eye."
At that time, she was a famous young talent in the four regions. She was loved by her elders and admired by her fellow students. She was cunning and smart, full of vigor and looked down on the world.
That was also when he liked her the most.
Who doesn't like lively young people?
"There aren't many people in this world who you like, so I can't understand why I was the one to die."
Of course Changxia could die, but it was impossible for her to be the one dying all the time. Besides, she was more blessed than ordinary people.
"Senior Brother is unwilling to ponder this issue, so he is willing to reincarnate over and over again, and then resent the Heavenly Dao, resent you, and resent Cang Xuan."
"He's always been smarter than me. He could figure out something like this just by thinking about it, but he doesn't dare."
Changxia stretched out his hand, pointing his fingertips towards himself.
"So I'm right, right? The one who keeps killing me is me."
Zuo Qin's face was calm.
"God's will can make everything go smoothly for you, keep all disasters away from you, make those who hurt you suffer retribution, and make those who want to kill you be killed by you first."
But fate could not stop the life he loved from killing itself.
"It's been over a thousand times, and you still won't let it go, Xia Xia?"
"That's how it's written in the storybooks. The so-called 'protagonist' has to go through hardships, cross thousands of mountains and rivers, and watch another sun rise from the peaceful seashore. Then she will become the king of the new world."
Chang Xia said, "Is this the fate you originally planned for me? Honestly, Zuo Qin, your story-writing skills are far inferior to my Sixth Junior Sister's."
She suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with pure hatred and anger: "The so-called 'suffering' is to let the people around me die one after another for me, and then use their bones to pave my way forward."
In her dream, she told Feng Yibai that because she had gained benefits, she could accept the fate of being manipulated.
Besides, this fate is so ridiculous.
despair--
The first drop of rain fell outside the window, followed by heavy rain, and the confrontation between Changxia and the way of heaven ended again.
Zuo Qin still maintained an expressionless look.
"A greenhouse can only grow expensive but delicate flowers, Xia Xia, my expectations of you are more than that."
"People always like to see stories with ups and downs. Ordinary but warm daily life will not cause ripples. Look, you are doing well the way you are now."
He glanced at Changxia, looking superior and arrogant. Zuo Qin was just like that, even his compassion was harsh.
"You hate me? That's right."
"Want to defeat me and save the one you hold dear? Then turn your hatred into strength, kill me, replace me, and create the new Cang Xuan you desire."
The first step in a mortal's growth is to kill his father, the great, majestic, and insurmountable father whom he admired in his childhood. Zuo Qin felt that his last exit was not good enough, so he did it again.
The new king's hands must be stained with the blood of the old king.
He sighed, thinking that he was too flattering last time.
"This time, you are also tired of the endless reincarnation, aren't you? There is actually nothing wrong with embracing the fate I give you, Xia Xia."
"How could I be bored?" Chang Xia sneered.
She looked at the left quilt, as puzzled as an innocent child looking at an adult.
"You have reincarnated countless times—and have used me as a chess piece countless times, but to me, this is my only Cang Xuan."
She is the new Changxia in this world, not one of the thousand or so that have died.
Apart from the cause and effect of past lives that she could only vaguely feel, all she could see was Yunting.
She couldn't see the vicissitudes of life in Zuo Qin and Xie Fengxue's eyes.
"Cai Shou!"
A strange purple sword appeared in his hand. Changxia held the sword and cut his palm. Bright red blood fell on the body of Caishou Sword, but this time it did not absorb and devour it.
Chang Xia smiled and patted it, "This is the last time, remember my taste, don't forget me."
Zuo Qin watched her do all this, but did not stop her.
He closed his eyes, and the entire universe became pitch black.
There are things that even God cannot bear to see.
How many times has Chang Xia died so decisively in front of Him?
She never hesitated for a moment.
——
The 82,432nd year of the Human Emperor Calendar.
summer.
He Loulan held the sword and broke open the gate hanging high in the sky.
She is a rare genius in the four realms in the past ten thousand years. She was so bloodthirsty in the fairy world that she even touched the secret places of the gods and the so-called "rules".
So the heaven also looked at her with disdain.
He Loulan held a small bottle in her hand, which contained four light spots of different colors.
She said to the almighty Heavenly Dao, "I'm here to get some things, as entrusted by an old friend. Please make way for me."
Xu Xike really gave her a difficult problem. Several of them died in the fairyland in a miserable way, and their souls were scattered everywhere. It was not easy to collect them.
A faint voice came from the sky above.
"Mortals, why do you do these meaningless things?"
He Loulan said, "Apart from eating and sleeping, nothing else matters. If we really want to talk about it, it's just that I am happy."
She curled her lips, put the bottle away carefully, and then drew her sword.
In this way, she easily became the first person to draw a sword against the sky.
"If you won't give way, I'll have to carve my own path!"
The final battle was only a brief taste of her past, leaving her with unfinished business, and Gao Tian, for some unknown reason, had taken an interest in her. Later, as she journeyed to collect soul fragments, the ethereal voice followed her everywhere.
He could never understand why she was so obsessed with the promise of someone she met by chance.
He Loulan sneered, "You're standing too high up, so you naturally don't know how ants struggle."
There are not so many whys in this world.
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