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When Jiang Bailu was holding a flower and taking Huo Tinglan back to Xiaoling Mountain, Changxia finally waited for Ji Sheng.
The heavy palace gate slowly opened, and the sudden light made Changxia subconsciously cover his eyes with his hands.
After she finished the action, she realized that she shouldn't have done that - what kind of light could irritate the eyes of a monk undergoing tribulation?
Her spiritual power was sealed again.
She waited for the figure in the backlight to slowly walk towards her, only to find that it was a young man with a weathered face.
Ji Sheng's life is coming to an end after his failure in conquering the world.
He is favored by heaven and is the best in the world at time spells. Time cannot leave any trace on his face, but it has never bypassed him either.
After all, the boy's eyes were no longer as bright as when we first met.
His cloudy eyes reflected Chang Xia's shadow. After a long time, he sighed, as if in joy or sorrow: "Xia Xia."
Chang Xia said expressionlessly, "Although you are now an old man in the secular sense of mortals, in terms of age, I am your elder."
She walked down the stairs, stood in front of Ji Sheng, and gave him a slap as she did before.
"No respect for elders or younger children."
The person in front of me hurriedly covered his head, his movements clumsy and funny.
Changxia looked at him, trying to find some shadow of the Ji Sheng she knew in him.
"I thought you were always full of energy."
The person in front of him looked peaceful and non-aggressive, and even retained some of the domineering aura that he had when he looked down upon the world.
But some things cannot be seen with just the eyes.
Changxia closed her eyes. She felt that the Cangwu Palace was much more desolate and lonely this time than the last time. This dream belonged to Ji Sheng, and this desolation and loneliness also belonged to him.
His sadness was about to overflow.
She and Ji Sheng were not familiar with each other yet, but no matter whether he was a teenager or when he first appeared in her dream, no matter how he pretended to be gentle and humble, the arrogance in his bones was still there.
He used to have these common bad habits of those in power: conceited, self-righteous, and self-willed. Changxia vaguely disliked him.
But she also didn't like Ji Sheng's current gloomy look.
Ji Sheng suddenly smiled. "A hundred years is a life span for mortals, but for you immortal cultivators, a hundred years is just a moment. Senior Sister, I can't see the scenery you see. My heart has grown old."
Changxia said seriously: "But you have done something that many immortal cultivators cannot do."!
Ji Sheng also answered seriously: "But I failed. And it also implicated the entire Cang Xuan."
Chang Xia's voice suddenly softened a little: "Are you regretting it?"
"Fat Tian?" Ji Sheng's gaze became profound, as if he was recalling the past that was gradually moving away from him. "I would do the same thing even if I had to do it again ten thousand times."
"Then what are you sad about?"
Ji Sheng smiled and pointed at the beam in the middle of the hall. The relief sculpture of the Human Emperor slaying the evil dragon was spotless and lifelike.
"I will hang myself there tomorrow, Senior Sister. I only have one short night left to live."
Chang Xia didn't know what to say, so he chose a very awkward topic: "I thought you would choose to die by drawing your sword and slashing your throat."
Ji Sheng was obviously stunned, then he smiled: "Sure enough, Senior Sister is the one who will never change."
He looked just like his senior Xia before, sitting on the stairs. The gate of Qiuwu Palace was already wide open, and the scene outside was changing rapidly. Sometimes it was the bustling Suzaku Street, and sometimes it was the human cultivators fighting with the immortals.
They rode on cranes, held spears in their hands, and rushed forward without feeling any pain even when burned by the immortal's Samadhi fire.
The scenes rotated several times, all of which were the scenes that Ji Sheng cared about most in his life.
Changxia sat next to him and watched with him silently.
The scene finally stopped at a place she didn't expect.
It turned out that they watched the Lantern Festival fireworks together.
She turned her head to look at Ji Sheng, and Ji Sheng also turned his head to look at her.
The last time Changxia had a dream was just a year ago, and he was in a coma for such a long time. In total, he was only awake for more than a month, so his memory is naturally very deep.
But Ji Sheng actually treasured this memory for decades.
Ji Sheng remained calm: "Why are you so surprised, Senior Sister? Can't I be a little sincere?"
Changxia lowered his head and looked at his own shadow reflected on the dark floor.
The woman in the shadow looks very young. She established her foundation at the age of seventeen, and her appearance has remained at that time.
And Ji Sheng in the shadow looks the same as before.
Changxia felt that she saw the former Ji Sheng in the present Ji Sheng.
Just as self-righteous and self-willed.
"I thought sincerity was the least valuable thing about you."
This emperor had a turbulent life, and he had done the most spectacular things in the world. What trace could a mere firework leave in his life?
Many people in this world may live on that little bit of sincerity, but Ji Sheng is not the only one.
He sees a wider world, and that bit of sincerity becomes insignificant.
Ji Sheng didn't feel angry after hearing her words. Instead, he said, "My sincerity is too impure. No wonder Senior Sister doesn't like me."
Chang Xia stared at him for a long while before slowly speaking, "Who on earth did you learn these sticky things from?"
This time it was Ji Sheng's turn to be surprised. He chuckled softly, "I thought you liked this."
Long Summer:
You're questioning my taste.
However, Ji Sheng refused to talk about this topic anymore.
He waved his hand, and the scene of the Lantern Festival fireworks shattered into pieces and fell like pieces of paper. In the blink of an eye, the outside turned into the sunset glow of the magnificent palace.
"Sister, this should be my last dream. Can you watch the sunset with me?"
After hearing his words, Changxia did not comment. She moved her wrist and Caishou appeared in her palm.
She had no spiritual power in the dream, but spiritual power was not the only thing she had.
She used the vitality in her sword to guide the sword energy to draw a few strokes in the air, and the world changed in an instant.
The sun has not yet risen, the Big Dipper hangs high in the sky, with its handle pointing north, where the Morning Star shines brightly.
Her analysis of the formation over the past year was not entirely without gain.
Then she raised her head and looked at Ji Sheng.
“I prefer watching sunrises to sunsets.”
The girl was wearing her favorite goose yellow dress, as clear as water, standing in the cold palace. The sun had not yet risen, but Ji Sheng actually felt that she was the sun.
Although his life was short, he experienced a lot. He drank the strongest liquor, rode the most unruly horses, fought the most spectacular battles. He had tasted all the good things that there was to taste in the world. He thought that the little excitement in his youth was insignificant - he only brought it out to add some chips for his future plans.
But at this moment, that insignificant heartbeat suddenly became hard to ignore.
He suppressed those conspiracies and plots almost in an instant.
So be it, at the end of her life, give this girl a good dream - after all, such stability from now on seems out of reach for her.
Ji Sheng smiled good-naturedly and said, "Then let's watch the sunrise."
They sat on the roof of the palace again, watching the orange sun dye the morning glow red. When the warm light shone on Qiuwu Palace, Changxia actually felt that the long-lasting loneliness seemed to dissipate a little.
Changxia wondered where Ji Sheng's good mood came from.
When the sun rose completely, the imperial city began to become lively. Ji Sheng pinched his fingers and, like a magic trick, produced a winter jasmine flower and handed it to Changxia.
Changxia took it, but didn't know what this person meant.
Ji Sheng said, "It matches your skirt very well."
He said casually, "Every time I see you, you're always wearing a light yellow dress."
Chang Xia fiddled with the petals idly and answered casually, "When I was a child, my senior brother prepared my skirts. The school uniforms for the disciples of Cangfeng Mountain were dark brown, and he thought they wouldn't look good on little girls, so he asked the people from Baicao Garden and Ruomu Valley for materials to dye them."
Speaking of this, she lowered her head and smiled, as if she thought of something funny.
"He dyed more than a dozen pieces, and finally he ended up with this one, so I had no choice but to wear it."
Later I got used to choosing goose yellow clothes first.
Ji Sheng: ...
He shouldn't have asked.
The warm sunlight suddenly faded, and they returned to Qiuwu Palace. Ji Sheng said with a cold face, "Senior Sister, I'll take you back first."
Changxia: Yeah
What is this guy doing crazy again?
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She woke up from her dream and wanted to call Xie Fengxue in to discuss what to eat later.
But this person didn't reply her message.
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After Changxia left, Ji Sheng did not immediately break his dream. He said in a deep voice at the palace gate: "Since you are here, why hide your head and show your tail?"
A monk in a green robe with wide sleeves walked slowly towards them, his sparkling eyes filled with smiles. "Although this may not be the first time you see me, it is the first time I see you after all, so I still have to introduce myself."
His smiling face annoyed Ji Sheng, and what he said made Ji Sheng extremely unwilling to listen.
"Nice to meet you. I'm your brother-in-law."
Ji Sheng glanced at Xie Fengxue and remembered that Changxia had just asked him who he learned those sticky words from.
Look, isn’t the master here?
However, although he disliked this person, he had to admit that this person's appearance solved his current urgent problem.
There were some things he couldn't bear to let Changxia do, but he was indeed blessed with talent, and now he had another tool sent to him.
So he forced a smile at Xie Fengxue, "I know the Sword Immortal's first disciple."
Senior sister is soft-hearted and wins your heart first. When she sees you are pitiful, she can't help but want to help you, but Xie Fengxue is different.
The first time I met Xie Fengxue.
Ji Sheng made up his mind and said the second sentence.
"The royal library contains 13,000 volumes of the secrets of time and space. I can give them all to you."
Xie Fengxue seemed to be genuinely considering the feasibility of this, and he even commented: "Not a bad deal."
When Ji Sheng was about to carry out his next plan, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
The spiritual power fluctuations of Xie Fengxue in front of him are not right!
It’s not the fusion stage, nor the tribulation stage.
More like...immortal power.
It is exactly the same magical power as that of the immortals he has fought and killed.
How could someone in Cang Xuan become an immortal now? This person is the disciple of the Sword Immortal and the senior brother of Chang Xia.
The experienced and arrogant Human Emperor suddenly felt a chill.
The world is like a chess piece, and he is that chess piece.
For the first time, he became serious and looked directly into those sparkling eyes: "I wonder what the Immortal wants to bring you here for."
So what if they are immortals, humans, or chess pieces?
So what if my life comes to an end?
If Ji Sheng were afraid or shrinking back, he would not be Ji Sheng.
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