Twelve years
What exactly is he going to do? Xie Fengxue asked himself.
He foresaw the death of his junior sister time and time again, and then calmly changed the ending, but it seemed that fate had been playing a huge joke on him.
The huge eye high in the sky mocked his incompetence.
Look, even if you can do what no one before you could do and change the prophecy, your sister will still die and you still can’t change anything.
Xie Fengxue lowered his gaze. He had actually been walking alone in time for many years. Millions of years of loneliness had given him some crazy and extreme ideas, but those ideas could not be directed at Xia Xia.
This is the last time, he said to himself.
If he still can't change anything the last time, then let others die as well.
The destiny is already determined, and Cang Xuan’s prophecy is what really happened, but it was forcibly changed by him, the variable.
Those who Changxia died for in the past prophecy branch should at least spare his junior sister's life.
It can't be that his junior sister is always the one who dies. This is unfair and unreasonable.
Xie Fengxue reached out and stroked Changxia's hair. The cool fragrance of pear blossoms flowed into Changxia's nostrils along her sleeves. This was the smell that had made her feel at ease for the past thousands of years.
She heard Xie Fengxue say in a soft, coaxing tone, "Xia Xia, just think of this as a dream. When you wake up, everything will be fine. I promise."
Changxia keenly realized that this was a request.
But she could not regard the dead Zen master and teacher as a dream, nor could she say no to her senior brother.
So she changed the subject - "Brother, what is the price of changing your destiny?"
Xie Fengxue chuckled softly, not caring that Chang Xia ignored his request. Perhaps he had anticipated this outcome. He finally said, half-jokingly, "Who knows? Perhaps even if the entire immortal world is sacrificed."
Changxia: ...
She thought about it carefully and finally commented:
"That's not bad."
Having lived in the more than a thousand years when Cang Xuan was sanctioned by the Immortal Realm, she basically has no good feelings towards the Immortal Realm.
"One last question, when will you be back?"
She is still in Cang Xuan, and her senior brother will not stay in the fairyland for long.
Xie Fengxue said: "If you mean the me now, twelve years later."
Now he
Then there is his past.
Changxia vaguely realized that Xie Fengxue's timeline seemed to be different from everyone else's.
Sometimes when facing her senior brother, she would feel a sense of unreality, as if the person in front of her was separated from her by mountains and seas, and separated by thousands of years.
But she didn't want to dig into the details. That was her senior brother's secret, and he would tell her in detail when he was willing.
So she said, "It's a deal. If you don't come back in twelve years, I will go to the fairyland and snatch you back."
Xie Fengxue said half-truthfully, "Then you better make plans soon. I'm very popular in the Immortal Realm."
Changxia waved his hand to show that he didn't care.
"It doesn't matter. I'm about to fight Pei Jianshou. If I win, I'll be the most powerful swordsman in all of Cangxuan. I've tried before, and they can't beat me."
Finally, she whispered, "My master once told me that as long as I mastered the sword, there would be no worries in the world."
"Then my senior brother told me that I just need to do what I want to do and he will help me take care of everything."
"You all lied to me."
Xie Fengxue was silent for a while, then said softly, "It's my fault and that of my master."
The flowers that grew from the broken pieces of the cup did not last long. At some point, a light snow began to fall, covering the road up the mountain with frost.
Snowflakes fell on their hair, dyeing their temples gray. There were only the two of them in the dream, and it seemed as if they had really lived out this long and wonderful life.
Chang Xia said: "Then let me go first this time."
"You can't always make me see your backs."
Without waiting for Xie Fengxue to say yes or no, she walked into the wind and snow alone.
Xie Fengxue looked at her back, pursed his lips, clenched his fists and then unclenched them.
Twelve years.
In fact, Xie Fengxue had spent many years alone in his dreams.
At the beginning, the time in the dream was the same as the time in reality. Ji Sheng came every day. He counted the lamps and knew that the day was as long as Ji Sheng came.
Later, he slowly modified the formation, and the ratio of time in reality and dreams became larger and larger, and gradually he could count the days by himself.
Eight quarters of an hour make up one hour, twelve hours make up one day, and three hundred and sixty-five days make up one year.
Day after day, year after year.
He picked flowers, admired the snow, and studied magic. Once he got used to being alone, loneliness was not so unbearable.
But after experiencing the long summer, loneliness and emptiness seem particularly intense.
Why?
Xie Fengxue stroked the teacup.
Perhaps he knew in the past that no matter what, he would see her again one day - but this time, he was not sure whether it would be a farewell forever.
But there was no need to let his junior sister know this.
——
After Changxia woke up from the dream, she returned to her monotonous life in Tianlai Tower, but this time she had a sword and no longer worked as a blacksmith.
Zhu You saw that she didn't go out every day and was worried.
"It's not a good idea to keep doing this all the time. Aren't monks most concerned about that... state of mind? Why don't you go out for a walk and calm down?"
Chang Xia has been feeling lazy since she came out of the dream, as if she has no interest in anything. She said nonchalantly, "What's the point of calming down? Pei Jianshou can't beat me now."
The old man's beard was puffing with anger and his eyebrows were twitching.
"You, you, you...how come you can't even learn to be humble?"
Chang Xia said as a matter of course: "I am the best, why should I be modest?"
She said, "I won't lose again."
She spoke softly, but her tone was strong.
As if he had made up his mind.
The old man was suddenly stunned. He turned around silently and stopped persuading her.
Changxia stroked the iron sword she made herself. This sword was a little different from Caishou's, and she was not used to it yet.
But she had to get used to it, and in the days to come, she would not use Caishou easily.
She looked at the black hilt of the sword forged from meteorite iron and said softly, "How about I let you drift away for a long time?"
She was silent for a while, then said, "If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent."
I have been wandering for a long time. In the past ten years, I have failed to repay the kindness of my teachers and friends.
Li Bai and Xing Yun also lived in Tianlai Tower. Pei Xilai wanted to take them to Sanchi Dao, but Li Bai insisted on following his senior sister.
At that time Pei Xilai turned around and asked Xingyun: "Where is the little master?"
Xingyun really wanted to go to Sanchidao to take a look. When he returned to Xiaolingshan and succeeded as the Zen master, it would not be as easy for him to go down the mountain again. But when he looked at Changxia not far away, he suddenly hesitated.
"I'd better stay at the foot of the mountain." He put his hands together and performed a proper Buddhist salute.
"When this is over, I'll come find you when I have time."
Pei Xilai said readily, "Okay! I've buried a few jars of good wine in the mountains, waiting for you to drink."
Xingyun: ...
Pei Xilai: ...
He scratched his head: "How about you just watch me drink?"
Li Bai was enjoying the fun, her dark eyes rolling around. "I'll have Brother Xiao Su prepare some chicken feet and duck necks for you to enjoy with the wine!"
Xingyun finally said through gritted teeth, "Thank you all for your kindness. I appreciate it."
He could not understand the gossip, and he believed that he could not reach the state of the Zen master, where wine and meat pass through the intestines, but the Buddha remains in the heart.
During the days when Changxia was working as a blacksmith, Xingyun and Libai did not dare to leave Tianlai Tower. If they did not use the sword immortal's way of saying goodbye, Changxia would think he was going crazy.
In fact, when they saw Changxia now, they felt like they were looking at a volcano that was about to erupt.
The old man couldn't stand the young man's impatience, so he held his pipe in his mouth and knocked it on the corner of the table twice to flick off the ashes.
"Why are you panicking? What could happen to her?"
Xingyun disagreed, "Holding it in isn't a good idea either."
The old man said: "Now these are nothing..."
Xingyun was very sensitive to the hint of emotion in his tone.
Now these
This means that there will be more than just these in the future.
He opened his mouth to ask, but the old man suddenly said, "Boy, how is your Buddhist practice going?"
Xingyun was stunned. If the old man had asked him a few months ago, he would probably have proudly told him that he could do it fluently and to perfection.
But now… Xingyun said seriously, “It’s not ready yet.”
The old man chuckled and said, "Thousands of years ago, I asked that old bald donkey the same question, and he answered it the same way as you."
He rummaged through his storage bag and finally took out a wrinkled book.
"The Wordless Book is a little gadget from the immortal world. The Wordless Sutra of your Xiaoling Mountain is a modified version of this. Some people like to 'write' their insights here, especially the old bald donkeys. I found this book at the Hanging Temple when I came down. It is said to contain the insights of the past masters. Take it and read it yourself."
Finally, as if he suddenly remembered something, he added, "Just read the first three pictures. The rest is all nonsense." He sneered, "After all, in the immortal realm, if you go there for thousands or tens of thousands of years, you only grow older, not smarter."
Xingyun: ...
In the end, he still put the book away honestly, bowed politely and expressed his gratitude.
Changxia came out at some point. She folded her arms and said to Xingyun, "You are much more polite now than when I first met you."
Xingyun remained calm: "People always grow up."
Chang Xia: "You're still as thick-skinned as ever."
After saying that, she grabbed Li Bai's collar and said, "Let's go. Senior Sister will take you to pick a sword."
Li Bai sat on Sanli San's back in a daze, and took Xingyun with him.
When Xie Fengxue was away, Sanli San became Changxia's mount, always on standby.
"There's a method in the Three-Foot Dao called 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin'. All of Cang Xuan's ownerless swords will be summoned. Approximately 70% of them will respond, automatically flying to the Sword Mound to be buried, awaiting their next destined owner."
"The Three-foot Dao Sword Tomb is open to all Cang Xuan people every spring and summer. You can go there to find the sword that is destined for you at any time."
Xingyun asked: "Didn't you say last time that you wouldn't go to the Sword Tomb, but would go forge a sword for Li Bai?"
Changxia lowered her eyes and did not explain.
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