Willing to Give Up
Lingyao's house is on the mountainside. Although her cultivation level is not high, her small house is the tallest one except for Changxia and Xie Fengxue who live on the top of the mountain.
The sword energy here is also more violent than that of the other brothers and sisters.
Changxia is a frequent visitor to this cottage. Lingyao always has countless new and interesting things to give her like treasures.
Changxia glanced around and saw that the window was not closed yet. The green curtains were tied together with thin ribbons and swayed slowly in the wind. The yellowed paper on the table that was pressed down by the paperweight was also blown up by the wind. There were some miscellaneous items around the table, including cutting scissors, leftover fabrics, and gems for making jewelry. Changxia walked closer and found that there was actually a cake mold, in the shape of a five-petal pear blossom, delicate and small.
She vaguely remembered that she had eaten similar pastries a few days ago.
Changxia picked up the paperweight and opened the last letter written by Lingyao.
When Lingyao first came, she didn't know how to hold a pen and her handwriting was not very beautiful. At that time, when Changxia had free time, he would teach her how to write stroke by stroke.
Changxia's handwriting is very similar to Xie Fengxue's, Lingyao's handwriting is very similar to Changxia's, but strangely, Lingyao's handwriting is not at all similar to Xie Fengxue's.
She unfolded the letter.
There are no unnecessary farewells of life and death, but rather nagging. Lingyao wrote, "After this farewell, I am afraid we may never see each other again. In addition to the three boxes of clothes for senior sister, there are another 16 boxes in the storage bag. Lingyao tried her best, but it was only possible to give senior sister a hundred-year-old dress. Senior sister, please forgive me."
After reading only a paragraph, Changxia turned away.
Only a hundred years.
She had only lived for over a hundred years, and now she was saying that it was only a hundred years.
She has only experienced a few hundred years, yet she dares to talk nonsense about a hundred years.
Changxia stroked the letter and continued reading.
He still gave her earnest instructions. Besides the sixteen boxes of clothes, he also gave her cakes, jewelry, storybooks, and some small gadgets to entertain her.
Changxia flipped to the end and found that there were still some medicines for injuries.
She suddenly smiled. Everyone knew that she was good friends with the master of Ruomu Valley and she never lacked elixirs.
But Lingyao still prepared.
She filled a storage bag with supplies, taking every aspect into consideration for her senior sister.
Changxia closed the letter and looked around the room.
The breeze was still blowing in slowly, bringing with it the gilded sunlight, which fell on the table. Changxia noticed that even the ink stains in the stone inkstone on the table had not yet disappeared, as if its owner had really just gone on a long journey.
She put away and opened the storage bag, took out the clothes, jewelry, snacks, and storybooks one by one, looked at them carefully, and put them back one by one.
When she collected the last plum cake, she suddenly couldn't help but took a light bite.
She likes the soft texture and the taste that is 70% sweet with 30% sour.
This is exactly what she wants.
At this moment, a strong feeling of unworthiness suddenly came to my mind.
——Lingyao loves her senior sister so much that she wants to handle everything carefully and keep it properly, but in the eyes of her senior sister who loves her so much, she is just an ordinary junior sister.
She treated Lingyao only 30% well, but Lingyao took it as 100%.
Changxia looked at the piece of plum cake that he had bitten into and laughed at himself.
"It's not worth risking your life for."
She stretched out her hand and made hand gestures, wrapping the entire hut with strands of gorgeous, bright red spiritual power. She froze the time here at this moment.
This cottage will always remain like this, waiting for its owner to return.
Changxia finally quietly stepped out and closed the door.
Xie Fengxue was standing outside the door.
"I thought you would go up and fight Him this time."
Changxia touched the hilt of the sword.
"I can't bear to leave."
That was her junior sister.
She looked at Xie Fengxue.
"You finally came to see me."
It's not a dream, nor an illusion, nor a fortune teller's trick.
The Xie Fengxue in front of me is the real Xie Fengxue.
Changxia didn't know what price the immortal had to pay to come down to earth, and she didn't need to know.
Xie Fengxue opened his arms, his green robe with wide sleeves, like a pine or bamboo.
"I think you need someone to lean on."
So he came down.
Changxia silently put her arms around his waist and buried her head in the warm green.
"Brother, how many things are you and Zuo Qin hiding from me?"
Xie Fengxue said, "We can't hide anything from you."
He said softly: "What are you going to do? Are you going to kill me and him?"
Chang Xia still didn't get up: "I know, Li Bai is your arrangement."
Changxia had always wondered who created such a perfect container like Libai.
She used to think it was an immortal, but the moment she saw Feng Yibai, she understood that immortals were trapped in time. They could only cycle through the old times and had no ability to create new things.
Then the number one creator in the world can only be Cang Xuan, the last master of the art of creation.
Feng Yibai was introduced to her by Xie Fengxue, and Changxia had no way of knowing what kind of deal they had made before.
She was just guessing about all this, but she was very sure of it.
Just as she knew for sure, Xie Fengxue would definitely come this time.
The green-robed immortal's hand stopped in mid-air.
Changxia took a step back, expressionless.
"My skills are not as good as yours, but you are now an immortal."
It was just a newly created immobilization technique at the level of the Spirit Transformation Stage, but she could still do it.
The immortal's lifespan is as long as the sky, but he cannot break any new spell.
Xie Fengxue would not use his phantom body to deal with her at this time, so he had no way to cast his strange time spell and ask his former self who had not yet become an immortal to help break the formation.
Look, this is her and Xie Fengxue. If she is willing to use her brain a little, she can make her senior brother, who is always so well-planned, fall flat on his face.
"Why didn't your divination help me avoid misfortune this time, Brother?"
Changxia suddenly laughed. At first, just her lips curled up, showing satisfaction. Then her smile became deeper and deeper, and finally she couldn't help laughing out loud. She laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her back. She held her stomach and half bent her body.
Changxia raised her head, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, not from laughing or something else.
"Of course it's because, this time, destiny is on my side."
She is the protagonist chosen by heaven in this life.
Xie Fengxue didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed or annoyed by being trapped. He just said softly, "Yes, Xia Xia, destiny is in your hands."
This was the fate he chose for her, and it was also the fate Zuo Qin chose for her.
When was it discovered?
When did you start to doubt?
Changxia looked up and saw the blue sky hanging high.
She laughed sarcastically: "Are you looking at this, Zuoqin?"
——
"Xi Ke, Xu Xi Ke."
who
Who is calling him?
"Xu Xike, it's dawn!"
The young man struggled to open his eyes, and under the bright light, he saw a blurry face.
He rubbed his eyes vigorously, but heard the man say again, "What did you do last night? You could fall asleep even listening to music."
He answered subconsciously: "Zhonglou asked me to steal the Bodhi leaves from Xiaoling Mountain..."
Another young man on the right suddenly jumped out and said disapprovingly:
"You were the one who asked me first what the tea made from Xiaolingshan Bodhi leaves tastes like!"
The face gradually became clear, and he suddenly realized that it was Jiang Zhong.
The Jiang family's noble son twitched his lips inelegantly, then said something even less inelegant: "Well, you guys stole things without even calling me!"
Xu Xike and Hua Chonglou: ...
Is this something worth making a big fuss about?
Jiang Zhong insisted: "No, I have to get half of the leaves you stole!"
Hua Chonglou folded his hands and said with a smile: "We have worked so hard to make such a trip, and you only need one sentence to get half of it."
Jiang Zhong said confidently: "There's also a share for Feng Ruoshui!"
Hua Chonglou: "I gave her her share a long time ago."
Jiang Zhong:
"What do you mean, she got involved too?"
Hua Chonglou: "How else do you think we escaped the pursuit of the bald donkey in Xiaoling Mountain?"
Apart from the phoenix that Feng Ruoshui had painted, there was no way it could fly that fast on its own. So at the moment of making the decision, Hua Chonglou did not hesitate to drag Feng Ruoshui aboard.
Jiang Zhong:......
He suspected he was being isolated, and he had evidence.
Jiang Zhong was about to continue making a fuss, but was stuffed full of a bag. The lingering fragrance of plants and trees could not even be blocked by the bag that was specially engraved with a soul-sealing formation.
He hugged the bag tightly and took a step back: "All"
Hua Chonglou: "Your share."
Such a big pocket is only a quarter full. My God, how much did they get back!
No wonder he was being hunted down.
"You failed the family's time and space skills test a few days ago, and your father punished you by putting you in solitary confinement. We can't contact you."
Jiang Zhong said stubbornly, "Can't you wait until I come out before you go?"
After listening for so long, Xu Xike finally couldn't help but retort: "Who knows how long you will be locked up? I'll wait for you for seven years like last time."
Hua Chonglou continued to mock him, "Last time, we waited for you for four years, three months, and twelve days."
Jiang Zhong corrected: "It was eleven days. I was already out on the last day. I was delayed because I had to shower and change clothes to see you."
He muttered, "You don't know how difficult time and space spells are to learn. My brother, who's such a genius, took him three years to master the backtracking spell. I'm not inheriting the family business, so why is my father so strict with me?"
Xu Xike said, "Maybe they're afraid that you won't be able to survive if you leave them."
He looked Jiang Zhong up and down: "You must have a special skill."
Ginger seeds: ...
He felt he was being scolded.
Xu Xike rubbed his sleepy eyes, and the surrounding scenery became clearer. He realized that they were actually in Taoli Chunfeng's private room. The fruits and drinks on the table had been cleared away, replaced by a map of Yongzhouhai and a report on the battle of Sheshan.
This year is the 80,347th year of the Human Emperor Calendar.
The Tianji List has been hanging between the two peaks for more than three hundred years.
Hua Chonglou said: "This is the last time. After the new year, I will no longer suppress my cultivation and break through to the Spiritual Transformation Stage."
Xu Xike was about to ask why you were suppressing your cultivation, but then his vision suddenly blurred.
Before he fell into complete darkness, he saw Hua Chonglou's lips moving.
What is he talking about? It seems to be something important.
Why, why can't I remember anything at all.
What on earth is it, what on earth is——
Yixiangjun panted and suddenly sat up from the bed.
He actually realized Xu Xike's dream.
He closed his eyes and put aside his distracting thoughts.
He knew the ending that Xu Xike didn't know.
After all, no one knew better than him what Hua Chonglou said and did.
He sighed.
Xie Fengxue has been missing for half a year.
Yixiangjun went from being calm at the beginning, to being uneasy later, and now to being helpless.
That person has always been mysterious, and no one can stop him from doing anything.
But being idle all the time is not a solution.
He tapped the chess piece, bewildered, and suddenly thought of what Xie Fengxue had said to him.
Wandering spirits are everywhere in the six realms of reincarnation.
Xie Fengxue said that maybe he could meet an old friend.
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