July is the hottest month of the year in Dushui City.
Xiang Sheng stood in front of the window of Zifang with his hands behind his back, looking at the booming business of the blacksmith shop opposite, with a gentle look in his eyes.
But this hint of gentleness was soon replaced by silence.
"Brother, I need to go out for a while." Xiang Sheng suddenly spoke.
Wang Tuo, who was sleeping soundly with his wine gourd in his arms, heard his ears move and immediately opened his eyes and sat up. "Have you thought of a way to get rid of the resentment?"
Xiang Sheng shook his head, "No, so I want to visit a senior."
"senior?"
Wang Tuo's eyes showed surprise. He couldn't think of anyone else in the whole Dongzhou who was qualified to be called a senior by Xiang Sheng.
But since she said so, he didn't ask any more questions and immediately jumped onto Xiang Sheng's shoulder: "Let's go."
Xiang Sheng didn't move, but just chuckled, "If we leave together, what will happen to this calligraphy studio?"
Wang Tuo was stunned for a moment, "Shengmei, you..."
Xiang Sheng pursed his lips and said, "I want to go alone. Big brother, can you stay and look after the house?"
Wang Tuo jumped off his shoulder, stood on the table and looked at Xiang Sheng, frowning slightly: "Of course, you can, but you have to tell me where you are going."
Xiang Sheng was silent for a moment, then opened her red lips slightly.
"Xuanwang City."
Xiang Sheng left silently without saying goodbye to anyone in Dushui City. It was not until Widow Wang came to the Zifang after she found that the Zifang had not been open for a day that she found the letter left by Xiang Sheng through the crack of the door.
"I don't know when I'll return."
Widow Wang could read a few words. After reading the contents of the letter, a trace of disappointment appeared on her face. She muttered to herself, "Why did he leave so suddenly..."
Compared to Widow Wang, Luo Hai was quite frightened today.
After Xiang Sheng left, Wang Tuo felt bored staying at the calligraphy studio alone, so he simply moved to the winery and drank all day long.
Luo Hai asked carefully and found out that Xiang Sheng had already left.
"Senior, you're just going to let her go alone? Aren't you afraid she'll get into danger?"
Luo Hai was a little bit unbelievable. Now, disasters were happening all over Dongzhou. Although there were cultivators from large sects rushing to suppress the disasters, didn't Senior Hu know how chaotic the world outside was?
"She doesn't want to take me with her, what can I do?"
Wang Tuo took another sip of wine, sighing as he got drunk: "But in terms of danger, what danger can she be in? Well, I'll stay here and wait for her..."
As he was talking, Wang Tuo fell asleep.
It's not the wine that makes people drunk, it's people who make themselves drunk. Senior Hu is sad and is just using alcohol to escape.
Luo Hai saw the clue and was still pondering Wang Tuo's words in his heart.
Senior Hu is not worried about the little girl's safety, so he must have left some means of saving her life on her.
He thought with some envy, carefully cleaned up the leftovers around Wang Tuo, and then quietly retreated.
…
On his way to Xuanwang City, Xiang Sheng did not use any means of cultivation. Instead, just like he did in the past, he took a boat from the Dushui City ferry, then hired a caravan from the small town, and slowly entered the territory of Lu State.
After walking the same path he and Lu Zhu had walked before, Xiang Sheng stood in front of the bankrupt Tianqing Pavilion in the Mingyun Tower cultivation market and took a step forward.
With this leap, he crossed countless distances in an instant and arrived at a snowy field.
Not far from the snowfield is a rugged mountain path covered with transparent ice crystals, extending upward all the way to the top of the mountain.
The cold that has been frozen for a hundred years is not so easy to melt.
Xiang Sheng looked at the snow city on the top of the mountain with a calm expression as he climbed up the stairs.
It took her nine days to walk from Dushui City to here.
From the first day of the seventh month to the ninth day of the seventh month. One hundred and twenty-five years ago, that day was also the ninth day of the seventh month.
The past is still vivid in my mind, as if it were yesterday.
A moment later, Xiang Sheng reached the top of the mountain.
Xuanwang City was as dilapidated as when I left a hundred years ago. The city gate was covered with icicles, forming an ice wall that blocked the way.
Xiang Sheng flicked his sleeves, and the solid and cold ice wall broke in an instant, exploding into ice chips all over the sky, as if it was snowing again.
Amidst flying ice chips, Xiang Sheng stepped into the city.
Today, Xuanwang City is covered with a thick layer of ice everywhere, and it is ice blue as far as the eye can see.
Xiang Sheng flashed into the former earthen building and immediately saw two palace-style blankets lying on the ground covered by a layer of ice.
She did not destroy the ice layer to take out Lu Zhu's relics, but waved her sleeves to cast a layer of restriction, reinforcing the ice layer here, keeping everything as it was, and then turned and left.
The north of the city was as dilapidated as before. Xiang Sheng walked on the street, following his memory, found the place where Lu Zhu disappeared, and sat down.
She touched the storage ring with her fingertips, took out the Lian Cui Ling dagger and placed it opposite her, then took out a pot of wine and filled two cups, placed one cup in front of the dagger, held the other cup in one hand, and drank it all up.
After drinking the wine, a hint of drunkenness appeared in Xiang Sheng's eyes.
She said nothing, just drank one cup after another, from day to night, and from night to dawn.
Suddenly a soft sigh sounded behind him.
A circle of formation patterns appeared on the ground. After the light, a blurry white shadow walked out and came to Xiang Sheng.
"The dead are gone, why do you do this?"
Xiang Shengtou didn't turn around, but just chuckled: "It's just that I haven't come to see him for a long time, so I just want to spend a little more time with him."
Bai Ying immediately fell silent and stopped talking.
Xiang Sheng continued drinking for most of the day until the sun set, when the smell of alcohol finally dissipated and his eyes regained clarity.
"Senior Zhen Ling, for those whose souls have been scattered, is there still a glimmer of hope for reincarnation?"
"I haven't reached the end of the path to truth, so I don't understand the true meaning and can't give you an answer."
In the icy snow, a white shadow sat down next to Xiang Sheng, his blurry face seeming to smile: "Also, I'm not a formation spirit, you can call me... Senior Sister."
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