Chapter 45 Your Heart is Like My Heart
The moon slowly turned, bringing the shadows on the other side to Cang Ming's eyes. Two figures, one tall and one short, ran back and forth across the endless snowfield, chasing each other and stirring up the snow.
A graceful and elegant young man in silver-white clothes ran nimbly behind Xiao Cangming. Who else could it be but Wei Ci? A rare and bright smile hung on his face, and his eyes were full of tenderness and affection.
Every time he was about to catch up with Xiao Cang Ming and deliberately frighten her for fun, he would quietly distance himself a little, letting Xiao Cang Ming escape again. The two of them laughed and joked for a long time, and Xiao Cang Ming suddenly put her hands on her hips and said, "Brother Wei Ci, why are you playing with me like a cat playing with a mouse?"
Wei Ci looked at her with a smile, and with a crisp snap of his fingers, he conjured up several small, silver-white paper gulls. The paper gulls were as thin as gauze, with wings spread out. They flew around Xiao Cang Ming a few times before disappearing.
Xiao Cang Ming clapped his hands, his eyes sparkling as he smiled and said, "Brother, are you really a book demon? Is this the flying gull that the paper in your book turned into?"
"Yes." Wei Ci looked away. "I was originally just a miserable old book. It was by chance that you changed the ending, so I took on a human form. However, my cultivation is still shallow, and I don't have much magic power."
Xiao Cang Ming said gloomily, "You are a demon, so you will always look twenty years old. In the future, I will be an old lady, and you will still be twenty years old."
Wei Ci was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Then I will also change into the appearance of the old man."
Xiao Cang Ming smiled faintly, looked up at Wei Ci, and asked carefully: "You suffered a lot of injustice in that book... Are you still sad now? Do you think about your worries at night?"
Wei Ci pursed his lips slightly, slowly raised his hands and held her shoulders. Xiao Cang Ming said, "From now on, whenever you feel sad, just talk to me. I will be there for you! When the war in the Central Plains is settled, we can travel out of Shanhaiguan and explore the south together, how about that?"
Bending slightly, Wei Ci looked into her eyes and said softly, "Okay."
A heavy snow fell at this moment. The two figures disappeared into the snow curtain, and soon only the vague shadows of them hugging each other remained.
Snowflakes blanketed the moon, like pear blossoms blown down by a gale. After the snow, the sight of the moon above made one's heart tighten. All around, the flames of war raged, smoke filled the air. Cavalrymen clashed, blood splattered the sky, and warhorses, emaciated and wiry, neighed mournfully.
Amidst the chaos, Wei Ci knelt on the ground, holding the dying Cang Ming in his arms. Both of them were wearing armor, seemingly serving their country and defending against foreign enemies.
The surrounding sounds were silent, leaving only the chaotic, dark shadows. Xiao Cangming and Wei Ci knelt face to face, their waists buckling weakly backwards. It seemed that time was running out. Wei Ci supported her waist with one hand, protected her head with the other, and leaned down with his entire upper body, covering her tightly and shielding her from the flying sparks, swords and guns.
Blood oozed from the corner of Xiao Cang Ming's mouth. She whispered, "Wei Ci, today is my nineteenth birthday."
"Cang Cang." He buried his face in her neck, calling her nickname hoarsely, his whole body trembling slightly.
Xiao Cang Ming's eyes slowly closed, his arm lightly dropped backwards, and the sword fell to the ground. It was a long sword covered in crystal clear water, an ice blade sword.
Wei Ci hugged her tightly and let out a desperate, beast-like growl.
Cang Ming suddenly covered his ears and squeezed his eyes shut. At that moment, the copper-plate-like moon suddenly rose high into the night sky and slid into the clouds, scattering all the shadows on the moon.
When I opened my eyes again, the moon was the same as always. Only a faint black shadow drifted across it, like a cluster of laurel trees in the Moon Palace. Tongduo Mountain was silent.
Fortune Teller Li helped Cang Ming up, bowed and said, "General Wu, you should remember now."
Cang Ming raised the Ice Blade Sword in a trance. It turned out to be the sword she and Wei Ci had used in their first life together to defend the country. Back then, in the ancient building, Wei Ci had handed the sword to her with such solemnity and dignity.
Countless memories, both familiar and unfamiliar, flooded into her mind like a floodgate. Every scene was connected to a past life. After her death in battle in her first life, she reincarnated several times, each time taking on a strange and bizarre form. In her second life, she became a flowering tree. In her third, she spent hundreds of years as a sea breeze. In her fourth, she was a wild tabby cat...
It was as if he had been hiding his talents and saving his energy in those past lives, just to become an immortal in this life.
Among all the chaotic pictures, the clearest ones are the days when I was a childhood sweetheart with Wei Ci.
Cang Ming closed his eyes, letting the memories flow through his body through his blood, finally pouring into his heart. His heart felt heavy, and Cang Ming muttered to himself, "It would take several lifetimes combined to weigh this heavy."
Fortune Teller Li added, "That battle was the most brutal in the Central Plains. Since then, the Demon King has remained in the Central Plains, guarding your relics. The Central Plains is vast and interconnected, and the Demon King has visited various locations, searching for your soul, awaiting its reincarnation."
Cang Ming wiped his eyes with his sleeve and asked, "Then why... didn't he just tell me?"
Fortuneteller Li Xiu raised his hands and spoke slowly, "General, your destiny is already written, but there's more to it than just one path. It's like a complex map drawn by an invisible pen. At every fork in the road, if you choose a different path, your fate will branch out. If I were to remind you, forcefully jog your memory, it might disrupt your mind and send you down a different path. No one can predict."
Cang Ming pondered and said, "I understand. If you take a fork in the road, then all other possible paths will collapse and disappear, and there will be no way back."
Fortune Teller Li bowed deeply and slowly stepped back. Cang Ming said, "One last question... Why do you know so much?"
Fortune Teller Li smiled bitterly and said gravely, "A thousand years ago, this old servant was desperate and filled with resentment. I accepted a deal worth ten thousand taels of gold and was hired to create a book to replace fate."
Cang Ming seemed to have expected this, and sure enough, he heard her say, "This book is the true form of the Demon King. Later, General, you erased the ending of the book. His heart was filled with tenderness, and coupled with years of pent-up resentment and anger, he transformed into a book demon. From humble beginnings, he eventually became a great hero."
Silenced for a moment, Cang Ming suddenly felt that Wei Ci had been very kind by not killing the fortune teller Li. Before she could comment, Old Lady Li bowed her head and said, "This old servant has sinned deeply, and I am willing to serve you to atone for my sins."
With a bang, Old Mrs. Li turned back into a doll, spun around a few times, and was picked up by Cang Ming.
Without a moment's hesitation, Cang Ming threw out the ice blade and flew quickly towards the place where he had just fought with Wei Ci.
After flying for a long time, she still couldn't see the ancient tree. She didn't know which door the magic circle in the mountain had turned to, and she ran into it headfirst. Cang Ming was anxious and jumped off the sword. He turned around and shouted without caring about anything: "Wei Ci——"
The wind blew Cang Ming's hair into a mess, and his cries were filled with tears. Just when he was at his wit's end, he suddenly heard a cold voice behind him saying, "Are you looking for me?"
Cang Ming lowered his eyes, let out a long breath, and slowly turned around.
Wei Ci walked towards her step by step, his face slightly haggard, with a little blue stubble, and looked at her deeply. When he came to her, he said, "I was waiting for you here, and then I heard you calling me. There is a Qimen Dunjia formation in the mountains. Are you lost?"
Cang Ming looked up at the night sky, almost rolling his eyes in an attempt to hold back his tears. He didn't know that Cang Ming had already remembered his past life.
She handed over the doll of Fortune Teller Li, and Wei Ci immediately dematerialized it and moved it back to the antique shop. He looked at Cang Ming and said a little uncomfortably, "I wanted to let her go, but somehow she came back. General, do you... believe me?"
Cang Ming said, "I'm so sorry about what happened just now. It's my fault. Did it hurt you?"
Wei Ci was stunned for a moment and said, "Of course not."
Cang Ming said solemnly, "I guess there was a real mastermind behind the scenes in the underground palace, hiding behind you, hidden in the dark. The master that Old Ghost Lian called out was that person, and in order to make me misunderstand you, that person secretly silenced Old Ghost Lian."
Wei Ci blinked, put his hands behind his back, raised his head and exhaled, then lowered his head and smiled at Cang Ming: "General, you finally believe me. Yes, I also speculated so. That person is the one who stole the Weiyang Crown and massacred the four major sects."
Cang Ming nodded and said, "That's most likely the case. But this person has been hiding in the dark and unnoticed. He must be someone powerful."
"Since he doesn't dare show up, why bother worrying about him now, General?" Wei Ci whistled and said briskly, "By the way, the general also left a gift for me outside my door?"
"Ah?" Cang Ming reacted for a moment, then suddenly remembered Zhong Wuqi who was trapped in the jar, and his face suddenly turned pale.
Wei Ci smiled and said, "Unfortunately, I didn't know what to do with this gift, so I just let him get away. If the general wants to beat him for fun, I can just catch him again."
Cang Ming walked closer to Wei Ci, put his hands on his shoulders, and stood on tiptoe, trying to look him in the eye. Wei Ci was stunned and dared not move.
Cang Ming said softly, "Brother Wei Ci, why don't you call me Cang Cang anymore?"
The wind died down, and the mountain, like a deep sea, was filled only by the gentle mingling of their breathing. After a long moment, Wei Ci's eyes slowly lit up, a radiant light flowing through them, his expression radiant. Cang Ming clutched his neck. Immediately, the demon king's long, slender arms firmly wrapped around her waist, lifting her feet off the ground and spinning her around in a series of circles.
Cang Ming was dazzled by his spinning, giggling like a child. Tongduo Mountain spun rapidly around them, and the rocks, flowers, and plants were all hazy and confusing. Wei Ci placed her on the ground, forehead to forehead, and asked earnestly, "Cang Cang, how did you remember everything? Could it be that tonight is the night your soul awakens?"
"Yes, I remember everything." Cang Ming held his face and said apologetically, "Are you angry with me?"
"I'm never angry with you, and you're not wrong." Wei Ci gently wiped away the tears that kept flowing from her eyes with his fingertips.
Cang Ming choked up and asked, "When did you know that General Wu was my reincarnation?"
"After you ascended to immortality, your fame spread far and wide. I recognized you from all those legendary stories. Later, fortune teller Li Ye predicted that General Wu was the reincarnation of Cang Cang." Wei Ci gave a self-deprecating laugh and said bitterly, "I've been searching for you, but no matter what, I'm always one step away from you. It's as if fate has determined this, and the time hasn't come yet."
Cang Ming touched his face and said, "Now the time has come." He slowly lowered his eyes and stared at her lips.
Her pale pink lips resembled falling crabapple petals, and her slightly flushed face resembled the morning glow.
Wei Ci lowered his head and kissed her deeply. Cang Ming also stood on tiptoe, Wei Ci holding her waist and lifting her up. This long, deep kiss made time stop. Cang Ming was so weak from the kiss that her upper body bent backwards. Wei Ci leaned over her even more forcefully, tossing and turning until the slanting moon was low.
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