readytorunbook Chapter 546 Sitting in the Ruins
Chapter 546 Sitting in the Ruins
A breeze blew through the treetops, and the rustling sound was intoxicating, even making the noisy cicadas' chirping become softer and softer, like wind and water. The moonlight was melting, the grass and trees were swaying, Li Changxiao recalled the past and felt happy. The scenery complemented his heart and his heart also complemented the scenery. The scenery that pleased his heart was also beautiful.
This feeling is difficult for ordinary people to understand. Perhaps Wang Jue, with his chest exposed and hideous scars showing, can understand and feel it a little.
Wang Jue put on his coat, put on his bag again and walked towards the south. He was tall but his legs were a little unsteady, so he walked very slowly and his steps were not very steady. At this rate, he was afraid that he would not be able to reach the shore of the South China Sea.
Looking at that back, it’s hard to hide the loneliness.
The era that belonged to them has completely passed. Now, what they are trying their best to pursue with all their heart and soul is just to shine a ray of glory at the very end, and the souls who are unwilling to be mediocre are looking for a place to settle down.
A sound of breaking wind sounded.
Wang Jue suddenly stopped and raised his hand... With a click, a wooden box flew into his palm and he caught it easily. He turned around and looked at Li Changxiao in confusion.
But he saw that person looking at him with a smile, and a lazy voice sounded.
"Just think of it as going to check it out for me first."
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Wang Jue was unaware of what was going on. His eyes fell on the wooden box in his palm. The wooden box was pitch black, and the material looked like wood or jade. It felt as warm as water when held in the hand, and it emitted a faint heat. It was carved with a tortoise and auspicious cloud pattern, and the workmanship was very fine. Whether it was placed in the mortal world or in the mountains, it was a rare and precious item. In addition to its extraordinary appearance, the gaps in the wooden box emitted a fragrant flower scent, which made people intoxicated and reluctant to leave. After only three or two breaths, a few black hairs grew on his head, and the blood and qi in his limbs and bones flowed smoothly, as if he had become a little younger.
"Immortality pollen?"
Wang Jue's pupils shrank. Now that the world is in chaos, the most prominent thing for prolonging life is the longevity pollen of the Dayan Flower Sect. How could Wang Jue not know this?
But this thing was rare, he had never even seen it before, until he held it in his hand and the scent of flowers penetrated into his nose, he suddenly realized it. Realizing that this thing was extraordinary, Wang Jue turned around again. But he saw that the man in white had disappeared, leaving behind a mess and an abandoned fruit field.
With a leisurely smile, Wang Jue tightly grasped the pollen and walked with big strides, faster and with his back straighter. In a voice that only he could hear, he murmured to himself, "In that case, I'll go check it out for you first."
He took the pollen and took more determined steps.
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Li Changxiao looked at Wang Jue's back, retracted his gaze, and left in the opposite direction.
People come and go in a hurry. Only the moonlight remains.
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Five hundred and twenty-two years of seeking change.
Li Changxiao was looking for a place to break through. After parting with Wang Jue, Li Changxiao felt that he was close to a breakthrough. So as usual when he was close to a breakthrough, wherever he went, he would pay attention to whether there was a place suitable for a breakthrough, whether it was a former secret realm, a former sect site, or a powerful tomb.
To this end, Li Changxiao traveled back and forth to many places he had visited in the past, such as the tomb of the God Mengdao and the country of Dayu where the people now live and work in peace and contentment.
After more than ten years, Dayu has become rich and powerful. That day was just a joke, but both have come true. Li Changxiao also met Wang Ruyi. The empress still looked the same, and her figure remained the same. In the end, it was she, the mortal emperor, who benefited the most from this mausoleum. The battle between immortals and the benefit to mortals is also a unique thing in ancient times.
The two had not met formally, but the old friend's mouth curled up. He was no longer crying like when they first met, but was as warm and outgoing as usual, because he knew that he had been there, and he felt something in his heart and realized something in his dream.
That's all. Why should we be so rigid about being together physically?
It was good for her to stay in Dayu. Whether she lived longer or shorter was not a big deal. If Wang Ruyi wanted to prolong her life, it would not be difficult for her to reform the law given her status.
But she refused to do so. People in the world prayed for longevity, but she did not. She shook her head and looked at the woman, and they passed each other again. Wang Ruyi called the pen holder, and she had a new inspiration. Let's see how she arranged the drunkard in white.
Li Changxiao left again. He dreamed that the tomb of the God of Dreams was not suitable for breaking through the void. On the eve of his departure, he took out all the copper coins he had saved from selling tea and fruit, went to an old bookstore in Qingrao City, and bought a large stack of thick books.
The bookstore owner smiled and made another huge profit. Perhaps he still had a conscience, or perhaps he just felt bad, but he waved his hand and gave the swordsman a bamboo box. The workmanship was quite good, and if it wasn't for intentional smashing, it wouldn't be damaged for no reason. It was just the right size to store books.
In the past twenty years, the books related to the Sword Immortal and the Empress have flourished. From three-year-old children to eighty-year-olds, many have heard of them. Women admire them, and men follow them. The stories also reflect the truth of life. The people of Dayu have become more simple.
Li Changxiao realized this and felt a little amused and more curious about how he was arranged.
Just reading and walking like this is very interesting and has a unique charm. It makes the trip, which is not boring, more interesting. He even memorized some of the catchy poems in the book. After Li Changxiao finished reading a book, he couldn't throw it away, and it was too heavy to carry it, so he just put it in the dream space.
In this way, there is one more old item.
One book after another, one stack after another...
When they reached the border of Dayu, Li Changxiao had just finished reading all of them. He had stayed in the marginal town for a full month, thinking that he should give a response. The volumes of story books also contained countless confessions, so he picked up his pen and wrote a book, recording the confessions that had been accumulated for more than ten years, one by one through small stories, some true and some false, including what he saw and realized when traveling in the mountains, and what he observed and felt when wandering in the busy city, some wonderful, some dull, and even meaningless, all compiled into the book, and implicitly included the reply in the book.
It took him more than two months, and finally the book was printed and sold in a bookstore, and gradually it spread. As for whether that person could see it, he was sure that he would be able to see it, it just took time.
Maybe it will be a surprise at some point in the years to come.
After leaving Dayu, there are other old places, such as Dayan Huazong. He wanted to visit Zhang Mo for a while before breaking through, but was told that Zhang Mo had left Huazong and no one knew where she had gone.
Li Changxiao could only give up, as the world was unpredictable. If Zhang Moruo knew that she had also let the swordsman off, she would probably chuckle.
Li Changxiao walked to the former site of Eryuan Sect.
He walked around, stopped, and walked in circles, but suddenly found that this place seemed to be the most suitable for breakthrough. He walked around the ruins again, and along the way he could see traces left by himself, Zhang Mo and others during their visit.
Even the burn marks left on the ground from the fire were still there. Everything remained the same. Li Changxiao scanned the ruins of Eryuan Sect with his spiritual sense and found no signs of outsiders entering in the decades since he left.
It seems that Zhang Mo did not tell the truth after returning to the sect.
Li Changxiao walked to the former site of Wanbao Academy.
He sat cross-legged among the ruins, slowly closing his eyes.