Chapter 453: Dan’s intention is small, but Zhoujun is unknown
“Don’t think about power too magically,” the white-haired boy looked at him and responded, “The gap between your realm and Kong Xuan Sanren’s is really too big. Even if you have authority, you can't beat him.
"Why don't you lend me your body and I'll help you solve this battle——"
"—— I want to give it a try first. "Gu Xu interrupted him and said firmly.
"Okay then," the white-haired boy shook his head gently, "then pull out the nail on my left leg, and the authority it seals will , the name is 'Destiny', it can affect fortune and manipulate probability... As for how much power it can exert, it depends on how you use it. ”
"Destiny..." Gu Xu muttered this word silently in his heart.
Today, he has become more and more familiar with the scope of authority of Emperor Ziwei from the astrolabe and the functions of various authorities.
"Lord of the Stars" and "Grandmaster of All Things" - these are the honorific titles given to him in the "Star Master Baogao".
“He controls the stars in the sky, controls the calamity of the universe, and the rise and fall of the world” - this is the world’s praise for him.
He is by no means simply controlling day and night with "Tai Shang Haotian".
Time and space, stars and knowledge, fate and cause and effect... are all within his control.
Gu Xu bent down, grabbed the nail on the white-haired boy's left leg, and pulled it out forcefully.
The white-haired boy lowered his head and looked at him with a smile.
In a trance, Gu Xu seemed to see a vast expanse of starry sky, and the starlight gathered into a torrential river, rolling incessantly.
He realized that these stars symbolized the destiny of all living beings.
Perhaps as long as he reaches out his hand and flicks the water in this dazzling galaxy, someone's fate will change unknowingly.
He stood there, closed his eyes, and quietly digested the massive amount of knowledge pouring into his mind.
During this process, black clouds rolled in the underworld, strong winds howled, and the howling of evil spirits came from a distant place, as if they had encountered a terrible natural enemy.
Nearby, the ancient Meng Po Pavilion trembled violently like an earthquake. Countless cracks appeared on the black columns, spreading to the eaves like dense spider webs.
Vaguely, he seemed to hear the white-haired boy whispering softly in his ear:
"Gu Xu, Gu Xu, you have to understand that sometimes, having the ability to look directly at fate is actually an unfortunate thing... You will find that many things have their own destiny, just like they have been written long ago. The ending of the story, even if you try your best, you can't change it..."
When Gu Xu opened his eyes again, he had returned to reality.
He felt the hot real energy rushing and roaring in his meridians, and felt his own strength increase significantly.
Also clearly aware of the new authority.
As long as he wants, he can always land heads when tossing a copper coin, always draw kings and kings when playing poker, and can always hit the target when shooting arrows. He can also turn certain accidents with a small probability into 100% success. It's bound to happen.
But there was no joy in his heart.
Because the battle in front of us was over before he could wait for his participation.
The snow girl's body has completely melted away.
Her plain white dress, together with the Jinghong pen, fell from the sky and landed a few meters away from Gu Xu.
Many clones of Kong Xuan Sanren have also been reduced to ashes.
Only the main body was left - the white-bearded old man in blue robes, standing in the distance repairing his body's injuries.
"I'm late." Gu Xu thought to himself and walked slowly towards the plain white dress.
Some resentment welled up in his chest.
I was not only complaining about my low level, but also complaining about the white-haired boy who kept talking nonsense to delay time and was unwilling to give him new authority.
If he could join this battle earlier and use the power of "Destiny" to make Kong Xuan Sanren's spells make more mistakes, maybe he could save her, right?
"Don't be so whimsical," the white-haired boy chuckled in his mind, "You are well-read and familiar with classics. You should have known for a long time that once you start burning souls, it is difficult to stop.
"Unless you have a higher level of power than her and can forcibly terminate her actions; or when you advance to the realm of 'True Lord', you can use the power of 'time' to reverse time. "Yes, I have known about this for a long time.
The snow girl had no intention of surviving this battle at all.
She just wanted to atone for her sins. At the same time, hold back Kongxuan Sanren and try to get a chance for me.
Gu Xu thought silently.
But perhaps it was "authority" that helped him escape from desperate situations twice.
He always had some luck, thinking that maybe this time, "authority" could help him save the snow girl and achieve a happy ending without sacrifice.
It turns out that both he and Yuki-onna were too naive.
"Authority" can only help him, but it cannot always be his life-saving straw.
Just because Xue Nu sacrificed herself doesn't mean that Gu Xu will be able to escape from Kong Xuan Sanren unharmed.
After all, even if all the clones of Kongxuan Sanren are dead and only one body is left, it is more than enough to deal with a weak practitioner like Gu Xu who has just entered the fifth realm.
Gu Xu laughed at himself, feeling a surge of sadness in his heart.
The world has long forgotten him.
The only snow girl who was thinking about him also melted.
If he died here today, no one would remember him, miss him, collect his body, or hold a funeral for him. He would become one of the many nameless corpses killed by ghostly disasters, dumped haphazardly in mass graves on the outskirts of the city.
The so-called "Great Qi Tianjiao" and "Ziwei Successor" are all in vain in the end.
Unconsciously, he walked to the plain white dress left by the snow girl.
The dress was stained with water and felt cool to the touch, as if her breath still lingered on it.
He squatted down, preparing to fold the dress and put it into "Xianyunju".
At this moment, several colorful flower notes flew out from the sleeves, like butterflies flying in the snow, falling gently to the ground.
Gu Xu remembered the colorful flower paper he saw in Lu's haunted house - many years ago, the young girl Lu Shiyao had recorded her daily moods and experiences on those flower paper.
Unexpectedly, she still retained this habit after becoming a ghost.
Gu Xu sighed softly, picked up the flower slips one by one, and carefully read the content written on them:
“It was May 23rd, the 24th year of Tianxing. Listen to the wind, listen to the snow, listen to the poems written by the Young Master Changsheng. The poems are majestic, and the lines contain thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, but his smile is gentle, like the bright moon in his arms.
"He is such an interesting person."
"It was May 24th, the twenty-fourth year of Tianxing. There was a series of footprints of the young master on the snow at the entrance of the cave. I tried to step on them gently. Still Okay, he didn’t see it.”
“On the second day of June in the 24th year of Tianxing, I tasted candied haws, fish cakes and red oil noodles in Jingzhou. Taste. But because Young Master was here, my tongue was almost numb from the spicy red oil noodles.
"Fortunately, the ghost has no tears, so Young Master can't see my face full of tears." "
"The fifth day of June in the twenty-fourth year of Tianxing. I seem to have forgotten the young master’s real name. But if I ask him, will he be unhappy and think I am stupid...
"..."
As Gu Xu looked through the pages one by one, he felt that the bridge of his nose was sore and his eyes were very dry.
From the moment he broke into the top of Yishan Mountain, "gongzi" has become the most frequently appearing word in Snow Girl's Notes. He knew that the snow girl had always been lonely, and he was her only companion for many years. But he never thought that he would be so important in her world.
Under her cold and ruthless face like the ice and snow of Mount Yi, there is actually a heart as pure and sentimental as spring water.
"Silly girl," Gu Xu murmured in a low voice, "I really just wanted to use you to deal with the enemy at first, but I didn't expect you to..."
Quietly, he turned to the last flower note.
There is no date written on this flower note, only a small poem written in neat and graceful handwriting:
"The wind blows in the evening, and the leaves fall on the branches. I am full of heart, and I worry about you. Unknown.”
(End of this chapter)