Wei Ci did not practice martial arts, and the musician in front of him was not someone ordinary martial artists could see through. Jiang Pengji did not blame him for inviting a wolf into the house.
She discreetly separated Wei Ci from the blind musician and sat directly on Wei Ci's original cushion.
"Zixiao, I suddenly remembered that I left something at home. Can you help me make a trip?"
Jiang Pengji was indeed a straightforward girl. The excuse she found was also very stiff.
Before Wei Ci could speak, the blind musician suddenly broke into a faint smile. It was as if the snow that had not melted for thousands of years had suddenly melted. It was breathtaking.
Jiang Pengji was not fooled. Not only did she not relax, but her brows furrowed even more.
Her left hand was placed on the hilt of the God-Slaying Sword at her waist. All the muscles in her body were tense.
"Are you nervous?"
The blind musician in white asked. His voice was different from Wei Ci's. Instead, it was indescribably cold.
Just these four words made Jiang Pengji suddenly realize that she was so nervous that she was sweating.
What was this person's background?
As soon as the musician finished speaking, he raised his hand with distinct joints and caressed the surface of the zither. He did not touch a single string, but the pleasant sound of the zither rippled in the air. Jiang Pengji drew her sword and slashed at the man's vital parts. He did not dodge. His smile deepened.
Ding!
The God-Slaying Sword that had never failed seemed to see something transparent. The two collided and made a crisp sound.
She was fine, but Wei Ci was affected by the sound of the zither. His eyelids felt heavy as if they were filled with lead water. He leaned against the pillar of the pavilion and slid to the ground.
Seeing this, Jiang Pengji's eyes were full of danger. There was a hint of bloodthirst in them.
"Do you want to die?"
Jiang Pengji said these three words and the God-Slaying Sword fell again.
It also met with an invisible layer of light, but that layer of light did not last long. It could not bear the weight and made a cracking sound.
The blade attacked the blind musician's neck.
He did not move. His body was as agile and soft as water. He easily dodged the knife.
"I haven't seen you for so many years, but your temperament has not changed at all," the musician said. "How can I be at ease when you advance so aggressively?"
When Jiang Pengji heard this, she frowned and stopped.
"Who are you?"
The strength displayed by the zither player did not seem to belong to the people of this world. Jiang Pengji could not figure out the other party's identity and intentions, let alone whether he was a friend or a foe. Wei Ci was just beside her, so she could not use her full strength. Instead, her hands and feet were tied.
The zither master said, "You don't remember?"
Jiang Pengji laughed angrily. "Should I remember who you are?"
The zither master held the zither to his chest with one hand and stroked the air in front of his eyes with the other. The white cloth that was three fingers wide dissipated into specks of light with a white light. When the white cloth disappeared, Jiang Pengji realized that the man was not blind at all. Not only was he not blind, but his eyes were deeper and brighter than ordinary people's.
"You are —"
Looking at the other person's face, an illusory portrait floated before her eyes. She, she actually felt that it was somewhat familiar?
The zither master said, "You still haven't remembered?"
With that, the zither player's zither turned into a long sword, which he carried on his back.
Jiang Pengji felt as if she had been struck by lightning. The material of this sword was obviously of the same origin as the Zhanshen Blade.
"You're the one who gave me the God-Slaying Saber?"
The zither master could not help but laugh. "Is that all you remember?"
Jiang Pengji stood by the zither table, her right hand holding the hilt of the Zhanshen Blade in a death grip. Her eyes stared unblinkingly at the zither master in white.
No, it should be the swordsman in white.
"Pengji, you've done well." The corners of his lips curled up slightly as he said with a smile, "Sky's brain is extremely cunning and powerful. Although I killed its main body back then, a part of it escaped successfully. For a whole 2,000 years, it has harmed hundreds of low-level planes. This disaster has become a reality … "
Two lifetimes?
Done well?
Jiang Pengji felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She was completely stunned.
What two lifetimes?
Jiang Pengji was stunned on the spot.
There was a treasure chest hidden in the depths of her memory. The man's voice was the only key to opening the treasure chest.
For a moment, countless memories came pouring in.
Jiang Pengji cried out in pain. She held the sword and knelt on one knee. Her heavy breathing was accompanied by cold sweat.
In a daze, Jiang Pengji seemed to see the figure of another person appear out of thin air beside her. It was a woman dressed in white.
"Is it really okay to let her recover her memory now?" the woman asked the swordsman in white.
The swordsman in white raised his hand to receive the woman's soft hand. He placed his palm on hers.
"You and I can't stay in this plane for too long. We have to lock up that disaster to prevent a long night from bringing trouble … Let Pengji recover her memory as soon as possible and remember the cause and effect. That way, you and I can rest easy. After she settles the cause and effect here, there are still a lot of things waiting for her in the Federation. "
The woman was strangely silent for a while.
"She drew her sword and slashed you just now. When she recovers her memory, do you think she will show mercy?"
The man said, "The body she's using now is just a mortal body. She can't hurt me."
Realizing that the two of them had left, Jiang Pengji allowed the majestic memories to engulf her. She fell to the ground and fainted.
Although she said she fainted, she didn't actually faint for long.
Jiang Pengji opened her eyes expressionlessly and sat on the ground. She casually threw the God of War Sword beside her hand.
She turned her head to look at Wei Ci. She was stunned for a while before she was sure that she didn't see wrongly. She raised her arms and held him in her arms as if she was holding a treasure that she had lost and found.
Looking around, the surface of the pond reflected the sparkling light. It was so bright that it made her eyes sore.
She remembered many things. In her dream, she became another "Jiang Pengji" and killed her way to the throne from a bandit.
It seemed like a successful life, but it had endless regrets.
She had staked everything on one throw and she actually won the gamble.
Even though she knew that both lives were a trap set up by that man and woman, she couldn't blame them. The legacy of the heavenly brain was still there. As the commander of the seventh army, she shouldered the responsibility of protecting the Federation. She couldn't shirk it. Not to mention entering the trap to capture the heavenly brain, she wouldn't even hesitate to hand over her life.
Jiang Pengji raised her hand and rubbed the area between her eyebrows. She regained her strength for a while before she carried Wei Ci out of the waterside pavilion.
The Yin energy there was heavy and humid. Wei Ci would feel very uncomfortable staying there.
Little did she know that Wei Ci's illness of having a cold body had long since recovered. His current condition was much better than in his previous life.
Wei Ci woke up in a stuffy heat.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw someone using both hands and feet to encircle him in her arms. The room was burning with charcoal, and four or five thick blankets were piled on the bed.
This familiar situation …
"Lanting, loosen your grip …"
If she didn't let go, he would suffocate to death.
"Oh …"
It was rare for Jiang Pengji to loosen her hands and feet meekly.
"Why are you here?" Wei Ci looked at her in confusion.
Jiang Pengji raised her eyebrows. "You don't remember?"
Wei Ci thought for a while and shook his head, perplexed. He really couldn't remember.
Jiang Pengji opened her mouth and said, "You had a fever a few days ago, and you were sick for a few days."
Wei Ci subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't recall his recent memories. It was as if they were covered with a layer of white gauze, and he couldn't see them clearly.
Probably …
He was really muddled from his illness.
"Your Majesty, aren't you going back to the palace to sleep? I'm sick now, and my illness will infect Your Majesty … "
Jiang Pengji's limbs were spread out like a pancake, and she occupied more than half of the bed.
"I'm not leaving. Without you by my side, I can't sleep. Even in my dreams, I dream that you've been seduced by some annoying zither player … "
Wei Ci couldn't help but laugh. "Fine, I won't leave. But I'm still sick. Bring me another blanket."
Jiang Pengji pouted and turned over. She looked at Wei Ci without blinking.
In her previous life, Wei Ci was distant, gentle, cautious, and restrained. He was always rational, but his emotions were always fiercely suppressed.
Now it was different. There was no melancholy between his brows. Instead, there was a sense of calmness and warmth that made people feel comfortable.
This was the real Wei Ci.
Everything was as perfect as she had imagined it to be.
Jiang Pengji took the opportunity to roll a little and reached out to Wei Ci.
"No, Pengpeng wants a hug from Zixiao."
"Your Majesty is not a three-year-old child. Don't fool around. It's not good if you get sick."
Wei Ci patiently persuaded her with a smile.
Jiang Pengji wriggled like a worm and rubbed herself against Wei Ci's side.
While he was unprepared, she hugged him and rolled one round. Her toes clamped a blanket and covered her body.
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