Ada didn't say anything, which meant that he didn't meow or howl.
He just looked at the girl in Silence, his pupils narrowed to the size of beans, and his tail drooped under Zhao Layue's arm like a sword ready to be drawn out of its sheath.
An extremely faint and cold energy came out from his white hair, passing through the gloomy and gloomy passageways and the thick stones in the castle, spreading to the surroundings.
No sound could be heard, but many things had changed.
All the surveillance equipment in the castle, the objects with chips, the street lamps on the lawn outside, and the satellites outside the atmosphere had all lost their effectiveness.
The girl said with a slightly changed expression, "You're much stronger and more daring than in the stories."
Having finished his work, Ada ignored her and buried himself in Zhao Layue's bosom again to sleep, but his ears were pricked up.
The young girl didn't pay any more attention to him. "How did you guess my identity?" she asked Zhao Layue.
Her identity was one of the most important secrets of the human civilization; nobody knew it except for the ascendants.
Zhao Layue hadn't seen any ascendants since she came to this world; so how did she figure it out?
It had something to do with the scroll provided by the female priest of the Stargate, but it was more of an analysis. Zhao Layue didn't like to calculate like Jing Jiu and Tong Yan, but it didn't mean that her deduction ability was weak.
"Hua Xi should be your doppelgänger," said Zhao Layue. It was also the reason why she chose the Hua family as the meeting place.
The girl turned around and walked toward the other end of the gallery. The sound of her hard soles on the harder stones couldn't cover her crisp and determined voice.
"In a sense, all the humans in this world are my doppelgängers."
The two of them walked through the long gallery and arrived at the courtyard behind the castle.
The well-trimmed green trees in the courtyard had a kind of mechanical beauty, but the tables and chairs in the middle of the courtyard were made of logs with natural patterns, which formed an extreme contrast. The seemingly hard wooden chairs were not hard at all, and their curves were in line with the human body. It seemed that the designer had done a lot of research on them.
Sitting on the chairs, one could hear the birds chirping in the courtyard; it was a good position for birds to pay homage to the Phoenix.
A Blue Bird appeared out of nowhere and landed on a branch of a holly tree.
"You asked me to wait for you. Now that you are here, what are you going to do?"
The girl poured herself a cup of black tea, mixed some milk in it, and took a sip before continuing, "Or do you want to listen to my story first?"
Zhao Layue was not used to drinking this kind of tea. She took a glance and then looked away, saying, "Okay."
Thus, the young girl told the story in its entirety, not concealing anything.
Zhao Layue listened attentively, and so did Ada. He almost couldn't help but jump up a few times.
After the story was told, the courtyard was quiet for a long time. Even the chirping of the birds seemed to have disappeared.
The Blue Bird on the branch looked at the sunrise in the distance, thinking about something.
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"There's really no right or wrong in this matter, only a standpoint."
The young girl said to Zhao Layue, "Everyone has their own standpoint and opinions, such as me and you."
Zhao Layue said, "I don't have a definite opinion yet."
"Is that so? You have countless ways to come to the Main Planet to see me, but you chose to do it in such an open and aboveboard manner. That's because you know very well that those ascendants are in conflict and don't know how to deal with you. You want to intensify their conflict and at the same time test the influence of the Aoyama Sect in this world. More importantly, you can also try to sow discord between me and those people, or at least plant a shadow in advance. "
The young girl said, "You are a very clever child, and I admire you very much."
Zhao Layue didn't expect that she would see through her "all" intentions, saying, "You are very similar to him."
The "him" she was referring to was Jing Jiu, who had taken every possibility into account.
The young girl put down the teacup in her hand and looked at the tea and milk that had merged into one, saying indifferently, "Because we are essentially the same existence."
Zhao Layue said, "That's why I don't understand why you refused to cooperate with him."
"As I said earlier, everybody has their own standpoint, so they have their own ideas; but I'm different."
The young girl went on calmly and earnestly, "I'm created by him, so his standpoint is my standpoint, and his last wish is my idea."
Of course, he was referring to that god.
"And it's not a good thing to have too many ideas."
The young girl looked up at the sky above the courtyard.
As her gaze fell on the sky, a complicated star chart appeared there. It was very bright and clear, and even the morning sunlight couldn't cover it up.
"Chen Ya is in the Six Stars to the Right of the King. He should be looking for the monk who uses the broadsword. What is he doing at the moment? He will tell Li Chunyang's last words with tears and snot, and he might even drag Li Chunyang's corpse to the monk. Well, it shouldn't be the ancient saying of carrying the coffin and fighting. He intended to use Li Chunyang to persuade the monk to join his team. What did he say? He probably said that you're guarding the snowland in Chaotian. Do you think you can watch the humans die here? If this were the case, Chaotian would become a shelter instead of a cave where fires could be hidden! Do you think what he said is convincing? "
She suddenly pulled back her gaze and asked Zhao Layue.
Zhao Layue said after some thought, "It seems very convincing."
The young girl continued looking at the sky and a dim permanent star on the star chart, saying, "That's the number 857. Ceng Ju should have already known about it. He's hesitating and struggling, but he will give up in the end. It's not because he is not familiar with Jing Jiu; it's because a scholar like him has no way to put himself above the whole human race."
After that, she turned to another permanent star and said, "The Great Sorrow Monk is fully aware that Ceng Ju will give up, but he's still worried. It's because it's not safe for him to do so. As such, he's hesitating whether he should kill Ceng Ju or not."
Looking at the permanent star, Zhao Layue found it familiar.
Chen Ya, Ceng Ju, and the Great Sorrow Monk were all famous figures in the history of Cultivation in Chaotian.
They were the stone men of Chen Wu Mountain, the Sages of Yimaozhai, and the founding monks of the Guocheng Temple.
No matter how confident she was, she was fully aware that she was no match for these seniors. She was alarmed, her sword wills fluctuating slightly.
For some reason, the emotion in her eyes and brows grew a bit gentler.
"Look, everybody has their own ideas and believes that they are right. And the more powerful the humans are, the more resolute their ideas are; it's not good. It's like those superhumans in the movies and games. When the two sides have a dispute, the humans will be destroyed before the Sea of Dark Matter arrives … And such a thing has indeed happened in history. "
Looking at the white cat in her bosom, the young girl continued in a mocking tone, "Some annoying things have happened in history, like this little guy. They have brought me a great deal of trouble after they came to this world. It took me a great deal of effort to get rid of them. The situation didn't calm down until Shen Aoyama ascended."
Ada buried his head deeper, pretending that he hadn't heard anything.
The young girl continued, "The relationship between you and Jing Jiu is not like that of a master and a disciple, or a couple. I think it's more like that of a comrade."
Zhao Layue agreed with this statement.
The young girl said, "Shen Aoyama and I are also comrades-in-arms, and we are the only unified will of this world. There is only one way for you to change all this; that is, to replace us with Jing Jiu."
Zhao Layue said, "They are indeed similar. I can give it a try."
The young girl said, "Unfortunately, I can't be killed. As such, Jing Jiu didn't try to do so. How can you do it?"
She was the light of the human civilization, existing wherever there was information. She could be understood as omnipresent, or she could be understood as having a great many duplicates. The only way to kill her was to destroy the current world and set the human civilization back tens of thousands of years like what those pastoral sects claimed.
Zhao Layue gave the same answer, "I can give it a try."
The young girl said, "Jing Jiu is not a human being, but you are."
This was something beyond the concept of betraying a country or a race. Neither love nor admiration was enough for a Cultivation practitioner with a clear Dao Heart to make such a choice without hesitation. There must be some other reason.
"As long as he can live, I can live as well," said Zhao Layue.
She had spoken of her own path.
The meaning of this statement was clear, as was the choice Jian Xilai had made before his death.
Jing Jiu said that he could represent the humans, but the young girl thought that the humans would not be willing to be represented by him.
Jian Xilai cast the first vote, and Zhao Layue cast the second.
Zhao Layue suddenly asked, "Have you ever wondered why he wrote the story about the path toward heaven?"
"Don't try to force the meaning," said the young girl. "All he wanted to do was summon Shen Aoyama, Li Chunyang and the others."
"That's only a part of it."
Zhao Layue got up and said, "It seems that many things in that world and this world are connected to each other, like the monsters in the snowland, the Underworld, the Sea of Dark Matter, and many more. What you and the Great Grandmaster have done is no different from what Taiping Zhenren has thought. This correspondence might be the so-called destiny in the unseen world in the eyes of many people, but it is meaningless repetition for him. What he hates most is repetition. As such, he will write down what he has experienced and tell you what they will do in advance so that you won't bother him. But … you still have to bother him. Don't you think it's really annoying to do so? "
What she said was full of annoyance. As she said the last sentence, she raised her eyebrows slightly, indicating that she was indeed annoyed.
The young girl pressed, "Is it because you find it annoying that you don't want to do anything?"
Zhao Layue said, "He has done many things, but it's up to him whether he wants to or not; it's not up to you to make him want to."
In the story called "The Path Toward Heaven", Jing Jiu didn't care about the affairs of the mortal world, and the Grand Master was merciless; but he had almost died a few times. He had been cut in half at the waist at the West Ocean once; he had tempered the Fairy Book in the Guocheng Temple once; and he had used his magic to patch up the sky when the world was destroyed by Taiping Zhenren. It seemed that he had done all of these things because of Lian Sanyue; but he had taken some risks nonetheless.
"It's not up to him whether he wants to or not. It's not about which specialization he will apply for, what occupation he will take, or what kind of wife he will marry. It's more important than freedom; it's the existence itself. But it doesn't matter …"
The young girl didn't get up. "According to my calculation, he will die in about one hundred days. I hope you can calm down by then, child," she continued after a sigh.
Nobody knew where Jing Jiu was at the moment, but she was aware of Jing Jiu's current situation.
To avoid being discovered by her and being controlled by the Inherited Heaven Sword, Jing Jiu must have entered a deep sleep and turned himself into a gloomy and gloomy ball of flame, trying his best not to illuminate any place or be seen by anybody. However, such a gloomy and gloomy ball of flame could be extinguished easily; it could be extinguished by a sigh.
"Let's pray then," said Zhao Layue.
It was not a threat, but a statement.
"Besides, I don't like to be called a child," she continued.
The young girl said with a faint smile, "You are still children to me, no matter how old you are."
She was a child, so she needed to be taken care of. She could throw a tantrum, but she had to be obedient in the end.
Oh, that's a good girl.
Zhao Layue walked toward the outside of the ancient castle without saying anything more.
After passing through the gloomy passageway where the portraits were hung, it became brighter and brighter.
Ada opened his eyes and looked at the bright place, where a Blue Bird seemed to be flying past.
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Zhao Layue left the ancient castle. She didn't ride her sword, but took the first floating train to the Special District of the Capital.
The thread-like space elevator in the distance and the space station outside the atmosphere glittering like gems didn't interest her at all.
She was like a schoolgirl going on a trip with a cat in her arms. She even attracted the attention of several enthusiastic people along the way, but they were scared away by her indifferent expression.
After arriving at the Special District of the Capital, she found a fairly clean teahouse and ordered a pot of tea that was fairly elegant. Then she sat down by the window.
The window was open, welcoming the dim light and the cool wind.
The Blue Bird came with the wind and landed by the window.
Looking at the strange world outside the window, Zhao Layue asked, "Can I take over the body?"
The Blue Bird chirped softly.
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