บท 128: Observe Things, People and Oneself
"What?"
The big yellow dog didn't quite understand.
"Hand-cranked Helicopter." Chen Xia repeated and, fearing that the big yellow dog wouldn't understand, explained.
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Just know that it's really cool."
"Okay." The big yellow dog nodded. It trusted Chen Xia a lot, so it didn't ask any more questions.
Chen Xia put his hands behind his back and walked side by side with the big yellow dog. Suddenly, he asked.
"Why did you suddenly start cultivating?"
The big yellow dog held the broom and was silent for a while. "I don't know either. I just started practicing this move for no reason. Maybe..."
"I'm not asking about the move." Chen Xia interrupted the big yellow dog and continued to ask, "I'm asking why you started cultivating."
The man and the dog walked side by side, and the atmosphere was quiet for a while.
The big yellow dog suddenly said in a low voice.
"You're very powerful. You're a potential Great Emperor and the strongest among the preparatory disciples. Chi Yu is also good. He's a very powerful Supreme Seed and even got third place in the test to become a formal disciple..."
"It's just me. It seems that apart from being able to survive, I'm useless. Since we're supposed to be three brothers, I thought it would be nice if I could be of some help."
When the big yellow dog said this, its head hung very low, and it didn't dare to look at Chen Xia at all.
It was really useless. Even though it had lived through two great eras, its knowledge was extremely limited, and its combat power was even worse. It could be said that it had no advantages at all.
"That's not how it should be said." Chen Xia shook his head and started giving the big yellow dog some rather odd reasoning.
"A big halberd used for killing people seems to just use the blade to stab and kill people on the surface. But if there's no halberd handle at the back as support, how could the halberd kill people so easily?"
The big yellow dog's expression became serious, and it seemed to understand a bit. It asked back, "So I'm the halberd handle?"
"Exactly." Chen Xia nodded.
"But I'm afraid I'm not even as good as the halberd handle." The big yellow dog grinned, looking troubled.
Chen Xia then continued with his odd reasoning and said.
"How could you not be as good as the halberd handle? In the matter of me killing Qiong Qi, you made a great contribution. If it weren't for you starting it all, I wouldn't have had the chance to kill Qiong Qi."
"Logically speaking, you're the instigator of this matter, and your role is even greater than that of the halberd handle."
The big yellow dog frowned. For a moment, it couldn't quite understand. It thought there was some truth to it, but not much.
It didn't know whether it should be happy or not, so it could only half-grin.
Chen Xia didn't say anything more. The big yellow dog had to figure these things out on its own. He had said what he had to say, but whether it could take it in was another matter.
They just walked side by side, without too many words. Maybe they had both grown up.
This was something inevitable in life.
Near the bronze gate, Chen Xia stopped and smiled, "Come to me if you have any problems in the future. We're sworn brothers after all."
"Okay." The big yellow dog nodded its head. It wasn't clear if it had really taken in what was said.
Anyway, that was all that was said.
Chen Xia walked out of the bronze gate, and the big yellow dog stayed inside.
Before leaving, Chen Xia turned his head and said.
"Remember what I said."
His expression was very serious.
The big yellow dog stared blankly. After a while, it gently nodded its head.
On this day, the leaves had just fallen.
And then autumn arrived.
The entire Heavenly Sword Sea was filled with a sense of twilight. Perhaps it was really on the verge of dying.
The elders rarely came out of seclusion anymore. The old fisherman hadn't been seen for a long time, and there was no news about him.
Chen Xia would often sit in the pavilion, propping his head up, holding a teacup, rarely drinking from it, just holding it as he looked outside.
Just looking.
From Wei Xi Town to the Heavenly Sword Sea, in a thousand years, had he changed?
The answer was yes.
Time was slowly pushing everything forward, changing things imperceptibly. No one could escape it.
For example, a girl becoming a woman.
But some essences wouldn't change. Whether it was a girl or a woman, it was still a woman after all.
So what was his essence?
Chen Xia frowned, a bit troubled, and couldn't quite figure it out.
He thought that he had many good qualities.
For example, respecting the old and loving the young, being polite to others, and caring for animals.
But these weren't his essence.
As Chen Xia thought about it, he suddenly thought of the Great Dao of Time and connected the two times he had attained enlightenment.
The first time was observing the tree, and the second time was observing people.
So what about the third time?
Should it be observing himself?
At the same time, Chen Xia also thought about what his essence was. If he really could only choose one thing.
Then it should be immortality.
Chen Xia was still propping his head up. He had figured it out, but he just couldn't be happy. He shook the teacup in his hand.
The first time when observing the tree was okay. There wasn't much emotional fluctuation. He just thought that time was really a magical thing that could make a small tree grow tall.
But the second time when observing people, Chen Xia didn't feel so good.
He had seen too much.
He had witnessed the whole life of the summer cicada, a life that couldn't be simply described as good or bad.
Chen Xia sighed, picked up the teacup and took a sip, tilted his head, and began to look at this autumn.
From early autumn to late autumn, just one word had changed, but a hundred days had passed.
He slowly stood up. His body was a bit stiff and only recovered after a while. He walked out of the pavilion and stopped at the place where there were the most fallen leaves.
There was a big old tree here, but there weren't many leaves on it.
Chen Xia bent down, picked up a complete withered and yellow leaf, and twirled it in his hand.
Catching a cicada was like catching the whole midsummer.
Then when he picked up a fallen leaf, it was like picking up a piece of late autumn, right?
Chen Xia smiled. He didn't really like the desolate atmosphere of autumn.
The withered and yellow leaf in his hand twirled again, and suddenly a touch of green appeared on it, like the color of spring, spreading rapidly.
Starting from where Chen Xia was standing, the withered and yellow leaves around turned green, and then climbed up the old tree. New buds sprouted from the branches, and green leaves burst out.
A thick crown formed within a few breaths, covering Chen Xia's head.
And then in the next breath.
The old tree blossomed.
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"The reserve price is sixty-eight thousand. I won't sell it for a penny less."
Zhang Daoming held a gorgeous pill box firmly in his hand and said.
"Alright, alright. Our auction house definitely wants this Supreme Profound Ice Soul Pill. Don't be so agitated, Old Zhang."
A tall old man quickly smiled, and his eyes had been fixed on the gorgeous pill box.
Just now, he had taken a couple of glances and was immediately amazed. This was a perfectly quality Supreme Profound Ice Soul Pill. Only the top among alchemy masters could refine it so perfectly.
Was there such a person in the Heavenly Sword Sea?
The tall old man wasn't quite sure. He glanced at Zhang Daoming.
It couldn't possibly be refined by Zhang Daoming.
"Are you going to buy it or not?" Zhang Daoming was a bit impatient.
"Buy, of course we'll buy it. We'll even buy it at a price of seventy thousand. I just hope you can help introduce me. I want to meet this alchemy master and discuss and learn some alchemy experience and skills with him."
Thinking of Chen Xia carrying a shovel, Zhang Daoming didn't hesitate at all and said expressionlessly.
"No, you don't want to."
"I really want to meet him. How about adding two thousand more spirit stones and making it seventy-two thousand?" The tall old man was clearly a bit anxious.
Zhang Daoming immediately nodded, "Okay."
Truly, there's a way to heaven yet you won't take it, but you'll barge into hell instead.
"By the way, Old Zhang, what book are you reading? You've been reading it since I came." The tall old man asked curiously again.
"How to Become a Sword Cultivator" Zhang Daoming replied.
The tall old man was puzzled, "Why are you reading this? Aren't you an alchemist?"
"Used to be." Zhang Daoming just replied like this, and there was no emotional fluctuation on his aged face.
"Are you giving up on yourself?" The tall old man was even more puzzled.
Zhang Daoming shook his head.
"This is recognizing myself. Don't worry. You'll recognize yourself soon too."
Anyone who saw cooking pills with a shovel would have to recognize themselves.
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