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Changsheng Heaven
Biyong On the top of the mountain, below the stargazing platform is a cliff of ten thousand feet. Unlike the Ling Mountain, which is covered in mist and shadowy, making it impossible to see the bottom, the stargazing platform is clear. There are green branches growing from the cliff, abandoned paths, and a river with clear flowing water. The river is very long, so long that you can't see its beginning or end, leaving only a trace of Changsheng Heaven.
Guo Jia enjoys lying on the tree by the stargazing platform. The branch bends under the pressure, always making Jia Xu nervous. Guo Jia can stay at the stargazing platform for a long time, from the evening until dawn. Jia Xu follows Guo Jia to observe the stars, but after several nights, they still can't make sense of it, so Jia Xu focuses on reading his own books of sages. In the end, it becomes Guo Jia lying on the tree and Jia Xu sitting under the tree, with a lantern by his feet, casting light on the small characters in the book, which are Guo Jia's strong and vigorous yet lingering handwriting.
Even on a summer night, the mountain is still cool. Guo Jia draped in a thin blanket sits on a tree, the tassels on his sleeves swaying with the moonlight. Pointing to the brightest star in the sky, he says, "Wenhe, look, that's the morning star."
Jia Xu looks up at the moon, resembling a curved blade, and asks an unrelated question to the shining morning star, "What is longevity?"
Not long since Lingshan's Inquiry on the Dao, the two questions posed by Chen Gong continue to linger in Jia Xu's mind.
From the perspective of Guo Jia, you can only see Jia Xu's bald head and the tightly clenched fingertips holding a scroll.
Guo Jia chuckled and said, "Have you thought it through, Wenhe? Immortality does not mean one cannot die."
Jia Xu fell silent, but Guo Jia jumped down from the tree and said as he paced, "Many people in this world pursue immortality, consuming elixirs to extend their lives. But immortality does not mean one cannot die. The residual poison from the elixir accumulates in the body, and with just a slight trigger, the foundation of immortality will collapse. What about eternal life? Shedding the mortal body and ascending to the heavenly palace, it is rumored that the method for eternal life lies on the Penglai Immortal Mountain. However, the mountain is isolated from the world, opening only once every three hundred years. How many people can wait for those three hundred years?"
Jia Xu looked up and asked, "How do you know so much?"
Guo Jia paused, bent down, and said to Jia Xu, "Because I am an immortal."
Jia Xu shook his head and said, "Your health is so poor, you don't look like an immortal."
Jia Xu asked this question after reviewing Guo Jia's medical records from the past three months. Almost every time after taking his pulse, his condition would worsen. Despite diligently taking his medicine every day, his complexion was getting worse. Even he himself did not realize that he was afraid of losing. Guo Jia nodded knowingly and said, "You will understand in the future."
Guo Jia's health did not continue to deteriorate, because the evil beast was about to enter the capital. Guo Jia had difficulty sleeping day and night because it seemed that the safety of the people of the world was in his hands. One wrong move and everything would be lost.
Guo Jia's chess skills were lacking, always wanting to restart the game, but the world is a huge chessboard where one cannot regret or restart the game.
Guo Jia spent whole nights at the stargazing platform, his eyes becoming red from lack of sleep. When Jia Xu made a request, Guo Jia seemed to be relieved of a heavy burden, yet at the same time, it seemed like he was repeating the same mistakes, as his lips moved but his face turned even paler.
Jia Xu doesn't know why Guo Jia is like this, but he still asks, "Is this the best way?"
Guo Jia looked at Jia Xu for a long time, so long that Jia Xu thought he wouldn't answer the question, and then Guo Jia nodded.
Jia Xu breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand, saying, "That's it then."
In the days that followed, Guo Jia's complexion became increasingly grim, like a paper mache figure that seemed on the verge of collapsing at any moment, unable to open his eyes again. When Jia Xu opened his eyes again, he saw the layout of the Xun Yingchuan Tea Plantation, and the pain in his legs made him grip the windowsill tightly as he asked, "Where is Guo Jia?" Xun Yu looked at him, and after a long time, answered as if unable to bear it, "He's missing."
A mouthful of dark blood spurted from Jia Xu's mouth. Before losing consciousness, he thought that when they met again, he would definitely tear him to pieces. But they never met again. Guo Jia imitated everyone's handwriting in various factions, manipulated the war situation, but never met him.
This is very difficult not to hate.
So when Guo Jia was found, he went alone, pulling the collapsed puppet, and the warm skin quickly turned cold. The smiling brown-green eyes turned into dead wood.
Jia Xu stood still, his first reaction was that Guo Jia had deceived him again.
He knows it well, but deceives himself and lives in a virtual illusion, with everyone playing along with his act. Jia Xu finally meets Guo Jia in the misty ice chamber, where his pale hands blend with the ice, and his crimson clothes stand out like blooming peach blossoms. But it's not springtime now.
So he has been living in a Lie all along. Is he a divine tool, or a sacrifice?
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