limited backtracking

Chapter 47

The end of spring and the beginning of summer are the most poetic and picturesque times in Xiting, where the hanging willows reflect the water and the flowers dance like snow.After the last rain in spring, the whole Xiting seems to be covered with a layer of fog, and the mist is as vast as a fairyland.

People often say that Xiting in this season may live in immortals.

It's not true that there are immortals living there, but some immortals will stop and stay for a few hours when they pass by Xiting, watching the world of fireworks.

And among these gods who will stay in Xiting for a while, the one who comes to Xiting most frequently is Immortal Wen Jing.

When Xianjun Wenjing came to Xiting for the first time, he was helping Junshang find a white deer that had sneaked down to the mortal world.

He remembered the place immediately.

Immortal Wen Jing is so busy that she does not touch the ground on weekdays, and most of her visits to the mortal world are for business, and she has no free time to be lazy.

In fact, there are not many people who come to Xiting for official business, and Xianjun Wenjing often makes a detour to come to Xiting.

He prefers Xiting only because in late spring and early summer, this place most resembles his Misty Pavilion.

But she was more angry than Wu Qixie.

A person's misty pavilion is really deserted.

Wen Jing loves tall trees and blooming flowers. He hides his figure and often stops on the vermilion wall of a family.

Even if he doesn't hide his figure, the pear blossoms all over the tree can still cover him tightly.

This family seems to like plum blossoms more, but it is not the plum blossom season right now, Wen Jing saw that the front yard was full of plum blossoms, only a few ruined plum blossoms.

On the contrary, this pear tree, which seems to be neglected, is in full bloom.

Wen Jing sat on the wall until the sun set, but she didn't see a single person coming to the courtyard, as if the courtyard was not her own.

He stretched out his hand to catch the falling petals, and walked back to the misty pavilion under the afterglow.

If Wen Jing turned her head, she would see the young master of the Jiang family pushing open the door of the side courtyard.

***

The Jiang family is a century-old family. At the beginning of the founding of Daqi, the great ancestor of the Jiang family was granted the title of Marquis of Dingbei, and the title was hereditary.

The young master is still young, but everyone in Xiting envies him.The family background is good and the person is smart, and all the officials who came to the house praised him.

The young master accepted it with a smile on his face, but he thought in his heart that some of these words were true and some were lies to flatter his father.

After listening too much, he didn't like to stay in the main hall, and often found reasons to go back to his room.

If it is said to go to review the book, the officials can boast a few words along the way. Dingbei Hou taught his son well.

Looking at these people, the young master seemed to only be able to say this sentence.

So he always said he was unwell.

Then he found that those people seemed to only say one thing, take care of your health.

Over time, rumors began to spread that the young master of the Jiang family was weak and sick.What's more, the young master was so sick that he couldn't even walk, and he couldn't even draw a pen.

At that time, the young master was riding and shooting at the racecourse. When he heard this sentence, he was holding his bow, and the arrow in his hand almost fell off, "Huh?"

The friends who were traveling together were already lying on the horseback and couldn't stop laughing.

"Ah Yan, this is the first time I've heard such words." My friend tried hard to calm down his smile, "If they see you bending your bow and horse, will they think they've seen a ghost?"

Jiang Weiyan glanced at him, but ignored his words.He drew the bow fully and shot the arrow, only to hear a "bang", and it hit the bull's-eye.

Jiang Weiyan threw the bow to the boy and got off the horse, "It's just a lie I told when I was hiding in the house, and it can be spread like this."

The friend took off the armguard, Xiaotiao hooked Jiang Weiyan's neck, almost hooking him to the ground.

"Yu Minghui!"

Yu Minghui hooked him back again, "I'm really weak at this time."

"..."

"But your face..." Yu Minghui looked at his face carefully, "You are indeed delicate."

"...Can you talk?" Jiang Weiyan patted his hand away, and went back to sit and rest under the pavilion.

There is nothing wrong with what Yu Minghui said, Jiang Weiyan was born like his mother, giving people the feeling of being elegant and modest, as gentle as jade.

The son of Zhilan Yushu is not uncommon in Xiting at the foot of the imperial city.

People pay more attention to Jiang Weiyan only because he is the son of Dingbeihou.

Also because of being watched by so many pairs of eyes, he can't do things as he wants.

For this reason, Jiang's courtyard has become a place he often goes to.

Today was the same as usual, he was called by his father to meet some uncles in the main hall.He really had nothing to say to his uncles, and left after answering a few words.

When he opened the door of the side courtyard, the first thing he always looked at was the pear tree in the courtyard.

But today he was suddenly in a trance, he seemed to see a figure disappearing under the setting sun.

"Are there really gods?"

Jiang Weiyan blinked, and when he looked over again, he only saw a few swan geese in the distance.

***

Wenjing came to Xiting again three years later, this time he came late, and the pear blossoms he loved were almost gone.

The night was dark, and Xiting was exceptionally quiet.

Wen Jing stood outside the Jiang family mansion, he was the only one on the ten-mile long street.

The emperor ordered the nine clans of the Jiang family to be punished, and no one dared to appear on the street.

He didn't know what had happened in the past few years, why the Jiang family, a wealthy family, ended up like this.

He heard bursts of cries, the sound of swords clashing, the sound of slicing through the flesh...

This is not the first time he has seen this kind of scene, and he always wants to help.

Wen Jing Xianjun is in charge of the fate of the world, and can change the fate of thousands of people just by moving his fingers.

But one of his changes will trigger a series of reactions, and one day the world will be out of balance, and maybe even he can't control it in the end.

He can't help everyone.

He can do nothing but maintain the balance of the world.

Until Choushi, there was no more sound in the mansion, and the Imperial Forest Army came out with a strong smell of blood, and a scarlet flame ignited behind them.

After the fire stopped burning, Wen Jing walked in stepping on the blood and ashes all over the floor.

He saw a yard of dead souls staring blankly at his body.

Wen Jing caught a glimpse of a winding bloodstain suddenly appearing in a relatively clean place.

He lifted his foot and walked along the bloodstain.

In such a huge mansion, only the side courtyard has no trace of being engulfed by the flames. Perhaps it is because the side courtyard is independent and some distance from the front yard, so it has not been affected by the flames.

Wen Jing saw a boy sitting under the pear tree, covered in blood.

Most of his face was burned so badly that he couldn't recognize his features, his eyelids drooped feebly, and he could hardly even breathe.

Wen Jing walked up to him and knelt down, feeling a sense of powerlessness in her heart.

Jiang Weiyan didn't expect someone to come, he opened his eyes with difficulty, and the hand hanging by his side touched the corner of Wen Jing's clothes.

He grabbed it a little harder, "Brother, am I going to die?"

"Brother, help me...help me..."

Wen Jing raised her hand to touch his eyebrows, her life was exhausted, and she was destined not to survive.

Wen Jing withdrew her hand and shook her head at him, "I'm sorry."

Jiang Weiyan himself knew that he couldn't last much longer, he let go of the hand holding Wen Jing's clothes, sorry for staining his white clothes.

"elder brother……"

"Ok?"

"For you." Jiang Weiyan raised his hand with difficulty.

Wen Jing lowered her eyes and saw that it was a pear blossom, her whole body was white and flawless.

In a bloody hand, only the pinched stalks were stained bright red.

Wen Jing took it and said softly, "Thank you."

"You're so pretty." Jiang Weiyan wanted to smile, but it hurt when the corner of his mouth was pulled.Jiang Weiyan didn't want to see Wen Jing frown, he said, "Can you give me a smile?"

Wen Jing was taken aback.

Jiang Weiyan was still looking at him, so Wen Jing could only try to smile.

"Brother...I'm in so much pain..."

Wen Jing knew that he was reaching his limit, and this was the first time he used his spiritual power to make Jiang Weiyan feel pain-free.

Jiang Weiyan couldn't feel the pain anymore, but he could feel that he was getting weaker and weaker, and he wanted to close his eyes and sleep more and more.

"A dead tree can also be in spring, and the next life will be a safe and complete one, so you don't have to be afraid." Wen Jing moved her fingertips, and the pear tree was full of blooms, "Just like this pear tree."

Jiang Weiyan was taken aback by the scene in front of him, "You, who are you?"

"Hmm..." Wen Jing pointed to the sky and said with a smile, "Maybe they are the gods you are talking about."

"Many people say that Xiting is home to immortals..."

"Every place will be protected by gods. There are no gods in Xiting, but there will always be gods in Xiting." Wen Jing said, "I have been to Xiting many times, and every time I sit on the top of this wall, Lazy by this pear tree."

Jiang Weiyan recalled what he thought was ridiculous before, "I seem to have seen you before..."

Wen Jing will hide her figure every time, so it is impossible for ordinary people to see her.He only thought that Jiang Weiyan saw someone who looked like him.

There were footsteps in the distance, and Wen Jing detected the breath of His Highness Fengdu.

"Now, you need to have a dream."

"what?"

Wen Jing's warm palm covered his brows and eyes, and said slowly: "A...a dream that I hope you will be safe and sound, and that you will only dream again after a hundred years."

Jiang Weiyan understood what he meant, and responded, "Okay."

Wen Jing did not remove the magic from the pear tree, and the pear blossoms were blown down by the wind, floating all over her body.

After the flowers are gone, they bloom again.

This is how to see off a young man.

He brought the blood-stained pear flower back to the heaven. The fallen flower would rot soon. Wen Jing thought it was a pity, so she raised it for 300 years with the fairy method.

Wen Jing didn't think about things that had been stored for 300 years, and it didn't take much effort to keep them like this.

The heavy work on weekdays left him with less energy to think about other things. The only thing that remained the same was at the end of spring and the beginning of summer, he would still go to Xiting when he had free time.

It's just that he no longer stayed at Jiang's house, but went to Tumi Mountain, which is the furthest away from Jiang's house.

***

After returning from the world on the Shangyuan Festival 300 years later, he rarely went to Fengdu to find the Second Highness Chu'er for private matters.

He vaguely remembered that Chu'er had saved a file with him 100 years ago, and told him that he wanted to keep a dead soul in Fengdu and reincarnate the dead soul.

At that time, he was so busy that he didn't ask Chu'er in detail who the dead soul was.

When he returned to Wuqi Pavilion, he remembered that he still kept the flower that Jiang Weiyan gave him.

Wen Jing thought to herself, since it is still a perfect flower, let's plant it.

It doesn't matter if it's difficult to live, he just needs to take care of it with immortal methods.

It will always come true.

Wen Jing chose a location in the Wuqi Pavilion for a long time, but still felt that the place where the white plums were planted was the most suitable place for pear trees.

He moved all the white plums to the backyard, leaving a huge place where he only planted one white pear.

Later, the news spread from ten to hundreds, and the whole heaven knew that there was an extra pear tree in the Wuqi pavilion of Xianjun Wenjing.

Different from other pear trees, it is the only one in the world with white flowers and red stems.

Wen Jing watched the pear tree grow day by day until the canopy was like clouds.He stood under the tree and looked up, and he couldn't even see the sky.

Every year in March of Yangchun, countless pear petals are like snow, falling down the more than ten miles of sky steps covered with mist and pavilions.

He always finds a warm morning and slowly walks up from the first level.

The mist lingers around, enveloping the petals blown by the wind, and it looks beautiful to him.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Jing stepped onto the last heavenly step.

The falling flowers stretched for twelve miles behind him.

When he turned his head, he could no longer see the bottom of the sky steps.

The spring breeze blew his robe, and he stood there, waiting for a person to appear in the swirling clouds.

He didn't know then that he would be waiting 1000 years.