In the mountains, there are flowers all over the mountains. He can't recognize what kind of flowers they are, and he can't tell what dynasty or generation this place is in. A narrow stream flows through the mountain stream, and there are steep and rugged stairs on the opposite side.
Where in life is not a paradise
"From here to the top of the mountain, there are a total of 3,600 steps. This Wang Jia, what kind of Taoism is he, and what kind of celebrity is he, so that we have to climb so many steps." Fu Jian changed from being serious at the beginning to complaining, but His tone was not irritated, and he seemed to enjoy the abuse.
"Anyway, find him." Xuancheng said quietly.
Fu Jian pondered for a while, then suddenly said, "Actually, there is no need to find him."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I also know what happened. I asked him to save you that time in Luoyang."
Xuancheng was stunned for a moment, and his heart slowly calmed down.
Fu Jian talked about the time when he traveled from the 21st century to the former Qin Dynasty, why the soul can travel in different time and space, and why the soul of another person is attached to the body of another person.
"Soul extradition."
Xuancheng was frightened by Fu Jian, and he froze in place suddenly.
"Wang Jia said that to save a person, you must extradite another person's soul. No matter what, I know that you are my younger brother. At least, this body is."
It turned out that Fu Jian knew his identity a long time ago, but he never exposed it. Therefore, when he and Fu Hongqiu went horse racing in Chang'an, what Fu Hong said was right, and Fu Jian deliberately concealed it.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said these things. Wang Jia also said that it was actually a dream. When the dream woke up, Fu Rong would really come back."
Fu Jian, what do you know? Do you really know what it is when you wake up from a dream
Xuancheng cried in his heart, wishing not to wake up from such a dream.
In the battle of Feishui in 383 AD, Fu Rong died in Shouchun.
This is when he really woke up from the dream, his body returned, but it was a body that could never speak.
The soul can be extradited, but can the body be extradited
"Is that why you believe what Wang Jia said?"
"No, I said it. I don't believe what he said, but I believe what you said."
Xuancheng said helplessly, "But what you did was what he said for you. You never believed what I said."
There's no point arguing about this.
"Even if Wang Jia said it, I still believe in you, you are my younger brother." Fu Jian bit the words.
In fact, there is no need to emphasize anything, Xuancheng knows it himself, blood relatives, this is the only thing Fu Jian wants to admit, he dare not, dare not overthrow his own myth.
From the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, there are 3,600 steps, and there are no two or three hours to climb to the top. Xuancheng does not want to have a second mountain climbing in life.
Especially in pursuit of an ethereal result.
After resting on the mountainside for a while, Xuancheng seemed impatient, but Fu Jian was not in a hurry at all, and leisurely enjoyed the scenery in the mountain.
"Look, this flower, hey, do you know what it is?"
Xuancheng has no intention to study these flowers and plants.
"Why is this flower purple? Hey, no, it should be a kind of herbal medicine."
"And what are the purple herbs?"
"It actually changes color. When the sun shines, it turns black." Fu Jian started talking to himself, "It can't be poison."
Xuancheng didn't want to listen to his gossip anymore, so he simply got up and left.
"Hey, wait for me."
Fu Jian was like a rascal.
Xuan Cheng heard a lot, and just laughed it off.
At noon, when the sun was high, they finally climbed to the top of the mountain.
In a dry land, the essence of the sun and the moon are all gathered here.
"Did you see him?" Fu Jian suddenly asked him in a low voice.
Xuancheng looked around, frowned, and shook his head.
Fu Jian smiled softly, "Even if he is in front of you, you will not recognize him."
Xuancheng froze for a moment.
"Look, isn't he there?"