Following the direction of Fu Jian's finger, Xuancheng looked over.
In a piece of misty Xuyi, a person stands alone.
The wind blows his long hair, and the wind blows his long clothes. Between heaven and earth, there is one person who is peerless and independent, and he is Wang Jia.
The corner of Fu Jian's mouth raised an arc, his expression was cold, but his voice was gentle, "You don't have to be afraid."
"I'm not afraid, I just want to know the truth."
"I've told you the truth."
"Then tell me, who am I?"
Fu Jian fell silent.
In Xuancheng's impression, Wang Jia should be as described in the history books, with a somewhat rancid taste of Taoist priests mixed with fairy wind.
But when he actually met Wang Jia, he expressed doubts about the description in the history books.
In Wang Jia's prophecy in 384, Fu Jian was told to leave Chang'an and go south. At that time, the historical records recorded that he was in his forties. Ten years ago, Wang Jia was in his thirties.
Maybe it's the reason of living in the mountains for a long time. He looks much more mature than his age, but his appearance is not as old-fashioned as his temperament.
Fresh and innocent, spotless, this is the portrayal of Wang Jia at this moment.
"You are not Lord Yangping." This was the first sentence he said to Xuancheng.
"Your Majesty, you came to me for this matter?"
Fu Jian stepped on his toes, "Just talking here?"
"Where does Your Majesty want to go?"
Fu Jian was speechless.
The three of them stood between the sound of the wind and the world of vegetation, the top of the mountain was especially quiet, even the sound of the wind blowing could be heard.
"That time in Luoyang, but Your Majesty, you allowed me to save him."
"I don't blame you."
Xuan Cheng said, "Do you know where I come from?"
Wang Jiadao, "Of course, I gave you your life."
"But you still don't know who I am?"
"Indeed." Wang Jia replied frankly, "It is true that I can't guess your name, but your soul overlaps with Lord Yang Ping's, which means that you are a predestined person with him, and I can take advantage of this gap to extradite your soul." come over."
"He's dead?" As soon as these words came out, the three of them were startled, and Xuancheng caught a glimpse of Fu Jian's trembling lips.
His heart also twitched at that moment.
"No, he just fell asleep."
sleep? Xuancheng thought, isn't this the scene from his previous life that he traveled through
"A dream for a thousand years."
Xuancheng stared at Wang Jia's lips as he spit out these four words.
It turned out that when I woke up, the person calling me in my dream was Wang Jia.
It is the so-called person who extradites the soul.
He used ancient secret techniques to extradite his soul to an ancient man, thereby pulling himself back from the 21st century to a dynasty 1,600 years ago, and sealing the body of a person 1,600 years ago in his soul , fast asleep.
"Why did you do this?" Xuancheng just wanted to know the reason.
"No reason, just follow orders."
By whom? whose business? Xuancheng already knew it in his heart.
Fu Jian was the instigator.
"Tell me, why?" He stared straight at Fu Jian.
Fu Jian was indifferent at the moment, to be precise, a little indifferent, as if ignoring everyone and everything around him.
"Do you want to kill your own brother? Ah, you know he may never wake up."
"Do you know what happened? Yes, maybe you don't know, but I know, he will die, he will die."
Fu Jian said flatly, "I did this to save him."
"Wang Jia said that only by extraditing another person's soul to him can he escape that catastrophe. If Wang Jia hadn't done so this time, he would really have died, and I would have lost my brother forever."
"So, one of your decisions hurt two people. Your own brother fell asleep forever, and the soul of the other person traveled through time and space, sleeping in another time and space. Is this what you want to see?"
"No." Fu Jian said firmly.
Xuancheng didn't want to criticize anything, let alone waste a word.
Fu Jian's love for Fu Rong has long surpassed brotherhood.
This is something he has always suspected. When reading history books, he has been unable to understand why Fu Jian spoke to Fu Rong in such a tone. They are clearly brothers, but they have never spoken in a respectful manner. .