People are singing in the tide, but there is no crown

The snow-covered eaves and the beauty leaning on the railings are quiet and beautiful.

the first time.

Ling An saw the other side of Chang Li, the unfathomable strategist.

Sure enough, everyone is like this.

No matter whether they are ordinary people or strategists and politicians who seem to be extremely deep, there is always a soft spot in their hearts.

But that doesn't mean she isn't powerful.

For the strong, all force exists to protect the softness in their hearts.

Even though Ling An now claims to be as strong as anyone he has ever met, he does not dare to claim that he has no "softness" in his heart.

Of course, we may have to rule out trendy girls first.

After all, until now, Ling An still can't see through her strength.

She is the most special existence. No wonder Jinzhou, Canxinghui and Black Coast all want to win her over.

But at the moment, Changli, who is always deep and gloomy, is leaning silently on the railing of the pavilion. In the bleak cold wind of Chengxiao Mountain, he looks quite lonely, like fishing alone in the cold river snow.

At this moment, her thoughts were no longer in her heart, but spread out and blended into the biting wind.

Ling An could understand her.

The mirage is a game played by Master Xuanmiao.

This was not only to play one last round with Chao Mei, but also to eliminate the final time crisis in Chengxiao Mountain.

Of course, it is also a test for his disciple Changli.

This is a plan that kills three birds with one stone.

Those who are good at playing chess often make achievements in the field of political strategy.

Changli inherited the mantle of Xuanmiao Zhenren in this field, which is why he was able to achieve such a high status in Linglong and Mingting.

And now, after leaving the mirage.

Changli finally confirmed the identity of the celestial being that his master had been talking about day and night.

It is no exaggeration to say that when she was his disciple, Master Xuanmiao praised Chao Mei to the sky, which left a deep impression on the young Changli.

It was like a seed called an idol, or a hero, planted deep in her heart.

It was not until the moment when the mirage was shattered and her brief memory returned that she discovered that there was an important and unspeakable memory in her memory.

Before this, her attitude towards Ling An largely depended on Chao Mei.

At first, she had thought about the authenticity of this memory and thought of many ways.

But how can memories be forgotten?

Now, there was suddenly another important character in her heart.

One is the hero who existed in her master's narration during her childhood, and the other is the hero she seemed to have experienced personally and who accompanied her on a very important journey.

Changli was a little confused for a moment.

A slight sigh sounded in the pavilion, but was shattered by the cold wind.

Chang Li raised his head and looked towards the sky, sighing silently in his heart: "Master, you make it very difficult for me, your disciple, to deal with this..."

In a trance, in her peripheral vision, Ling An jumped lightly and landed beside her.

"You are..." Changli said softly.

Ling An smiled subtly, and tapped the gourd with his claws.

He hadn't used this move for a long time and he still felt a little unfamiliar with it.

Hulu made a sound: "Hug."

Changli was stunned.

She seemed a little flustered, and a figure suddenly popped up in her mind: "This is not..."

Ling An shook his head, knowing what Chang Li was thinking.

"It's okay." Chaomei had said it a long time ago that as long as it wasn't too excessive, the cat form was completely fine.

And it's just normal cat petting.

If we really want to investigate, Miss Koko, the cashier at Shifang Pharmacy, has masturbated him countless times.

"Okay." Chang Li hesitated a little and awkwardly hugged him in his arms.

Ling An suddenly remembered that Jin Xi once said that Chang Li seemed to want to have a cat a long time ago.

Although he didn't know whether Jin Xi was teasing him or what, at least until now, Chang Li had not resisted.

Her slender fingers gently stroked Ling An's hair with a little awkwardness.

Quiet and peaceful.

"What are you thinking about now?" Chang Li asked in a low voice.

"Me?" Ling An raised his head comfortably and said seriously, "I'm thinking."

"think?"

"Yes, sometimes I often think about what the purpose of Canxiang's life is? Money, love, power, fame, are these things important to us?

Perhaps we should spend more time exploring the mysteries of the universe. Solaris is big, but in the context of the entire universe, it is insignificant. I think we should explore whether the universe has an end..."

"..."

Chang Li was speechless. She felt that Ling An now was like a sage.

She glanced at the pavilion helplessly, as if she wanted to change the subject: "I made a pot of tea, and the drifter will be here soon..."

In an instant, Ling An jumped back to the ground.

"Hehe, you should have told me earlier. I like drinking tea the most." Ling An looked around and said seriously.

"Really?" Chang Li straightened her clothes and poured herself a cup of hot tea. In an instant, she returned to her calm self.

She finally understood Ling An's character.

"It seems that the Wanderer is also very important to you." Changli said with a smile.

"Yes, yes." Ling An looked around but didn't see anyone.

Changli placed the freshly poured hot tea in front of him and made a gesture of invitation.

“Burning incense, sipping tea, appreciating the snow and chatting, how many times can we have such a pleasure in life?” she sighed.

Ling An looked at the steaming tea in front of him, and suddenly an idea popped up in his mind. He said to Chang Li, "I suddenly remembered that I promised you last time that I would catch the Scale of Thunder and give it to you as a mount."

Hearing this, Chang Li covered his mouth and smiled: "No need, I just thought it was a joke."

Ling An slammed the table and said, "No, this won't work. I'm a man without a crown and I'm a man of my word. I'll keep my word!"

Chang Li was stunned for a moment, his eyes full of curiosity: "You mean, after leaving Chengxiao Mountain, we really want to go look for the Scale of Thunder?"

"Wait?" Ling An chuckled, "No, right now!"

"Now?" Chang Li was shocked. "The Scale of Thunder is near Qichi Village, so far away from Chengxiao Mountain. By the time you come back, the tea will be cold."

"Haha, just watch!"

Ling An laughed loudly, and his body began to change, and in an instant he returned to the true form of the Half-Step Ming Style of the Crownless One.

Looking at Ling An's body, Chang Li hesitated for a second.

Ling An's figure and the figure in his memory gradually began to overlap, one by one.

The next second, Ling An rushed straight into the sky and headed towards Jinzhou.

"I'll be back soon!"

His voice echoed back and forth on the top of the mountain, and his figure turned into a golden flame in the sky and disappeared into the flying snow.

If you don't make a sound, you'll be amazing. How cool!

just.

Looking at Ling An's leaving figure, Chang Li inexplicably felt a sense of panic.

In the pavilion, the wind and snow created ripples in the tea, and the hot mist fluttered away.

Changli sat quietly with a subtle smile.