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Time passes slowly, yet seems to go by quickly.

Yannian always felt dazed.

Rushing to the front line, all you have to do every day is swing the sword repeatedly, and the team members around you will be replaced every once in a while.

The desolate land was filled with boiling hot blood, gushing out from the enemy's wounds like burning flames.

But it disappeared in the ice, leaving Yannian unable to feel any warmth, and his red eyes were full of coldness.

How much time has passed?

Whenever Yannian thought about this problem and could calm down to calculate, it was a rare opportunity for him to write a letter to Jingyuan during his free time.

The captain died two years ago, as did the deputy captain. There were only a few of the old generation of Cloud Riders left, and now the new Cloud Riders were able to hold up the team, and Yannian was the temporary captain.

As the number of affairs to be handled increased every day, the number of letters to Jingyuan gradually decreased, but Yannian insisted on writing one letter a month and continued to write the micro-novel about Yunqi going into battle and confronting Bu Liren.

The number of words in Jingyuan's replies gradually increased, and sometimes he would talk about some interesting things, such as teasing Jingnian about his reputation and the fact that people were promoting him near his home every day.

But Yannian knew that those were the navy he bought, and they were still very effective today.

Sometimes, Jingyuan still asks, "Why are you so persistent?"

"In fact, you haven't proved to him that you are already a Cloud Rider."

Yannian repeated, "Because I want to be friends with you."

Every time this happened, Jing Yuan would be silent for a while.

As night falls, the candlelight flickers and shimmers like a beaded curtain.

Yannian sorted the letters, one after another, and saw the date of the first letter, which was twenty years ago.

Twenty years is like a flash of lightning for the immortal species.

Twenty years, for him who was originally a short-lived person, is a new stage in life.

He was imprisoned by Bu Liren at the age of seventeen, broke free from the cage at the age of twenty-seven, and then... died, was resurrected again, and is now forty-seven years old.

A short-lived cat that does not live past fifty, spends ten years sowing seeds and nurturing young shoots; ten years watering them and waiting for their growth; ten years harvesting, with the accumulated water forming a sea; ten years enjoying, and it is already old; ten years withering, and it will never see spring again.

In the ancient mirror mottled with copper rust, Yannian saw his own cloudy eyes.

Hidden within this immortal body is a soul eroded by murderous intent and time.

strangeness?

He should be an immortal now.

Yannian half covered his face, feeling very tired. This situation has become more and more serious recently. At first, he thought it was because there were too many things to do, which led to exhaustion.

Until on the battlefield, he could no longer control the sword in his hand. After killing all the enemies, he also had the urge to kill the team members who came to support him.

In the lonely night, the buried nightmare revived again, eroding his spiritual world.

"Am I...immortal?"

Yannian murmured to himself as he opened a letter from Jingyuan. It had been a long time and he only had time today.

Under the warm yellow candlelight, Jingyuan's handwriting looked more mature.

【Year of Respecting the Mirror.】

[You must be very tired recently.]

[The content of this post is the same as last time, and the one before that. I heard there will be a holiday soon, so come back and have a good rest.]

【——Jing Yuan. 】

"is it?"

"I made a mistake again." Yannian looked confused. He couldn't remember what he wrote in the last letter he sent to Jingyuan. He had clearly put a lot of effort into writing it, but he suddenly forgot everything.

The sound of cicadas chirping outside the window was incessant, just as Yannian was picking up his pen to write a reply.

The chirping of cicadas was instantly drowned out by the sound of gongs and drums. Flames shot up into the sky, tents were blown open, and several Cloud Riders looked anxious, "Captain Jingnian, enemy attack!"

"Okay, I'll go right away!" Yannian stood up reflexively, grabbed Zhuyue and rushed out. A huge flying ship passed by in the sky, the air vibrated, and the roar of the beast was deafening.

They were surrounded.

In this situation, the only thing you can do is to fight your way out.

If you can't get out, you will die here.

Yannian was used to it. He didn't feel numb, but just a little crazy. Once he raised his sword, he would not stop unless the enemy disappeared.

Always, always, always——

Just like when Bu Liren invaded his hometown that year, he swung his sword in the same way.

A black gas flashed before his eyes, which seemed to be some kind of sign.

"Jingnian!"

Someone was calling his name, and the cold blood began to flow. Yannian's red eyes trembled, and he regained some consciousness and turned his head.

In the wind, Jing Liu's hair was messy on his forehead, covering his eyes, making it difficult to see his expression. His lips were slightly parted, and his voice was cold, "We've... finished killing. Stop."

"Kill...finished?"

Yannian whispered and looked at the battlefield. It was empty and there was no Bu Liren at all. His subordinates' eyes were full of worry and they seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Yannian just felt a headache and fell down, and was caught by Jingliu.

"How long has his symptoms lasted?" Jingliu frowned slightly.

"Replying to Master Jianshou, it has been nearly a month."

"Captain Jingnian suddenly ran out... fighting a non-existent enemy alone."

Several Cloud Riders answered honestly.

At first they just thought Jingnian was practicing sword skills to vent his anger, until the mad ice spread to the granary, and then they became alert.

I waited until Jingnian woke up and told him what had happened, but he had no idea and looked confused.

As a last resort, they jointly wrote a letter to Jingliu to report the situation, otherwise they would have starved to death on the battlefield before being killed in battle.

"Are you too tired?" Jingliu carried Yannian on her back, her eyes dark. She must have seen it wrong in the previous moment, that terrible black aura.

It is the precursor to evil.

But this one is absolutely impossible. Jingnian is not even two hundred years old. He is still a teenager.

"Jingnian, you must be tired."

Jingliu spoke in a firm tone and took Yannian back to the tent.

Yannian was in a daze and slept for a long time before waking up and sitting up.

Yannian felt very tired, not physically tired, but spiritually tired.

"——k0047...calling system." Yan Xiao said in a low voice.

"Answer me, I don't have immortality, do I?"

A small ball of light emerged, speaking coldly, "A lowly soul is not worthy of an immortal body."

"You're not popular enough, and your own strength hasn't made a qualitative leap. You're just a short-lived cat."

"But don't worry. Once you succeed, I'll seal Mirror Year's memories to reduce the wear and tear on you. If your character survives, you'll remember everything when you switch back."

"If it doesn't work, you can choose to die now and return to the last save point."

Yannian was silent, clenching the quilt in his hands, and slowly said, "Where is the last save point?"

"Twenty years ago, the fourth letter to Jing Yuan." The system indicated the time. "Your soul capacity is currently only this large."

"Memory is limited. Even if Bu Liren didn't exist... you wouldn't live past fifty."

"I understand." Yannian lowered his eyes, his expression surprisingly calm, and signaled the system to go back. He had no other questions.

It turns out... it's not true immortality.

Looking at the ancient mirror on the table again, a cat curled up in a ball appeared in it, with a dull look in its eyes.

This is the real him.

Tell him that his name is Yannian, not Jingnian.

"My stupid brother, what are you looking at?" Jingliu walked into the tent with a bowl of medicine. Seeing Yannian in a daze, he chuckled.

Yannian came back to his senses, shook his head and smiled slightly.

"Just remembered that I haven't replied to his letter yet."

"It's the kid named Jing Yuan. I heard Yinyue mention him."

Jingliu sat by the bed, holding a spoon, turned the medicine, blew a few times, recalled, and handed it to Yannian's mouth.

She specifically asked Yinyue about Jingyuan, about his appearance, where his home was, and what kind of relationship he had with his brother.

She just forgot to ask about the gender, but it was definitely the opposite sex, she was 100% sure.

Yannian hummed, then looked at the black potion and asked reflexively, "What is this?"

"I brewed some tranquilizers. You need to rest. Come back to the Immortal Boat with me the day after tomorrow."

"Your position will be temporarily replaced by someone else." Jingliu stuffed a spoonful into Yannian's mouth. Yannian swallowed it hard. The bitter taste in his mouth made him want to vomit.

Unable to hold back a few dry heaves, Yannian immediately turned over and hid in the quilt, muttering, "Before that, I want to write a letter to Jingyuan."

"If he...hasn't—"

"Anyway, whether I go back or not is my own decision."

"That's not up to you, my foolish brother," Jing Liu said calmly, "If you stay here, you'll only hinder Yunqi."

"You are sick, Jingnian."

The air was silent.

After a long time, Yannian responded, "I'm sorry, sister. I've wasted all my time, whether it's on logistics or handling."

"I...care about him, so I want his approval."

"Is this the reason why you swing your sword?" Jing Liu put one hand behind his back, his red eyes calm.

"That's why I wield my sword."

"Isn't it... petty? Because my sister's sword is for the Immortal Boat, for justice."

Yannian pursed his lips. Compared with Jingliu, his sword style was not big, nor was he ambitious. It was too narrow.

"A sword doesn't mean anything. It's just a sharp blade that hurts people."

"If it helps you achieve your goal, great."

"Jingnian, no matter what, don't regret your choice." Jingliu touched Yannian's head, a complicated look flashed across his face, but it quickly disappeared.

Yannian half-knocked his eyes, feeling that there was something more to Jingliu's words, but he didn't want to think about it at all.

Because thinking too much was too taxing on his brain, he started to feel sleepy again, not knowing whether it was the sedative or the strong toxicity.

A wisp of fragrance slowly rose from the incense burner and filled the air, bringing tranquility and peace, allowing Yannian to relax.

I woke up again, the incense had burned out, the mist outside the window was light, and I didn't know where the mirror flow had disappeared.

The turbidity in Yannian's eyes became less, he got out of bed, sat at the desk and wrote a letter to Jingyuan.

This time there was no long and exciting fight, no legendary story of Yunqi defeating the enemy with a smaller force, and no heroic story of Yannian alone, only a short sentence.

【Respect Jingyuan.】

[Can we...be friends now? ]

After writing it, Yannian felt a little funny.

He had previously said that he would wait for Jingyuan for ten, twenty, fifty, or even a hundred years, but in the end it was only twenty years.

What does it mean to the immortal species?

Yannian put the letter into an envelope and asked someone to send it back to Xianzhou.

After finishing one thing, Yannian began to rest, but no matter how much he slept or what medicine he took, he still lacked energy.

After the examination, the people from Dandingsi said that Yannian was very healthy, which made everyone feel relieved.

Only Jingliu secretly clenched his fists.

A few weeks later, Jingyuan replied.

【Year of Respecting the Mirror.】

【Come back, there are some things I want to tell you in person. 】