Li Tian Zodiac

"You have to remember that on the endless blue sky, your unique name is engraved." Who is speaking?

"And those fates that will always belong to you will not be left to others to decide. It is a trajectory that cannot be broken even at the end of time, and that trajectory will remain forever..."

"Remember, I exist for you..."

"Don't miss it, just leave..."

"...Who are you?" In the boundless dreamland, he could only hear himself asking this question in a daze.

The empty voice echoed in the huge white illusion, empty, as if there was a piece missing in my heart.

There was no answer, and the gentle voice seemed to have gone away, leaving him alone in the empty white, too cold to breathe...

"..." He panicked, waving his arms and staggering forward. He stretched out his pale hands and clenched them tightly. However, that faint figure turned around and turned into nothingness...

The hands are empty, nothing.

That person...disappeared?

Shen Changling raised his head and looked around. It was white, and the surroundings were eternal white. In this nothingness filled with white in all directions, he couldn't see any other colors, only a piece of pale white.

Looking at his feet quietly, Shen Changling fell to the ground and hugged himself tightly again.

Is all this about to end?

I don't know when, he will have the same dream every full moon night. In the dream, there is a silent white.

Whenever the moonlight gently shines on his body through the window, he will always quietly stare at the white jade moon and fall into such a dream.

Seems to never stop...

Probably, a never-ending reincarnation...

Unable to hear the whispers in his ear, he could only see traces of huge silhouettes flying over the ground at certain moments when he was sitting on the ground with his knees hugged.

Like a huge bird with its wings spread.

It's really strange, in such a white space that can't reflect everything, there is actually a projection of the sky!He sighed, then looked overhead.

However, even if he looked up the moment he saw the gray shadow, he could only see the familiar yet unfamiliar, terrifying white.Those whites shone in the sky above him, and shone into the depths of his dark eyes, leaving an irreversible emptiness.

"I should leave..." Looking at the sky, there was a strange light in Shen Changling's clean eyes, he put down his arms around his legs, stood up, and walked in a certain direction.

Until waking up, and then, there is a new reincarnation, going round and round and never ending...

*

A lot of flowers have fallen in the yard.

Such cyan and tiny petals were scattered all over the ground with the wind, but they still showed vigorous vitality.

However, no one paid attention to this beautiful scenery, Shen Changling rolled up his sleeves, looked at the mess all over the floor, and sighed helplessly.

There are missing petals left on the floor, and along with the branches and leaves flying with the wind, they continue to fly to the blank ground...

There are quite a few people around who are also working hard. They are wearing simple blue robes of the same style. The cuffs are tied with thin ropes so as not to hinder the completion of work. Only the strange blue color is embroidered on the collar. petal.

The petals seem to have vitality, extending upwards, but they are not eye-catching. It doesn't take much effort to embroider on the collar, like a simple logo, very unobtrusive.

After all, that is the symbol of all the servants of the eleventh house, it seems, is called Jiayuehua.

Jiayue was also called November when Shen Changling lived. On November, he smiled and shook his head.

Such a coincidence is indeed very beautiful, isn't it?

Shen Changling stretched out his hands to straighten his sleeves, carefully tied the ropes on his hands, and after neatly sorting the things in his hands, he walked out of the room.

He followed the blue crowd and walked towards the small door on one side - through there, it was the cafeteria where these low-level servants ate.

"Ding..." After the small bell rang, it was time for dinner.

This is No. 15 days since he came here.

As a modern person, he has neither the best relatives to show off his power, nor the sad drama of sadomasochistic love. He just came here as soon as he woke up after finishing his work seriously one day.

For this, Shen Changling is very easygoing.

Here is like an overhead ancient time and space, there are no court disputes, battlefield fighting, and some are contests between various forces in the rivers and lakes.

And here is the Litian Zodiac Palace, which is famous in the world.

It is very big, rather than a Jianghu gang, it is more like a large city - no, judging from the information Shen Changling has inquired so far, it is more like a small country gathered by many cities.

Really amazing isn't it?A "country" that is not dominated by the emperor, but more like a private armed force.

There is an area near the sea from the Twelve Palaces of Heaven, and ships often bring endless rare treasures from the depths of the ocean.

All kinds of businessmen came here and gathered together to exchange information. On the pier, people of different skin colors and languages ​​can often be seen communicating together, accompanied by extreme openness of mind.

Thinking of this, Shen Changling touched his short hair. A "outsider" like him who was brought in to work in a suit of clothes was not regarded as a different kind because of the reason of "body, hair, skin, and skin of his parents". I really want to thank this environment where all kinds of ideas flourish.

However, it is precisely because of his unknown identity that even though he is considered a master, he still has to start as a lowly servant.

After sighing silently, Shen Changling went back to the Datong shop, greeted the roommate who took over the shift, washed up and fell asleep.

*

The night wind was much more gentle than that during the day, and under the bright moonlight, the garden seemed much more peaceful and serene.

Shen Changling looked around slowly, found a successor, completed the handover procedures, and found a place to sit down.

Even though this is the most remote and desolate garden among the Eleven Palaces, according to Shen Changling's eyes, it is still considered exquisite and magnificent.

Even in modern times, it has the potential to become a tourist attraction where people come and go.

This is just an inconspicuous garden in the Eleventh Palace, and the Eleventh Palace is a remote place far from the center of the entire Litian Palace—after all, even the name is just a perfunctory number.

In comparison, Litian Palace, the leading palace used as a collective name in the Litian Twelve Palaces, should be even more amazing than here!

It's like a country is named after its proudest capital, which itself implies incomparable confidence and preference for it, and its strength is so powerful that it is shocking.

But now Shen Changling just flashed these faint guesses in his mind. After he settled in a specific position, the next thing he had to do was to wait.

Yes, it is impossible for new servants like them to complete night duty—similar to guards—such a highly dangerous job.

He turned sideways, and his eyes swept over certain places vaguely.

There are many security personnel patrolling back and forth, perhaps, there are more personnel hidden in the dark.

And their positions are more to provide convenient personnel for their attendants when there are big people playing on a whim at night.

That's right, even if the "two remote places" are occupied here, this point must still be observed.

However, for a person like him who likes to be comfortable and doesn't have the kind of effort to make a breakthrough, this place is undoubtedly a very leisurely working environment.

So Shen Changling began to struggle with her dream of sleeping alone.

Should we continue to struggle?Or just live in peace like this?

The tea in the house was gurgling and steaming, and the steam floated out through the open window.

Shen Changling reached out and brought the hot tea off the stove, poured it into a cup, and took a small sip.

The scent of flowers in the tea is very weak. These are the petals in good condition that he collected from the garden in these days, and the stock left after unified baking.

It is said that the petals of the eleventh house sign can be used as medicine and edible, and it is also delicious when boiled into petal sauce, so Shen Changling asked for some to make tea.

Not to mention, it's quite delicious. The taste is very light when you first taste it, but after entering your lips, it lingers on your lips, and the taste is slightly sweet but not greasy.

Coupled with the evening snacks brought from the kitchen, Shen Changling narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, so he accidentally drank too much.

"Huh..." After going out to settle the matter, Shen Changling let out a long breath, turned around and wanted to go back to the room on duty.

Such a simplistic hut, compared to the big bunk he has been sleeping in, is more like a space that belongs to him alone, narrow and safe.

However, everything in front of him made him stand there silently, unable to move for a long time.

what is this?

There was no trace of the path that was supposed to return, and the surrounding area was filled with fog, making it difficult for people to see the future clearly.

Even the moonlight was pale, the surrounding environment seemed to be enveloped, and the air pressure was very low.

Shen Changling couldn't help holding his breath, he thought about it, and finally chose to walk forward lightly.

No matter how the scene in front of him caused it, it was not the best thing to stay where he was. Breaking through the predicament based on the existing conditions was one of his favorite things to do.

As if stepping into some kind of diaphragm, the hazy feeling just now gradually faded away, and Shen Changling slowly saw everything in front of him clearly.

This place still seems to be a garden, with flowers big and small swaying gracefully, swaying with the wind under the shade of green leaves, letting the moonlight cast a layer of white gauze on them.

It looks much better here than the garden he stayed in before, not to say that the layout is so exquisite and gorgeous, but...

A word suddenly popped up in Shen Changling's mind: vigor.

Yes, even a building has its own life, and the garden in front of you has unimaginable vigor and vitality, like the finishing touch, everything here seems to come alive.

Raising her hand to touch a small flower beside her, Shen Changling smiled softly, it seemed that she had come to an extraordinary place.

In a place like this, it shouldn't be difficult to find someone.

Maintaining his most respectful and upright posture, he raised his feet and walked towards the depths hidden by the flowers.

"Who is there?" A faint inquiry came from the depths of the flowers.

The voice was very soft and cold, and it seemed unreasonable at first glance, but there was an indescribable tenderness hidden in it.

And the first reaction to a stranger in the middle of the night is to ask, not to draw a sword - especially for this era of prohibition by force, this in itself is a great tolerance.

"I am a servant of the Eleventh Palace. I accidentally got lost and came here. Please forgive me if I disturb you." Shen Changling bowed his head respectfully and walked forward slowly. He maintained a polite but not offensive distance.

Even if the other party is gentle, he cannot exceed the rules. This is the most important rule he has experienced in so many years of life.

In particular, this is an era when human life is worthless, and every move must be more cautious.

Then he slowly explained the reason why he came here. For such a person, lying is far less realistic than telling the truth, not to mention that he has no reason to lie, does he?

The man was sitting in a wheelchair, and seemed to look sideways at Shen Changling. The man in front of him was wearing the uniform of a low-level servant of the Eleventh Palace, standing there with his hands down and his head down. With an attitude of respect that is neither humble nor overbearing.

Keeping one's eyes on one's nose, one's nose and one's heart, one's tone of voice is calm and calm. This is a standard posture that can only be cultivated after training, and it is definitely not the bearing that a low-level servant who has just entered the palace can possess.

But he didn't say anything, he just raised his hand and turned the wheel on his side, and the wooden wheelchair rolled forward on the ground, making a soft creaking sound.

"I see, you probably came here by accident by mistakenly entering the formation." The voice of the young man in the wheelchair was still calm, and he explained without haste, but he didn't go into the specific reasons. , it seems that there is nothing surprising about the situation in front of you.

Formation?Shen Changting listened, on the surface he was calm, but there was a slow chill penetrating into his bones, it was the reaction when he was suddenly frightened - there is a formation that can transfer a person to another place?And does this have anything to do with the reason why I came here?

He always thought that his time travel was a god's prank. It seems that all this might really be a "god" prank, right?

He didn't dare to think about it any further.

The author has something to say: Happy writing on the last day of the year~

For example, there is no outline for the full text, and you can write whatever you want, but (take a look at my saved manuscript), at this stage, it can still be done once a day.

The writing style is probably very old-fashioned, and it is still very difficult for the author who is used to the smooth plot, but suddenly I want to write 1416, so I have to write it while crying~

It's probably going to be cold, so I'm just going to write about it, and readers can just take a look (18.12.31)

ps: It will be updated on time at [-] o'clock every night, if you want to watch it, you can come (wave your hand, wave your handkerchief, wave ~)

pps: I feel that the writing will become smoother and smoother (should?), so the writing style should be getting better and better. I hope my level can improve. I still have a lot of genres I want to write. By the way, Happy New Year’s Day ~ (19.1.1 )

Modify it, I still think it is better to update at 12:00 noon, 9:00 pm seems to be easily overlooked, although no one will watch it_(:з」∠)_～