The night is like water, and the moonlight pours down.
In the courtyard of the Azure Stone Palace, Qin Feng personally placed a stone table, two jade cups, and a pot of tea.
The aroma of tea, mixed with the fragrance of flowers in the evening breeze, is refreshing.
On both sides of the stone table, two gorgeous goddesses sat.
Shi Ji is dressed in a red dress, showing both heroism and charm. Her sitting posture still carries a bit of the Interception Sect's arrogance.
Chang'e is dressed in white, cold and gentle intertwined, and as her eyes wander, she is so charming that I feel pity for her.
The tense situation during the day has long since disappeared under Qin Feng's vigorous arrangements.
But at this moment, the two of them were sitting across from each other, and the atmosphere was still a little subtle.
There is no tit-for-tat confrontation, but there is a touch of alienation and politeness of not knowing how to get along.
After all, it was Shi Ji who spoke first.
As "Mistress", which Qin Feng personally admits, she has this responsibility and this position.
She lifted the teapot and filled the jade cup in front of Chang'e, her movements were graceful and just right.
"Sister, try it. This is Immortal Tea that Daoist brother ordered from Kunlun Mountain. It tastes pretty good."
The phrase "brother Daoist came by the way" is an understatement that conveys a sense of familiarity and intimacy.
Chang'e picked up the tea cup and took a sip. She felt a refreshing spiritual energy slide down her throat and into her belly, clearing her soul.
"Good tea." She praised sincerely, then raised her eyes and looked at Shi Ji opposite, saying in a soft voice, "Thank you, sister."
Shi Ji smiled slightly, the smile was less wary than usual and more sincere.
"Sister, you don't have to be so polite."
She put down her tea cup and looked at the bright Ming Yue on the horizon. Her eyes became a little distant, as if she was caught in a long memory.
"Speaking of which, I actually... feel the same way about my sister."
Chang'e was slightly startled when he heard this.
Just listen to the voice of Shi Ji, with a hint of self-mockery, slowly ringing.
"Back then, I was also a disciple of the Interception Sect, claiming to be a disciple of a saint, and I was free and easy. But just because my disciple had some conflicts with Nezha of the Chan Sect, Taiyi Zhenren, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chan Sects, came directly to the door without asking any questions."
Having said this, Shi Ji's eyes flashed with a hint of chill and humiliation.
"He relied on the fact that he was a disciple of a saint and had a powerful magical weapon, so he regarded me as an ant and bullied me wantonly. I resisted desperately, but I was still no match. I was trapped by his Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover, and almost refined my true body, and ended up dead."
"If Brother Tao hadn't broken out of the rock at the most critical moment and slapped Old Taiyi away, I would have been just a wisp of fly ash among Primordial World at this moment."
Her voice was calm, as if she was telling a story that had nothing to do with her.
But Chang'e could hear endless sadness and unwillingness from those calm words.
What about the saint's disciples?
In the face of more powerful forces, you are still a chess piece that you give up when you want to give it up and sacrifice when you want to sacrifice it.
Chang'e thought of himself.
She listened silently, picked up the teacup, and refilled it for Shi Ji.
This simple action, like a silent comfort, made the ice in Shi Ji's heart melt a little more.
"In the eyes of their big shots," Shi Ji picked up the tea cup and drank it down in one gulp, with a strong sarcasm in his tone, "What do we so-called goddesses and fairies count?"
"It's just a tool they use to show their majesty, balance their luck, or sacrifice at will."
Tool man.
These three words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Chang'e's heart hard.
For the first time, her cold and beautiful face showed the same sad smile as Shi Ji.
"What sister said is absolutely correct."
Chang'e spoke quietly, her voice erratic, as if coming from the Guanghan Palace that had imprisoned her for hundreds of millions of years.
"Everyone in the world envies me as Mistress of the Lunar Star, who lives in the vast cold and is not stained by the world. But who knows that that gorgeous palace is just a bigger and colder cage."
"Just because I'm beautiful, and just because Heavenly Emperor needs a target to show the majesty of heaven's rules, I was charged with an unfounded crime and imprisoned here, never to be free."
"For hundreds of millions of years, I have watched Moon Laurel flowers blossom and fall, and watched the stars rotate. Except for one Wu Gang who is always chopping down trees, there is no one around me who I can talk to. That kind of loneliness that goes deep into the bone marrow, that kind of powerlessness at the mercy of others, is more terrifying than death."
At the end of the sentence, Chang'e's eye circles were also red.
She never told anyone about these pains because no one understood or cared.
But at this moment, in front of Shi Ji, she said it without reservation.
Because she knew that the woman in front of her understood.
There was a long silence in the courtyard.
There was only the sound of boiling tea and the equally suppressed breathing of the two women.
They clearly saw their own shadows in each other's bodies.
One is the abandoned son of the Interception Sect who was almost refined and became a tool for the Chan Sect to establish his power.
One is behind bars and has become a tool prisoner for Heavenly Court to demonstrate its power.
The fates are so similar.
They were all pawns on someone else's chessboard, unable to control themselves, and their lives were like straw.
The feeling of sympathy for each other arose spontaneously in the hearts of the two of them at this moment, and the estrangement caused by jealousy during the day was completely washed away.
"So..."
It was Shi Ji who broke the silence first. She looked at Chang'e, her eyes clear and firm as never before.
"We are all the same. In this cruel Primordial World, under this cold heaven, the only one we can rely on is him."
She didn't say the name, but Chang'e understood it instantly.
Qin Feng.
That domineering, protective man with a hint of a bad smile.
It was he who protected Shi Ji's life and dignity in front of Taiyi Zhenren.
It was he who, under Heavenly Dao Laws, forcibly cut off Chang'e's shackles.
Only he, from beginning to end, did not regard them as tools that could be used, but as people who needed to be protected with his life.
Chang'e nodded heavily, the confusion in his eyes dissipated, replaced by the same sobriety and determination as Shi Ji.
"What my sister is saying is that if we still fight among ourselves here and are jealous, it will not only chill Daoist Master, but also make the enemies who have bullied us laugh."
"Maybe... if we're not careful, we will lose even this only shelter."
This sentence spoke to the hearts of both of them.
They have all lost everything, so they know how to cherish everything they have now better than anyone else.
When a common destiny and common reliance are placed in front of us, all our little thoughts seem so ridiculous and childish.
After figuring this out, the two looked at each other and saw a relieved smile in each other's eyes.
The little bit of competition that arises from women's nature completely collapses in the face of greater interests and deeper consensus.
"Then, from now on, we will treat each other as sisters." Shi Ji took the initiative to extend his hand.
Chang'e also stretched out his hand and gently shook it with her, smiling sincerely, "It all depends on my sister."
Two slender hands were held together, declaring that a solid alliance was officially born at this moment.
The atmosphere became more harmonious than ever before.
Shi Ji looked at the thoughtful and gentle Chang'e in front of him, his heart moved, and an idea came to his mind.
"Sister, since we are all a family, there should be a division of labor for the Azure Stone Palace's affairs." Shi Ji said, with a hint of discussion in his tone.
"I have a strong temper. I have been walking around Primordial World all year round, and I have experienced a lot of fighting and killing. From now on, I will be responsible for all external affairs of the Azure Stone Palace, as well as the practice management of the disciples in the palace. What do you think?"
These words are both an arrangement and a temptation.
Chang'e is so smart, he immediately understood what Shi Ji meant.
Shi Ji This is an active division of powers and responsibilities. One is in charge of the outside, and the other is naturally the one in charge.
This not only gave her a clear positioning, but also gave her peace of mind.
A trace of warmth flowed through Chang'e's heart. She had no objection to this arrangement, but felt it was just right.
She is not good at fighting and does not know how to manage. Her hundreds of millions of years of living in seclusion have made her more accustomed to a quiet and meticulous life.
"Sister, this arrangement couldn't be better." Chang'e smiled gently and said softly, "Sister is stupid and doesn't understand the important matters of running the sect. From now on, Daoist Master's daily life, as well as the food and furnishings in the palace, and these trivial matters, will be left to my sister."
An outsider with a strong personality is responsible for supporting the facade and skeleton of the entire Azure Stone Palace.
A master with a delicate mind is responsible for taking care of Qin Feng's daily life and the atmosphere in the palace.
There is a clear division of labor and seamless cooperation.
Two top goddesses who might have been rivals in love, after a brief confrontation and a night of talks, actually reached a wonderful harmony and understanding that outsiders could hardly imagine.
On the roof of the palace not far away, Qin Feng was hidden in the darkness, having a panoramic view of everything in the courtyard.
Looking at the two figures smiling at each other in a harmonious atmosphere, the corner of his mouth curled up with a smile of satisfaction.
Only when there is no fire in the backyard can we be consistent with the outside world.
Very good, his Azure Stone Palace, from today on, is as stable as Mount Tai.