First Player

 “Sorry.” He apologized again.

"I should apologize and impose responsibility on you. I can end it, but you can't." Li Guoshi just responded lightly.

 He fell into the bright moonlight of the ground.

 …

Li Mingyue was born in a remote village with no parents and only a grandmother who took care of him.

Grandma was old and frail and could only make a living by sewing clothes, so he decided to work hard to gain fame and let her cure her illness.

At the age of thirteen, he relied on his self-taught rudimentary divination skills to trick wealthy businessmen into asking him to tell fortunes. He saved money all the way to Kyoto, and then immersed himself in studying the science of astrology and destiny, showing his astonishing talent. At the age of sixteen, he passed the exam and gained fame. With his ability to determine the stars and predict fate, everyone made way for him, and he rose through the ranks, reaching the rank of prime minister.

During this period, he was persecuted by traitors several times, and he was demoted and even imprisoned many times. Later, he was restored to his original position, leaving more and more torture injuries on his body. However, he didn't seem to hold grudges, he just ignored them and only paid attention to the stars in the sky.

 At the age of twenty-seven, in the high hall, he told the emperor that his life span was less than three years. The emperor was furious and he was exiled to the frontier. Grandma also died in despair. That night, he held his grandma's withered hand, and his hair turned gray overnight.

 People thought that genius died young, either in exile or on the frontier. His life has been quite rough, but he didn't expect that three years later, the Holy Sage would pass away, and even the minutes and seconds of his death would be exactly what Li Mingyue said back then.

The prince ascended the throne and respectfully invited Li Mingyue back, promising him the position of national master. Li Mingyue lived in the Imperial Master's Pavilion for a long time, reading books on astrology, and continued to learn stargazing day and night. There was no more smile on his face.

 In the past few decades, the royal family has changed through three generations, but Li Guoshi has always remained youthful, just like when he was young. The people regarded him as half an immortal, and even the emperor did not dare to approach him. As long as he opens his mouth, he can tell the time of death of others without any error.

His eyes have watched the changes from generation to generation, witnessed the vicissitudes of the sea, the changes of ownership of mountains and rivers, and the many twists and turns, the endless struggles and secrets of the royal family, and the growth and death of the common people from generation to generation. Later, gradually no one knew where he came from. They only knew that there was an immortal half-immortal in the Imperial Master's Pavilion.

Only he remembers in his heart that when he was young, he studied hard for fame, was persecuted by traitors, was tortured in prison, and was exiled to the frontier... He once had a grandmother named Chen Niang. She was very skillful with her hands and could do everything for him. Sewing white clothes, it was just that she died at the hands of the Holy One, because of the sin of his dictating fate... After that, he learned to be silent. He should be no different from ordinary people, just because he is good at astrology, he can change his destiny, cut off the life-span thread, and live forever since then.

 From generation to generation, the country is passed down from generation to generation. From generation to generation, people and affairs are passed down from generation to generation.

Hundred years later, no one remembers the young A Li, and no one remembers the grandmother named Chen Niang.

There is only one Li Guoshi who lives high in the Astrology Building of the Guoshi Pavilion, with three thousand white hair as white as snow. He can see through a person's secrets with a single glance, and determine a person's death by opening his mouth.

Who dares to approach such a demi-immortal? Who dares to stay in the presence of such a person for a long time?

Even every emperor of every generation only dared to talk to him through the curtain and did not dare to look him in the eyes. For a hundred years, no one dared to chat with him, not even to get close.

　　Pouring and drinking by oneself during the day, and stargazing alone at night. Under the peach blossom tree, the white-haired half-immortal looked up. The night sky was dotted with stars, forming a chaotic line of cause and effect. The world is easy to change. Dozens of generations have passed. Which star will be Chen Niang's eyes again?

The candied haws hawker I met when I was thirty, the frontier soldier I met when I was fifty, the market girl I met when I was seventy, the young son of a prince I met when I was ninety, the peasant girl I met when I was a hundred, One hundred and twenty years old, one hundred and fifty years old...

One year spent similar, each year is different.

Time flies by. Thousands of years of snow seems to have condensed on his body. Even the ancient tree where he often stands has withered. He has seen too many life and death, and the coldness on his body repels people thousands of miles away.

No one will get close to such thick frost and snow.

but…

“Are you the Master of the State? I heard that you know everything, can predict fate, and are proficient in all kinds of talismans and seals. Can you save this white fox?”

 A little prince ran over panting.

At that time he was standing in the white jade pavilion, standing quietly. Because anyone who sees him will be afraid, so he will only stand in one position, looking at the palace wall that has not changed for a long time, until night falls.

 But someone broke through the frost and snow and came towards him.

 “…Aren’t you afraid of me?”

He spoke slowly through the frost and snow. His voice was hoarse after not speaking for a long time.

Even Princess Jing and Princess were full of fear, but the little prince was neither humble nor arrogant and answered him:

"I have never done anything wrong in my life. Of course I am not afraid of you. If you want to see my fate and memory, you can do it. If this ability is used well, it will be a lasting success. I admire you, How could I be afraid of you?"

In the white jade pavilion, the melted snow fell, and three thousand white snows looked like pear blossoms.

His hair blended with the snow. He suddenly turned around and saw a pair of bright eyes among the frost and snow.

Su Shaoqing.

 The little prince's temperament is the best he has ever seen in several generations. It is so perfect, but also such a pity. The moment he saw the little prince for the first time, he could not help but see the rest of his life - short and painful, with nothing worthy of attachment.

Sooner or later, the person in the dream will die, and the kite of the person who yearns for ideals will also fall, leaving only darkness, never-ending pain and bleeding.

 For a hundred years, he has long known that fate cannot be changed. In the early years, he had tried to save people more than once and reverse the tragic fate of these people that he had glimpsed, but in the end it only resulted in a more tragic ending. Destiny cannot be changed, he is just a watcher, not a changer. People who can see through everything also know that they are the most powerless person.

 So, he looked at the little prince and said nothing.

 Just stretched out his hand and healed the injured white fox.

 …heal this paltry wound for your white fox before your end comes. It's the last thing we can do.

 Besides the peach blossom tree, there are still peach blossom trees. Beyond the thick palace walls, there are still palace walls. Besides destiny, it is also destiny. No one can escape, no one can leave.

The little prince stood in a daze among the flying white flakes, with only the fragrance of peach blossoms left on his nose.

The melting snow has fallen, and the white-haired man is no longer in the white jade pavilion.

As the little prince grew up, he could always meet the Imperial Master under the peach blossom tree.

 Others deliberately look for it but cannot find it. But you can meet the little prince just by walking around.

The national preceptor would always ask him if he was afraid of harm, but he would always answer that he was not afraid.

 Because I know, I am not afraid. Because I have no intention of running away, I am not afraid. Because I am prepared to meet my fate and know what will happen to me in the end, I am not afraid.

The Imperial Preceptor always looked at him with a slightly sad look in his eyes, as if he was always hesitating whether to save him. As long as he was taken out of the imperial city, nothing would happen.

 But, in the end, he only heard the national preceptor talking to himself.

 “This is already your best destiny line…”

 Among the thousands of fates that Li Guoshi could see, there was no ending that was better than this one. Even if he takes the little prince out, when Xiao Jingsan takes control of the government and cleans up wantonly, the little prince will still go back voluntarily. Destiny is like a lock around his neck. Even if it is broken, all bones and muscles will be shattered.

 Because he is such a good person.

 The day when the premonition was approaching, the little prince came to see him for the last time.

 “Yu Heng, I want a promise.”

 In the white jade pavilion, the white-haired man slowly turned around.

"If the person who replaces me really comes, when he wants to escape, when he doesn't want to take on my responsibilities, you take him to escape, far away. If he has any ideas to break the situation, you also try to agree to him. .”

The little prince's eyes were clear: "He is not from our era, and he should not have to fulfill my responsibilities just because he possesses me. He is innocent, and I respect his thoughts. Can you...promise me? Yu Balance."

The aroma of Taohua Niang is overflowing.

 He stared at the little prince intently, who had grown taller.

"…good."

 He didn't know why his voice was so hoarse.

Obviously he has seen thousands of people and witnessed the changes in the country for dozens of generations. He wonders how this teenage boy can have such a big shock in his heart.

 They sat across the table and drank their last glass of wine.

The little prince seemed to be drunk. He was talking about the kites outside the palace, the palace maid sister, and the peaceful and prosperous times. His ability to drink was very bad until he fell asleep. Master Li stood up slowly and took him to the high building himself.

Today's night was dark. He held the boy's body, walked up the steps step by step, and walked into the dark room, as if he had sent the boy to **** with his own hands.

“…You are more ruthless than me.” Xiao Jingsan said with a smile, holding the chain, and there were tears in his smile.

“…” Master Li was silent and said nothing.

He walked out of the tall building and walked down the steps step by step. The aroma of wine lingering in the air smudged bit by bit, dyeing his snow-white cheeks red. He raised his neck and looked at the sky. There were no stars or moon in the sky tonight, and he could no longer see Mrs. Chen's eyes.

The evening wind blew up his long snow-white hair, blowing away the remaining peach blossoms on his head.

 He felt a strong pain that came suddenly, as if it was about to tear his heart out.

  If there is another world outside this world. Will there be such a ruthless Li Mingyue, who personally sends the people closest to him to the guillotine in order to wait for a savior?

he does not know.

 He didn’t know why a young man’s fantasy about the dream of a prosperous age could touch him so much. Obviously he knew that was impossible.

 He didn’t know why he was reluctant to drink the last glass of wine with the boy.

 He didn't know why he burst into tears.

　　　…”

 Unfamiliar, depressing, long-not seen, confusing...tears. He felt deeply confused and puzzled. The moment he walked out of the room and faced the evening breeze, he shed tears.

"…Huh."

 So, for a hundred years, the white-haired Imperial Master let out a low, confused sigh. It seemed that he didn't expect to cry.

 He should reject the young prince's offer if the stranger threatens him with a promise and asks him to help him escape. Then the little prince's sacrifice would have been in vain. But...he is still emotional.

 He shouldn't be emotional.

 Li Mingyue should not be emotional.

 Those who save the world should not be emotional.

 …

  【Rhombus pattern:【"Yuheng, do you still remember the promise you made to me in the past?"】

 …

 …

Su Mingan turned around and had already collected a large number of methods of using talismans in his mind. He knew the information about the gods, and he knew... what to do next.

 He stood silently under the palace wall, with peach petals brushing against his cheeks.

Tonight the stars are vast and the sky is filled with light.

The sound of the watchman could be heard faintly outside the palace wall, the crisp sound of gongs, and... the butterfly paper kite flying low.

Li Mingyue will not fulfill his promise, Su Mingan will not go to Penglai Island, and Bailian will not destroy the city. Then everything became silent. That... long-lost, peaceful, silencing silence.

 “Yu Heng.” Su Mingan called out, but the white-haired man no longer responded to him.

 …Yuheng.

Everything around Su Mingan began to freeze.

 …

 【Chapter 1·Yuheng's agreement has been reached】

 【Evaluation: "26 years of Kangyu, the promise ends here."]

  【Make options: 2. 】

  【Completion: 81%】

 【Total Dream Patrol points obtained: 150 points】

  【Please make your choice. 】

  【Start the next chapter/end the dream tour and return to reality? 】

 …

 “Back to reality.”

Su Mingan took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

　　It is still the familiar place of birth—Su Wensheng’s home. Shabby doors and windows, old calendars, and schoolbags full of repairs.

He was about to take off his helmet, but suddenly his heart trembled and his eyes moved slightly -

Beside the bed, stood a pure white figure.

Those cold, pale eyes were almost close to him.

 “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, Su Mingan.”