Chapter 27 Yun Rong "Rongrong." The mynah bird raised by Mr. Guo was calling again. Unlike usual, this time it was listless and stayed in the cage without moving around. Rong Qing's two senior sisters, the two female disciples that the master accepted in his early years, all had red eyes as they packed up the master's belongings. Upon hearing the voice, they just looked up and ignored it. Rong Qing lowered her head and sorted out the bookcase, making a list of the books that the teacher wanted to donate to the academy. After reading one record after another, a scroll tucked in the corner of the cabinet caught her attention. It is a folded silk cloth, tied with its own thin string on the outside. Rong Qing carefully opened it, revealing the portrait inside. A young girl is holding a small fan, trying to catch the butterfly standing on the flower, looking indescribably cute. Next to it is a line of small words: The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces. The signature is the Master's handwriting. "Yunrong." Rong Qing guessed the name of the girl in the painting. Then she thought of the girl that Master mentioned many times before he left. "So that's how it is." Rong Qing sighed softly. She thought that the Master must have a very deep connection with this girl, which is why he transferred his affection to her and Princess Yunnong.
If she hadn't called herself Yu Rong, how could she have received so much care from the teacher from the very beginning. The teacher had originally left the Mingzi Courtyard in the capital and was devoted to learning. If it weren't for the princess' maiden name Yunnong, how could he have been easily invited by King Ning to teach the princess. Rong Qing carefully put away the silk cloth. At this time, the starling in the cage called out "Rongrong" again. "What should we do with this myna? The Master did not specify where it should go." One of the sisters said rather coldly: "Since it calls your name, you might as well take care of it for the master, so as to make the master's teaching worthwhile." Rong Qing understood that the two senior sisters were dissatisfied with her. Hearing this, she hummed lightly, "Okay, I will take good care of it." After he finished speaking, the study fell into an unbearable dullness again. Rong Qing and her two senior sisters had never been close friends to begin with, and after this incident, as the two senior sisters followed the teacher's instructions and went to the south to set up their own schools, they would probably go their separate ways in the future and would hardly have any contact with each other. She had sent the master's body to the academy. There were many people in the academy who were very reliable and could take care of the master's funeral. "It just so happens that I am the most unreliable person..." Rong Qing smiled bitterly in her heart. What right did she have to be angry with Yun Nong? If she had come earlier, if she had been more proactive, would everything have been different? ...At least the Master wouldn't have to die, at least she could keep the Master at the bookstore. Cheng Ke was the first person she killed. When she killed him, she felt a sense of pleasure that made every drop of her blood cheer. But after she was done, this joy disappeared faster than fireworks. The teacher still left and never came back. If there was no floating book, her finger would still be broken. Facts have long proved that her choice of escape was a mistake from the beginning. When a cultivator wants to become a god, he faces a threshold like an abyss. And when he becomes a mortal, he walks a path of destruction before construction. Rong Qing really wanted to become a mortal at the beginning and escape the contract, even if it was only for a while. But she still took out the floating word book from the storage ring and compiled it in a notebook. Is this a way out for her, or another dead end? What was he thinking at the time? Rong Qing recalled. If he was forced to practice cultivation again even if he hid in the secular world, he might as well just give up and go straight into hell mode. How terribly willful. Rong Qing silently complained to herself. But when she thought that there was no way out, she felt a strange sense of relief as if she had unloaded a burden. "Mr. Yu. My master invites you to have a chat in the big study." Yun Nong's soft voice came from outside the door, but it was more unfamiliar than the usual polite voice. This is no wonder. If Rong Qing had not been carrying the Master on her back, she would not have been able to make the Princess kneel down just because she wanted to. Without Yun Nong's reminder, Rong Qing herself knew that it was impossible for her relationship with the princess to return to what it was before.
Without the support of the Master and having offended the Princess, if she were an ordinary person, she would have been terrified and uneasy. But Rong Qing now has cultivation, and the situation has changed again. This is the real foundation of her life. She got it too easily before, so she realized after losing it that without it, she is nothing. If you want to negotiate with others and make demands, you must have strength. Without this premise, even if you have some value, you are just a chess piece that cannot control itself and can be manipulated by others. It is very realistic, even too real. It is enough to prove the saying: cultivation is not omnipotent, but it is absolutely impossible without it. Thinking of this, Rong Qing stood up and left with Yun Nong under the surprised gazes of the two senior sisters. The way to the study is very familiar. I have walked there almost every two or three days in the past five years. But the person next to me has changed. I feel a strong sense of sadness that things have changed and people have changed. After hearing the request this morning, Yun Nong pursed her lips and said nothing. Rong Qing stared at her closely, making her meaning very clear. In silence, Yun Nong finally compromised. That's how Rong Qing went to the study. "Master's name is Shan Xing. If he has made a decision on something, he doesn't like others to have extra ideas." Just when the road was about to come to an end, Yun Nong suddenly spoke. "I understand." Rong Qing looked at Yun Nong. The girl kept her mouth tightly shut, as if she hadn't said anything just now. "Thank you." Yun Nong didn't say anything in reply. The two walked together in silence until they stopped in front of the closed door of the small study. "Disciple Yun Nong, begging to see Master." Yun Nong raised his hand and knocked on the door gently, "Mr. Yu Rong has been brought here." "Let your Mr. Yu come in, you don't have to." A man's casual voice came from inside the door. "Yes." Hearing the familiar Shan Xing's voice, Yun Nong did not doubt it and signaled Rong Qing to go in with his eyes. Rong Qing was not afraid at all. She entered and closed the door behind her. Standing in the center was a handsome young man in a Taoist robe with his hair combed neatly. He must be the master Shanxing that Yunnong mentioned. Rong Qing looked at him calmly and turned to another person. A person sitting behind a desk, his body shrouded in shadow. Yun Nong didn't know that there was another person in the study besides Shan Xing, but Rong Qing had already noticed it outside the door. But this glance was not calm and peaceful, but contained a sword. The middle-aged man sitting behind the desk looked at Rong Qing with sharp eyes. Six bright red bloodshot lines suddenly appeared around his dark pupils, each of which pointed straight to the center of the pupils. As the strange vision appeared in his eyes, the middle-aged man's eyes seemed to have a strange power, and he firmly grasped the gaze given by Rong Qing. A seed called fear was planted in Rong Qing's mind and instantly took root. It must take root firmly in her heart, making her fear this middle-aged man for the rest of her life, and even the courage to look him in the eye disappear from then on. Rong Qing quickly closed her eyes. Seeing this, the middle-aged man smiled with disdain. How could the pupil technique be lifted so easily? Sure enough, after Rong Qing closed her eyes, it should have been pitch black, but what she saw was still the middle-aged man's heterochromatic eyes. Six bloodshot threads, bright and dazzling, seemed to have turned into sharp blades, piercing deep into her eyes, as if to pierce through her sea of consciousness. This was indeed the case. The bloodshot threads seemed to be tangible, but they carried an invisible force, breaking into the depths of her most important sea of consciousness. This is the terrifying part of pupil skills. The speed of their eyes meeting can be described as the blink of an eye. Moreover, the middle-aged man's cultivation is far superior to Rong Qing. Just a glance at him caught her off guard. So vulnerable? The middle-aged man felt a little bored. He thought he was some extraordinary person hiding in Jing country for so long, but he was just a Qi Refiner, a Qi Refiner who didn't know the immensity of the world.
Six blood threads fell on the spiritual platform in the center of the sea of consciousness like raindrops. It was as natural as raindrops falling on the ground. The key target of this technique was the spiritual platform of the cultivator, the most fundamental part. Therefore, these six blood threads were swift and powerful, and they all drilled into the huge tower base. Six blood threads twisted and connected, faintly imprinting a simple rune. "It's done." After the middle-aged man performed this pupil technique, his spiritual consciousness could not follow, but as the caster, he had a sense of it. Just when he thought the situation was settled, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and he didn't have time to look away from Rong Qing. Rong Qing's closed eyes suddenly opened, and six bloodshot lines appeared in the whites of her eyes, but this time, they shot towards the middle-aged man. The natural connection between bloodshot and middle-aged men is the best bridge. "You!" Blood oozed from the middle-aged man's eyes. "Now, can we have a good talk?" Rong Qing said gently, ignoring the middle-aged man's bloodshot eyes. (End of this chapter)