Chapter 8 Only You Can "Baby, you're more than just a little heavy." Rong Qing dug the little girl out of the pit, as if she were digging out a carrot. The child's clothes were covered in dust and mud. She patted them off and gave up, then picked up the child. This hug felt heavy. Thinking back to that thin woman, she couldn't help but sigh that mothers are different. "Shall we go find mom? Hmm?" Rong Qing thought slightly of the child and spoke to her in a gentle tone. Rong Qing had no experience in holding a baby, so she could only try to imitate the way she had seen others hold a baby. Fortunately, the child in her arms seemed to be the type with a big heart. She didn't care about losing her own mother, and there were no tears on her face. She didn't cry or make a fuss when being held by a strange woman. Instead, she stretched out her little arms and clung to Rong Qing. "Baby, we're leaving now. Tell..." Rong Qing paused and swallowed the word "sister" sadly, "Tell Auntie how to get to your home." Rong Qing coaxed her softly and patted her back gently. Not expecting the child to answer, Rong Qing looked at the dilapidated surroundings and felt a little hesitant. The child is missing, and the mother must be anxious. The most urgent thing is to take the child to find the mother first. I don't know if the mother is nearby. Under normal circumstances, Rong Qing would definitely send the child to the state capital first, but this child is different.
Just last night, she saw the child lying peacefully in her mother's arms. But it was less than a day. Rong Qing closed her sore eyes. The peaceful surface of Suicheng, which was originally bustling and carefree, seemed to have been hit by a huge rock. People were panicking under the forced order. The girl was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, but they were already dirty and difficult to wash. She could suddenly understand why the old man burst into tears. Suicheng was not affected by the earthquake, but now it has been severely damaged. What kind of tragic scene would it be in the epicenter of the earthquake in some unknown state? She didn't want to think about it, nor did she dare to think about it. Rong Qing, who is no longer a cultivator, is just a mortal. Facing natural disasters that are beyond human control, she is equally vulnerable. She didn't know where the mother and daughter lived, but the couple who ran the wonton shop must know. She took the child with her and went to Dingxiang Lane to ask for the address. The lanes in the southern part of Suicheng were interconnected, large and small. If someone had just come to Suicheng, they would definitely be confused by the maze-like alleys. But Rong Qing was different. She had never left Suicheng since she came here, and even her accent had been assimilated to the locals, and even the locals could hardly recognize it. She had just promised the two young students that if she ran away rashly, it would be very troublesome if they couldn't find her when they came back. Recalling the various entrances to the alleys, Rong Qing couldn't help laughing as she couldn't quite come up with a bird's-eye view of the plan in her mind. In fact, she planned the route entirely based on her familiarity. "Let's fight." Rong Qing murmured, and coaxed the little girl, "Baby, be good, and don't move around later." She lifted the girl to the top of the wall and told her to sit still. She stared at the child nervously, and when she saw that she really did not move, Rong Qing quickly climbed over the wall and picked up the child. She wanted to take another route in order to catch up with the old gentleman, and at the same time, she could reach Lilac Lane quickly by starting from the doctor's house. She didn't know how to climb walls or fly over rooftops, so she could only hope that the road wasn't damaged to the point of being impassable. Rong Qing ran and stopped along the way holding the girl, and met many people along the way. Many families have breathed a sigh of relief, tidied up their own places, and came out to help clear the rocks and rubble on the road. Most of the people still in the alley at this time were women and old men. Seeing Rong Qing, who was holding a child and running slowly but not stopping, they subconsciously gave way. "Thank you." Rong Qing panted, but couldn't stop to say more. "Thank you." People were watching a woman in the clothes of a scholar from the academy, her face flushed as she ran past them, with obvious heat. Compared to the disheveled Rong Qing, the people who practiced in the Arctic snow mountains were very leisurely, and their graceful demeanor was enough to suppress any noble young man in the secular world. It's not quite accurate to say that it's leisurely. In this cold place, every practitioner puts all his energy into comprehending the rules of heaven. If there is a half-hearted person, he has already run away to the mortal world and drawn a clear line with them. Everyone in Liuguang Sword Sect is very secretive about the woman named Yu Rong, except for the master and disciple pair standing on the edge of the cliff. Rong Qing may have never noticed this cliff. The scenery she saw when she stood on it was nothing more than a large area of black rocks covered with white snow, which stretched and disappeared to the end of her sight. It was vast but also desolate. So she didn't know what a beautiful and mysterious scene Zhongyu Jianzhu and Daozi Chuyuan saw at that moment. It was an endless sea of stars, like the Milky Way in the sky. The stardust with faint light rose and fell like waves, almost splashing at their feet. The moving stars dragged their tails through the darkness, lonely and proud.
The fate trajectories of countless lives, some strong and some shallow, are submerged in this silent magnificence. This is star track, and also destiny. The rules of the Tao never change or divert anything, but they have their own rules. Chu Yuan's dark eyes were filled with a sea of stars, and slowly, the bright starlight seemed to fall like a whale, sinking into a deeper world. Only his pair of dark and indifferent eyes had the same cold and ruthless look as his master. Nearly nine years had passed, and the boy, who was already extremely beautiful, had grown into a tall teenager, only a little shorter than the young Sword Master Zhongyu next to him. His appearance was still so beautiful that it was hard to approach him. The blood-red pendant on his right ear made his neck look even longer and his chin even more pointed. "I can't see through my uncle's order." Chu Yuan seldom spoke, because in the Sword Sect, everyone was busy with cultivation and rarely gathered together to communicate. If there was any information to be conveyed, they would not think of going in person if it could be solved with a talisman. Chu Yuan's so-called "can't see through" is not to say "can't see clearly". In his eyes, Rong Qing's fate is not obscure, but deeper, it is extremely vague. "Someone will cover up for her. You are far inferior to that person now." Although Chongyu and Chuyuan are master and apprentice, they don't care about the title of master and apprentice when talking. One doesn't say "master" and the other doesn't say "disciple". If Rongqing is around, she will be surprised that Chongji's attitude towards Chuyuan is not what one should have as a person in a high position. There was a reason why the master and the disciple were at the edge of the cliff. When Rong Qing went down the mountain, she made an excuse that everyone knew was an excuse, and she played the rogue clearly. In the Sword Sect, she was young and her cultivation was not high, but her seniority was ridiculously high. Apart from the Sword Master and the former Sword Master who had not been in charge for a long time, who had the status to stop her? Without the Sword Master's order, she left without a hitch, and even with the Sword Masters' tacit approval, even the eyes that had been watching over her safety turned away. But that didn't mean they knew nothing about her. The Sword Sect is unique in swordsmanship, and their other skills are not their weaknesses. Their proficiency in divination is enough to be called their most powerful skill. "I understand." Chu Yuan nodded. He seemed to be born for divination and had a strong talent for it. He could even see clearly what was about to happen without even performing hand gestures. Ever since he was led into the path of cultivation, he knew that his fate would be connected with Rong Qing's, like two intersecting straight lines, even if they would be far apart in the next moment. Even though he was a ruthless cultivator, he had to care about Rong Qing. Rong Qing had never heard of the more advanced methods of fortune-telling. If she knew that Chu Yuan was given special treatment by Sword Master Chongyu because he learned too fast, she would have been so jealous that she would have swallowed a lemon. Now Rong Qing's actions were like those of an ant on the ground. No matter how insignificant she thought she was, she was still clearly seen by people standing on high places. Her situation was already known to about 70% by those who had been predicting her from time to time. "Two hundred years later, can I help her?" Chu Yuan asked as if it was a matter of course, as if overcoming all obstacles in cultivation was destined. Chongyu lowered his eyes, "Only you can do it." (End of this chapter)