Chapter 72 · The Cunning Deer Yang Wu

CCTV-5 has always been the one with the lowest profile among the Changming clan.

The essence of earth is superior to that of embers.

The earth is silent; she is the mother of soil, and all the earth's essence originates from her birth. Yang Wu possesses a solid and flat quality, like the thick earth of the Yellow Heaven.

She always seemed to be there, yet she was never conspicuous.

Just like the land that people see every day, it doesn't receive excessive attention, yet it is indispensable.

From its birth and maturation at Central Five, the first five sequences of the Changming Clan have been completed. The Five Elements are not yet perfect, but they are already circulating between heaven and earth.

CCTV-5 loves this world, and it also loves Mount Culaishan.

She was not tall, rather short, and her face was not pointed, rather round, but her brown eyes were always peaceful, looking kindly at each of her people.

The dragon soars through the sky, while she lies quietly on the ground. The greatest blessing is for everyone to be safe and sound.

With her around, "home" feels more like home.

And so, many years later, when the changes in the Changming tribe were quietly brewing, on that day, they placed a little girl's hand in hers.

Everyone agrees that CCTV-5 is the most reliable.

Both Wei Yi and Xian Ba ​​are females. Although they can take care of the little girl's daily life, they each have their own abnormalities; as for the rest... I won't go into details.

CCTV-5 suddenly became the focus of everyone's attention, and he was a little at a loss for words. He rubbed the apron he had sewn with his broad palms.

But when she looked down and saw the little girl's clear, almond-shaped eyes, her voice softened involuntarily, "What's your name?"

"Auntie... Auntie..."

The tiny cub called to her in its tender voice, and Yang Wu's eyes melted. The spirit of the soil seemed to transform into soft flour, gently enveloping her.

"My name is Miaojue."

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So, before Miaojue turned eight, CCTV-5 slept with her many nights.

In CCTV-5, the gentle and steady earth spirit is as reassuring as the earth itself.

So much so that when Miaojue later became a tree, rooted in the soil year after year, she always thought of the nights when her fifth aunt watched her fall asleep beside her.

She never imagined that later, her fifth aunt would also sleep alone in the dark underground for a hundred years, embracing ice.

She also forgot that such a grounded and peaceful spiritual energy was the source of "Jin's" rise to power.

"Soil" represents fertile land and homeland.

"Jin" means scorched earth or dust.

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Yang Wu was the first to see through Jin Shi's thoughts, but she didn't say anything, just watched with a smile.

Even the smallest bird of their Changming tribe has its own childlike heart.

However, when he was a child, he didn't know how to express himself. He only knew how to ask questions fiercely, deliberately throw tantrums, and then couldn't help but look back.

And so, amidst all the chaos and danger, they spent their childhood.

The Changming clan did not actually reproduce; they were simply born in order of birth, and could not even be considered related by blood. But when Yang Wu looked at the two little children, a soft and tender feeling always welled up in her heart, like a mother on earth gazing at her children's future.

She hoped she could continue to see things peacefully like this.

Once, Miaomiao was so angry with Jinshi that she cried. She complained to her fifth aunt, "He made me dig in the dirt, then sculpted a strange thing with wings out of mud and asked me if I liked it. I said it was ugly and I didn't like it, so he got angry and threw it on my clothes!"

"How could someone be like that?! Those wings are so ugly!"

Yang Wu paused for a moment, then smiled gently, squatted down and cleaned the mud off the girl's clothes, saying with a smile, "He was... afraid you wouldn't like him."

Young Miaomiao was puzzled. The reason she cried was because her clothes had just been washed by her fifth aunt and had the gold chain given to her by her eighth sister hanging on them. And yet, that wicked thing had dirtied them!

She will never forgive him!

CCTV-5's hands seemed to possess a wondrous magic, as she gently rubbed the mud-stained corner of her clothes while saying "Don't cry, don't cry." The cotton fabric miraculously became clean, without a trace of dirt remaining.

Miaomiao was happy, but also puzzled: "What does disliking those dusty wings have to do with him?"

CCTV-5 paused, then sighed with a smile: "Because he feels that's himself."

But the golden crow leaping from the ashes is not the silent, earth-covered soil; the flying embers will go to the vast sky.

And in his heart, branches will grow and flowers will bloom.

"You'll be fine when you grow up," CCTV-5 said with a smile.

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Will we grow up next year?

Yes, I will.

"Why?"

"Because there will be more rain next year, it will grow bigger after being watered."

And he was so impatient.