Chapter 10 What do children know?
"name?"
Yes, the weapons of Master and my senior brothers and sisters all have names.
Master's sword is called Mist Green, and that fierce young master Yun's sword is called Wasted Life.
Jie Zhoujian looked at Yan Shiqun, who had come out with his own sword, and asked, "Does Junior Brother Yan's sword have a name?"
Yan Shiqun glanced at him: "Of course, so what?"
Jie asked during the day, "How was the name chosen?"
"What else can I do... uh..." Yan Shiqun's expression suddenly turned serious, because when this sword was handed to him in his previous life, it already had a name. In this life, he was just taking back what was his for the taking.
His memories of his past life were incomplete, and he didn't remember many details, so he really didn't know how to answer this question.
"Speaking of which, I haven't asked yet," Qingjue said curiously, "What's the name of Xiaoyanzi's sword?"
Ruan Linglai raised her hand: "The Great Black Sword!"
Aju: "Invincible cultivation, crackling and popping, pitch black great sword."
Wen Tianyu: "Ah..."
Goose Lost to the Flock: "You guys... are crazy!"
Qingjue smiled without saying a word, waiting for his own answer.
The wild goose, separated from its flock: "...when it returns."
The sound is a bit low.
Qingjue: "What?"
The wild goose, separated from its flock, said, "I said! Its name is Hui Shi... Hui as in 'return,' and Shi as in 'time'—as for how it got its name, don't ask me, I don't remember."
After listening to Xie Zhoujian, he murmured to himself, "Does having a name... mean you'll have feelings?"
"Oh dear, that's so cheesy. I'm not playing with you guys anymore. I'm hungry, I'm going to eat now."
After saying that, Yan Shiqun turned and left. He checked the time and realized it was almost lunchtime. After lunch, Qingjue would usually organize them to take a nap, which would also allow him to rest.
He had this feeling when he was working at the kindergarten: nap time wasn't for the children to rest, but for the teachers.
"It's alright," Qingjue patted Jiezhoujian and said, "Take your time to think about it, no rush."
As Ruan Linglai and Aju walked, they kept pestering Qingjue, asking them repeatedly when they could get their own swords.
“Haha,” Qingjue laughed and said, “When you can lift it like Senior Brother Jie.”
Jie Zhoujian, carrying his sword, silently followed, pondering the matter of names.
After lunch, the children all lay down on the large communal bed to prepare for sleep. Originally, the head of the Ruan family wanted to spend a huge sum of money to build a small house for Ruan Linglai, but Qingjue politely declined.
The Qing family is, after all, a family of cultivators; how could they tolerate him causing such trouble? What would it look like if word got out?
However, he promised to give Ruan Linglai a nice room to herself so that the head of the Ruan family wouldn't have to worry.
The first two nights were fine, but after that, Ruan Linglai completely confronted Qingjue, saying that she was afraid to sleep alone.
That's true, it's inevitable that such a young child will have some trouble sleeping alone.
There was no need for each child to have a separate room, so Qingjue simply had a small cubicle partitioned off from the other children's large rooms. Qingjue would put them to sleep together at night, while the other disciples would sit behind the screen. If the children couldn't sleep at night, they could get together and play games. Ruan Linglai was much happier.
At midday, the sun blazed down, and even the thick fog on the lake seemed to pierce through with a bit of light. After all, no matter how noisy they usually were, they were still just children a few years old in terms of physical health, and almost everyone was fast asleep.
Besides the daytime hours.
He asked quietly, "Master, may I go to the library?"
Qingjue was dozing off and about to fall asleep when he was asked this question in a low voice, which suddenly made him more alert.
Qingjue glanced at the others, relieved they hadn't been woken up, and whispered back, "Now?"
He nodded during the day.
"I can't sleep, I want to think about a name."
Jie Zhoujian has always been an overly sensible child, only occasionally revealing his childish nature when vying for attention.
In addition, he carries the destiny of the male protagonist and contains an unknown amount of power. He is also the most clear-headed, and even when his parents die in front of him, he can rationally analyze the pros and cons.
Qingjue usually tries his best to serve him water, but deep down he wants to pamper him the most.
Jie Zhoujian is not like Ruan Linglai and Aju who love to act spoiled, nor is she like Yan Shiqun who says whatever she wants, and she is not like Wen Tianyu who is protected by everyone.
He almost always acted as the older brother and never made any demands.
“…Alright,” how could Qingjue refuse such a well-behaved child? “Let’s go out and tell your senior sister Qingfeng to come and look after you. I’ll take you to the library.”
Qingjue took Xiaojie's small hand and quietly led him out.
The Qing family's library has almost everything; it has the most complete collection of books in the entire cultivation world. It is all-encompassing, and every book is neatly arranged according to its category. There is also a forbidden room in the basement, which contains many inhuman incantations and scriptures. No one except the head of the family and the elders is allowed to enter.
Qingjue accompanied Jiezai as they browsed through ancient poems in the library during the day. For children of this era, storybooks were not as abundant as those of modern times.
However, there are still many folk tales, which are quite varied, but those things would not be in the Qing family's library.
Jie Zhoujian couldn't recognize that many characters, so Qingjue would read the parts he didn't understand to him.
The Qing family has a healthy and regular schedule. In the morning, the children attend the elders' classes with the younger senior brothers and sisters, and in the afternoon, they practice swordsmanship with Qing Jue.
Although he is a modern person and his theoretical knowledge may not be as good as that of the native Immortal Lord Wu Qing, he can still teach a few children without any problem.
Xie Zhoujian spent the whole afternoon buried in the library and had seen enough of it. In the afternoon, he practiced swordsmanship with the others. The sword became more and more compatible with him, and its spiritual energy became more and more in sync. It was worth it for Qingjue to bring Yan Shiqun and Xie Zhoujian so far to seek the sword.
I just don't know if this afternoon gave him any inspiration.
So before going to sleep that night, Qingjue asked Jie Zhoujian again.
Have you decided what to name your sword?
He nodded during the day.
"I've made up my mind, Master."
"Let's call it Floating Mist."
It sounds nice. Qingjue has no objection; he can still give you the freedom to choose a name.
I just don't know where this kid got his inspiration from.
Fulan—I think it means mist or fog; I've seen it in the Qing family's study.
Could it be that the thick fog around Shuiyun Lake gave him inspiration?
...It couldn't be because of the name Wu Qing, could it?
What do kids know?
Qingjue simply shook his head, slowly walked out of their room, and closed the door.
As the night passed, the melodious chirping of birds at dawn awakened Qingjue.
He was used to waking up early because of his work, and he followed the Qing family's schedule after coming into this world.
Everything was good for his health, except that the food was too bland, so he had to go out occasionally to treat himself.
When going out, well-behaved children can go with him.
This week saw the most daytime relocations, with Yan Shiqun unsurprisingly at the bottom.
He didn't seem to care, and with his hands on his hips, he said something like "This is so boring," and then left.
The competition for the three middle positions was fierce, and this time Aju won the honor of going out together.
Aju: "Yay! Master!"
He threw himself into Qingjue's arms and rubbed against him, saying, "Aju wants Master to hold him!"
Ruan Linglai was extremely upset because she didn't have enough little red flowers, and she tried her best to hold back her tears.
Wen Tianyu took a while to process what had happened, carefully recalling where she had deducted the little red flower.
He stared at the record on the rice paper for a long time and said, "...Why did the koi fish die, but only Aju didn't get any reward points?"
“Because I was the only one who asked Qinghuan before feeding him, I was the first one to feed him,” Aju raised his chin, admiring his own cleverness: “So this isn’t my fault.”
“…That makes sense,” Wen Tianyu nodded seriously and said, “We should definitely ask first.”
Ruan Linglai sniffed and said in surprise, "Senior Brother Jie is number one again! What's going on? It's just because Senior Brother Jie and Junior Brother Yan didn't participate in the koi fish incident!"
Jie said during the day, "If it were me, I would also ask first, and I would tell you."
Wen Tianyu: "Hmm... In fact, if they hadn't gone out, no one except the irresponsible Junior Brother Yan would have deducted their little red flower."
"Alright, alright, Sister Linglai," Aju said with a smile, "What would you like to eat? We'll bring it to you later!"
Ruan Linglai: "I just wanted to go out with my master, and I also miss my dad, mom, and brother. I want to eat the golden cake my brother makes, it's so delicious, have you ever tried it?"
Aju: "Wow, golden cake, is it made of gold?"
"No, no! Golden cake is soft, chewy, and sweet... oh my, I can't describe it. You'll know once you try it. My brother makes the best cake in the world!"
The children chatted excitedly. Qingjue had already made arrangements, and he also bought some things for the other disciples. He was now getting along well with everyone, which made the inner disciples happy.
Moreover, the patriarch personally went out to help them carry things, which is a rare thing in the entire cultivation world. Doesn't this just prove that their immortal lord cares about his disciples and is approachable?
Since there was nothing to do during free time, Yan Shiqun, who was lying on his back in a tree preparing to take a nap, heard this and spat out the blade of grass in his mouth.
Concerned about his disciples? He's probably more concerned about that Kung Pao Chicken and Braised Pork stall at the alleyway.
The Demon Lord rolled over with his small body, but the tree branch was swept by a sword aura, causing him to sway, flip, and fall.
Ruan Linglai hid behind Wen Tianyu, put away her wooden sword, and made faces at him.
"You spoiled brat! You stop right there!"
"Hehehe!"
Wen Tianyu stood in the middle like a wooden stake, and slowly said, "No, don't fight... um, we should get along peacefully... don't fight."
Not far away, Qinghuan, who had finished packing the two children's things, followed behind Qingjue and asked softly, "Immortal Lord, are you sure you don't need to take me with you this time?"
"No need, you should get some rest. I'm always troubling you too much."
He usually leaves all sorts of things, big and small, to Qinghuan, which makes Qingjue a little embarrassed. He guesses that Qinghuan is also very busy while he's away, as taking care of a child is a tough job.
Since Jie Zhoujian and Yan Shiqun returned safely this time, I'll give him a half-day off.
Surprisingly, this guy became uneasy during the holiday.
Is it the innate working sacred body?
"Alright... Since it's an instruction from the Immortal Lord, I'll just do as he says."
"...Don't act like you've been manipulated..."
Qinghuan scratched the back of her head: "What, what skin, You...?"
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