Chapter 18, Just Like You
"Look at you," Qingjue said, both amused and exasperated. "I thanked you so sincerely, and you actually said I was abnormal? Chunhua, you're being unreasonable."
That's right...
Confirming that he wasn't possessed by any evil spirit, Yun Yuelin snapped, "...You, surnamed Qing, I'll take advantage of your vulnerability right now, knock you unconscious, and then sleep for another day! Try yelling again!"
He spoke through gritted teeth for the second half of his sentence, and Qingjue, unusually, didn't argue with him anymore. He waved his hand and said that he would be ready to fight anytime after he recovered.
Yun Yuelin was too lazy to argue with him anymore, so he turned and left. He had a lot of things to do and didn't want to argue.
They were used to their arguments during the day, and knowing that both adults knew their limits, they didn't interrupt.
After Yunyue left, Jie Zhoujian asked, "Master, are you feeling better now?"
Qingjue was slightly surprised. He had thought that, as a matter of professional conduct, his expression should be impeccable.
This child is, in a way, quite terrifying.
"Alright, I'll be fully recovered in two days."
“No,” Jie Zhoujian shook his head and said, “I’m asking if Master is feeling better now.”
“…I am quite curious,” Qingjue asked, “how did you know that your teacher was in a bad mood?”
“I noticed it yesterday, but I didn’t ask because you were busy,” Xie Zhoujian said frankly. “Do you dislike earthquakes?”
"Nobody will like that."
"You particularly dislike it."
Qingjue assumed that children are more perceptive and didn't even think about explaining it to him.
First, his origins are beyond the comprehension of people in this world. Even someone as intelligent as Jie Zhoujian might not understand what he is saying.
Secondly, it's unnecessary; he has no attachment to his original world anymore, so it's better not to mention it.
"Well, I'll tell you when you're older and can guess what I'm thinking."
The child was lost in thought after I casually drew a picture of a pie.
The way he was thinking so intently made Qingjue feel a bit guilty, like he was trying to fool a child.
"Master," Jie Zhoujian said as he saw him about to get out of bed, "you should rest."
"My back aches from lying down," Qingjue said. "It's okay, I'll just go out and check the situation, I won't do anything."
Jie had no choice but to raise his hand to support him during the day.
He is indeed too young and can't do anything yet.
He couldn't bring his master back like Senior Brother Qinghuan, nor could he treat his master's illnesses and heals his wounds like Senior Sister Qingfeng.
He could only gently hold him with his small hands; he couldn't really help him up, as he wasn't capable of that yet.
Moreover, if he grows up, he can save more people in this natural disaster, becoming as powerful as his master and sharing more of the burden.
Grow up well, Jiezhoujian.
A voice inside him spoke, and it sounded like a man, unlike anyone he knew.
You must grow up well and cultivate yourself diligently in order to protect him.
He will. He will grow up well and protect his master for the rest of his life.
Qingjue couldn't use his internal energy for a while. He moved his body and felt much better. When he woke up, it was already dusk. No wonder Jie Zhoujian said that he had been lying down all day since yesterday.
Unable to fly on a sword, Qingjue casually grabbed a disciple and asked him to carry him across the lake. The disciple swallowed hard, having never been so serious about flying on a sword in his life, fearing that he might accidentally drop such a precious immortal into the lake.
Outside the Qing family's house, the once bustling market town had completely collapsed, and was almost entirely in ruins.
The osmanthus cake stalls, the bookstores... all collapsed.
Qinghuan is leading a team to count the number of deaths, and the elders of the Qing family are also present to help. Presumably, the count will be completed in a few days.
Although Elder Zhenling had a stern face, he still dutifully stood aside to check the situation. The tall man standing next to him was the head of the Yun family, Yun Yuelin's father.
The two men had the air of a dean of students and a school leader. Qingjue had intended to go over and say hello after landing, but then he remembered that he wasn't properly lying in bed and had actually brought Jie Zhoujian out with him...
So I decided not to go forward.
Qingjue went in the opposite direction, taking the opportunity to soothe people's hearts along the way.
The people who returned to the ruins did not forget Qingjue's righteousness. They all wanted to kowtow to him when they saw him, but Qingjue stopped them one by one, saying that they should take care of themselves.
Among them was a little girl who looked even younger than Ruan Linglai. Her mother had unfortunately had both legs broken, but she didn't know what that meant. She foolishly asked her mother, who could no longer stand up, for candy.
Qingjue took out a pill from his Qiankun bag and handed it to her, unable to bear looking at it any longer.
The earthquake was too realistic, and Qingjue had to admit that he had always treated everything here as a novel, and that he was just a player watching the plot.
Isn't that how it is? He's a time traveler, and to this world, a time traveler is just a player, right?
They are all NPCs, just with different levels of importance.
Following the usual pattern, he should either help the protagonist or complete the plot; in any case, he will definitely be able to return in the end.
Even if we can't go back, living a simple and ordinary life here isn't so bad.
But it happened to be an earthquake.
Why an earthquake?
It seemed as if they were determined to completely draw him into this world and let him see it for himself.
Look, Qingjue, these are all living, breathing people.
There are also children who, like you back then, only know how to cry.
There are also genuine emotions that emerge during disasters.
They all bleed; they are all human.
As Qingjue thought of this, his fingertips went numb once again.
Jie Zhoujian, holding his hand, felt the stiffness in his muscles. He tugged at Qingjue and said, "Master, let's go look somewhere else."
"good."
Qingjue could hardly recognize what this place originally looked like, but Jiezhoujian had a good memory, so he talked to him as they walked. This was the most Jiezhoujian had ever talked.
“That’s a steamed bun shop over there, and a money exchange over there… That used to be a school. Senior Brother Qinghuan said the children and teachers there are all safe.”
"How do you remember so many? I don't even recognize them."
"I rescued several older brothers and sisters and a schoolteacher here yesterday during the day, according to Senior Brother Qinghuan."
Qingjue smiled: "Great."
Although the school was completely in a mess, the situation here was much better than the previous area, which did ease some of the tension.
“That,” Xie Zhoujian pointed into the distance, seemingly seeking praise, “that’s the schoolteacher that Zhoujian saved.”
Qingjue followed his hand and saw the back of a woman, who appeared to be helping to take care of the students.
Qingjue was just about to praise Jie again during the day.
But then she turned her head the next second.
A middle-aged woman, with graying hair at the front, looked to be around forty years old, and had faint wrinkles on her face.
How could that be...
Qingjue blinked sharply, wondering if she had seen wrong.
How could he possibly see that face again?
Just seeing her was like feeling a pair of warm, large hands gently touching his forehead, and the middle-aged woman's soft voice rang in his ears again:
It must be evening now.
Does our little Bu want to hear more stories?
after.
Don't be a picky eater; you must eat all the carrots.
No.
[Child...this is a natural disaster...]
teacher……
[Teacher, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt.]
A warm, wet liquid trickled down his cheek. When he came to his senses, he was already standing in front of the woman.
"Greetings, Immortal... Oh dear," the woman said, halfway through her bow, when she saw him crying. She straightened up, took out a handkerchief, and handed it to him: "Immortal Lord, what's wrong? Are you alright?"
"...Teacher Zhang..."
"Immortal Lord... you actually know this old woman's surname? It's my honor! Immortal Lord, please don't be sad. You can tell me anything. Although I'm just an ordinary person and probably can't help much, but..."
“Teacher Zhang, I…” He found it difficult to describe and explain his current feelings.
Seeing your deceased loved ones again in another distant world is a feeling that only those who have experienced it can understand.
"Can I talk to you..." Qingjue swallowed, feeling a sour taste in her throat. She wiped her eyes and asked, "Can I chat with you?"
Reason told him that this was just someone from another parallel world, but he couldn't resist the emotion.
Jie Zhoujian was surprised to see Qingjue crying, but he was very sensible and didn't ask any questions. Instead, he took the other children away.
All he could do was give Qingjue a peaceful place... so let's take these children to Senior Sister Qingfeng.
Qingjue looked around with a sense of melancholy, and for the first time, he was at a loss for words: "Will I be disturbing you?"
"You're too kind, Immortal Lord," the aloof Immortal Lord Wuqing said, making such a simple request in a tone no different from that of a spoiled child. For a moment, the schoolteacher surnamed Zhang almost forgot that he was an Immortal Lord and nodded repeatedly, "No, no, the children are all safe. I'd like to rest as well. Please have a seat."
"I'm sorry," Qingjue said, much calmer after sitting down. He felt the calloused, not-so-delicate hands holding his, soothing him. Feeling a little dazed from the past, he said, "I'm sorry to have startled you. You look a lot like my previous... previous husband. I'm not used to you using honorifics with me."
The age of Immortal Lord Wu Qing is a mystery, probably beyond the imagination of mortals. Immortals naturally have longer lifespans, so it seems natural that Qing Jue experienced such a thing. Perhaps there really was a Mr. Zhang who looked a lot like her a hundred years ago.
Teacher Zhang, naturally without suspicion, said, "Really? Then the Immortal Lord's gentleman is also surnamed Zhang?"
"...Yes, it's probably fate."
"That gentleman must be far more capable than a commoner like me to have taught someone as virtuous and respected as Immortal Lord Wuqing."
“…No,” Qingjue said, bowing his head. “She was just an ordinary person, but she was great and taught me a lot.”
Qingjue didn't know where to begin or how to explain it.
Because that memory existed more than ten years ago, and counting the years since I came into this world, it's been almost twenty years.
Zhang Xiaoman is a teacher at a kindergarten in modern times.
Why is it said to be a certain place?
Because Qingjue could no longer remember the name, the kindergarten was buried at the foot of the mountain due to the earthquake, and the school sign could no longer be seen. He also lost all the teachers who raised him because of the earthquake.
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