Chapter 71: The Line of Fate
"Little Aju".
"Master, I'm here..."
Do you like us calling you that?
"..." He thought about it carefully and concluded that he should like it. "I like it."
The name carried no sense of responsibility; it only made him feel very at ease.
Those were the people who cared about him the most, the ones he had called out to since childhood. Their names were more than just names; they carried the memories they had accumulated together.
The name Shenziju sounds rather heavy and troublesome, as if once it is mentioned, one cannot escape a fate of various shackles.
But then I thought, with Master around, it seems that no problem is a problem.
Because he's been solving problems all these years, hasn't he?
“Then you will be Little Aju from now on,” Qingjue said. “Just Little Aju. If fate comes crashing down like a tide, your master can also help you and all of you to push the waves back.”
He braided a beautiful plait for him, with each strand perfectly symmetrical and distinct.
With just the phrase "Qing Jue," it seems all my anxiety and unease have been dispelled.
"Master, I've made up my mind. Anyway, if there are difficulties, I'm not alone."
"That's more like it. Besides, we still need to help your senior and junior brothers solve their problems, right?"
"Hmm," the grown-up young man nodded, "Anyway, with Master and senior brothers around, I'll just be your little follower!"
Seeing that he had regained his former energy, Qingjue gently patted his head and said, "Let's go, there's no time to lose."
As soon as she stepped outside, Ruan Linglai saw Aju's new look and laughed, "Little Aju looks like a little girl."
“What do you know?” Aju said proudly, hands on her hips. “This braid was personally braided by my master. I don’t want to take it apart.”
"What!" Ruan Linglai exclaimed in surprise, "Master hasn't braided our hair in so long, how could he do this? That's too cunning."
"Go back, everyone gets a share," Qingjue said, noticing Yun Yuelin standing silently to the side, a silent urging. "Alright, we should go now, or the host will kick us out soon."
Yun Yuelin had just been to the mountain prison. He only witnessed Li Wei's last meeting with his brother. Li Shuyu was a rather refined-looking person. His last words to Li Wei were a hope that he would repent and be able to live a new life in the future.
His soul will soon enter the cycle of reincarnation, and from then on, Li Shuyu will no longer exist.
A new cycle of reincarnation is a new life. The soul will be dismantled and reconstructed. At least he will be remembered, which is the best outcome of his existence.
The disciples guarding the mountain prison quickly took Li Wei away. His expression seemed calm, but in reality, his right hand was tightly gripping the spirit-gathering stone.
A spirit-gathering stone that has already expired, just keep it as a memento for yourself.
The dead cannot be brought back to life; this is the official rule. However, in this vast world of cultivation, there will always be people who use various means to try to resurrect themselves or others.
Among them are methods of gentle and virtuous adherence to principles, as well as forbidden techniques filled with violence, bloodshed, and harming others for personal gain.
There is no doubt that, at least for most people, life is only once.
Since deceased relatives cannot return, Yun Yuelin also hopes that her mother can have a safe and healthy journey through reincarnation.
Perhaps sensing that he was somewhat moved by the scene, Qingjue, being a friend of similar temperament, didn't say much, after all, he figured he could probably handle this kind of melancholy on his own.
At this point, his attempt to act as a rational and objective observer would seem somewhat excessive.
“We’re leaving now. Next time we meet, it will be for personal reasons,” Qingjue said, turning around. “Then we’ll prepare some fine tea, wine, and local delicacies from Liuchun, and the two of us can raise a glass and enjoy ourselves.”
"Stop making sarcastic remarks. Let's talk about it when you're back," Yun Yuelin said with her arms crossed. "Liu Chun doesn't need your money for drinks."
After bidding farewell to Yun Yuelin, Mu Yuan also descended the mountain and left, while Qing Jue led his disciples back to make final preparations.
To open the sealed Jing Pavilion, we need to use the token that the Immortal of the Distant Mountains used as a medium when he sent Wen Tianyu away.
I knew that thing was useful before I even knew it, so I kept it safe.
Ruan Linglai felt guilty for not being able to participate in the reconstruction of the family. When she returned home and said that she was going on another long trip, her brother gently patted her head and said, "Follow the Immortal Lord well and be careful. Our little girl has grown up and can stand on her own now."
The mother also said, "Yes, we're here at home, so you don't need to worry. Besides, the way Linglai protects us is like a female knight-errant."
Although it sounds easy, everyone knows that opening the Jing Pavilion and dealing with the demonic cultivators of Qianlun Mountain is no easy task.
Aju said from the side, "Don't worry, we will definitely protect our senior sister."
Wen Tianyu: "Mm."
The head of the Ruan family was on the verge of tears again: "Good, good, they are all good children. You must protect our Linglai. Don't let her put herself in danger. Everything is fine at home. Don't let her worry. Waaah, my daughter."
Yan Shiqun lowered his voice: "Now I know where I got my crybaby personality from."
Ruan Linglai subtly stepped on his foot, and the two exchanged glances. Presumably because there were elders present, they didn't actually start fighting.
Qingjue also had a sudden inspiration to go to the academy in town and take a look at the teachers of this world from afar.
Her face was somewhat unfamiliar to him, not because she had changed, but because Qingjue's memory of her was so blurred that only an outline remained.
He has almost forgotten everything about that world.
But he was fully aware of this and accepted it readily.
Perhaps he died after that fever, just like the Immortal Lord Wu Qing who fell off a cliff and died. They were just given a chance to be reborn by chance.
If he had the chance to exploit the bug again, he would like to ask Immortal Lord Wuqing how he knew to go to Shuofeng to kill the ferocious beast.
After all, he was a human being, and it would be too conspicuous for him to just stand there. So, before it got completely dark, he went and bought some pastries.
The old lady at the osmanthus cake stall, who sells her favorite osmanthus cake during the day, already has quite a few gray hairs.
Now that she has difficulty walking and can no longer set up her stall, she has gradually handed it over to her daughter.
The youngest daughter has grown into a girl of similar age to Ruan Linglai, skillfully inheriting her mother's craftsmanship and also possessing a very familiar and refined style.
"Immortal Lord, you've arrived? Please wait a moment, a new batch is being steamed, I'll bring you some piping hot food later."
"Alright, thank you very much, young lady."
"Hey, big brother, your pastries are coming right away."
The young girl busied herself with various tasks and started a new round of business.
It is this down-to-earth atmosphere that makes Qingjue firmly believe that this is a real world.
From an outsider's perspective, he cannot see these things.
Since that earthquake, he has seen the vibrant side of everyone.
Fortunately, he saved even more people.
Fortunately, he is strong.
As usual, Jie waited for him by the lake during the day. Qingjue slowly walked over, and his figure became clearer and clearer.
This figure, this scene, seems familiar.
It seems that when Jie Zhoujian was still a child, he vaguely saw such a tall figure.
So that was when Jie Zhoujian was 20 years old?
A blurry figure came into contact with the boy in front of him.
Qingjue suddenly realized that although he had always thought Jie Zhoujian was the male protagonist, so far there seemed to be no events centered around him.
Ruan Linglai belongs to the Ruan family, Wen Tianyu is a descendant of the Heavenly Eye, Yan Shiqun is about to reclaim the position of Demon Lord, and Aju's true identity has also been discovered.
Aside from being the child of the villain's family, Jie Zhoujian's fate seems to have barely begun.
Logically speaking, the male protagonist should be at the core of all worlds, and Jie Zhoujian seems to have only played a supporting role in these few events.
The matter did not begin because of him, nor will it end because of him.
"……strangeness."
Why did I immediately recognize this child as the only male lead?
Because of his eyes?
Or was it his innate talent and wisdom?
Jie Zhoujian sensed Qingjue approaching and turned around to say, "Master, Junior Brother and the others accompanied Linglai home. They should be heading back on their own soon."
“Okay, we’ll rest for one night and then set off,” Qingjue said. “Here you go, osmanthus cake.”
"Thank you, Master," Jie Zhoujian said, taking the oil paper package unexpectedly. "You even went out of your way to buy this?"
"My old friend's residence is not far from here. After thinking about it, I realized that you have been working hard to help share the burden, so it is time to reward you properly."
After all, this child has been like a little adult since he was a child. Apart from himself, the person he trusts the most is his senior brother.
That night, everyone deliberately avoided overthinking and conserved their energy for the long journey the next day.
The next morning, after Qingjue finished explaining some trivial matters, he and his disciples flew to the North Mountain on their swords in a grand procession.
It should be said that it was flying towards the former "Su Jing".
Ruan Linglai had learned to fly on a sword since she was a child, and she was very compatible with this sword, so she quickly became proficient. She peeked ahead and asked, "I've never been to Beishan before. Is it very cold there?"
Aju then asked, "Is it colder than the mountain peaks of the Yun family?"
"Actually, it's alright," Jie Zhoujian replied. "A simple heartwarming spell will do, and the summer there is just like our spring, making it a great place to escape the heat."
The last time he went was more than ten years ago when he went with Qingjue to retrieve his sword. The weather wasn't very good when they went, but he later learned about the local customs and culture by reading extensively.
Yan Shiqun stood upright on the sword: "We're about to go home, don't you have any other thoughts?"
"I don't have many thoughts," Wen Tianyu said with his hands behind his back. "I guess we're well prepared. After all, going home is secondary. Our most important task right now is still the matter of Qianlun Mountain."
"No need to worry, as long as the seal can be broken, I alone am enough to level mountains."
Aju: "Does your demonic sect also have that bloodline suppression system?"
"It's a matter of overwhelming strength," Yan Shiqun was very confident about this point: "Currently, no demonic cultivator has been able to gain the upper hand over me."
Aju tilted his head slightly, leaned closer to him, and pointed ahead: "But there are two righteous cultivators."
"Tsk," Yan Shiqun glared at him, "You're always bringing up the most sensitive topics, aren't you? And besides, are you really not planning to take your braid off?"
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