Chapter 87: What's the date? Zhong Liu felt that Sister Zhong was not in a good mood...
Zhong Liu intuitively felt that Sister Zhong's mood was not very stable right now.
However, Sister Zhong is usually too stable, so the subtle instability at this moment is so obvious.
Zhong Liu: "What's wrong?"
Zhong hesitated for a long time without asking.
...Does she know what price she paid?
...What could be so worthy of his attention in a broken soul that was torn away from its true body?
"Nothing," Zhong said evasively. "Are you feeling better?"
Zhong Liu moved closer to the candle and couldn't help but warm his hands by the fire. "It felt quite cold in there just now, but it feels much better now that I'm outside."
It seems that the coldness is not caused by the ambient temperature, but an illusion under strong pressure, which comes and goes quickly.
When his heart finally calmed down and returned to its original rhythm of beating, Zhong Liu, who deliberately avoided thinking about what had just happened, felt that he was fine again.
She rubbed her hands and said, "Why don't I go back to find Junior Sister."
Zhong felt that she might have really taken the wrong approach. She was somewhat influenced by her second meeting with the store owner and felt that her mind was a little confused.
If the cat could keep its promise - this was the thing she was most uncertain about - then things would be very strange. She traded her soul for Jin Aqing's life, and Zhong Liu traded his soul for her freedom... How could this possibly work?
Even without talking about other things, it is obvious that Zhong Liu's soul and her soul are not of equal weight, and at most they can only be exchanged for partial and extremely limited freedom.
...No matter what it is, Zhong should be happier now.
She traded a little freedom with that person for a useless piece of soul, which should be a good thing. After all, she originally wanted to become that person's slave, although a slave with some freedom of movement didn't sound much better.
But Zhong just couldn't be happy.
Even if it was a slice of her soul, Zhong Liu was still different from her, and she never thought of sacrificing Zhong Liu.
After waiting for a long time without any response from Sister Zhong, Zhong Liu thought that Sister Zhong had fallen asleep again - most of the time, Zhong was asleep and would only appear when it was time to teach or in times of crisis.
She thought about it, raised her long glasses, turned around and walked back in the original direction.
Changmu kept buzzing, obviously very dissatisfied with his constant escape.
Even though it is not a bloodthirsty killing weapon like Buchen, Changmu still has the pride of being a spiritual sword. The sword master taking it away obviously hurts its face.
--call back!
It says so.
Zhong Liu couldn't help but smile. These sword spirits always made her feel very young, and their drive to just rush forward was obvious.
She comforted him, "Okay, we'll fight back now."
She avoided the high-risk areas that she had already memorized and quickly headed towards her junior sister.
Until a black cat suddenly emerged from a dark green shadow, shook its head, and the two leaves stuck in its fur fell off.
The cat looked her up and down.
Zhong Liu suddenly thought of this, and his vertical pupils that lit up in the darkness looked a little confused.
After thinking about it casually, he finally decided to forget it. He could let Stinky Litchi do whatever he wanted. Although he didn't know why he suddenly sped up the process - he had been going with the flow most of the time, and seemed neither enthusiastic nor curious about the awakening of the godhead... But there was no harm in it anyway, he also wanted to complete the commission as soon as possible and go back.
It clenched its paws left and right, not knowing how long it would take for him to fully wake up at this rate.
I'm afraid it will happen faster than it thinks.
The black cat jumped onto Zhong Liu's shoulder.
Zhong Liu was stunned for a moment, then realized that the cat was using her as a means of transportation.
It clearly has the ability to move in the shadows, but it insists on being carried by others. I don't know what kind of weird hobby it has.
Zhong □□ looked around but couldn't find his own lazy sofa.
He sighed silently, then took his means of transportation and ran to his destination with the black cat.
The time to clear the fog is very precious. Jin Aqing is not an iron man who will not get tired. In this short time, we must help her kill the monsters in the mist as much as possible.
On a marked map, the area of fog under the chasm is getting smaller and smaller.
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Ah Qing No. 20.
Ah Qing No. 68.
Ah Qing No. 213.
Ah Qing...
Forgot.
I forgot what number Ah Qing is, and I also forgot how many stars and how many rounds of memories she has come into contact with.
Every ray of starlight brings a record of death, and as I count, I forget the number.
Jin Aqing had an illusion as if she had died countless times and was reborn again today.
…At every point of death in the past, this time, she did not die.
Maybe it wasn't an illusion, it was indeed her memory from the past.
Even though she herself didn't know the reason.
The cooperation with Zhong Liu and the senior brothers and sisters became more and more tacit day by day, while other cultivators came and went, with the number of members decreasing and increasing.
Another large area of fog cleared away. Jin Aqing looked over and found Zhong Liu hiding in a tree not far away.
Ever since she became more and more proficient in the use of the two basic elements of wind and wood, she has become more and more fond of climbing trees. In her own words, she may have regressed to her ancestors.
Jin Aqing didn't know what atavism was, but that didn't stop her from subtly understanding its meaning, and she could always find Zhong Liu hiding behind the vines and branches at the first opportunity.
Zhong Liu was not surprised when he was found.
She turned over with difficulty, collapsed on the tree trunk and stretched her limbs as far as she could.
It looked a bit like a beetle that had fallen to the ground, waving its limbs weakly towards the sky.
Jin Aqing lifted up the layers of vines and found the black cat as expected.
She still doesn't know what the black cat is doing here. It either lies there in a daze or sleeps all day long, as if it has no intention of doing anything here.
It’s not that I haven’t asked before. Most sword cultivators are very direct and will ask whenever they want.
But the other party’s answer is really hard to understand.
What does it mean... to watch her, to let her live...?
The black cat kicked its hind legs, as if it had just woken up from sleep, and stared at Jin Aqing with a pair of sparkling eyes.
Jin Aqing was already able to ignore it and moved closer to the tree branch.
Zhong Liu also moved to make room for her.
The two people and the cat just lay straight on the branch.
Every time a large area of fog is cleared, there is always an extra long time to rest, especially when victory is in sight, everyone is finally not so nervous when resting.
After a while, Zhong Liu made some rustling sounds, and his clothes rubbed lightly against the branches.
She whispered, "Junior Sister."
"Um?"
"Do you practice the Way of Mercy?"
No one knows how long this question has been lingering in Zhong Liu's mind. Perhaps she has been thinking about this question since the first time she saw Jin Aqing.
As Jin Aqing's sword became more and more powerful, Zhong Liu thought about this problem more and more. She found it hard to imagine what kind of protagonist could defeat the current master of the nameless sword.
"Buxiu, what's wrong?"
Such an answer was not unexpected for Zhong Liu. After all, Jin Aqing was not the kind of person who would never give up love.
Jin Aqing is just used to thinking less and worrying less, so naturally her expressions and emotions are a little dull, but she is by no means heartless.
Zhong Liu pondered, "Do you have this plan in the future?"
"Of course not."
Jin Ah Qing obviously noticed something was amiss, but she didn't doubt her companions' habits. She just said, "Although I practice swordsmanship, I haven't yet fully established my Taoist lineage."
"Logically speaking, it should be after the third year of joining the sect, that is, after gradually gaining one's own understanding of cultivation, that one will feel the need to choose a Taoist school."
"So what are you going to choose?"
"Maybe it's kendo." Maybe Jin Aqing was really tired, she even said something she would never say normally.
"In this world, the only thing I can fully grasp in my hand is this sword."
So the protagonist of the novel is really not Jin Aqing?
Zhong Liu frowned, feeling that there was something she had overlooked.
But she didn't have more time to think slowly, as Senior Sister Dingxiang's voice reached her ears.
"It's time. Get some rest and go."
She seemed very happy, probably because she saw the fog would completely dissipate in the near future. "Hold on a little longer, it will all be over soon."
Hold on a little longer.
Zhong Liu let out a long breath and moved his arms to sit up.
The black cat jumped onto her head in the blink of an eye.
Many cultivators had never seen it show its power, so they thought it was just a spiritual pet raised by Zhong Liu and were too lazy to bother with this group of country bumpkins.
Jin Aqing was the last one to stand up, but the first one to return to the ground.
She flipped open the marked map and looked at it carefully.
Ah, it turns out that we have reached the last large area without realizing it.
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