Chapter 17 The Book of All Things
After the explanation, Yan Shuang seemed to be really busy, so he returned to the boat and left in a hurry.
As for Cheng Ke, Rong Qing didn't dare to look at him, lowered her head and said, "I'll go back to my room first. I don't dare to neglect what the adults have told me."
Cheng Ke didn't say anything more. He glanced at her with unclear meaning, "Just do your best."
Compared with Rong Qing, who completed the task on time or even early, but killed the opponent in a boring way. He was even more looking forward to how she would collapse as the death line got closer and closer.
She should be able to kneel down and beg him with tears streaming down her face, right?
Cheng Ke smiled and walked away.
Completely different from Yan Shuang's flying boat, he was jumping around the mountains in a few steps. It is more powerful than the most advanced Qinggong in the world.
Being bullied to the head by a Qi practitioner. Rong Qing smiled helplessly.
The strong dominates the weak, which has always been the most important principle in the world of cultivation. This is true even in the secular world.
The preferential treatment she had at her fingertips for a long time made it difficult for her to see her position clearly.
"There is no one in the world who is always strong and can guarantee that he will never fall." He muttered to himself.
The so-called victory of the weak against the strong depends on luck, and "weak" does not mean absolute weakness.
No...there are exceptions. Rong Qing thought about it.
In fact, there are some people who, just looking at their backs, never feel that they will ever surpass them.
The monks who pursue the ruthless way in the Arctic snow mountains remove the "human" part of themselves and pursue the ultimate harmony with the way of heaven.
"We can't get along." Because the gap is too big, he doesn't fit in among a group of big guys.
Rong Qing held her stomach, feeling pain again.
While Cheng Ke was leaving, she first went to the side room to take a look at Master Guo.
"Sir." Zhong Xiu pulled Rong Qing's sleeve.
After she helped Master Guo in, she immediately put him on the bed.
At this moment, Master Guo's eyes were closed tightly and his face turned pale. Although the bun has been tidied, the scattered gray hair is still clearly sticking out at the corner of the forehead.
Rong Qing leaned down and looked at Mrs. Guo, who was usually full of energy discussing with her, lying on the bed with such weak breathing, her heart ached.
"Did you wake up in the middle?"
"No." Zhong Xiu shook his head.
Rong Qing touched Master Guo's hand, and there were protruding veins under the dry skin.
She can't even take a pulse!
"Someone will definitely come to save us." Rong Qing returned and held Zhong Xiu's hand.
With a firm tone, I don’t know whether he is persuading the other party or himself.
"Then will she be fine?" Zhong Xiu was completely afraid of these immortal methods.
She asked in a low voice in Rong Qing's ear, not daring to tell her daughter's name.
"She is our opportunity." Rong Qing held Zhong Xiu's hand tightly, regardless of how wet their palms were.
When she followed the controlled Guo Fuzi into the screen, she noticed that Jiajia was hiding very sensitively, but the person who controlled Guo Fuzi was unaware of it. I deliberately pretended that Jiajia was not there to talk.
I originally thought that the puppet control technique was not very good, but now I judge that it is because Cheng Ke's cultivation level is too low.
With a level of cultivation that is beyond foundation building, she can remotely control puppets, and can separate spiritual energy to use magic weapons... She prefers to call them props, and she must have outstanding talent. At least during the qi training period, Rong Qing was not guaranteed to do better than Cheng Ke.
She and Master Guo left the city before curfew and have not returned yet. The palace will definitely get the news. Suicheng is so close to these monks, but it rarely suffers from them. It seems that there is at least one monk from Jingguo staying in Suicheng, which makes Cheng Ke avoid his actions in Suicheng today.
As long as the monks from Jingguo find the bookstore, they can find Jiajia. Zhong Xiu and Jiajia are mother and daughter, connected by blood. Apart from other types of tracking methods, maybe the monks here also know the art of blood pulling, so they can accurately find the location of the three of them.
Rong Qing reasoned along this line of thought, and even herself was comforted.
This is not to coax Zhong Xiu, but if you think so, it is indeed feasible.
Now the only way is to delay.
Do you really have three days? Rong Qing took a deep breath and looked at Master Guo who still didn't know who was going on. Can Master still hold on until that time?
"Xiu Niang."
"Um."
"You take care of Master first and see if there is anything to eat in this yard. If not, go to the kitchen and have a look. Mainly water, feed a little every hour." Rong Qing explained emphatically, "If Master wakes up, Come, if you have any fever, you must come to me immediately, understand?"
"I know, sir." Zhong Xiu has always been very strong, "Sir, you should also take care of yourself."
Rong Qing nodded perfunctorily.
She herself was in a terrible state. Even if she is useful to these monks now, she will not get any good treatment. Simply ignore these external things.
He touched the bloody scab on his forehead and found that there were broken hair stuck to it and hardened into small pieces. Even if Zhong Xiu didn't say it, she felt it.
"Oh"
Suppressing the resentment and anger in her heart, Rong Qing turned around and returned to the room assigned to her.
Even if it was just for show, she should be there. There is only a simple small table in the room. This is not a study room, and there are many utensils that cannot be replaced.
After checking the small suite attached to the house, Rong Qing found nothing and could only use the small table on the spot.
The contents of the book box were very complete, and when the carriage flipped to the ground, the contents were not damaged.
There was no time to worry about the wear and tear on the corners of the box, so Rong Qing arranged the temporary desk as quickly as possible. The stool was moved to increase the length of the arrangement.
As for the so-called "book of all things", Rong Qing is a bit puzzled based on his eight hundred years of experience.
There is no doubt that it is a magic weapon. But just give it to her directly?
She is now a mortal without any aura.
There was nothing on the cover. As she opened the second page, she saw on the left side the words "Everything can be found, and every word must be clearly defined."
And the right side...is as blank as the cover.
They gave her the magic weapon to use so easily, but said nothing, unless they thought it was very simple and there was no need to speak.
Rong Qing tried: "Yehu Zhou Zhi".
Soon, a long list of directories appeared on the blank page on the right.
Looking at the densely arranged volumes, she subconsciously touched the paper and drew upward.
No response.
"..."
Heck, even Rong Qing herself was stunned by this subconscious action that she hadn't seen in a long time.
When she came back to her senses, she thought of a possibility, and even her stomach no longer hurt.
If this product could be produced with energy, wouldn’t she have distributed it?
Such a surprise only lasted less than three breaths.
Is it because she didn't pay much attention to the news about various special magic weapons? She really had no impression of this thing at all.
Even in the consensus of the cultivation world, the most basic magic weapon must be penetrated by spiritual power before it can be used.
Rong Qing stared at the Book of All Things with confusion and vigilance in her eyes.
The technique of taking photos is not difficult in the cultivation world. The search function can also be replaced by prohibition. To give a simple example, for new disciples who have just practiced Qi, a very small amount of spiritual power in their bodies can trigger the reaction of the introductory jade slips, connect their spiritual consciousness, and read the large amount of image and text information in the jade slips. This reading speed is extremely fast, and with the improvement of cultivation and breakthrough of realm, the upper limit of its ability is rising. As for the ability of high-level monks to receive and process information, mortals simply cannot imagine it.
But mortals can use magic weapons so easily. Rong Qing has never heard of such news.
Rong Qing picked one of the papers and tried to call out its name.
Sure enough, the writing on the page faded, and new words gradually emerged. It is indeed the correct content.
Just "Next page?"
It didn't seem to understand, and jumped to a new directory based on the pronunciation of what Rong Qing said.
This is a bit silly. Rong Qing thought to herself.
Normally, she would still have time to play, but at this time, she just wanted to quickly research various functions...
"Sir." There was a knock on the door.
?
I just figured out how to turn the next page. It turned out to be an anti-human operation like turning it over and back again.
"What's wrong?" Rong Qing hurriedly opened the door, "Master, are you awake?"
"No." Zhong Xiu was visibly panicked at this moment. "We can't get out."
She directly pulled Rong Qing and ran outside.
The rain has stopped. Although we were in the mountains, there was no sound of any animals. It was eerily quiet.
Pulling Rong Qing all the way to the courtyard gate.
"Here." She gestured to Rong Qing to reach out and touch the air in front of her.
Seeing this action, Rong Qing already understood half of it.
really!
She reached forward to touch, but only reached halfway when she was blocked by something invisible.
At the same time, I received feedback that my palms were numb.
"Too bad." Frustrated.
This touch... this restriction can actually connect to the owner of the restriction.
As far as Rong Qing knows, there are no less than ten thousand kinds of restrictions that prevent people from going out. If she could "see" it, she wouldn't be tempted to touch it.
Whether it was Yan Shuang who seemed to be good-tempered, or Cheng Ke who showed his disgust clearly, she didn't want to see it!
(End of chapter)