When Rong Tong returned to Wangyue Peak where she lived, she still chose to fly with the wind. Although Taizhen Yuanjun gave her a spiritual sword, she actually still likes the feeling of freedom when her whole body is blown by the wind and she can do whatever she wants. Of course, what's more important is that she doesn't actually know how to wield a sword. It's only been half a year since she came here. Even if she was given Nascent Soul's cultivation and spiritual consciousness at the beginning, she still wouldn't have enough time to master many of the ever-changing methods in the world of cultivation.
Passing through the lush foliage at the southern foot of Kunlun, heading northwest all the way, the air became colder and colder as she breathed. Several times, she was not very skillful in using the protective mask, and thanks to Bao Qin holding her aside, she was able to To avoid being shamefully blown away from the intended direction.
When she finally saw the summit of Wangyue Peak, the rain had stopped and the clouds had dispersed. The bright sunlight made the glazed tiles of the pavilions and pavilions glow with brilliant luster, making them look like palaces in the sky. The Tianbao Pavilion located on the entire top of the mountain is actually composed of nine high pavilions named after the Big Dipper and numerous large and small pavilions, water pavilions, waterfalls and flower gardens.
Rong Tong believed that she had seen the world when she was on Earth. She had seen the Fontainebleau Kremlin and Buckingham Palace, and had a helicopter overlooking the Forbidden City. But the first time she flew up to overlook the Tianbao Pavilion, she was still taken aback. The scale of this extravagance was so shocking that I almost felt suffocated.
However, people's adaptability is always terrible. Now she can fly past those exquisite and magnificent buildings without changing her expression, fly all the way to the Ziwei Building where she lives, find the location of the room and use magic to untie the lock on the window. The seal was turned over directly.
"Miss, should I put back the things I packed away before?" Baoqin, who followed behind, looked around the empty bedroom.
"There's no rush." Rong Tong sat down on the bed with a serious expression, "What matters now is that our plan one failed. We have to think about how to implement plan two."
"Okay, miss, think about it slowly." Baoqin took out a quilt from the Qiankun bag and threw it behind Rong Tong, then bent down and started to make the bed.
Very good, she, a maid, always has her own ideas.
Rong Tong sadly took out his notepad and began to perfect his second plan. If there is no way to escape, it seems that we can only face it head-on. Then every next step must be carefully planned, otherwise one wrong step may cost you your life.
"Ziguang, why couldn't you stand it back then? You didn't have much of a role to begin with. You got your lunch box in the morning and your lunch box in the evening. Why did you hang up halfway and then drag me here to accompany you to deliver food?" Finally After writing a word, she looked at the densely packed notes and felt a headache.
When Rong Tongchuan came here half a year ago, it was not as orderly as it is today. She doesn’t even meet the basic requirements of today’s average traveler: “One moment she just crossed over, and the next second she can clearly recognize the reality, pretend to have amnesia, figure out the situation, fight in the palace, fight in the house, and adapt to the local area smoothly in a wave of operations.” The quality of time travel.
Even for a long time, she was not convinced that she had really traveled through time. The 29-year-old woman had long lost the courage to believe in those wild imaginations. She once felt that the current situation was an illusion caused by something wrong with her brain. , and try various methods to make yourself sober.
This kind of confusion waited until she slowly discovered that all the details around her were too real. Not to mention other things, just at the level of cultivation, there were some mysterious and exquisite theories that she had never heard of before. Trying to use the so-called spiritual power , I can actually feel every movement of the wind, the dew on the flowers and leaves that condenses when the moisture meets it... It seems that everything is under my control.
She began to feel that these could be constructed by just reading a few fantasy novels and relying solely on her imagination. Then she tentatively believed that she had really traveled through time, and slowly adapted to this new world and new identity. .
She has obviously traveled to a realm of immortal cultivation, and she belongs to the realm of soul penetration. The original owner of this body must have died due to previous injuries, so her prominent identity, Yuan Ying stage cultivation and astonishing Wealth has become cheaper for Rong Tong, a visitor from another world.
Others who traveled through time were all good-for-nothing concubines who abandoned their concubines. She obviously had an advantage in this start. More importantly, the original owner did not have any close elders or friends around her, so it seemed that it would not be so difficult to be replaced if the core was replaced. She realized that originally her only headache was the original owner's personal maid, but due to her previous doubts about life, she had lost the best opportunity to pretend to have amnesia.
However, Baoqin seemed to have always taken her seriously as his own lady, so she thought it was not a big problem. Until one day, Baoqin asked her what kind of spiritual tea she liked to drink. She tried to be clever and said, "Have you forgotten what kind of spiritual tea I like to drink after following me for so long?"
Baoqin said calmly at that time: "Reporting to the lady, of course I have not forgotten what kind of spiritual tea the original lady liked to drink, but I am not familiar with the current lady, so I have to ask for advice."
Rong Tong suddenly broke into a cold sweat, "What do you mean? I don't understand."
"It means that I know that the original lady has lost her soul, and you are not her. Do you understand what I mean, lady?" Baoqin said while washing the tea set.
"How...how did you find out?" Rong Tong looked gloomy and was careless. This is the world of cultivation, and soul-transportation is not a seamless process. If you don't do it right, others will think you are the one who took away the body. It’s over!
"Of course I noticed it the moment your soul entered this body, Miss." Baoqin wrote lightly, "Half a year ago in Haixi, the people who were chasing us activated the Soul-Breaking Wheel Blade. That thing only needs to scratch a trace. Oily skin, the curse can take effect in an instant and destroy a person's three souls and seven souls. Changhua and Huanyue couldn't stop it and they were already dead. I ran away with the young lady from before, but the speed of the soul-breaking wheel blade was too fast. In the end, He still cut her, and at that moment the lady's soul was gone. The fact that the body can wake up again only means that a new soul has taken control of this body."
Rong Tong took a breath and touched the shallow scar on her waist. She remembered that when she first woke up, there was still a white cloth wrapped around her waist. However, after a few days, she removed it and found that the wound had healed. She also wondered why the original owner couldn't bear the injury for such a minor injury, so that was it.
"Since your master is dead, why do you continue to serve me, a fake, silently?" After the shock, she immediately realized the problem. Faced with such a terrifying weapon, the three maids still Being willing to risk one's life to protect the original owner shows loyalty. Obviously Baoqin's current behavior seems very illogical.
"Of course it's because of the soul contract -" Baoqin stopped washing tea and looked at her in surprise, as if he didn't understand why she asked such a stupid question, "The previous lady imprinted the souls of the three of us. We have a contract, so we must serve her in her daily life, protect her safety, and must not have any thoughts of harming her, otherwise we will be cursed by God, and life will be worse than death. Shihua and Huanyue would rather face the soul-breaking chakra blade, probably I also think that it is better to be wiped out. When the previous lady died, I had already planned to scatter my soul to avoid suffering, but I didn’t expect you to come. The soul bond originally imprinted on the lady’s ghost soul did not take effect, but transferred. I have your ghost soul, so naturally my current master is you."
When she stated this, her tone was extremely calm. She could not hear the regret for the death of her previous lady, nor could she feel the emotion and happiness after escaping from death. She just made and brewed tea calmly and skillfully, and the refreshing fragrance of tea suddenly filled the entire bedroom.
"To be honest, there has never been a precedent for 'transfer' in soul contracts before, otherwise there would be too many loopholes to exploit. Moreover, the body has always been a container for the soul. Each one is unique. Forcibly entering the soul from outside does not belong. My own body, no matter how strong my soul’s spiritual consciousness is, cannot suppress the rejection between the two. Among the body-snatchers I know, the longest-lived one only lived for seven hours. But Miss, you are rather strange, you His soul seems to be just like the original owner of this body, and the two are completely integrated, which is also a strange thing."
She poured out a cup of tea and offered it with both hands. Amid the smoke of tea, Rong Tong felt uncertain. I don’t know if I should first condemn this very inhumane slavery contract; or if I should think about it with Xian Baoqin, what is the specialness of the soul of an ordinary person who has never even cultivated to become an immortal...
She pointed her mouth and blew the tea soup gently. I took a sip while confused, but for some reason, I felt a little bitterness lingering between my lips and teeth.
