"Calm down, calm down Rong Tong!" She patted her face and tried to collect her emotions. "Everything has not happened yet. As long as we plan well, we should still be able to save it... Hold the piano, hold the piano -" She hurriedly went to hold the piano Hold the hand of the only available talent beside you.
"Miss, tell me." Baoqin obviously didn't understand where her new master's sudden sadness and panic came from, but she still dutifully stayed in place and let her hold her.
"Let me confirm with you one last time. Lian Chao...is my nominal master. He has indeed ascended, right? Your previous lady has never seen him at all. You can make her the direct successor of the sect leader." It’s actually the decision of the Presbyterian Council, right?”
"The ascension of Emperor Xuan is known to all in Kyushu, but I haven't seen it with my own eyes so I can't be sure. However, it is said that the time of his ascension was when he handed over the management of Kunlun to the Council of Elders, which was indeed three hundred years ago. , the former lady is not yet two hundred years old, so naturally she has never met him, and she was indeed welcomed to Kunlun by the Presbyterian Church. But if you have any doubts about this, young lady, I can go and investigate again."
"No need," Rong Tong patted the back of her hand and slowly calmed down.
The reason why she asked this was entirely because in the original work, Lian Chao clearly had not ascended at this point in time and had been sitting in Kunlun; and Zi Guang was indeed the disciple he personally decided to accept.
"Speaking of which, how old is Zi Guang this year?"
"I'm not sure, but I'm still not 200 years old."
"What about Kunlun? When will they start accepting disciples again?"
"Kunlun's disciple selection is held every ten years, and it has only been five years since the last time."
Rong Tong vaguely remembered that in the original text, the day when Zi Guang turned 200 years old coincided with the selection of Kunlun disciples. He hoped with longing that Master would remember him, but Master secretly went to spy on Xiao Shou.
So fortunately, she traveled to a timeline where the plot had not yet begun. Even if we make the worst guess, there are still five years until the story of Xiao Shou entering the mountain gate officially begins. She still has time to prepare her own escape route.
"Okay," she sighed, "then we have to have a plan."
Then an article "SWOT Analysis on the Current Situation of Ziguang Zhenren" appeared on the homepage of Rong Tong's small notebook:
Advantages: Excellent background, decent cultivation, very rich
Disadvantages: Poor popularity, complicated life experience
Threat: There is doubt about the original person being killed. There may be someone behind the time traveling. Death warning ahead (emphasis added)
Chance: The main plot has not happened yet and may change.
In the next few pages, Rong Tong showed the spirit of answering essay questions in a major exam, not only sorting out the main plot line of "The Outlaw", but also memorizing all the details that he could remember, wishing he could not write down the original work silently. She marked all the content that was closely related to her current identity in red, and wrote down the coping strategies she had thought over and over again in small letters next to them.
The safest way to save one's life is of course to be as far away from Kunlun, the main map in the original novel. If Xiao Shou and Xiao Gong didn't know her at all, which villain would have the weird idea of killing her and then blaming the protagonist on it? Brain circuit?
However, Baoqin disagrees with this plan. As a person who focuses on the present, she is more worried about the unknown murderer chasing Ziguang in Haixi. Staying in Kunlun can at least initially guarantee Rong Tong's life safety. In her opinion, leaving is obviously an unwise move.
However, Rong Tong is even more uneasy about the fateful plot in the future. There is a wolf in front of him and a tiger behind him. She would rather deal with the unknown than become a piece of meat on the chopping board.
It's a pity that God failed to fulfill his wish.
In the Ziwei Building, Rong Tong threw himself on the bed that had been re-paved with emerald quilts and embroidered quilts, and said dullly: "Can we change our thinking? The Elders will use Ziguang's mother clan as an excuse to not let her go. We might as well contact her mother first." Clan, how about asking Zi Guang’s family to come forward and take me away?” She hugged the pillow, and the more she thought about it, the more feasible it became. Zi Guang has been away from home for more than a hundred years, and now that she is going back under someone else’s skin, she can’t tell and won’t Revealing the secret... To put it bluntly, even if there is a risk of being detected, it is still better than sitting here waiting for the plot to be announced!
"But Miss, do you know who your mother's clan is and where it is?" Baoqin was hanging a tassel curtain beside the bed. Hearing this, he looked down at her in surprise.
"Of course I don't know," she really regretted that she had skipped a section describing Zi Guang's life experience in the novel, "But weren't you assigned by her mother clan to serve her? You must know this. Bar?"
"I have no idea."
"What?!" Rong Tong sat up in shock while dying of illness.
"Really, actually I feel like I have lost a memory." After Baoqin finished hanging the tassel tent on the left, he tiptoed to the right and began to hang it. "All my memories started from Kunlun. At that time, the flowers and the moon were also hanging. Similarly, we have also discussed that it feels like the previous memories have been forcibly deleted. It seems that someone does not want us to remember the life experience of the former lady, and we suspect that these people are the mother clan of the former lady. "
...Rong Tong is a little panicked now. He feels that Ziguang and his family have some serious secrets.
"Then Zi Guang always knows where she comes from, right? She hasn't mentioned her hometown to you for more than a hundred years? Her family has never visited her?"
After Baoqin thought for a while, he replied firmly: "No."
Rong Tong took a breath.
"But you said that most of the belongings in Tianbao Pavilion were brought by Ziguang from the mother clan. Many magic weapons and elixirs are not available in Junzhou, but I think you are very familiar with these things... Oh , and," Rong Tong hurriedly pulled out a jade slip, "This secret book called "Xuanling Miao Dao", you said it is a technique that Ziguang has been practicing before. Don't you know a lot about it and can teach me? Do you practice?"
"This -" Baoqin pulled out the silver hook and arranged the tassel tent, clapped his hands and jumped out of bed, "it is actually the talent of my race, whether it is a leaf, a flower, a piece of clothing or an umbrella, or even Everything I see, the secrets of rare beasts and spiritual treasures, I know. In other words, I can understand everything I see."
When she said this, her expression was so understated, as if she was just saying "I can play the piano and draw," so that Rong Tong was stunned for a long time before he was shocked by the terrifying amount of information in her words.
"...I've read about ten kinds of magical powers that can be possessed after becoming an immortal. One of them is called...'The magical power of staying and thinking,' right..." She covered her pounding chest.
"In order to gain the wisdom and spiritual power of staying, dwelling, and thinking, in the past, it was unspeakable and inexplicable that the matter of staying in a mote of dust for several kalpas was said to be born in a certain place with such a name, such a surname, such a race, food, drink, joy, and joy, all from the beginning, and all Everything is known about existence, circulation, and rebirth." Baoqin recited casually, "But my 'racial talent' does not count. 'Understanding' means knowing what this thing is made of and what effect it has. , how to use it, it’s not just about knowing who forged it at a glance, how many times it has been handed over, what legends it has left, or other anecdotes. If I could tell someone’s life story by just looking at it, I would have looked in the mirror every day. I'm on my own. What's the point of those people making me lose my memory?"
"Yeah..." Wait! Even if it's just like this, it's already half a magical power, okay? !
Banxian Baoqin seemed to have no self-awareness of being a boss, and started to move the table and put the teapot again, but Rong Tongcheng held down her hard-working hands in fear, "Boss, please don't be busy... I feel that you If you serve me, my life will be shortened."
"That won't work," Baoqin pushed her away coldly, "As long as the soul contract lasts, it is my bounden duty to serve you."
...Yes, yes.
Rong Tong suddenly felt a strong sense of guilt.
But after being silent for a while, she still couldn't help but be curious:
"May I ask, boss, what race are you from?"
"have no idea."
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