Cang Lan Dao - Chapter 18.2

Chapter 18.2
I trusted you, so don’t you —

Luo Wanqing sniffed. It wasn’t strange. Those children from noble families had money, so they loved to travel the mountains and play in the water. Based on Qin Jue’s appearance, he should have wandered the jianghu often. His family has taught him a lot, and he wasn’t simply a son.

She also did not say much. After a simple wash, she and Qin Jue ate something. They left the city shortly afterward and had just climbed up the mountain when Qin Jue began to grunt.

“I can’t, I can’t,” By midday, his entire body felt like it had no bones. He casually found a tree to cling to and wailed, “I can’t walk anymore. Leader Liu, will you do me a favor and carry me on your back?”

Luo Wanqing turned back to look at the young man in the tree with downcast eyes and said coldly, “Did you cripple?”

“I’m injured,” Qin Jue looked shocked. “You wouldn’t expect me, an injured man, to follow you to Dongdu, would you? I’ve already reached my limit walking from the city to here. I can’t walk any further. If I do, I’ll be a disabled person.”

“You’re not much better now.” Luo Wanqing glared at him.

But thinking of last night when he helped her and thinking of his injuries, she eventually walked back, half squatted in front of him, and coldly said, “Come up.”

“I knew that Miss Liu had a kind heart.” Qin Jue hurriedly said something nice and got on Luo Wanqing’s back.

Luo Wanqing was ready. Carrying a man’s weight wasn’t easy, but she didn’t expect once this man got on her back, she felt like her legs couldn’t hold her up.

Noticing that she swayed, Qin Jue adjusted his position. Luo Wanqing instantly felt much more relaxed and retorted, “You look thin. Why are you so heavy?”

“Really?” Qin Jue grabbed her shoulder and peered over, puzzled, “You’ve been in the Salt Gang for so many years. There should be a lot of fights. Why are you so weak?”

Luo Wanqing choked, gritted her teeth, picked him up on her back, turned, and walked in the direction he was pointing, saying as she walked, “Being a leader uses brains, not physical strength.”

“Your strength is too small. You still need to practice martial arts.” Qin Jue reminded.

Luo Wanqing took a deep breath and decided to sink her qi into her dantian, shut up, and treat him like a sandbag, training basic skills and forget about it.

Liu Xiniang had also said that her foundation was unstable, so if she found an opportunity to practice, she should do it. Carrying him on her back was also a form of exercise. She took Qin Jue on her back and climbed up the mountain.

Qin Jue was quiet on her back for a moment before starting to chat, “Miss Liu, how old are you?”

“Twenty-three.” Luo Wanqing reported Liu Xiniang’s age. Qin Jue was a bit surprised, “Twenty-three? You don’t look like it. Then you’re older than me?”

Luo Wanqing ignored him. Qin Jue didn’t wait for her and continued shamelessly: “I’m only twenty. I thought we could be an elder brother and younger sister. But now it seems we can only be younger brother and elder sister?”

“In broad daylight, less dreaming.”

“How is this a dream? It’s fate that we’ve met each other,” Qin Jue said, thinking to himself, “Should I call you elder sister from now on? Sister, are you tired of carrying me? Are you thirsty?”

“Sister, today, the sky is clear. When we get to the city, let’s drink a glass of wine, okay?”

“Sister ……”

“If you say one more sentence, walk by yourself.” Luo Wanqing interrupted him, and Qin Jue immediately silenced himself, not daring to say more. But after a while, he started talking again, commenting on the colors of the mountains, predicting the weather, talking about the past, and expressing his mood.

Luo Wanqing ignored him, treating him like a bird on the mountain. These birds are like this, chattering endlessly. Moreover, he was better than the birds. She listened to kill time.

They walked the mountain road, traveling by day and resting at night.

On the first night, Qin Jue talked about her blade technique.

“How do you inherit your blade skills?”

“My family.” Luo Wanqing brought herself into Liu Xiniang’s identity, calmly saying, “My family’s blade skills.”

“No wonder it’s so rough.” Qin Jue commented, then said, “But it’s good enough. You can use it as long as it’s a technique you’re willing to accept. Blade or sword, the most important thing is that you accept it completely and understand the reason for holding it.”

“Reason?”

Luo Wanqing turned back in confusion, and Qin Jue twisted up a branch, “When your mind is united, and your qi doesn’t leak out, only then can you become one with your blade. The end that your mind reaches is the end that your blade can travel.”

Qin Jue looked back at her, “The stronger your will to do this, the tougher your blade will be. Blades and swords are different. A blade is the King’s path. Wherever it goes, it’s indestructible. Therefore, when you wield that blade, your mind must be free of distractions so there won’t be any hesitation. Only then you could bring the blade up.”

Qin Jue raised his chin towards one of the blades they had snatched from the Feng Yu Pavilion people, and Luo Wanqing walked over and picked it up.

Qin Jue smiled, “You don’t need to practice anything else right now. You only need to practice drawing your blade, get that first blade right, and ask yourself the reason why you drew your blade.”

Luo Wanqing inhaled and didn’t think much about it. The reason she drew her blade was simple. Her mind floated back to that last image Jiang Shaoyan gave her. She wanted to kill him and let him not have a good death. Let him experience all her pain was all she believed in. She held the blade, repeating the most mechanical action over and over again, fantasizing about that blade going down and beheading that man.

Qin Jue reclined on the side while quietly watching. He said, “The hostility is too heavy, but the dominance is strong. Unstoppable. You are indeed suitable for practicing the blade.”

Luo Wanqing ignored him. Qin Jue was high on gossip, seemingly making talks, “Why did you kill someone for the first time?”

“To meet someone.”

“Meet him for what?”

“To ask him to help me kill someone.”

These words were hard for Qin Jue to understand, “What does this mean?”

Luo Wanqing didn’t say anything, and when Qin Jue saw that she wasn’t answering, he thought about it and asked again, “Then you killed this person for the purpose you wanted to meet that person, or that you wanted to kill that person?”