The Sutra Pavilion is located in an apricot forest, with a trickling stream flowing not far away and surrounded by pavilions and corridors. Disciples in twos and threes of different costumes can be seen everywhere, either sitting on the mountain and watching the scenery, or burying their heads in reading.
The two showed their tokens to a senior brother in yellow who was guarding the gate.
The senior brother took the token and lazily ordered:
"There are four floors in the Sutra Pavilion. Apprentices can only be on the first floor. Outer disciples can go to the second floor. The third floor is for the inner disciples, and the fourth floor is for the teachers of the academy."
"If you borrow books, you need to deduct contribution points. You don't have contribution points yet. You can only browse here and cannot take them away. Hey, wait!"
He widened his eyes and handed Zhao Yue'er's token back: "Junior sister, you actually have one hundred contribution points, that's amazing!"
"Is there any book you want to borrow?" He said in a friendly manner: "One book costs one point, and you can borrow it for ten days!"
Then, he took Yang Zhen's token for inspection. Suddenly, his eyes became even bigger: "Three hundred and fifty points! You are a just beginning student, why do you have so many!"
His exclamation made not only Zhao Yue'er look at Yang Zhen curiously, but also several disciples who were reading on the first floor looked here strangely.
Yang Zhen was a little annoyed at this person's yelling, and said calmly: "I contributed several family-inherited techniques."
"That's it." The senior brother was immediately relieved: "The sect has been established for thousands of years and has been living abroad. The skills that have not been included are very rare. You are really lucky."
This man was actually a talkative and warm-hearted man, and he immediately suggested: "Since junior brother's contribution points exceed three hundred, hurry up and be promoted to an outer disciple! If you come to our palace, you can check out more classics."
Yang Zhen suddenly realized that the 300 contribution points awarded to him by his ancestor last night was actually giving him the status of an outer disciple.
"Thank you, senior brother, for reminding me." He thanked him sincerely.
The first level contains mostly basic classics, including various Qi-training techniques, sword manuals, spells, and books on alchemy, talisman formations, and the like. Some common elixir prescriptions, such as the Qi-Returning Pill, have detailed prescriptions and refining instructions.
Yang Zhen copied two of them and prepared to use them to practice.
But when he came to the Sutra Pavilion this time, he wanted to find information about Hushu Dan the most, but there was only a brief introduction, which was indeed similar to what his ancestor said. Danfang and the like were not found.
"I saw this elixir recipe on the second floor," Senior Brother Huang Yi said, "I also thought about refining this elixir at that time, but unfortunately there are two medicinal materials that are difficult to find."
It seems that this outer disciple's token must be processed, but there is no time today.
Just now, the little girl told him with excitement that Sister Caiyun had arrived at the square.
The two hurried over and saw hundreds of mortals in different clothes and ages gathered in the square. In front of them, there was already a long queue. Every time it was a student's turn, he would call out his attendant and let him lead him away.
The little girl eagerly went over to line up, and after about a quarter of an hour, she finally led Caiyun out.
…
That night, inside Cave No. 51 of Shuiwu Peak
Caiyun was busy inside and outside the house, and finally managed to decorate Zhao Yue'er's bedroom.
Plain soft tents, quilts embroidered with light green lotus leaves, sky blue brocade quilts, pictures of goddesses scattering flowers hanging on the wall, small soft green onion curtains hanging on the corridor leading to the outside... everything is related to being in Just like Shuihengyuan, Zhao Yuerer felt as if she had returned to her own home.
The little girl jumped happily on the bed, calling Yang Zhen and Caiyun at the same time:
"Brother Shitou, I want to hear a story!"
"Sister Caiyun, come up quickly!"
The three of them seemed to have returned to their days in Shuihengyuan. The difference was that Caiyun was in the middle this time, separating Yang and Zhao.
Yang Zhen didn't care and continued the plot of "The Condor Shooting" last night. Although Caiyun hadn't heard most of it, it didn't stop her from listening with a smile.
After half an hour, Yang Zhen ended her story.
"Little Shitou, don't go back to your cave, sleep here!" the little girl said drowsily, rubbing her eyes.
Yang Zhen didn't care, he could sleep on Caiyun's bed and let the two girls squeeze together.
He was about to agree when he saw Caiyun interjecting: "Miss, young man, it's better to go back to sleep!"
Zhao Yue'er turned her head and looked at her doubtfully.
"This is Madam's advice." Caiyun said with a forced smile.
The little girl immediately pouted: "What's wrong with living together? This cave is so deserted!"
Caiyun was actually beating the drum in her heart. This place was not like Shuihengyuan. In addition to her and the lady, there were many maids and servants there, and it was very popular.
It's not like in Tianshui Peak, when Granny Shuihong saw that they were young and let them live in her cave, which was lively and safe.
What about here? Although there are some immortal formations outside that can prevent Xiaoxiao from entering, there are only two girls in this yard, and she is still a mortal who knows nothing. How can she not be afraid?
"How about you don't tell grandma," the little girl put her arms around Caiyun's neck and shook her body: "Okay, sister Caiyun -"
"But, I, I can't hide it from Madam!" Caiyun hesitated.
"Then I'll go back and tell grandma!" The little girl acted very responsible.
Therefore, for a long time to come, No. 51 became the common home of the three of them. Yang Zhen stayed here for much longer than his own Cave No. 52.
…
In the early morning of the next day, when Yang Zhen and Zhao Yue'er got up at the same time and went to practice outside the hospital, Caiyun also got up and was busy making breakfast.
After the two of them finished practicing, they waved goodbye to Caiyun, while the maid stood in front of the cave and watched them go away.
There was unconcealable envy and loneliness in her eyes.
The attendant also has an identity token and can freely enter and exit the master's cave, but cannot enter and exit the academy at will and can only move in a limited area.
So most of the time, I sit in the mountains doing nothing.
"Perhaps, we should find something for Sister Caiyun to do." Yang Zhen thought to herself.
The two walked along the mountain road and came to the place where Fang Hong appeared yesterday.
"Brother, that man named Fang is spying on you in the woods again!" Yiyi's voice sounded at the right time.
Yang Zhen was so fed up in her heart that Fang Hong was really haunted!
"How long has he been here?"
"At least half a quarter of an hour! Are you sneaking around here? What are you doing?"
What to do? Yang Zhen was confused, what did Fang Hong want to do?
Soon, his questions were answered.
On the rock wall on one side of the mountain road, a black magpie was alarmed by the noise, croaked and flew into the blue sky.
Where it took off, there was some loose gravel.
Vibrated by the flapping wings of the black magpie, the gravel rolled down one after another.
Their rolling brought several larger stones with them.
One of the fist-sized, round stones was rushing towards Yang Zhen.
Like an arrow leaving the string, it has the sound of breaking through the sky.
This speed is abnormal!
