After Mo Lin left, Lin Du thought of something on the way back, "Does our sect's library have copybooks?"
"About, no." Xia Tian Wu replied, "What's wrong?"
Lin Du nodded, "Nothing."
Unexpectedly, on the second day after returning to the sect, she received a stack of books from the headmaster. The top one was a thousand-character essay.
Feng Chao's eyes were kind, "A while ago, I was busy taking stock of the winter accounts and the affairs of our sect after the beginning of spring, but I was delayed. Your master probably doesn't pay attention to these. Although we are monastics, we must have cultural literacy. You can't do these things Learn first, if you don’t understand, you can ask me.”
Lin Du was a little surprised, and then quickly thanked him.
"Thank you Master Master."
"Just call me Senior Sister." Feng Chao was born as gorgeous as a noble lady, but she had a temperament that worried about everything. She was extremely busy taking care of all the affairs of the sect alone, but she could still take care of such a trivial matter as Lin Du.
"Senior Sister." Lin Du can actually understand it by considering the context. This thing seems to be the instinct of Chinese descendants. As long as it is placed in the context, even traditional Chinese characters can be read smoothly.
Feng Chao touched Lin Du's head, and then sighed, "I'm too thin, and I still eat less."
"Study hard. Our Supreme Sect has always convinced people with reason. I appreciate a disciple like you who loves to study."
After she finished speaking, she left in a hurry, "Come on, we still have to dig out the bamboo shoots in the back mountain, let's go."
Lin Du took the stack of books and sat down quietly, then opened the Thousand-Character Essay.
Only then did she discover that there was a burning formation on the thousand-character text. As soon as she opened it, she could automatically read every word on it.
"The sky and the earth are dark and yellow, and the universe is primitive.
The sun and moon are full, and the stars and constellations are arranged.
…”
Lin Du found it amusing, so he read along, and suddenly noticed that a small figure on the page seemed to understand, swaying and following her movements.
As soon as she stopped, the villain frowned, "Don't be lazy, work hard and persevere until you finish learning. If you can't finish memorizing, follow me to the back mountain to dig bamboo shoots."
Lin Du covered his forehead and smiled, and wanted to close the book with evil intention.
He heard a scream, "You are the hope of our sect's future, how could you give up halfway!"
"You are truly the worst student I have ever had."
"The dog responded with a bark after hearing this, but you remained silent."
The gaps in the pages of the book became smaller and smaller, and finally the villain changed his tone to pleading, "Hey, don't leave yet. Let's see if it's okay. Let's finish reading this."
Lin Du opened the book again and suddenly felt that the world of cultivation was much more interesting than he imagined.
She stayed quietly by the window on the first floor of the sect's library, memorizing the Thousand-Character Essay carefully and then tracing it down one by one.
Until the person in the library who had never shown up sent a message to her, "It's dinner time, let's go eat."
Lin Du was the only one of the new disciples who came to the library every day because her unreliable master didn't bother to teach the basics and let her read by herself.
When Lin Du went to college, the school had a lively learning atmosphere and the library was always full. She often followed the crowd and went to the library, which was quite satisfying.
This library is not far from the mountain behind the sect. It is on a small hill. There is a long blue brick staircase out of the gate. There are green trees on both sides. Wrapped in the mist, the trees are darker than elsewhere. Like green mountains emerging from an ink painting, the mist is the blurred ink mark.
The young man in brocade robe stepped on the leaves and landed outside the dining hall. Before she even set foot, she already knew today's recipe.
The unfinished bacon from the Chinese New Year was stir-fried with garlic leaves, and there was also a pot of fresh and thick chicken soup. Today it also smelled of medicinal herbs, probably the work of senior brother Jiang Liang.
She stepped into the dining hall and saw, as expected, Xia Wuzheng rolled up his sleeves and was helping, and all the new disciples hadn't arrived yet.
"Master, my junior uncle is here."
"She came just in time. The elixir I prepared for her has been prepared. Go and get it for her."
The moment the man's voice rang out, a smiling young voice followed, "Thank you Master Jiang Liang for your trouble."
In the back kitchen, a man in tan-colored narrow sleeves was swinging a shovel around. Hearing this, he immediately turned his head and covered his face with his hands, "Stand there and don't move!"
Lin Du's outstretched feet hung in the air.
"Don't come here! Don't come here." Jiang Liang's back was to Lin Du, his voice was trembling, "I'm afraid of living people."
…
Lin Du glanced at Xia Wu, no wonder this nephew was so talkative.
Jiang Liang, a medicine cultivator who is rumored to be able to produce medicine that can cure the bones of the living dead, once said a sentence in Xia Wu's script.
"I can save the living dead, but if you are determined to save the living, then I can't save you no matter what."
Even though the subsequent plot is that the scumbag suddenly realizes that he only saved his life because of Bai Yueguang, and he must save her out of responsibility. What he really loves is Xia Wu, so he staged a series of chasing his wife in the crematorium, and even personally He took out his golden elixir and provided it to Jiang Liang to refine the elixir to save Xia Wu.
However, Jiang Liang never forgave the scumbag who hurt his disciple. After learning that his disciple accepted the scumbag again, he became angry and went into seclusion and never came out again.
But Lin Du didn't expect that this senior brother, a medicine cultivator, would actually be a social terror?
Oh, it's not even a social phobia anymore, it's a severe phobia of people.
Xia Tian Wu opened his mouth in time and said, "Uncle Master, my master doesn't see strangers often. I have never seen this year's new disciples, so there are some..."
"I understand, I understand." Lin Du took his feet back silently, then bowed and said, "Thank you Master Jiang Liang for dispensing the medicine for me, but I won't come in to help yet."
"Wait a minute." A silver thread flew diagonally towards her. Lin Du subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but the silver thread wrapped around her wrist as if it had eyes.
She was startled, and then she felt the spiritual power above her flowing into her veins like hot spring water. There was no malicious intention, so she stood still obediently.
"I'll take your pulse, and your master will send me a flying letter, but he's not as accurate as me in person."
The man still stood with his back to Lin Du, pondering for a moment, then sighed softly, and turned around. He had a fair face of a handsome scholar with a short beard, but he was still as elegant as a scholar. , frowned slightly, with a solemn look on his face.
"Weren't you still afraid of living people just now?" Lin Du was originally thinking about how a medicine practitioner like this could cure diseases and save people, but she didn't expect that he would enter the state faster than her.
"You are not counted among the living." Jiang Liang said concisely.
Xia Tian Wu's expression changed. The master was indeed afraid of strangers, but there was only one situation where he would face the patient who came to seek medical treatment, and that was a person who was already in a coma or someone who was about to die.
She looked at Jiang Liang in astonishment, "Master..., did you make a mistake by being too far away? Or is this silver thread..."
Lin Du smiled instead of being angry, and walked in happily.
It's better than saying she's not human.
"Fifth Senior Brother, look, can I still be saved?"
"You are sick, seriously ill."
