26 Entering the Land

"You mean, the house was fine before you left, and you don't know why it collapsed?"

Hua Lang sat in the yard, watching the young logistics disciples repairing the wooden house. She still felt a little dazed.

Xie Hanjing nodded expressionlessly. He sat opposite Hua Lang, his cold face looking very convincing.

Hua Lang took a deep breath, pointed at the big hole in the roof, and asked again, "How do you explain the hole in the roof?"

Xie Han was shocked and thought, "Maybe it was accidentally knocked out by a crane that came to the cold pond to catch fish."

Hua Lang: ...

Why don't you open your eyes and take a look. Is that a hole that a crane could have made?!

The senior disciple leading the logistics team saw Hua Lang's face twisted in fear and hesitated for a moment before stepping forward and bowing. "Hua, Peak Master Hua, the house is severely damaged. I'm afraid it will take several days to repair it."

Hua Lang coughed lightly and tried to be pleasant, saying, "I understand. Thank you for your hard work."

There are a total of three houses built on Qingzhu Peak. Now one of them has been blown up. If Yan Rong and Xie Hanjing live together for a few days, I'm afraid that by then only two houses will need to be repaired.

But we can't let him move back to the outer gate. Yan Rong is already injured, and it is really difficult for him to travel between the inner and outer gates.

After much thought, it seems that the only option is to arrange for Yan Rong to stay in another peak for a few days.

Hua Lang couldn't help but glare at Xie Hanjing again. The matter of cultivating their relationship as brothers had to be put on hold for the time being.

The disciple noticed Hua Lang's expression change and asked carefully, "If Peak Master is worried about housing, I know a place that may be able to help."

Hua Lang became interested after hearing this, "Where?"

"Before I came to Qingzhu Peak, I looked through the renovation records from previous years. It says there's a bamboo house on the west side of the mountainside. But after so many years, if the Peak Master wants to use it, he'll probably have to send a few of us to clean it up first."

Hua Lang was very surprised. She clearly remembered that when she took the emerald jade seal yesterday, she did not find any bamboo house on the west side of Qingzhu Peak.

Every flower and blade of grass on the peak should be recorded in the emerald jade seal; even if a house is old and collapsed, there should not be no trace left.

After thanking the disciple, Hua Lang stood up and called Xie Hanjing, preparing to go to the west side of the mountainside to find out what was going on.

After passing the pear orchard, the two walked west for a while and indeed entered a bamboo forest.

The bamboo forest is quiet, and the light shining through the gaps between the bamboos is scattered colorfully on the ground. When you step on the dry yellow fallen leaves, the thin and straight dead bamboo branches are broken from time to time, making a crisp crackling sound.

Hua Lang took a deep breath of the exceptionally fresh air in the bamboo forest.

She brushed aside the dense, yellowed bamboo branches and looked at the small mushrooms that had sprouted from the fallen leaves on the ground. She sighed, "There are so many mushrooms. It's a pity that they're hidden in this forest and no one has found them. They've grown in vain."

Xie Hanjing also noticed the large cluster of mushrooms at the roots of the bamboo and said, "Master, if you think it's a pity, why don't you pick a basket of them when you go back?"

Hua Lang was tempted, but when he remembered that the cafeteria didn't accept brought-in ingredients, he sighed and said, "Forget it, digging it up and taking it back would be a waste. It's better to let it grow in the forest."

"When I was in the mortal world, I did cook a few times. If Master doesn't mind, I'd like to give it a try."

How could he, the young master of the Sky Fox, cook?

Hua Lang was skeptical, "You can cook? I remember when you came to Qinglai, judging from your attire, you didn't look like an ordinary family."

Xie Han shook his head in shock. "My family has long been in decline. The clothes I wear were merely gifts from the elders who helped me in the past. Life on earth is boring, so I've only learned the basics in these places."

Hua Lang nodded. The elders Xie Hanjing mentioned should be the family branch that helped him escape.

Although the Sky Fox Clan was destroyed, there were still many subordinates following the male protagonist, and these people provided a lot of help in the male protagonist's journey of revenge.

Hua Lang: "Speaking of which, your elders sent you to the Immortal Sect with the hope that you would ascend to the heavens on your immortal path. The Sect Master asked you to become Murong He's disciple, so why did you refuse?"

Hua Lang suspected that in the original novel, Xie Hanjing did not reject Li Yuanxiu because he was quite lenient in disciplining his disciples, so the male protagonist could take the opportunity to secretly learn martial arts and better hide his identity.

And now, he rejected Murong He and chose himself instead because he was more convenient to use as a tool to steal Murong He's skills than Murong He.

She thought Xie Hanjing would just say something perfunctory, but after a while, she didn't hear his voice.

When Hua Lang was about to turn around to see if he had caught up,

A light breeze brushed past her eyebrows, so light and thin, like a strand of hair passing by.

This is a change that is difficult for ordinary people to detect, but Hua Lang keenly discovered the abnormality... The fluctuations of spiritual energy here are extremely strange.

Another gust of wind was about to pass between the two men's eyebrows. Hua Lang moved sideways to protect Xie Hanjing behind him. He raised his finger, and a bamboo leaf quickly broke through the strange wind and pierced straight into the ground.

The wind brought by the bamboo leaves blew up the dead and rotten leaves deposited on the ground. On the wet mud where the winding mycelium was crawling, one could still see traces of the vermilion formation.

The bamboo leaves shot out by Hua Lang were firmly stuck in the center of the formation.

After a while, the fluctuations of spiritual energy dissipated, and Hua Lang felt his eyes suddenly become clear. The bamboo forest in front of him changed several times, and a bamboo house appeared out of thin air. The bamboo house was quite large, and the walls were covered with mottled black and brown traces of fire.

It seems that she didn't discover the bamboo house before because there was a formation hidden in the forest that concealed the house.

Hua Lang couldn't wait to walk towards the bamboo house. Xie Hanjing, who had been following her, suddenly spoke up.

"Probably because... Master is the first immortal this disciple has ever met."

Hua Lang was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was answering her earlier question.

"Just because of this?"

"Um."

Hua Lang held his forehead with his hand, wondering if this was the butterfly effect.

Fortunately, the main plot is still under control, and the male protagonist is under her nose, so no accidents will happen. If the male protagonist runs away with Murong He, that would be a real disaster.

Xie Hanjing lowered his head slightly. He was certain that the closer he got to Hua Lang, the more his cultivation progress became hindered. But it seemed as if there was a force pulling him in the dark, as if he was in a fog, making him unable to help but move forward step by step, even if it meant stepping into a swamp.

With a "creak", the door of the bamboo house was pushed open by Hua Lang.

The windows of the outer room were wide open, and through the light that came in, you could see the fine dust floating in the air.

The house was fully furnished with all kinds of furniture. Hua Lang strolled around casually and found that the desk and chairs were empty. She didn't find anything except dust.

Seeing Xie Hanjing walking into the inner room, Hua Lang followed him.

The inner room contained a diabolo bed, a dressing mirror, and other items. Hua Lang couldn't see anything different. She wondered, "There are only some ordinary things in this room. Why would they use a formation to hide them?"

Xie Hanjing didn't notice anything unusual either. He speculated, "Perhaps the previous owner set this up because he didn't want to be disturbed, and then forgot to erase it when he moved out of the bamboo house?"

Hua Lang touched his chin, "That should be the case. The spiritual energy circulation in the formation has been exhausted. It seems to have been more than ten years ago. It really looks like it was set up by the owner of the house."

Xie Han nodded in surprise. Seeing Hua Lang groping around inside the house, he said, "This house has been covered in dust for a long time. It's located deep in the bamboo forest and is very damp. I'm afraid it's not suitable for Junior Brother Yan to stay in temporarily."

Hua Lang stretched out her index finger and wiped the wall next to her. The place where her fingertips touched instantly became bright, and her face was imprinted.

It turned out to be a makeup mirror attached to the wall, but the wall dust was too heavy, temporarily covering the mirror body.

Hua Lang raised his finger and saw that there was indeed a thick layer of dust on the fingertip.

This house is indeed uninhabitable.

"We can only find him another place to live," Hua Lang said, realizing belatedly, "It's been a long time since get out of class ended, why hasn't Yan Rong come back yet?"

Xie Hanjing then said slowly, "Junior Brother Yan was taken away by the disciples of Wuling Peak during class this morning. Master, there is no need to worry about him."

Hua Lang:?

She said in disbelief, "What? You just watched him being taken away by someone else?"

Xie Hanjing comforted him, "They saw that Junior Brother's condition was too serious, so they took him back to the clinic for treatment. Junior Brother probably won't be back tonight."

Hua Lang was silent for a long time. "Next time something like this happens, explain it clearly in one breath."

Xie Hanjing nodded seriously: "Disciple understands."

Hua Lang casually placed his hands under the table, wiped the dust from his fingertips, and sighed, "This house is uninhabitable, and the formation is just for show. It seems like we've come all this way for nothing."

Xie Han was shocked: "Master, don't you want to eat mushrooms in the forest? If I dig some and take them back, it won't be a wasted trip."

Hua Lang nodded in agreement. She had just withdrawn her fingers.

"Ding!" There was a crisp sound on the table.

The sound was extremely light, but the room was already quiet. The two of them lowered their heads at the same time and stared at the place where the sound came from.

A hidden drawer slowly opened on the corner of the table where Hua Lang's fingertips touched.

After the dust settled, a yellowed, worn book appeared.

Hua Lang: ...

Hua Lang:!!

The ancient books lying quietly in the drawer, covered with a thin layer of dust, looked as sacred as if they were shining with golden light in Hua Lang's eyes.

She is so familiar with this storyline. Is it finally her turn to take advantage of the male lead?

There must be some extremely mysterious skills recorded in it!

Hua Lang reached out his hand expectantly and gently picked up the upside-down secret book.

She carefully turned the secret book over, revealing the cover.

Slowly, a few large characters appeared before my eyes——

The Basics of Flute Practice: From Beginners to Graveyard

Hua Lang:?

Hua Lang didn't believe it, so he used his spiritual energy to separate the dust and turned the book to the first page.

On the page that was about to be shredded, two lines of large characters could be vaguely seen, the handwriting as crooked as a child's first learning to write:

This book and two other things from the sky are given to my daughter Murong Jun.