Chapter 113: Another Incident

Although it is bamboo, this hundred-year-old black bamboo is different. It has the toughness of bamboo, and because the old man with the bamboo stick has been nourishing it with the water of the spiritual vein all year round, it is full of spiritual energy and is much harder than ordinary weapons.

While Lingxiang was grinding the ink, he had to use his own spiritual energy to blend the purple leaf golden agate spiritual energy with the ink so that he could later paint the fan with gold. Meanwhile, the old man with the bamboo stick helped shape the bamboo slips on the fan surface for Lingxiang to carve.

The door had been shut for three days, and Lingxiang hadn't emerged. Even Xinyi, returning from her inspection, was surprised. This little girl's thoughts were so complex that ordinary people couldn't possibly fathom them. She really didn't know what she was up to.

But what made him even more surprised were Long Qi and Ren Dong.

As soon as he came back, he saw the two of them staring at each other with wide eyes, without saying a word, and no one knew what they were doing. Even when he went up to ask them questions, the two of them just glanced at him, and then looked at each other motionlessly.

This is strange. Normally, the two of them look down on each other. Could it be that they have fallen in love with each other now?

…

Honeysuckle entered the house and was lying on the couch thinking about his future practice. He was distracted when he was startled by a "clang" sound outside the house. He couldn't help but wonder what happened outside.

When he went out to take a look, he found that the room that Lingxiang had previously forbidden was actually open, and the corner of Long Qi's clothes could be vaguely seen.

Did he open this door? No! Lingxiang had just entered this room.

Honeysuckle cautiously reached into the house, only to see Long Qi standing with his back to the door, like a stone sculpture.

"What are you doing?" asked Honeysuckle.

Long Qi was shocked and turned around quickly, but put his hands behind his back.

"You...how did you...how did you come out..."

Hearing him hesitating like that, there must be something wrong.

"What are you hiding?"

Just as he was about to step forward to check, he stepped on something. Looking down, he saw it was a book. He quickly lifted his foot, but after lifting it, he found that it was written...

Spring night picture!

…

"Uh..." Xinyi came back from the shower, only to see the two still staring at each other, "You..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard Long Qi shout, "This matter has nothing to do with you!"

Xinyi was puzzled, and at this moment, Rendong actually spoke up: "We've been guarding all night, you should just sleep peacefully and don't bother with us!"

It's so weird, how could these two people have such a coincidence?

Only then did he notice that there were several books in front of the two people on the table, but they were placed upside down on the table.

He was about to reach out to pick up a book and flip through it, but Long Qi and Ren Dong simultaneously grabbed hold of it and said in unison, "Don't move!"

…

Three days passed, and Lingxiang never left the room. Even when Maidong came, he never opened the door. The door was covered with talismans by Lingxiang, and could not be opened no matter what.

The old man with the bamboo cane was incredibly thoughtful. He crafted all twenty-two bamboo fan blades and gave them to Lingxiang. This way, Lingxiang only needed to figure out how to attach the talismans to each leaf. She had originally considered using ink mixed with purple-leafed golden agate to paint directly on the bamboo slips. The ink was excellent lacquer smoke ink, and with the added spiritual power of the purple-leafed golden agate, it would surely resist fading. However, since it was painted on bamboo slips, there was no guarantee of success.

Lingxiang was puzzled for a moment, and then she looked at the twenty-two bamboo slips. Two of them were thicker than the others, and were made from the bamboo skin. She thought they were the bamboo slips used to make the outer side of the fan ribs, while the remaining twenty were thin and tough.

"Ha! This old man said he was unhappy, but he was actually quite thoughtful and even applied glaze." Lingxiang laughed.

On a sudden inspiration, Lingxiang pulled a small carving knife from her Qiankun bag. Since she was worried about the ink fading, and the bamboo slips were so thin and tough, she might as well carve the talisman into a hollow shape, then paint the edges with ink and gold, which would give it a more elegant look.

Thinking this way, she began to carve. However, this hundred-year-old black bamboo was carefully cared for by the old man with the bamboo stick. If she didn't use the method of drawing the spirit into the instrument, she really couldn't hurt it at all. Even using this method, it really consumed a lot of Lingxiang's spiritual power.

However, it only took Lingxiang two days to make the fan. She was quite tired on the remaining day. After arranging the bamboo fan, she hung it in the shade of the house to dry. Then she climbed onto the bed and fell asleep. She slept so soundly that she was unconscious.

but……

After a whole day's sleep, she finally woke up at noon. After a good sleep, Lingxiang felt relaxed all over. She opened the door and was about to stretch when she saw two people standing at the door, like door gods. However, these door gods were not facing outside, but Lingxiang, with solemn expressions on their faces.

Long Qi and Ren Dong waited in silence for a long time. When they saw Lingxiang's door open, they took one of her sides and immediately carried her into the house.

I was still confused when I just woke up. Could it be that these two people had gone crazy to treat me like this?

Lingxiang's face was filled with surprise. She was stunned for a long while. When she came to her senses, she was already sitting on the bed, and Long Qi and Ren Dong were sitting on either side of her. This...

It was like a three-court trial in the mortal world...

Long Qi and Ren Dong remained silent, staring at Ling Xiang. Ling Xiang felt uncomfortable being stared at, and twisted her body to get up, but the two people opposite her told her to sit still in unison...

"Uh... this..." Lingxiang was puzzled. Why were these two people so strange? "I just stayed closed for a few days. Why are you guys so..."

Before she could finish her words, Long Qi and Ren Dong reached into their arms and pulled out several books, dropping them on the table. Ling Xiang looked over and saw: "The Fragrance of Remaining," "Enchanting Spring Night," "The Spring Night Picture," "The Secret Play of He Huan"...

this……

Isn’t this the only copy she treasures?

How could they...

"Uh..." Lingxiang didn't know how to start for a moment, but then she thought, she is their master, and the book should be in the next room, and the next room was not allowed to be entered before, so how did they get it?

Since he had obtained these rare copies, he must have broken into that house, which was a violation of the master's orders.

Since we've been discovered anyway, we might as well take the initiative...

"Ahem..." Lingxiang cleared her throat. "Didn't your master warn you not to step into that room? How dare you two disobey your master's order? This is really... outrageous... outrageous..."

She had originally intended to show off her momentum, but the two people in front of her had solemn expressions, preventing her from showing any sign of majesty. Before she could finish a sentence, she felt a little defeated.

"You...you...what are you doing?" Lingxiang still stiffened her neck and shouted confidently, "I...I just collected it. It's just a book, what's the big deal?"

Honeysuckle seemed a little bit overwhelmed and said thoughtfully, "Although as a disciple, I shouldn't interfere too much in my master's affairs, but as a woman, how can I read such vulgar books in private? If others knew, wouldn't it damage my reputation?"

Hearing this, Lingxiang huddled in bed and muffled her voice, "Even if you say it was done in private, I clearly hid it well. How could anyone know about it... Besides, a cultivator transcends the mundane world, so how could they care about such mundane matters..."

"Mundane matters?" Long Qi's voice sank. "You really don't consider yourself a woman anymore. You disregard the strict rules between men and women, and now you're reading these books. Could it be that they were taught in some mental sutra?"

"That...that's not the case..." Lingxiang hesitated, glanced at the two people opposite her, and then a plan came to her mind.

She looked at Honeysuckle and said, "Look, haven't I been busy with your matter these days? A few days ago, they all chose their own magical instruments, but you didn't. However, your spiritual roots are special, and you can't be like them. I worried about it for a long time, and finally came up with a good idea."

Lingxiang said this, stood up, walked past the two of them, and took the fan hanging in the room.

"Look, this master personally made a magical instrument for you. I think it should be very suitable for your spiritual roots."

Upon hearing this, Honeysuckle's expression relaxed a little. She looked at Lingxiang's hand and saw a black fan with gold painting, which looked very exquisite.

The fan was about ten inches long, with strange patterns painted on the handle. As the incense slowly opened, it was discovered that the fan was engraved with talismans, each blade was different, and there were some carved dark patterns downwards, outlined with gold edges, which was quite grand.

"This... is this made specially for me?" Honeysuckle was a little surprised. Lingxiang, who usually looks careless, actually has such skillful hands?

"Of course I did it for you, otherwise why would I stay in the room these days?" Lingxiang said as she handed over the fan.

Honeysuckle took it with both hands, still with an expression of disbelief on her face. But after stroking the fan for a while, her expression relaxed a lot.

He glanced at Long Qi, then slowly opened the black fan in his hand. He felt that the fan was incredibly light and even if it wasn't used as a magic tool, it would still be a wonderful ornament.

This was made by Lingxiang herself. Rendong couldn't help but look at Long Qi again, with a proud look on his face.

"It's just that this fan was made not long ago. Firstly, it hasn't been named yet, and secondly, it hasn't gathered any spirits," Lingxiang said at this time, "but don't underestimate these two things. If you can get a good name, it will be easier to gather spirits. Once you gather spirits, it will be of great benefit to your cultivation!"

"This... do you want me to name it?" asked Honeysuckle.

"If you have a name you like, that would be great. It would save me a lot of trouble. After all, it will always be with you in the future." Lingxiang said, taking out the carving knife, "If you have chosen one, I will carve it for you."

"Always be with me..."

As Honeysuckle spoke, he glanced at Long Qi, but the latter's face was pale and he couldn't utter a word.

"Then let's call him Suidong."

"Suidong fan..." Lingxiang pondered, "Not bad." Then she took the Suidong from Rendong's hand and carved it. A carved inscription appeared on the handle of the fan. The beautiful font added a touch of softness to the fan.

"Then you can try it out. If you find it easy to use, I will choose some suitable exercises for you to practice in the future." Lingxiang advised.

Upon hearing this, Rendong looked at Long Qi again, then took the fan and went into the yard, feeling inexplicably happy.

Seeing that Honeysuckle had left the room, Lingxiang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and walked to the bed and sat down.

It really took a lot of thought, but it's better to defeat them one by one. The rest...

Lingxiang looked up at Long Qi, only to see him frowning, his face livid...