Chapter 117 This Ink Lake Flows Thousands of Miles (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The moment Bai Ruxue saw Xiao Mo, her eyes lit up instantly.

"Xiao Mo, you're back!"

Bai Ruxue ran into the yard happily.

"Well, I'm back." Xiao Mo nodded, "But Ruxue, what's going on with you?"

Ruxue's silver hair and white dress were covered with dust, and she looked dusty and dirty, as if she had dug a tunnel.

"Oh, it's okay." Bai Ruxue cast a spell, and all the dirt on her body disappeared. "Xiao Mo, you're back just in time. I prepared a gift for you. Come and take a look."

Before Xiao Mo could say anything, Bai Ruxue pulled Xiao Mo out of the courtyard.

Looking at her expectant and somewhat excited profile, Xiao Mo just smiled in his heart, wondering what new ideas she might have.

Soon, Bai Ruxue brought Xiao Mo to the foot of a mountain.

Xiao Mo looked at the mountain in front of him.

If I remember correctly, this mountain is just a barren mountain in the academy. Although it is full of spiritual power, Bailu Academy does not have the extra energy to develop it.

"I'll blindfold you, Xiao Mo. You are not allowed to peek." Bai Ruxue took out a piece of black cloth.

"Okay." Xiao Mo cooperated very well and closed his eyes.

Bai Ruxue stood on tiptoe, her soft body pressed against his back.

Xiao Mo was stunned for a moment.

He found that he seemed to have underestimated Ruxue.

After Bai Ruxue carefully put the black cloth on him, she jumped in front of Xiao Mo and raised a finger: "What's this?"

Xiao Mo shook his head: "I can't see it."

"It's good that you can't see it. Let's go." Bai Ruxue took Xiao Mo's hand and walked up the mountain.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled shadows. The moss on the dark bark is slippery, and flickers a faint green light in the dim light, like forgotten stars, faintly visible in the depths of the tree shadows.

The bushes were crowded together, and the dewdrops hanging from the tips of the leaves looked like the tears of someone who had not slept all night, crystal clear and shaky.

Halfway through the walk, Bai Ruxue realized that she was holding Xiao Mo's large hand.

The woman's cheeks flushed quietly, and her white and tender fingers exerted a little force, secretly holding Xiao Mo's hand tighter, but she seemed afraid that Xiao Mo would find out.

Feeling the warmth of the woman's palm, Xiao Mo did not react.

Seeing that Xiao Mo didn't notice, Bai Ruxue seemed to be bolder. She remembered a book she had read before.

Finally, Xiao Mo felt the girl's slender jade fingers inserted between his fingers, palms facing each other, and gently holding them.

After doing these bold actions "quietly", the blush on Bai Rushue's cheeks had spread to her ears.

Even Bai Ruxue didn't dare to look up at him.

But the next moment, Bai Rushue felt her palm being held slightly tightly, and the joy spread quietly like a stream.

Bai Ruxue didn't say anything, but just held his fingers together, hoping that the road up the mountain could be longer and longer, and that she could walk with him for the rest of her life.

But the road eventually ends.

Half an hour later, Bai Ruxue brought Xiao Mo to the lake halfway up the mountain.

"We're here. I'll take the cloth off for you."

The woman reluctantly let go of Xiao Mo's large palm, stood on tiptoe in front of Xiao Mo, and took off the black cloth.

Xiao Mo opened his eyes and saw a lake.

The lake is surrounded by magical flowers and herbs. A small bridge extends from the shore to the center of the lake, and at the end of the bridge is a water pavilion.

The lake reflects the shadow of the water pavilion.

Looking up, Xiao Mo could still see the luck of literature and Taoism constantly condensing into this lake.

Because of the aura of literature and Taoism, the lake water has a light black color, just like an ink washing pool.

"What is this?" Xiao Mo asked.

"This is the lake I built for you."

Bai Ruxue said proudly.

"I used some stones at the bottom of the lake that can condense spiritual energy and literary luck, and I also set up a few magic arrays.

Xiao Mo, as long as you drop a drop of blood into this lake, you will be able to create a certain connection with this lake, and the accumulated luck of literature and Taoism can only be used by you. Unless you are a Confucian monk in the Ascension Realm, no one can take it away.

But then again, even cultivators in the Ascension Realm wouldn't look down on the lake's spiritual fortune, nor would they have the nerve to do so."

"." Looking at the lake, Xiao Mo fell into silence.

"What's wrong, Xiao Mo, don't you like it?" Bai Ruxue nervously pulled the corner of Xiao Mo's clothes.

Xiao Mo shook his head: "No, I like it very much, but Ruxue, there is no need to do this kind of thing in the future. I don't want you to be so tired."

"It's okay, Xiao Mo. As long as I do something for you, I don't feel tired at all. I'll even be very happy." Bai Ruxue's eyes curved when she heard Xiao Mo say he liked it. "Xiao Mo, hurry up and name it. Then I'll help you connect with this lake."

"Alright." The lake was already built, and Xiao Mo couldn't let Ruxue's kindness go to waste. "But Ruxue, I have something to give you, and you can't refuse."

Xiao Mo took out the Wen Yunzhu and handed it to Ruxue.

"What is this? Such a strong literary and Taoist aura." Bai Ruxue said in surprise.

"This is the reward I got for passing the assessment this time. It's called the Wenyun Pearl. After taking it, you can be blessed by the luck of literature and will have a better chance of overcoming tribulations in the future." Xiao Mo said.

"No, no, I can't accept it!" Bai Ruxue quickly shook her head, "This thing is too valuable."

"It's not that valuable. Compared to you building a lake for me, it's nothing. If you don't accept it, I'll just turn around and leave."

Bai Ruxue lowered her head and hesitated for a long time before reluctantly accepting the Wenyunzhu. "I'll take it, but I'll eat it later."

"Eat it now." Xiao Mo said with a smile. How could he not understand her thoughts?

"Hmph! Damn Xiao Mo!" Bai Ruxue muttered softly, and could only swallow the Wen Yunzhu in front of Xiao Mo.

"Ruxue, please give this lake a name." Xiao Mo said with a smile, "I can accept this lake, but you built it, so you can name it. It can also be regarded as a shared memory between the two of us."

"Do I pick a name?"

"certainly."

"Then let me think about it."

Bai Ruxue thought about it carefully, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

"Xiao Mo, I've got an idea. Why not call it Mo Lake?"

Night, Bailu Academy.

On a mountain peak to the north of the academy.

A woman stands in front of a lake.

Under the bright moonlight, the inky lake ripples with a faint glow.

"Teacher, why do you often come to this lake?" A young girl walked up to the master and asked curiously.

The girl's name is Hu Die, and she is the closed disciple of the dean of Bailu Academy.

Shang Jiuli, the dean of Bailu Academy, looked at the lake calmly and said, "Every time I see this lake, I think of an old friend."

"Old friend?" Hu Die asked curiously.

"That's the teacher's junior fellow student, also a little-known great scholar."

Shang Jiuli stood with his hands behind his back, the moonlight slowly outlining the girl's figure. Her deep eyes seemed to have traveled through four thousand years of time and returned to the day she would never forget.

"Four thousand years ago, when the war between humans and demons was at its most intense, he died for the thing that was most important to him. It was on this day that something happened in this lake."

"What's going on?"

"That day, Bailu Academy was hit by a torrential downpour that rarely occurs in a thousand years. The ink in the lake flowed for thousands of miles."

(End of this chapter)