"The soul palace is where the life and soul of a cultivator are tied. If you want to see into the soul palace, only the closest and most beloved ones can enter."
In the library, Shen Qingmang was holding the "Spiritual Palace Nourishing Sutra" with his eyebrows twisted into knots.
What the hell? Could she be Gu Sui Han's closest relative? Could the bond between master and disciple over the past month have truly been this deep?
While connecting consciousnesses requires mutual trust between both parties, connecting spirits requires only one party to have extreme trust in the other. In other words, because she didn't trust Gu Suihan enough, she couldn't connect consciousnesses. But because he trusted her enough, she was able to directly enter his spirit?
Shen Qingmang bit his lip. If he hadn't cared about his image, he would have wanted to scratch his head. His mind was full of questions like "Is this reasonable?"
Some of the book's descriptions also confirmed her other speculations. After discovering her own spiritual abode's desolate state, Shen Qingmang had speculated that the abode's scenery was related to one's mental state, and the book's records confirmed this. The more peaceful one's state of mind, the more harmonious the scenery within the abode, and vice versa.
There was almost an avalanche in Gu Suihan's soul, and it was obvious that he was in a very unstable state of mind, but this child always appeared calm and nonchalant on the surface, so she didn't know where to start even if she wanted to care about him.
Si Rong and Hao Xin were both much more understanding than him. Hao Xin, having suffered so much ill will since childhood, was wary of the outside world, had a strong sense of self-esteem and low self-esteem, and needed encouragement and education. Si Rong, on the other hand, had been raised in a honeypot, had no defenses against the outside world, and was accustomed to being pampered, so he needed to be taught to deal with setbacks.
What did Gu Suihan need? He seemed impeccable, well-behaved and sensible in front of him, steady and reliable in front of his classmates. Lin Wei initially tried to show off, hoping to compete with Gu Suihan for power, but soon he accepted reality and assisted Gu Suihan, the class monitor, without making any mistakes.
In the modern world, while eighteen-year-olds are legally considered adults, they are often immature psychologically and make mistakes from time to time. So why is Gu Suihan, also eighteen, so mature? Did people in ancient times generally mature early?
Shen Qingmang was puzzled and found that every time he wanted to have an in-depth communication with Gu Suihan, he would be distracted by him. He decided that next time he tied him up, he would keep him there and have a good chat before leaving.
However, this matter had to be approached slowly, otherwise it would easily alert the enemy. For the next few days, she taught her students as normal, teaching them to guide a certain attribute of spiritual energy into their bodies each day. After five days, no matter which attribute they had a higher affinity for, they all learned how to guide the energy into their bodies, taking the first step towards cultivating immortality.
Shen Qingmang was very pleased. This week's teaching tasks were successfully completed. She already had a plan for next week's lessons. But when she announced the holiday and was about to embrace the wonderful weekend, she was stopped by Lin Wei and Qian Meng.
"Teacher, there is something I don't know whether I should tell you or not." Lin Wei said.
Shen Qingmang said without hesitation: "Speak."
Qian Meng said, "Senior Brother Hao Xin seems to be acting strangely these past few days."
Shen Qingmang quickly reviewed the original plot in his mind, ruling out the possibility of something major happening recently. He breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What do you mean?"
The two children were talking to each other.
"He used to leave as soon as get out of class was over and wouldn't talk to anyone except Senior Sister Si Rong."
"But in recent days he has stayed in the classroom after class and listened to our conversations."
"Not only did he listen to our conversation, but sometimes he would interrupt and ask for the names of his classmates."
"He looked really fierce, and even asked when the outer dormitories would be closed. We were worried he'd cause trouble on his day off..."
"We know that Senior Brother Hao Xin has issues with the outer sect, but we have never offended him. Master, please help mediate. If we have truly offended him in any way, we will definitely apologize sincerely!"
"Pfft..." After listening to this, Shen Qingmang held the desk with one hand and his waist with the other, and laughed out loud.
"Don't worry...hahaha...he means no harm. Even if he comes to your dormitory, he won't be looking for trouble. There's no need to worry."
"That's good. Thank you for your help, Master." The two left doubtfully.
Shen Qingmang laughed to herself for a moment longer before returning to Qiongzhi Hall. She planned to visit both Silent Peak and Invisible Peak over the weekend to pick out gifts for her eldest disciple. She'd promised him a gift for his foundation-building achievement; she couldn't just give him a white fox fur coat and leave him be.
The Wuyin Sect of Wuyin Peak is a music-cultivating sect. The monks are all proficient in music theory and comprehend the world through music. Magical instruments are also musical instruments. The Lülü Hall of Wuyin Peak stores various musical instruments. Shen Qingmang plans to pick one for Gu Suihan, and then go to Wuxing Peak to pick a sword.
The Wuya Sect doesn't have a fixed type of natal instrument; all instruments are acceptable. Those that perfectly match their master ultimately become the natal instrument. Qiongju's instrument, the Jade Pen, was a gift from her master. She'd been using it to record her cultivation experiences, and over time, it had become a perfect match. However, Shen Qingmang felt that she and the Jade Pen were like a couple who had gotten along, reluctantly getting by. Perhaps one day, she would change her natal instrument.
In the original novel, Hao Xin's natal magic weapon is a bronze knife called "Fatan", Si Rong's natal magic weapon is the phoenix jade pendant she has worn since childhood, but Gu Sui Han's natal magic weapon is not mentioned in the original novel. Shen Qingmang can only prepare all the types he can think of to be prepared for any eventuality.
When she arrived at Wuyin Peak, Peak Master Zhong Yingshao personally greeted her and shook her hand warmly. "Junior Sister Qiongju, you've finally grasped the subtleties of musical instruments. You can choose any instrument from Lülü Hall. Just mention it's from the Wuyin Sect when someone asks."
Shen Qingmang gave an awkward but polite smile. "Senior Sister, I'm not choosing a magic weapon for myself, but for my disciple."
Zhong Yingshao showed a look of regret, as if he had lost a celebrity spokesperson. "Ah... that's fine. My beloved disciple will surely become a leader in the Taichu School in the future. But since a child is just starting out, he doesn't necessarily need such an expensive instrument, right? Haha."
She was wearing a goose yellow Taoist robe, with pretty eyes and eyebrows, looking like a naive girl. However, she cried poor in the last meeting and went back on her word this time. Shen Qingmang found it very interesting.
People who are smooth and tactful are difficult to approach, but people who are emotional are easy to get along with.
"Senior Sister." Shen Qingmang took her hand in his. "Qiong Ju has been in seclusion for two hundred years. He has spent countless sleepless nights relying on the sound of the zither emanating from Wuyin Peak to find peaceful dreams. Qiong Ju is forever grateful for this kindness. Some people say that the Heshi Sect is even better than its predecessor, but Qiong Ju believes that the Wuyin Sect has always been the world's foremost musical sect and wishes to restore its reputation. However, Qiong Ju's musical attainments are limited. He can only appreciate, not perform. Fortunately, my beloved disciple has some knowledge of music theory. Qiong Ju will be attending the next Immortal Sect Exchange Conference with her beloved disciple. She might use musical instruments as weapons. I wanted to make them myself, but I'm afraid that ordinary instruments would tarnish the reputation of the Taichu Sect. That's why I'm asking for help, Senior Sister..."
Zhong Yingshao's face flushed, his eyes sparkling. "Of course the Wuyin Sect is number one in the world. Don't worry, Junior Sister. I'll take care of the musical instruments!"
An hour later, Shen Qingmang returned home with a satisfied look on his face, carrying his zither, flute and flute. Zhong Yingshao realized belatedly that he seemed to have been fooled.
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