Chapter 43 Senior Brother is the Best in the World
Jun Lin got up early, and her maid hurried to comb her long hair. She was in a low mood as usual this morning, frowning as she recalled last night, wondering whether to go boxing with Ye Du or kicking with Jin Ge first.
The maidservant caught sight of her sinister face and was so frightened that her hands began to tremble. She had to serve even more cautiously, fearing that she would accidentally lose her life.
After dressing, washing and eating, Manhuang arrived on time and the maids around him had already left.
Man Huang looked serious. He took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Jun Lin, saying in a low voice, "It's from Shen Sinian."
The doors and windows of the palace were tightly closed. Jun Lin quickly opened them and found only a clean white paper inside.
She said, "It's wild, light the candle."
Manhuang walked quickly to the side, lit the candle, and brought it over along with the candlestick.
Jun Lin took it and placed it on the table. He lifted up the sleeve of his right hand with his left hand, and used a red candle to carefully burn the paper. Soon, a line of words appeared on the blank paper.
Manhuang looked surprised because he had never seen anything like this before.
In this era, each faction has a different encryption method for transmitting confidential documents.
The Mohists use a machine-generated box, and if the wrong password is entered, the files inside will be forcibly destroyed.
The Yin-Yang family uses Yin-Yang techniques. If you want to view the confidential documents, you must first break the above formation.
Confucianism requires the letter paper to be folded into corresponding shapes, so that the graffiti-like scribbles on the paper can be pieced together into complete words.
She didn't understand the boss's advanced techniques, so she used a more scientific method.
Instruct Shen Sinian to write with white vinegar, so that the writing will disappear after the vinegar dries, and the blank white paper can only be revealed by roasting it with fire.
The acetic acid in white vinegar will slightly corrode the fibers of paper. Under the baking heat, the white vinegar and paper will undergo a chemical reaction, and the areas of the paper corroded by the white vinegar will be more easily scorched than the areas that are not corroded. As a result, the scorched areas will turn brown, and the words will appear on the paper.
She carefully heated the paper with a candle until all the words appeared.
[King, I followed Bingwen all the way to the dark passage into the sun, but it was filled with formations, so I didn't dare to approach without permission. The next day I went to see it, and the formations were ancient and complicated, and I didn't know how to solve them.]
[Bingwen has already noticed my tracking. Fortunately, I escaped in time. The other party is very alert. I can only stay in Southern Xinjiang to collect intelligence in the next few days. In addition, I heard that the leader of the Yinyang family has arrived at the Southern Xinjiang Imperial City. ]
[Don't worry about me, King. Please take a good rest and take good care of yourself. I will contact you as soon as I have any new information.]
She handed the letter to Manhuang, who glanced at it and burned it.
The smoke was lingering, and she frowned with a gloomy look in her eyes: "It's worrying, the leader of the Yinyang family finally took action."
Manhuang massaged her shoulders, silently relieving her stress.
She closed her eyes and cultivated herself, and thought of the information Jin Ge had given her. She just wanted to be a salted fish without dreams.
"And my senior brother, why didn't he stay in Guigu honestly and went to Yue country for no reason?"
She rubbed her brows with a headache, wondering: "Is it him?"
Jun Lin sighed and lay on the table in despair. "Yes, my father sent me to Guigu to study when I was young. I became a disciple of Zongheng. My senior brother was Zong and I was Heng. Although life in the valley was quite pleasant, we were still old enemies after all."
"Zongheng only recruits two disciples, and the winner will be the next master of Guigu. To be honest, there are many outstanding and amazing talents in this world, but the only one who stands at the top is my senior brother."
The envy was beyond words. It was the first time that he heard Jun Lin speak so highly of someone. Man Huang pursed his lips and thought of the mysterious Yin Yang Sect Master. He asked like he was seeking knowledge: "How does he compare to the one from the Yin Yang Family?"
Jun Lin smiled, his brows showing confidence and wildness.
"The land is full of people, the world is in chaos, among the hundreds of schools of thought, only I can lead the way."
"There will never be anyone stronger than you in this world."
After saying this, she was so distressed that she looked like a wilted flower.
Now that he has fled to Yue State, Yue State will become the toughest nut to crack.
Manhuang was puzzled: "Is he really so powerful alone?"
Jun Lin laughed out loud, and the man's stunning figure appeared in his mind again.
He always looked like he was planning something, and the smile on his lips probably dimmed even the turbulent spring water.
The clothes are gorgeous and dazzling.
"The eight trigrams of strange images are divided, and the nine books are published. Containing the subtle divinations of the distant, embracing the numbers of yin and yang. In the middle, you can get the heart of heaven and earth, and explore the good fortune of ghosts and gods."
"There is probably nothing in this world that he can't do except giving birth to a child."
It's rare, she joked.
"Everyone who has seen him in action knows that he was born to crush other geniuses. Don't you think he is amazing?"
Manhuang was in a daze for a while, and seeing that his master was willing to share his past with him, he was very happy. He smiled for a while and asked, "Is the master of Guigu not as good as my brother?"
Jun Lin suddenly remembered the person's silver hair that was slightly curled like the moonlight, and the clear blue eyes that were like gems soaked in the seabed.
If the expression on her face when she mentioned her senior brother was one of envy, pride and a desire to compete, then when she mentioned her master it was one of indulgence and doting, with her eyes and brows extremely gentle.
"Master is from the Snow Region, and he is not much older than us. When I first met him when I was five, he was only a twelve-year-old boy, but he was already strong enough to sit on the position of Ghost Valley Master."
"My master always loved to hold me in his arms and look at the stars. He treated me very well, but he was very confused and needed to be looked after everywhere. Whenever he got into trouble, he would always smile and try to get away with it, which gave me and my senior brother a headache and made me feel helpless."
For example, he would wear his shoes upside down, forget to hold up his umbrella when it rains, and look for chopsticks everywhere when he is eating even though the chopsticks are already in his hands. Rather than being confused, it's more like being cute.
But this person happened to teach two amazing talents.
"But to be honest, if we talk about overall strength, my senior brother is still slightly better."
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"I think I have a slight advantage."
The man had slender white fingers and he picked up the glass cup and sipped the dark tea.
He sat upright in the main seat, his moonlit clothes spread out, with ink-wash bamboo leaves printed on the corners. As he held the water cup, his sleeves slipped down, revealing his delicate white arms, and the Buddhist beads carved from red-gradient warm jade on his wrists were also revealed.
The Buddhist beads were long and were wrapped around his wrist in three strands, which, against his moonlit skin, gave him a sense of abstinence.
Her eyes were smiling, her lips were stained with rouge, her skin was white as jade, her eyebrows were black, her hair was as black as ink, and her appearance was extremely beautiful.
The book boy stood obediently by the side, looking at his teacher's handsome face that looked like a banished immortal. He was dazed for a moment, then shuddered and scratched the back of his head uncomfortably.
Humph, you cunning man, what's the point of being so good-looking?
The book boy was curious and asked, "Aren't you two enemies? Does that fellow apprentice really think so highly of you?"
Hearing this, the man's smile deepened. He stared at the translucent orange-red tea in the cup. He lowered his long eyelashes and seemed to see the appearance of his junior fellow apprentice in the reflection.
Zhang Yang was unrestrained, bright and lively, like a raging flame that burned away the haze, allowing the lifeless Guigu Valley to bloom with gorgeous spring flowers for ten whole years.
“She understands me.”
Understand his scheming and strategies, understand his strength, and understand what he wants in life.
Therefore, I also know that Junior Brother Xiao’s evaluation of him is from the bottom of his heart.