It was already the end of July when Loran Hill returned to the Xiangyu Sect.
The weather was hot at this time, and cicadas were chirping outside the window. However, there was a clear spring flowing through the hall on the top of the mountain, flowing along the ditches inside the hall, merging into the pool in the middle, and then flowing from underground to the stream in the forest halfway up the mountain.
The cool water vapor dispelled the heat in the air, and even the summer breeze blowing in from outside became much more comfortable. At this moment, Loran Hill was taking a nap on the large wooden chair in the middle.
It was called a wooden chair, but in fact, the material used was extremely rare: yellow toon wood, grown in the secret realm of the Xiangyu Sect. The wood was thick and dense, heavier than gold or iron. The edges and corners of the chair were finely polished, and the back was even carved with floral decorations. However, the most eye-catching thing about the young woman wasn't the wooden chair she sat on, but the pale yellow wooden wall behind her.
The entire wall seems to have been cut from a huge tree, it is extremely complete, and the color is like snow, with a faint soft yellow. Painted on this wooden wall is a phoenix that is always flying with its wings spread. Its feathers are like bright yellow young leaves, delicate and with clear texture. Its color flows and changes, becoming darker towards the tail, like a faint red glow. The whole painting is about ten meters high, and it complements the girl sitting under the painting, which is particularly harmonious and beautiful.
Her head, with eyes closed, was leaning against the back of the chair. As the girl breathed, her chest rose and fell slowly, and her eyelashes changed slightly. Her long black hair was combed straight, falling in front of her chest and behind her. A few strands of hair were bent up by the folds of her clothes, separated from the crowd and playfully scattered to one side.
In the morning, Loran Hill discussed a lot of things with the members of the Xiangyu Sect in this hall. After the discussion, she felt a little sleepy and thought about sitting for a while and waiting for everyone to leave before going back to rest. However, she fell asleep in the hall while sitting.
Looking at the girl's cute sleeping posture, the people who stayed behind were unwilling to wake her up. They just stood by the door of the hall to prevent others from suddenly coming in and waking her up. In this way, Loran Hill slept past noon until now.
The sun was shining brightly outside the hall, and cicadas were chirping happily in the shade of the leaves. Occasionally, a few ripe yellow fruits appeared from the green leaves, hanging on the treetops and swaying in the wind.
Perhaps because she slept for too long, Loran Hill's head slowly slid down from the back of the chair, then paused, and she suddenly woke up from her dream.
"This is..." The memory in my mind has not yet fully recovered, and I only vaguely remember the scene in my dream just now.
In her dream, she seemed to be living in a technologically advanced world where society was very peaceful. She was still in high school and had several familiar classmates and friends in her class, including her deskmate Katie, Sifnerian who sat in the front row and could play the piano and sing, Brainard, a literary girl with a cold personality who sat in the corner of the back row, her homeroom teacher, Ms. Trinasha, and some familiar and vague names, but unfortunately she forgot them all at once.
"It feels like a good dream, but why am I in high school?" Luo Lanxier recalled that his high school in his previous life was full of homework and tests, and it was not happy at all.
Sitting in the chair, Loran Hill stretched himself, then shook his head to clear himself up, and then looked around again.
Fortunately, there was no one in the hall just now. If someone saw him stretching like that, it would really ruin his image. Loran Hill felt a little relieved.
After standing up and walking a few steps, he didn't seem so sleepy anymore. Loran Hill thought about whether to go to Senior Sister Jinhua, but he felt that Senior Sister Jinhua might be taking a nap or practicing.
I'd better not disturb you anymore and go down the mountain to see how the dragon boat is being built.
After sorting out the backlog of affairs within the Xiangyu Sect in the morning, the most critical point was that the disciples in charge of building the dragon boat reported that the progress was almost completed.
After tidying up her hair and dress, Loran Hill walked out of the hall. Only then did the two people standing by the door notice her and greet her.
"Hello, Senior Sister Luo Lan~" Looking at the smiles on the two people's lips, Luo Lan Hill knew that the fact that he took a nap in the hall had been exposed.
Forget it, anyway, I don’t want to maintain such a dignified image all the time.
"Have you been staying here all the time?"
"Yes." The two nodded again.
"Thank you, but you don't have to stand here all the time. Go and do your own thing."
The two of them responded to each other for a few more words before leaving the hall.
Now that there were no disciples following her, Loran Hill's steps became much lighter. She jumped directly from the cliff, gliding down as lightly as a bird, passing through a long col, avoiding the canyons and cliffs along the way, and then gradually descended into a valley with dense houses.
This place is very close to the main gate of the Xiangyu Sect, with wide wooden tracks leading to the outside. Trains carrying materials and goods come in and out from time to time, loading and unloading various things. In a tall house at the foot of the cliff nearby, the keel of a giant ship has been completed, and various structures and facilities are beginning to be filled inside. Every time a layer is laid out, a true disciple of the sect will go to inspect it and imprint a reinforcing magic array on it.
Loran Hill's gaze moved from the window, then his figure gently landed in front of the open door and walked in.
The crisp sounds of chiseling and knocking echoed in the empty house. About five hundred craftsmen gathered in this valley dock. Some were responsible for building the main structure, some were responsible for fitting and connecting, some were responsible for painting, and some were carving magic circles under the command of members of the faction and pouring liquid metal to condense. The scene was hot and orderly.
"Lord Loran." A true disciple in this huge workshop saw the girl walking in and walked over quickly.
"Shh, don't make a sound." Loran Hill raised her finger in front of her, asking the person in front of her to speak more quietly. Now that she has a special identity, if she is recognized, she will probably be welcomed with great fanfare, so she will have to stop working for a while.
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