Chapter 25 Chapter 25 Bai Lu is quiet, just before she starts to make trouble...
After being hugged, Bai Lu was stunned.
Before I knew it, I had been studying abroad in the world of immortal cultivation for quite some time.
Bai Lu found a lot of fun here, improved her abilities, made some good friends, was happy every day, studied a new knowledge system, and sometimes even felt that she was a lucky overseas student.
But Huo Xuexiang's concern made Bai Lu realize that he didn't even realize it himself. In fact, he missed home very much, especially in this world where he couldn't tell anyone about his origins. No matter how lucky he was, he was still a person from another world.
Until Huo Xuexiang pointed this out...
Bai Lu silently deepened the hug, lowered her head quietly for a while, and then said "hmm".
The sound was muffled and light.
Huo Xuexiang didn't know that this homesickness had a different meaning for Bai Lu, because unlike other classmates, his hometown was not even thousands of miles away, but in another world.
People in the world seek immortality, but for him, becoming an immortal and severing worldly ties is not the ultimate goal.
Huo Xuexiang noticed that Bai Lu's mood suddenly changed, as if he had sunk in an instant, making him almost feel that he had done something wrong... He couldn't help but raise his hand and touch Bai Lu's furry head that was buried in his chest.
After a while, Bai Lu pulled her head out. Her thick eyelashes were slightly damp, and her green eyes were staring at the shimmering cold pond that seemed to be able to drown people. She had been thinking a lot, but she did not cry. She even smiled at Huo Xuexiang again, with a relaxed and bright tone, "Thank you, Master."
Huo Xuexiang's hand slid down to his cheek. Bai Lu unconsciously tilted her face to rub it, her eyes still looking at him. Maybe it was because of the different scenery of her hometown, but any intimate or even extraordinary actions made Bai Lu look extremely natural.
"...I'm glad you're alright." Huo Xuexiang said.
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"Soapwood... Soapwood..." Bai Lu was looking for information in the library. She had received a piece of wood from Pei Zhaoting before, who said it was called Soapwood. Bai Lu could feel that the energy was very strong, so she wanted to find out if there was any detailed information.
"The wood of the angelica is feared by ghosts, so it is called the wood of the angelica." Meng Caiqing was also studying magic, and when he heard this, he turned around and said, "Brother, are you interested in the wood of the angelica? It is very rare and there is no market for it."
"Oh, I saw it in a book. I'm a little curious." Bai Lu asked carefully, "Where did you see it?"
"I'll help you look for it..." Meng Caiqing helped him look up some information, "Legend has it that in the past, the great witch of the witch tribe used a stick made of the wood of the same tree, which could kill ghosts."
A stick? I want to make a staff... not like you gym students, the wizard thought.
Bai Lu collected the information and wanted to write a spell based on it.
Meng Caiqing was also testing her own magic nearby. She combined the earth-moving magic with other magic. The earth mounds were arched up like bunkers, and could also form ground spikes or quicksand.
It’s just that Meng Caiqing’s recovery skills aren’t very good…
The senior brother who stepped into the quicksand burst out, "Meng Caiqing! Can you restore your quicksand? You shouldn't mess up the study room like this. If you do this again, I'll go to Cangyuntai to seek justice!!!"
After saying that, he remembered that this person was from Cang Yuntai, and couldn't help but ask: "Tell me, did you do the right thing?"
Meng Caiqing: “…”
Meng Caiqing said aggrievedly: "Brother, this is my first time practicing here, why are you so fierce?"
Bai Lu covered her ears and said, "That's right, Senior Brother, you don't have to be so hysterical."
The steward was stunned for a moment, "Hysterical? What does that mean?"
Bai Lu was also stunned, staring at each other, "It doesn't mean anything."
Damn, he couldn’t remember how to say it. He studied Chinese mainly in the familiar academic scope... Oh, Chinese really has too much content. It feels like I have learned a lot, and when I look back at the things I haven’t learned, there are still so many things in the galaxy!
The manager insisted: "Wait a minute, explain it clearly. Why don't you sound nice to me?"
The more anxious she was, the more she couldn't think of it. Bai Lu waved her hand, even a little annoyed and angry: "Hey, it's Hysteria, Senior Brother, you don't even know this!"
After saying that, he ran away.
Senior brother in charge: “…”
What the hell, is it an explanation if I just say it again with my tongue rolled?
In fact, it is not the elder brother's fault that he is hysterical. It is mainly because he has been tortured too much. Meng Caiqing is here for the first time, but the others are not.
Bai Lu escaped to another study room and saw Liang Mangu also experimenting with his new magical weapon.
Liang Mangu refined Shen Yuntian a little more, and now its floating range is even larger. Liang Mangu also equipped it with an external magical device similar to a projector. This magical device can not only emit sound, but also simulate phantoms. It is named the Phantom Device.
It was seen floating with Shen Yuntian, emitting thunder and purple clouds.
Liang Mangu's ninety-eighth senior brother suddenly saw this and thought that he had suddenly caused a calamity cloud. He jumped up and screamed: "Protect me! Someone, protect me!!"
"Wow, this is very realistic." Bai Lu stared at it for a while, "What's the use of it?"
Liang Mangu: "I haven't thought about it yet, but it's scary anyway, it's very powerful at the moment."
Bai Lu's eyes widened: "Oh, it's really amazing——"
The two of them laughed together, which was more immoral than impressive.
"But I've also added the automatic sensing you mentioned before. It can automatically attack when someone gets close, just like the Gatling effect you mentioned... it's just that it's a bit too sensitive." Liang Mangu pulled open his clothes and showed him the dense marks on his shoulders from being nailed.
Fortunately, we don’t usually use pills or ammunition to avoid waste. We use cactus thorns during the experiment.
This is really exaggerated. Bai Lu exclaimed, "Wow!" and asked with concern, "How come you can't even recognize yourself? Is the puncture too deep?"
Everyone else was concerned about whether it hurt me or not, but only Brother Bai was concerned about whether the force of the prick was enough.
"It's deep. Fortunately, weapon cultivators have thick muscles." Liang Mangu still had the strength to laugh. He gained a lot of muscle from carrying the furnace while refining weapons. "But you should have seen how my one hundred and seventy-sixth senior brother got stabbed when he was practicing with me."
Although she couldn't tell Liang Mangu's senior brothers and sisters apart, it didn't stop Bai Lu from laughing out loud.
The voice of the manager came from outside again: "Ding Jiayi you——"
After just a few words, the voice suddenly disappeared again.
Bai Lu suddenly stuck her head out of the door, but only saw Ding Douhua outside, and no sign of her senior brother. The two looked at each other in bewilderment.
Ding Douhua said embarrassedly: "The array plate is a little too sensitive. Senior brother touched me and teleported him away."
Oh, it’s similar to Liang Mangu’s, it’s a problem of accuracy.
But Bai Lu curiously poked his head out to ask something else. He blinked and looked at his junior sister: "Ding Jiayi, it's you?"
Ding Douhua: “…………”
Ding Douhua took a step back in disbelief, as if struck by lightning: "Senior Brother Bai?!"
Bai Lu slowly retracted her head, and a weak voice came out from inside: "I really forgot. A few days ago, someone kept calling Ding Jiayi. I thought it was some senior brother or sister."
I have been calling her Junior Sister since I first joined the sect. I have long forgotten her real name...
But Bai Lu didn't believe that he was the only one who forgot.
It's so sad. Ding Douhua, who lost her real name, walked into the room and wanted to seek justice. She saw Bai Lu holding a plate of crispy caramel pudding and suddenly forgot what she was going to say. Senior Brother Bai, you brought afternoon tea to study by yourself, "Ah, this..."
The amber caramel shell was crystal clear and cracked when Bai Lu tapped it with a spoon.
Bai Lu waved gently to Ding Douhua, just like the legendary wizard who was good at bewitching people.
Ding Douhua walked forward dazedly like a sleepwalker, took the spoon and took a bite. The aroma of egg and milk intertwined in her mouth along with the crispy caramel skin and the delicate and smooth pudding underneath. The sweet taste had a rich texture, and if you tasted it carefully, there was a hint of lemon aroma, which added to the flavor.
Almost swallowing her tongue, Ding Douhua wiped her eyes with emotion. How could it be possible for a person to fast like this... She wanted to fast for the rest of her life!
Several other fellow students smelled the fragrance, and walked over like zombies, letting their instincts control their bodies, and gathered together.
"Junior Sister Ding, is your Nine Revolutions Extradition Formation almost complete?" Bai Lu asked. Even the senior brother in charge was tricked, so at least it was very concealed.
The mysterious name of the Nine-Turn Extradition Array was given to Ding Douhua by everyone.
"It's almost done. Last time, my master taught me that I wasn't thoughtful enough. As a formation cultivator, I need to think long-term. I sent him into Senior Brother Pei's formation."
Everyone: “?”
Everyone: "And then?"
Ding Douhua: "He was caught off guard and got hit. After he came out, he was angry and relieved. He said I was worthy of being a newbie and was really cunning."
...It seems that their reputation in Xuanshan will never improve.
But Xuanshan has indeed had some new strange stories recently:
The high-level disciples all avoided the foundation-building disciples, for fear of having to practice with them.
Bai Lu held up her chin and said, "So, your Senior Brother Pei is quite powerful. Even your Master got hit by him."
"After all, he is the peak master's true disciple. He is the best of our generation. Senior Brother Pei has a powerful cultivation base. He entered the Thunder Listening Realm not long ago, and he is only over 300 years old. And it is said that in this Red Dust Trial, Senior Brother Pei is one of the favorites to win." Ding Douhua gossiped.
"My master said that the peak master preached to Senior Brother Pei every day, but Senior Brother Pei still felt that it was not enough. In order to test his edge in the mortal world, he has been studying many powerful new formations day and night in the past few years. But he seems to be less busy recently, maybe he has already studied it."
...It could also be because he almost went insane. Bai Lu then realized that Pei Zhaoting had been studying such a dangerous formation in the mountains late at night in order to participate in an event.
But Bai Lu didn't know what kind of activity it was. "What exactly is the Red Dust Trial? Is it our sect's academic competition?"
"Brother Bai, don't you know about the Red Dust Test?" Liang Mangu asked back.
"I've already told you that I'm from a small place, so don't ask me so casually." Bai Lu was more confident than him. He was really long-winded. Now that his master was too lazy to answer his questions directly, Liang Mangu, who had known him for such a long time, still asked him questions.
Liang Mangu shook his head and said, "No, because you have clearly heard about the Red Dust Trial. It was in the Treasure Pavilion when you accompanied me to receive the reward and met the weapon spirit. When you mentioned your master's sword spirit, the senior brother in the Treasure Pavilion said: From the Red Dust Trial in the Immortal Realm back then, the Sword Master was able to defeat all the young heroes, and later he achieved the name of Juntian Sword Master with one sword. Uncle Master always said that he didn't know how to use a sword. If you don't know how to use a sword, then of course you can't produce a sword spirit."
Bai Lu was stunned: "...Who can remember so much!"
Damn it, these people were always talking nonsense, so of course he missed a lot of details. He always wondered if these people were cursing him in classical Chinese...
Liang Mangu spread his hands: "Brother Bai is making excuses in public."
Bai Lu: “…”
"... Humph, now I understand. It is indeed a competition, right? And it is not just for our sect, but for everyone." Bai Lu felt that this should be equivalent to the Olympic Games in the world of immortal cultivation, and those who can win awards are the best of the best.
"Of course. The Red Dust Trial is held once every hundred years. All the jades compete for glory, and only fighting is involved, so it is called the Trial. No matter what path you practice, you will fight together. It is also aimed at young talents. Anyone under five hundred years old can participate.
"This competition is jointly organized by several major sects including our Xuanshan, and they take turns hosting it. The winner will not only receive precious rewards, but will also become famous in the Twelve Continents. The grand scene of the Sword Master winning the championship a hundred years ago is still talked about today. The Sword Master did not cooperate with anyone, and he won three levels with one sword."
There are many kinds of activities in the world of immortal cultivation, and this is a relatively authoritative one. Although anyone from any sect can participate, because the theme is more about fighting, sword cultivators and magic cultivators often participate more. It can also be imagined that Pei Zhaoting, a formation cultivator who can become a hot topic of discussion, is still very powerful.
Liang Mangu's wish has always been to be a big one, and the more he talked about it, the more excited he became: "We can't catch up this time. If I can reach the Xuanguan realm and practice a powerful magic weapon in the next session, I also want to give it a try."
Although there is no age limit, people in the Foundation Establishment Stage often don't even have the courage to sign up. It has rarely been seen that people in the Foundation Establishment Stage dare to go, even if it is to gain experience. Because their mentality is not firm enough, it is very likely that their mentality will be affected in the battle, which is not worth the loss.
Bai Lu felt that this was also a kind of recruitment advertisement, and it was jointly organized by several famous schools. However, it should still have some value, which is normal.
"I've also heard my senior sister mention it. She's participated in it twice. During the Red Dust Trial, many cultivators gather there. It's fun to meet fellow cultivators from outside and buy all kinds of gadgets." Meng Caiqing had a new perspective, which made everyone excited.
If this were put in modern times, it would also be called a grand event that boosted the economy of the immortal cultivation world, but it shouldn't be described that way now...
Bai Lu thought for a long time, "I know! Is this called going to the market?"
Everyone: “…”
How should I put it? Suddenly there is no fairy spirit...
Liang Mangu said depressedly: "I want to refute you, but I feel like it's like this."
"Alas, I don't know when we will be qualified to go to the market..." Meng Caiqing held his chin and had already accepted the idea of going to the market.
Liang Mangu immediately said, "Don't worry, the senior sister will definitely go, and she might even take you to work like a slave."
Meng Caiqing: “…”
Liang Mangu said slowly, "Anyway, I plan to ask my 98th Senior Brother for help. What if he wants to participate in the competition and needs someone to light the fire?"
After he said this, everyone else also seemed to be thinking about it.
…
Bai Lu sharpened the cooked goose feathers with a knife and carved them carefully to form a path for the ink to flow through. She then dipped the feathers in ink and wrote on paper.
Because it was my first time using it, I didn't control the amount well and a drop of ink fell off, but I can indeed write smoothly now.
In fact, Bai Lu could also ask Liang Mangu to try to make a fountain pen for him, but the feather pen seemed to be more in line with the temperament of a wizard, and it also represented the element of wind. Bai Lu happily used it to take notes, and the materials in front of him were all about astrology.
Well, next time I'll try using the feathers of the Lolo bird to make a quill pen and see if it will work better.
Huo Xuexiang was sitting on the side. He originally thought Bai Lu was playing. Holding a feather like this, he even thought Bai Lu was going to make some kind of ornament.
But Bai Lu quickly made it into a pen, which could actually write.
Although he didn't know what was wrong with using a brush, Huo Xuexiang had already gotten used to Bai Lu's increasing number of stationery. At least it was related to studying.
The next moment, Bai Lu sniffed the feather pen, as if to confirm whether it had any smell, but she was tickled by the fur, her nose wrinkled, she sneezed, and was stunned.
Then, she used nine new feathers of various colors and red, white and black wool ropes to weave a long knot very flexibly, and strung some crystals in the middle. It looked fancy and very much in Bai Lu's style.
Huo Xuexiang understood, and realized that he was still making jewelry.
In fact, what Bai Lu weaves is called a witch's ladder. These knots woven with feathers and other materials can release curses, but more of them are blessings. This one function is to increase luck and wisdom.
From a certain angle, it also looks like a dream catcher, or a special wind chime.
Bai Lu hung the knot, fiddled with it a few times, and touched it here and there. When she felt that everything was ready, she officially began to learn.
The reason why he started to read the information about astrology in this world was because of the silk book related to his arrival. Bai Lu never gave up studying the silk book. Huo Xuexiang had translated a lot of the text on it. After reading it, Bai Lu thought that it was the observation of the ancient monks on the celestial phenomena, the stars, the changes of the four seasons, or the entire nature. It can be said to be the ancient astrology.
Apart from this, there seem to be no other clues.
Bai Lu was a little frustrated for a moment, but then he thought about it and realized that the star signs at that time were also recorded on it. This was also the custom of the Chinese. Major events in ancient history books would inevitably be accompanied by astronomical phenomena, and later generations could use this to accurately infer the time when historical events occurred.
So, in fact, it is also possible to infer when and where the monk is based on the star signs recorded in the silk book. If he studies the star signs of this world, maybe there will be new clues?
Bai Lu studied until he was exhausted, then he closed the book and stretched. It was really hard. This was different from the Western astrology he had been exposed to before, because in this alien world, the stars were even more different.
"Have you finished reading?" Huo Xuexiang asked. Although he said that one should look at the world first and then the sky, and that there was no need to comprehend the stars too early, he would not stop Bai Lu from studying on his own. It seemed that Bai Lu was interested in this.
It is actually very rare to be able to calmly study the boring ancient texts and astrology.
But usually, if it's quiet for such a long time, it's the prelude for Bai Lu to make trouble...
Huo Xuexiang swept his spiritual sense around, slowly turned around, leaned his elbows on the table with his back, and stared at his Bai Lu.
Bai Lu: "...Master!"
What? You dare to turn your back on him!
Bai Lu tickled Huo Xuexiang with a feather pen, and shouted unyieldingly: “Master, Master, Master?”
Huo Xuexiang tapped the table and said, "If you get tired of reading, practice swordplay."
Bai Lu pretended not to hear the words "practice swordplay" and begged, "Master, I just heard that there is a Red Dust Sword Trial Competition this year, and I also want to go with my brothers and sisters to visit it."
He is not very interested in competitions, but he is more interested in going to the market.
It makes sense.
It is normal for Bai Lu, who is young at heart, to want to go to such an event.
Huo Xuexiang said: "I have no plans to go there."
Bai Lu heard that this market only happens once every hundred years, and if she missed it, she would have to wait another hundred years, and she wouldn't know where he was by then, so she hummed softly, "Master, please promise me, you are so compassionate."
Huo Xuexiang felt an itch on the back of his neck.
Bai Lu was tickling him with a feather.
Also, the voice is dragging, and a sentence can take several detours.
Huo Xuexiang sighed softly.
Bai Lu immediately realized something, recalled what she had said, and changed her words: "Compassion? Being kind to others?"
Huo Xuexiang: “…”
"Then you should write a policy paper explaining why you must go to the mortal world to test your skills. If your words are meaningful and the grammar is correct, I will take you to watch it." Huo Xuexiang stood up and said. Although he did not need to participate in the competition, he could follow the team as a teacher.
Is it necessary to take such a big step and start writing a paper right away?
"That's too difficult. Does watching the fun require such high standards?" Bai Lu couldn't help but pull the knot. Why didn't the wizard's lucky buff work?
Huo Xuexiang said calmly: "But it's a matter of policy. If you go out and say a few words, my reputation outside Xuanshan may be ruined."
Bai Lu: “…Write it if you want.”
…
Very good, in the world of cultivating immortals, you have to be a sports student in the morning, study theory during the day, and write papers at night.
Fortunately, although Bai Lu had never written a policy paper, he had written a thesis. He brainstormed for a day and wrote an outline first. The next step was to write a draft in vernacular Chinese, and then convert it into written language. He revised it repeatedly. Good articles are made through revisions. He also left some room for the tutor to let him go, and did not use too much classical Chinese. I believe the tutor would not let him down...
Of course, this is Bai Lu’s beautiful idea.
Just the first step is difficult.
When he wrote about the new moon over the treetops, Bai Lu lay face down on the desk covered with a star-shaped table mat. After a while of being dead, he suddenly sat up and said with all his strength: "I can do it!!"
Three seconds later, he lay back down again, spread out like a puddle of water, and said with tears in his eyes, "I can't..."
No, no, doing sit-ups again will become a physical education class... He has to go out and find some help!
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