The scenery behind Hanlin Academy is beautiful, with multiple layers of array formations and spiritual veins intertwined and surrounding it. It is the result of the wisdom of many great scholars of the academy that has created this view today.
No matter when or where, spring, summer, autumn or winter.
Regardless of the season, the back mountain is always shrouded in mist, like a maze. The fog is perpetual, only slightly less dense than that of the Misty Mountains. Without a guide, even a lifetime spent wandering through this labyrinth would likely not lead to the actual inhabited area of the back mountain.
Ye Tian was a distinguished guest of the academy, a fact known even to the academy's simpleton, Chao Shuang'er. If he weren't a distinguished guest, Chao Shuang'er and his disciple wouldn't have been imprisoned in the academy's water dungeon. Zhuge Yanyu wouldn't have been completely subdued by Ye Tian. Kong Chan wouldn't have mobilized all of the academy's resources to help Ye Tian find medicinal herbs, much less give him 2,990 taels of silver.
To use a more down-to-earth phrase from Ye Tian's hometown in his previous life, this should be called an investment. The academy has already placed a heavy bet on Ye Tian, and if anything goes wrong, Kong Chan will lose everything.
The Ruthless Sect thus enjoyed the treatment of honored guests at the bookstore.
Stepping onto the pebbly, blue path, shrouded in mist, they were led by Zhuge Yanyu. The Hanlin Academy valued its reputation; it wouldn't be appropriate for renowned scholars like Kong Chan and Chen Zhang to guide them. That would be beneath the dignity of a scholar.
Even if Ye Tian is a distinguished guest of the academy, Kong Chan and Chen Zhang will at most visit him in the future. Leading the way is something that juniors should do.
Zhuge Yanyu's status made her perfectly suited for this task. The most outstanding disciple among the younger generation was tasked with receiving the entire Wuqing Sect. Leading the way for them would both give face to Ye Tian and preserve the academy's reputation.
If Ye Tian knew this, he would definitely sigh and say, "Scholars really do understand these etiquettes best."
Amidst the mist.
Li Xiaoyao's expression was solemn, his eyes focused inward, his gaze unwavering and unwavering.
Daoist Wuchen chatted with Zhuge Yanyu in a friendly manner, like an elder, without the slightest sense of awkwardness. Although Zhuge Yanyu was not good at socializing, how could he disobey the mission of his sect? Zhuge Yanyu chatted with her as if she were accompanying a female member of the academy to meet an elder in her family, her expression extremely formal and serious.
Junior Brother Su Muchen, on the other hand, had a normal expression and looked rather dazed, but he was just staring straight ahead.
Chu Feng's sword was sheathed and rested across his shoulder, his hands dangling at either side of the longsword. His pale face was held high, revealing no emotion; he simply walked forward numbly, completely indifferent to everything before him.
Liu Luolan smiled, seemingly quite satisfied with the new environment filled with rising mist. Her gaze swept across the back mountain of the academy; she felt this was a perfect place where even if bandits robbed someone, they could still escape and survive.
Gu Nishang, on the other hand, gripped a large sword, creating a stark contrast with her fair, delicate arm. This sword was as large as Li Xiaoyao's. She dragged it with one hand, sparks flying as it scraped against the ground. She had carried this sword ever since the last incident.
Washing light gauze was like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, looking around in amazement at the surroundings.
This group of strangely dressed people were heading towards the back mountain of Hanlin Academy. Zhuge Yanyu led them through this narrow, misty path adorned with celadon porcelain. Passing through it, they came face to face with a towering mountain.
The mountain surrounding the academy is naturally a mountain of books.
For Hanlin Academy, this name, which the world may find strange, is the most fitting symbol of its name.
Below the mountain of books is a couplet: "There is a path to the mountain of books, diligence is the way; the sea of learning is boundless, hard work is the boat."
This fitting couplet drew nods of approval from Daoist Wuchen. Zhuge Yanyu secretly praised him, thinking, "He truly is worthy of being Ye Tian's master. He is indeed a person of great wisdom, neither arrogant nor impatient, unlike Ye Tian who is so frivolous and reckless."
If Ye Tian were here, he would definitely scoff.
The master doesn't know anything about calligraphy or poetry. He probably just thinks the stone with the couplet carved on it is nice and can definitely sell for a good price.
Daoist Wuchen truly thought so; others didn't understand him. Ye Tian knew him inside and out. Besides him, there was another person who also knew him inside and out.
Hua Yun Daoist chuckled gracefully, and said slowly and deliberately, "Wu Chen, stop looking and hurry up the mountain."
Clearly, when there were many people around, Abbess Huayun still gave Daoist Wuchen face. However, after hearing these words, Daoist Wuchen couldn't help but shudder and almost fell to the ground in fright.
Wuchen Daoist forced himself to stand firm, coughed, swallowed, and endured the immense mental pressure. He chuckled dryly and said, "Alright. Yan Yu, let's keep going. We need to get up the mountain as soon as possible."
Zhuge Yanyu nodded slightly and agreed, saying, "It should have been done long ago."
After speaking.
Zhuge Yanyu then fell silent and calmly led the way up the mountain. After several turns and a while of wandering through the forest, they finally arrived at the thatched cottage in the old bamboo grove behind the academy where Ye Tian was temporarily staying.
Outside the lush bamboo grove, there is a small building.
It is entirely woven from bamboo, its branches straight and crisp. It possesses a dignified and elegant air, and is covered with thatch on top. Therefore, it can be called a thatched hut, but to be precise, it would be more accurate to call it a bamboo house.
There stood a handsome man with a refined appearance, holding a scholar's sword. He sat on a bamboo stool, using the sword like an axe to chop bamboo. He wore a crane-feathered Taoist robe, exuding an astonishing aura of otherworldly grace. The robe bore the inscription "Hanlin Academy," though tiny. Yet, for a cultivator with keen senses, it was easily discernible.
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