20 Original Master
Hua Lang was worried and felt the spiritual energy gradually weakening. He finally arrived at the disciple's dormitory.
Unlike the quarrel and noise she had imagined, the disciple dormitory was quiet, with only the sound of her footsteps echoing.
“Boom.”
A subtle, dull sound was heard, like a scroll rolling to the ground.
Hua Lang immediately followed the sound and walked towards the house.
The wooden door was half open, and she knocked tentatively.
There was no movement.
Hua Lang narrowed his eyes, turned his head, and looked into the house through the gap.
Ink-stained books were scattered on the floor in a mess in the room, large pieces of broken porcelain and torn paper were mixed together, and the floor was in a mess as if it had been swept by a strong wind.
Behind the crooked desk, there was a person lying vaguely...
Hua Lang quickly opened the door, walked around the desk quickly, and looked at the man's face.
It turned out to be the missing Yan Rong!
Yan Rong's body curled up slightly, her eyes were closed, and her hands fell limply onto the porcelain pieces.
And the broken spirit storage stone was rolling down not far from his fingertips.
"Yan Rong? Yan Rong!" Hua Lang leaned over and shouted.
But Yanrong seemed to be in a deep coma and did not respond at all.
Hua Lang helped him up and let him lean on him. He grabbed his wrist and saw only a few very thin scratches. Fortunately, no blood vessels were cut.
Hua Lang breathed a sigh of relief, put Yan Rong's arm across his shoulders, half dragged and half pulled, and finally helped Yan Rong stumble onto the bed.
Just letting go, wanting to check on him—
Yan Rong, who had been in a coma, felt the warmth leaving and reflexively reached forward.
Hua Lang was caught off guard and his coat was pulled by him. He couldn't straighten his back and could only sit on the edge of the bed and lean over slightly.
"Yanrong, are you awake?"
Yan Rong still didn't answer, but his hand was still tightly holding Hua Lang. His body was trembling slightly in the cold, and his whole face was terribly pale, with an extremely cold blue color, like a flower broken by wind and frost.
Judging from the situation, the cold poison must have struck again.
Hua Lang couldn't pry open his hand that was clutching her clothes, so she could only hold his other hand and pass on her spiritual energy to help him relieve the pain.
As Hua Lang's abundant spiritual energy suppressed his pain, Yan Rong seemed to regain some consciousness, and his first action was to subconsciously squeeze into Hua Lang's arms.
It was not until his head rested on Hua Lang's lower abdomen and his back arched that he calmed down and fell into a deep sleep.
Her messy long hair covered Hua Lang's thighs and hung down the edge of the bed.
Hua Lang was startled and quickly pulled out one hand, placing it behind Yan Rong's head, trying to move him back to the bed.
As soon as he placed it on Yan Rong's head, he felt an extremely soft touch under his palm, but it didn't feel like hair.
Hua Lang moved his hand away suspiciously and looked down—
Two slightly drooping fox ears suddenly appeared on Yan Rong's head!
The back of the fox ear is dark brown, with reddish brown hair visible in the lower half of the hair, and the inside is a soft beige color, and you can tell at a glance that it feels great.
Hua Lang: ...
Hua Lang:!!
She was so shocked that she forgot to continue transmitting spiritual energy with her other hand.
It was not until Yan Rong lay on her legs and trembled in pain that Hua Lang came to her senses and hurriedly transferred spiritual energy to him.
What do fox ears feel like?
She had never touched it before.
Hua Lang couldn't help but poke Yan Rong's fox ears. He felt the fine soft fur tickling his palms, and his fingertips could even feel the slightly cool skin underneath the fur.
Hua Lang touched it enough, and when he withdrew his hand with a feeling of not being satisfied, there were a few soft and long hairs on his hand.
In late spring, it is time to shed hair.
Hua Lang thought of something and took out the white hair he picked up from Wu Tingque this morning, placed it in his palm and compared it.
This solitary white hair is far more lustrous and soft than Yan Rong's hair.
Hua Lang had an idea in mind and collected both types of fur.
Soon, Hua Lang's attention was attracted by the bulge in Yan Rong's outer shirt behind him.
Could it be the tail...
She stared at the piece of clothing closely and stretched out her hand curiously -
!
Hua Lang’s eyes went dark!
The coal ball hidden in her body jumped out and tried to stick to Hua Lang's face. Hua Lang was frightened by it, and quickly withdrew her hand and hugged it in her arms.
Oh no, I forgot this guy was still on me!
With Meiqiu beside him, Hua Lang instantly lost the courage to do bad things.
She moved Yan Rong's head back to the bed guiltily and pried open his hands which had loosened slightly at some point.
Seeing that his breathing was gradually becoming regular and his condition was much better, he sneaked out of the house and returned to the medicine field with the coal briquettes.
The medicine field was empty. Hua Lang didn't know where Xie Hanjing had moved to. After hesitating for a while, she could only take the coal balls and return to Qijing Peak.
As soon as the gate was opened, Hua Lang quickly hid the coal briquettes in his sleeves and shouted, "Master, Master."
Mo Jinghong was standing under the tree with his hands behind his back, as if he had been waiting for a long time.
"Xiao Qi is back. Come here quickly. I have something good to give you." Mo Jinghong turned around and waved to Hua Lang.
Hua Lang walked over and saw Mo Jinghong flipping out a scroll and handing it to her. She blinked and asked, "Master, what is this?"
Mo Jinghong said solemnly, "This scroll records the art of sound control, which coexists with the Tianshu flute. Decades ago, your master accidentally obtained these two items in a secret realm. Unfortunately, she was never able to play the Tianshu flute. Before her death, she gave them to me to find the flute's master. Since Xiaoqi has been recognized by the Tianshu flute, I, your master, should also pass this manual on to you."
Hua Lang was stunned when he heard this and took the letter respectfully.
The scroll was slightly yellowed and the edges were worn. Hua Lang felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds.
She said solemnly, "Thank you, Master. I will definitely work hard and live up to Master's wishes."
Mo Jinghong's expression relaxed, and he smiled. "Why be so serious? There's no need to feel burdened. Even if the sky falls, Master will hold it up."
Hua Lang felt warm in his heart and nodded heavily.
In the next few days, Hua Lang concentrated on studying the skills in the scroll.
She discovered that when she used Tianshu while practicing the Sound Control Technique, her moves became much more sophisticated, and the spiritual energy contained in the music also broke through a lot. If the spiritual energy in the past was compared to a river, it would now be an endless sea of ice. If she continued to practice, the power of the music would be immeasurable.
Until the Dao Discussion Meeting started, Hua Lang had not been able to find time to look for Xie Hanjing, so the coal block was hung on Hua Lang every day to accompany her in practicing the flute.
Discussion meeting.
Hua Lang sat on the stage bored, staring blankly at the sea of black hair below.
She is so boring!
I originally thought that I could learn something from the discussion meeting, but it turned out that this thing is simply a direct recruitment of the boss in the world of cultivation!
The opening began with compliments to each other, followed by representatives of the aristocratic families introducing their families and making big promises.
Although Zhongzhou is the most prosperous, no sect can establish its reputation here for a long time. Over the years, there have been several prestigious sects, but within a few decades, they all declined for various reasons.
On the contrary, the clan leaders have been in power for hundreds of years, and every year they recruit monks from major sects in the southeast, northwest, northeast and southwest. If this continues for a long time, the power of some clans will even exceed that of the sects.
Just like the Wu family, there are already thousands of monks under their tutelage, and each of them is a pride of the sect.
The representative sent by the Wu family was a thin woman dressed in a black robe. She read out with a blank expression, "...In addition, there are several caves filled with spiritual energy, an inexhaustible supply of spiritual stones, and other items for the Wu family's staff to enjoy..."
Her dry tone obviously did not affect the taste of the pancake. The disciples listening below the stage had always longed for the great families in Zhongzhou. After hearing her words, they were all as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood. Their faces flushed and they cheered.
When the woman finished her words and turned around and walked off the stage neatly, the disciples below were still shouting excitedly.
After the Wu family, it was the turn of other small families to go on stage. When the crowd heard the introductions, the cheers became noticeably quieter.
One person after another came on and off the stage, and when the sun set, the discussion ended.
Mo Jinghong first raised his hand to signal silence, then he announced, "Today, during this discussion, I have something to inform all disciples. Demonic activity has been frequent in various locations recently. After discussing with the other academies, I have decided to open the inner sect selection process three months early. Those who pass the selection and become inner sect disciples will be able to enter the Luoyin Secret Realm and gain opportunities."
When these words were spoken, some people in the audience were happy while others were sad.
"Hahahaha, that's great! I finally don't have to do hard labor outside the sect anymore!"
"I had calculated the time and planned to start practicing hard from tomorrow, but now it's all over, wuwuwu!"
"Hey, I don't think it's a big deal. I'll just do it early. Anyway, I'm still far from passing the exam."
Hua Lang didn't pay attention to the noise in the audience. She kept secretly glancing at the young man sitting next to her who was wearing a white and gold embroidered peach blossom robe.
If I'm not mistaken, this is Li Yuanxiu, Xie Hanjing's master in the original novel.
The book says that this person usually meditates in seclusion to practice, and appears less often than Mo Jinghong. Hua Lang originally thought that Li Yuanxiu would wait until the selection competition to appear, but unexpectedly, he actually showed up at the discussion meeting in advance.
Just as she was thinking about it, she heard Mo Jinghong say towards her, "Yuan Xiu, come here."
Li Yuanxiu hid in the cave all day long. He felt a little uncomfortable when Mo Jinghong called his name, but he still stood up and moved to Mo Jinghong's side.
Next to Mo Jinghong sat Wu Tingque, and behind him stood the thin woman. Hua Lang found the scene a bit strange, and couldn't help but walk a few steps closer to listen to what they had to say.
"...Don't forget your master after you go to Zhongzhou. If you have anything delicious or fun, remember to think of your brothers and sisters."
Li Yuanxiu blushed and mumbled, "Master, I know. Don't worry anymore."
Hua Lang was completely confused. She stopped Ming Jinshu and asked, "Senior Sister, what is Sixth Senior Brother doing in Zhongzhou?"
Ming Jinshu said casually, "Xiao Liu is going to see the world. The Wu family is in need of a talisman cultivator, so he plans to go there and serve as their aide for five years. Of course, we in Qinglai won't do a losing deal. The little sister next to Wu Tingque will stay with us and teach the children music theory."
Hua Lang was so shocked that he was almost speechless: "What?!"
This is... an exchange student?
Hua Lang was about to kneel down to them. Why choose Li Yuanxiu when there were so many other people to choose from!
Now that he's gone, what will happen to the main storyline?
Hua Lang definitely cannot take over this matter.
Because, in the original book,
Xie Hanjing’s master was the first person to be killed by the plot!
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