"Elder Geng, I was wrong. If you repeat this a hundred times, you won't be able to sleep tonight. Don't do this."
She tried to play the emotional card, and Geng Jihuan looked at her with a sympathetic look, then started to walk onto the stage and patted her on the shoulder.
"I know, I did it on purpose. Don't be silly and think about how to hand it over to me in its entirety tomorrow. If you can't, you can go to my peak to test the medicine."
She smiled brightly, but the words she spoke were like icy spikes in the coldest days of winter piercing into people's bodies, making them feel cold and chilled.
She refused to try the drug!
She propped up her eyelids with a stick every night. She wanted to finish writing!
Yan Weiwan felt like crying but had no tears, so she looked to the side.
Yin Huan gave her a look that said you deserved it.
Sure enough, nothing can escape the teacher's encouragement. After so many years, even though my cultivation has improved, I am still afraid of my teachers deep down.
Yan Weiwan sighed, and all he could see was you! We are brothers in distress! No one is nobler than the other!
After the afternoon class, Yan Weiwan and Yin Huan began their writing journey.
The two of them taught the class from noon to evening, and the rest of the students had already returned to their dormitories.
She felt the pain, but copying distracted her and she was still, so it didn't have much of an effect.
When the last rays of the setting sun faded in the evening, there was a sudden and persistent dull pain in the chest, as if someone was clutching your organs, and it was difficult to breathe.
She covered her chest, and Yan Weiwan, who was writing furiously beside her, noticed something was wrong and stopped copying.
"Yin Huan, what's wrong with you?"
Why did you suddenly stop what you were doing? Looking at your expression... is he feeling uncomfortable again?
"I... I'm fine, but I've never copied before, so I'm not used to it, and I'm a little tired."
Yin Huan only felt a sweet and fishy taste in her throat, her hands tightly grasped the collar of her clothes in front of her chest, and she was looking for an excuse to let Yan Weiwan let her go.
She suppressed the pain, and Yan Weiwan tilted his head and looked at her.
"Is that so? In fact, Elder Ying Su said that you were physically weak. I asked you to come to Elder Geng and ask her to prescribe two medicines for you, but you didn't come."
There was a hint of reproach in her tone, but she forced a smile.
She didn't want to take the medicine. Geng Jihuan's medicine could kill a person. It was simply torture.
Seeing Yin Huan frowning, she said that since her friend was in trouble, she would naturally help him out despite the difficulty.
"How about this, you put the part you want to copy there, take a rest, and I'll help you write after I finish copying mine!"
She took Yin Huan's pen from her hand and wanted to help her sit aside.
Yin Huan listened and felt a little guilty.
"I'll just take a moment."
She refused her help and avoided Yan Weiwan's touch.
The main reason is that I feel hot all over, and if Yan Weiwan touches it, he will definitely find something wrong.
With her noisy personality, she would run to inform the elders out of concern.
Yan Weiwan's hand froze in mid-air.
This person... we've known each other for such a long time, why is he still so resistant to physical contact?
I saw him pick up the pen again and wave it around.
"That's really not necessary. I'll take care of what I should do. I'll copy a little more. I don't have as much as you do. It will be done soon. It's already very late. You don't have to worry about me."
Yan Weiwan leaned on her desk, looking puzzled.
"Oh, Elder Geng Jihuan wouldn't check it specially. Didn't you write it for me before? Isn't it my duty to care about my friends?"
She wanted to help Yin Huan, but Yin Huan shook his head stubbornly.
"Nothing should happen. If I can't hold on any longer, I'll tell you later. You still have a lot of time left. I don't need to go and rest. I'm much better now."
She tried hard to suppress the discomfort in her body and kept a calm face, but beads of sweat still fell from her forehead.
In order to prevent Yan Weiwan from coming forward again, she gritted her teeth, stood up, and jumped around twice.
Yan Weiwan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she was really fine.
However, she felt that Yin Huan was as stubborn as a donkey.
Yan Weiwan sat back in his original seat and copied the transcripts much faster than before.
She wanted to help Yin Huan, so she simply turned her homework into a ghost painting.
Yin Huan kept enduring it, but the pain became more and more intense and more and more painful.
But when she tried to gather her spiritual power, she found that she could actually master it and release it with ease.
That bubble did not deceive me, it was not even the second day yet, but I had already seen an effect.
She comforted herself in her heart, as long as it is useful, it is good.
It was late at night, and even the slightest sound would be amplified countless times.
At some point, Yin Huanton felt something was wrong and dropped the pen in his hand, which hit the table with a loud bang.
She was completely stiff and unable to move, enduring the pain of repairing her soul.
Yan Weiwan fell asleep on the desk while copying. In order to divert his attention, Yin Huan took the unfinished work of Yan Weiwan.
Otherwise, Yan Weiwan would not dare to show up and would just lie on the table and sleep.
Although she felt sorry for Yin Huan, she was really too sleepy. Yin Huan said she couldn't sleep and gave the seat to her.
Yan Weiwan was still half asleep when he was awakened by Yin Huan's voice.
She rubbed her eyes, looked up and asked Yin Huan who was sitting upright next to her.
"Yin Huan, what are you doing? What was that sound just now?"
Half of Yin Huan's face was hidden in the dark shadows. She bit her lip, trying her best to control her body's reactions.
"It's nothing. I was just too sleepy and accidentally dropped my pen. Go to sleep. I'll finish copying for you soon."
Her words were calm, without any hint of emotion.
After hearing that she was fine, Yan Weiwan lay down on the table again and slowly fell asleep.
Hearing the sound of even breathing coming from the side, Yin Huan slowly crawled on the table.
Earlier, she gritted her teeth while copying, even though her hands were shaking so much that she could hardly hold the pen, but now, she really couldn't hold on any longer.
In a direction that she could not see, numerous red soul auras came from all directions, converging towards her, from her feet upwards, and converging into her body.
In the back mountain, Geng Jihuan and Bai Yunshu always felt that the back mountain was shaking.
They both sensed something was wrong that night and came here at the same time.
Geng Jihuan ran to the grave of his master and asked in fear.
"Master, if you have a spirit in heaven, you must be angry because you found out that the Floating Jade Book was stolen!"
She swallowed and bowed to the side.
"Our ancestors, can we please be quiet? It's so late at night, it's easy to scare people!"
She suddenly stood up, put her hands on her hips and looked at the graves that filled the back mountain. The sound echoed throughout the back mountain.
Bai Yunshu held his forehead and warned her not to make a loud noise so late at night.
After being hit so hard by Geng Jihuan, the vibrations on his face became even more intense, and he could even hear a roar coming from the bottom.
The spirit flute in Bai Yunshu's hand appeared inch by inch, and then he put it to his lips and opened his mouth.
"It's obviously a resentful soul. It's so strange. I'll calm it down first."
The sound of melodious music overflowed from her lips, her shaking body gradually calmed down, and the roaring sound gradually subsided.
Geng Jihuan leaned against his master's tombstone and sighed.
"It's all thanks to you, Junior Sister. Nanle knows that the sect is not good. If it weren't for you, I don't know how to deal with these things."
Before Bai Yunshu could respond to Geng Jihuan's flattery, he suddenly discovered that in the distance, several red ๊ปก spirits had transformed into aura forms and were heading in the same direction.
She frowned, put away her flute immediately, and chased in that direction.
"Hey? Where are you going, Junior Sister?"
When Geng Jihuan turned around, Bai Yunshu had disappeared into the night.