Then, like a petal dancing in the wind, she turned gracefully, her figure as light as a butterfly in flight.
With light, delicate steps, I slowly walked away along the elegant corridors of the academy.
The bookshelves on both sides of the corridor are filled with a dazzling array of books, from ancient classics to contemporary poetry and prose.
Bathed in soft light, the yellowed pages and pristine covers exuded a faint scent of ink, as if telling a story of bygone years.
The shopkeeper's figure moved among the bookshelves like a flowing classical painting, complementing the surrounding environment perfectly.
Before long, the shopkeeper arrived at the private room where Qin Qianluo was. She stood quietly and subconsciously straightened her plain-colored clothes to ensure that she was dignified.
Then, she raised her fair, jade-like hand and gently knocked on the door of the cubicle with her knuckles.
The knocking was soft and rhythmic, like a gentle and soothing serenade.
Each tap seemed to strike the softest corner of one's heart, as if afraid to disturb those immersed in the ocean of knowledge within the cubicle.
At this moment, Qin Qianluo was completely immersed in the wonderful world of the book in her hands.
Her thoughts, following the book's dramatic plot and profound ideas, seemed to roam freely in the vast universe.
The words in the book seemed to have a magical power, drawing her in completely and making her forget everything around her.
The gentle knocking sound seemed to come from a distant horizon, reaching her ears. She was as if being gently awakened from a deep dream, and slowly pulled her gaze away from the pages of the book.
She slightly furrowed her delicate brows, her willow-leaf-shaped eyebrows furrowing gently, a hint of surprise flashing across her exquisite face.
He subconsciously raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of doubt instantly appearing in his bright eyes.
Then, she spoke softly, her voice as gentle and clear as a spring breeze rustling through tender green willow branches: "Come in."
When the shopkeeper told her that she was a visitor from the Miao holy maiden Xinghua, Qin Qianluo couldn't help but feel a strong sense of surprise.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, and her bright, star-like eyes instantly became deep and focused.
It's as if trying to pierce through the mists of time and space, striving to search for Xinghua's image in the long river of memory.
However, the memory is shrouded in a light veil, and the impression is somewhat blurry.
She only vaguely remembered that Xinghua was a holy maiden of Miao territory, a woman who exuded a cold and aloof aura.
Like a snow lotus blooming alone on an iceberg, it is noble and proud, inspiring awe yet remaining unapproachable.
At that time, she was engrossed in discussing the mysteries of Gu worms with Feng Qingyun, her mind completely absorbed in those mysterious, wondrous, and unknown Gu worms.
She didn't pay much attention to the people of Miao territory. In her memory, Xinghua was just a vague shadow, a symbol with a mysterious aura.
Although she was full of doubts and questions, Qin Qianluo always knew and upheld the proper way of treating guests.
She lowered her head slightly, her slender fingers tapping lightly on the table, producing a crisp sound, as if she were having a conversation with her own heart.
After thinking for a moment, she felt that in this heavily guarded library, with Yao Guang protecting her, she could feel the presence of Yao Guang.
Even if this Miao holy woman harbors ulterior motives, she should have no opportunity to take advantage of him and could not cause him any substantial harm.
Thinking this, she calmly instructed the shopkeeper to invite the person up, her voice steady and gentle, carrying an innate composure and magnanimity.
Watching the shopkeeper respectfully leave, Qin Qianluo's gaze followed her figure until it disappeared through the doorway, and she pondered to herself.
Why did this Miao holy maiden suddenly visit? Was it for some important matter, or was there another hidden reason? Her mind was a jumble of thoughts.
Then, she whispered in her heart, her tone filled with inquiry and anticipation: 'Yunbao, what brings this Miao holy maiden to me so suddenly?'
Feng Qingyun was filled with doubt at this moment. She felt as if there were countless birds flying around in her mind, and all kinds of thoughts came in one after another, but they were intertwined and she could not make sense of them at all.
Helplessness and confusion surged into her heart like a tide, enveloping her tightly.
She pouted slightly, her face filled with frustration and resentment, and said sullenly, "Luo Bao, I can't see."
However, based on my careful analysis and judgment of the current situation, this Miao holy maiden should definitely not be able to harm you in the slightest.
Although you don't have the same special protection mechanism as before, you still drink spiritual spring water regularly.
That spiritual spring water is no ordinary water; it contains miraculous effects. Day after day, it has been subtly and gradually changing your constitution to be completely different from that of ordinary people.
Those Gu worms and the like, though seemingly mysterious and unpredictable, are like clowns in front of your constitution, which has been nourished by the spiritual spring water. They can't do anything about it.
To even think of hurting you is utterly delusional and wishful thinking!
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