Chapter 16 16 Birthday "You know he dropped out of school early and worked...

On December 21st, the year zero of the resurrection of spiritual energy, in the courtyard of Lin Jinsong in Lingzhuan Temple.

Ning Changkong was detained in bed by Yue Jingting for a week. Someone watched over his three meals and someone watched over him when he slept at night. He could only contact Jiang Yunxiao, Yan Yian and others by sending messages.

Alas, this time the loss was really heavy.

Chu Qingge complained: "It's good enough that you can rely on your own brain to make up the logic, what else do you expect?"

When Ning Changkong had a fever and fell into a coma, she watched Yue Jingting and Yan Yian chatting and had fun all night.

Ning Chang continued to work with his empty hands: "It's not like I didn't gain anything."

Li Bo, the eldest senior brother of Lingzhuan Academy, rebelled against his master ten years ago and disappeared since then.

According to Yue Jingting's impression of him, he was at least a very gentle person.

Lingzhuan Academy refused to talk about this person, and information about the cultivation world could not be found on the Internet, so Ning Changkong and Chu Qingge could only rely on collecting old newspapers to gather intelligence.

"At this time ten years ago..." Chu Qingge began, "a bit too much happened, didn't it?"

The currently known intelligence is: the previous owner of Yuxujian Pavilion has passed away, Li Bo has disappeared, and Chi Zhaoming has taken over as the director of the executive department of the Abnormal Affairs Bureau.

These are all public information and cannot be hidden.

As for what can be hidden...

"Relying solely on print media, it is too easy to erase information that you don't want to make public." Ning Changkong sighed.

In the Internet age, there is only heat that can be suppressed, but there are no sources of news that can be deleted.

Yue Jingting opened the door and sat down at the head of his bed: "How are you today? Are you feeling unwell?"

He naturally tested the temperature of Lin Jinsong's forehead.

Well, no fever.

"Everything is fine. It would be even better if you, senior brother, were willing to let me get out of bed." Ning Changkong sighed.

Speaking of the Internet era, after the revival of Reiki, he will force all major organizations in the spiritual world to set up a portal website and list all contact information clearly.

What era is this? He has fallen to the point where he has to rely on writing letters to deliver messages.

Yue Jingting said sternly: "No, you are not well yet."

"But I'm very bored." Ning Changkong continued to carve runes on the object in his hand.

Yue Jingting's eyes involuntarily focused on the feathers flying at his fingertips.

He had seen Lin Jinsong playing with this thing quite often since he had been recuperating from his illness.

"You can play with your phone or computer, read a little, or do something." Yue Jingting thought for a moment, "If you want, you can invite your friends to come and play."

He added: "You can also call the student called Zuo Gezhu. I will help you find her."

Ning Changkong's eyes lit up; this was exactly what he wanted to hear.

With lightning speed, he pulled out a letter from a drawer beside him and put it into Yue Jingting's hand.

"Brother, can you help me deliver this letter to the Lord of Zuo Pavilion?"

Lin Jinsong looked at him with hopeful eyes.

"......ah?"

Year Zero of the Aura Resurrection, December 30th, Kunlun Ruins, Yuxu Sword Pavilion, the top of the Snow Mountain.

The weather changes in the demiplane are controlled by complex spells and formations.

Penglai is a place where the demons rest and live, with luxurious changes of four seasons. The Heluo Secret Array Valley is naturally developed with the secret array engraved on the valley, interpreting various weather conditions, and extreme weather conditions such as heavy rain and fog are not uncommon.

However, the Kunlun Ruins controlled by the Yuxu Sword Pavilion remained unchanged in coldness.

Well, maybe there will be changes between sunny and snowy days. Ning Changkong rubbed his gloved hands. He wrapped himself up thickly before coming here, but he still felt a little cold.

These sword practitioners stay in the snowy mountains every day, so they are in great shape. Ning Changkong held the sword and slowly flew to the place where Wen Qingsheng practiced sword.

On the top of the mountain, Zuo Langning was sparring with Wen Qingsheng. When Wen Qingsheng saw him, his eyes lit up: "Lin Jinsong!"

Zuo Langning, who had already noticed his approach, also nodded slightly as a greeting.

"You guys keep fighting! I'll just watch!" Ning Changkong stopped before getting too close and shouted from a distance.

The half plane is not afraid of avalanches.

As soon as Lin Jinsong came to watch the fight, Wen Qingsheng was as excited as a chicken, vowing to fight with style. But the more anxious he became, the more chaotic he became. Several times, Zuo Langning's sword was about to cut through his clothes.

Ning Changkong couldn't help but laugh. Children are impatient.

He put his hands to his mouth and made a trumpet shape: "Wen Qingsheng - hit to the left! Don't pick! Stab!"

With the guidance of an expert behind him, Wen Qingsheng calmed down again, and his moves were steady, and his threat suddenly increased. Zuo Langning secretly praised him.

Lin Jinsong lived up to his reputation as a genius, with an outstanding fighting awareness. He was able to see Wen Qingsheng's weaknesses and her fighting style so quickly.

I've clearly never heard of him practicing swordsmanship.

She thought of the last meeting of the Abnormal Department. Before the meeting, Qiu Haoyun, the head of the Qiu Academy, boasted about how cute and talented his new student was.

The old Taoist's mouth was stretched so wide that it was almost shoulder to shoulder with his ears, and he was just short of exaggerating the person into his little lover in the previous life and his little cotton-padded jacket in this life.

The director could no longer bear it and waited until the last tiger girl arrived before starting the meeting, starting the meeting five minutes earlier.

This made Tigress freeze her tail and reflect for five minutes about what she had done. In the end, she really couldn't figure it out and looked at her in confusion: What's wrong with the director today?

Zuo Langning deliberately avoided looking at her to avoid suppressing his smile.

After the sparring, Wen Qingsheng sat on the ground, panting with a red face. Zuo Lang put away his sword calmly: "Let's stop here for today."

Wen Qingsheng looked at her in surprise and joy. Lin Jinsong came over with a smile and saluted, then started chatting with Wen Qingsheng eagerly.

Lin Jinsong made a sword flower for Wen Qingsheng as if he was coaxing a child. Zuo Langning stood by and watched for a while. Why didn't Qiu Haoyun fatten up his little cotton-padded jacket?

She was thinking wildly. This child seems to have a good aptitude for swordsmanship. If he becomes my disciple...

No, I didn't think Xiao Wen was too cold and wanted to change her clothes...

Zuo Langning was brought back to her senses by Lin Jinsong's gentle cough. She interrupted Wen Qingsheng's overly nervous reaction and said, "Go down the mountain early. It's cold up there. Don't catch a cold."

It was time for her to go down the mountain as she still had some preparations to make.

Zuo Langning took out the cell phone from his pocket which had been vibrating for a long time due to the courier call.

The two men did not fly with swords, but walked in the snow, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Lin Jinsong exhaled: "I'm getting hot as I walk."

Wen Qingsheng said nothing.

You can still talk more in person than chatting online.

They talked about how Kunlunxu Mountain, which looked only a few meters above sea level, was so cold all day long, whether the food at Yuxu Sword Pavilion or Lingzhuan Academy was better, and how the final exam for the introductory course of talismans would be tested after the new theory came out...

Wen Qingsheng hopes that this journey can go further.

Thinking of this, he pushed open the door to the hall.

"happy birthday!"

Familiar and unfamiliar brothers and sisters gathered together, their voices were louder, smaller, and somewhat uneven.

Lin Jinsong pushed Wen Qingsheng into the crowd: "Go ahead."

Between the longevity peaches and longevity noodles, there was a plate of birthday cake that had just been hurriedly brought back from the real world.

The young people in Taoist robes clapped their hands and sang a tuneless birthday song. Zuo Langning couldn't bear to watch and turned his face away, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

Lin Jinsong was smiling and filming with his phone, obviously well prepared. The owner of the pavilion raised his eyebrows when he was in the camera, and the birthday star blushed and twisted his hand when he was in the camera. He had no choice but to let the master and apprentice go and film the birthday song out of tune.

After singing the birthday song, the owner waved his hand and the lights in the hall went out.

The slightly crooked candle became the only source of light.

It seems that on last year’s birthday, his parents also bought such a big cake to celebrate his coming of age.

"Make a wish." Under the candlelight, Zuo Langning's brows softened a little.

Wen Qingsheng quickly closed his eyes to hide the tears in his eyes.

On his birthday last year, when he was still in his third year of high school, he was thinking about the math problems he couldn't solve on the weekly test, and as he pushed open the door, he was greeted by a big cake and the smiling faces of his parents.

He was surprised and happy, and all he wished was that his parents would be safe and healthy, and that he would be successful in his studies.

On his birthday this year, he went down the mountain with a sword on his back. What wish would he make?

He closed his eyes and thought.

Just hope... that the people around you will be safe and healthy, and that you can gain something from your practice.

Hey, it seems there is still nothing new?

He smiled and opened his eyes.

After making the wishes, everyone started to share the cake and give gifts.

Lin Jinsong was the first to present a gift because he was close to the water. He hung a pendant made of phoenix feathers around Wen Qingsheng's neck.

"The phoenix spirit is used to ward off disasters and evil spirits. I carved some runes on it and made it into a talisman." He said with a smile. "I made a hole, and you can change the rope. You can hang it around your neck, on a bag, or on a sword."

Wen Qingsheng lowered his head and held the feather in his hand.

He was not very good at learning spells, so he couldn't tell how many layers of runes Lin Jinsong had put so much effort into stacking on this feather. But he thought.

There must be a talisman for clearing the mind.

Lin Jinsong answered the phone and said that Gu Minghui and Yan Xiaoling were on their way after class, so he went to pick them up. Wen Qingsheng was about to go with them, but he said, "How can the birthday boy leave the party?" and left in a hurry.

In the warm hall, he listened to many blessings and received many gifts in a daze. Finally, he felt dizzy and ran to the porch to hide in the hot wind.

The teacher stood on the porch holding a sword.

She pulled out a bunch of green sword tassels from her bosom and placed them in his hand.

"On the day you complete the exchange, I will pick out a sword for you. On the day you formally become my disciple, I will forge another sword for you."

She spoke briefly, then hesitantly placed her hand on Wen Qingsheng's head and touched it gently.

"happy birthday."

Wen Qingsheng thanked him sincerely, and waited until the hand left his head before asking, "How did you know my birthday?"

My own teacher doesn't seem like someone who is attentive to the ways of the world.

"Lin Jinsong gave instructions in a letter." Zuo Langning thought of the letter and coughed twice.

What she didn't say was that Lin Jinsong's letter was so heartfelt and detailed.

Not only did he tell him when the birthday would be and what to do, he also asked Zuo Langning to make sure Wen Qingsheng stayed over for the New Year and wait until the academy started before going back.

Wen Qingsheng actually only exchanged for half a semester and had to go back to the college to take required courses next semester.

The last part of his instructions was almost an open threat. If Wen Qingsheng didn't take good care of him, even if he really became his disciple, he would ask the Foreign Affairs Bureau to take him back.

Seeing how Lingzhuan Academy doted on this junior fellow apprentice to no end, Zuo Langning had no doubt that he was capable of such a thing.

Zuo Langning sighed.

If you don't know, you would think Wen Qingsheng is his biological son. He is looking for someone to take care of his child.

It's not that she doesn't understand why Lin Jinsong is so concerned.

My family suffered an unexpected change. I was helpless and finally made some friends. But now I was forced to separate from them. I am still a coward.

They are children who need to be taken care of, but why should someone as young as Lin Jinsong be given the time to take care of them?

It's because I worry too much that my health has been deteriorating.

Wen Qingsheng is studying his new amulet carefully.

Zuo Langning took a look for two times. The overlapping layers of spiritual patterns made him dizzy. It was indeed laborious. He looked at it carefully again - huh?

She couldn't help but wonder, "What kind of monster's feather is this?"

Wen Qingsheng replied: "Phoenix feathers."

“This rare spiritual power is indeed consistent with the characteristics of a phoenix…” Zuo Lang praised, “I didn’t expect Lingzhuan Academy to have such a collection.” He was even willing to let his own child give it away.

"It's not from the Lingzhuan Academy collection," Wen Qingsheng smiled foolishly, "We bought it when we were out shopping."

He added proudly, "Five thousand yuan."

Zuo Langning was really a little surprised this time.

She said, did you know that Lin Jinsong has no parents and that before he went to Lingzhuan Academy, he lived on a scholarship of 5,000 yuan a year just like you?

Did you know that he dropped out of school early and had to work part-time to make a living before coming to the college?

Lin Jinsong led his people over. He had been confined to bed for too long, so he felt relieved when he ran around.

He smiled and untied the straps of his hood as he walked. He said, "It's so cold outside. Why are you two standing on the porch?"

His words were interrupted before he could finish, because Wen Qingsheng rushed over and hugged him tightly.

After Lin Jinsong was seriously injured, his health deteriorated greatly, while Wen Qingsheng practiced swordsmanship diligently every day. The two had different body sizes and body temperatures.

Wen Qingsheng wondered, when he was tutoring him in his studies and gently holding his hand to lead him into this world of cultivation, was he also so thin and so cold?

Then why does he always miss the warm hand that rested on his shoulder?

Lin Jinsong froze for a moment, then slowly hugged back: "What's going on?"

"Nothing." Wen Qingsheng buried his face in his neck and wiped away his tears. "Nothing."

"Then can you let me go? Everyone is watching here! Wen Qingsheng? Brother Qingsheng? - Master Zuo, please take care of him!"