Chapter 123: Inconsistent Langhuan Pavilion
"What did you say? Missing?" Master Qian Yuan was shocked. How could a living person just disappear?!
"That's right. At that time, I and Junior Brother Guanxu only paid attention to the thief. When we looked back, the yard was empty." Hanwu bowed.
Guanxu also bowed and said, "There's something else that's very strange. Senior Brother Hanwu and I clearly saw that child throw the Horned Beetle at Huiwu's face, but when he caught Huiwu, there was nothing left. Only Huiwu was left there screaming and scratching."
Upon hearing this, Zhenren Qianyuan looked at Zhenren Shangqing who was sitting with his eyes closed.
"This child seems to be proficient in psychedelic magic. Since Lingxiang brought him back, why not call Lingxiang over to ask him about it? If he is from the Taoist sect, it would be fine. Brother, what do you think..."
Shangqing Zhenren just closed his eyes and said nothing. For a moment, Qianyuan Zhenren didn't know what to do...
This incense always causes trouble, so don't bring any more trouble with you!
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It was a beautiful day today, and Lingxiang got up early, which was rare. Although spring was approaching, it was still very cold outside. Fortunately, she still had the Fire Spirit Pearl on her.
Long Qi and the other two were practicing martial arts in the yard. Lingxiang was sitting on the railing of the porch watching them, but her mind was elsewhere.
Even she could see something wrong with the "Dragon-Entwined Sword Technique" practiced by Long Qi. She thought there must be something missing in it. If he continued to practice according to this sword manual, something would probably go wrong after a long time. It would be better to find him some other replacements first and then plan for the future.
Xinyi didn't need her to worry too much. With his intelligence, he wouldn't have any trouble being fooled by Taoism. He had probably learned most of the Lu family's skills, but after all, it was a martial arts practice, so she had to find a suitable technique for him to practice. As for his Taoist heart, he had to figure it out on his own.
Honeysuckle, however, was a bit of a problem. Although Lingxiang intended to find a new path for him, cultivation shouldn't be rushed. Besides, not everyone is as lucky as the old man with the bamboo cane, who instantly grasped the Dao's opportunity. Since it's something you only encounter once, it's better to let nature take its course. But for now, I'd better find him a fan technique book. With this fan technique, even the dancers in the brothels and brothels can dance better than him...
Just as I was thinking about something, I suddenly smelled the aroma of vinegar. I turned my head and saw Xiaobai standing beside me with a smile on his face, holding a plate of cold bamboo shoots in his hand.
Lingxiang immediately lost her mind and could only focus on the plate of bamboo shoots in his hand.
Long Qi originally saw Lingxiang watching him practice sword and wanted to show off, but he didn't expect that she would chase after that old fox. Suddenly, he felt sour in his stomach that he didn't even want to practice sword anymore.
After a chase, Xiaobai led Lingxiang to the stone table in the yard and gave her the plate of cold bamboo shoots.
Lingxiang loves bamboo shoots very much, especially the tips, which are the most crisp and tender.
"Feeding people something pickled in vinegar so early in the morning!" Long Qi said, and walked to the side and sat down.
"Of course, we can't just eat this," Xiaobai said, and as if by magic, he pulled out a bowl of mica porridge from behind him. "The porridge with bamboo shoots is fragrant and delicious. It will definitely make you feel refreshed!"
Lingxiang was even more delighted when she saw the porridge. Xiaobai smiled and put it on the stone table, then handed her a pair of chopsticks.
Long Qi felt a churning in his stomach, and even though Xin Yi invited him to eat, he had no mood to pay attention.
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Master Donghui was invited to the Wuji Palace to discuss matters today. There was only a Taoist boy squatting in front of the Langhuan Pavilion, playing with something unknown. When he saw Lingxiang leading three people in, he hurried forward and bowed.
"Xiao Muchen, I have informed your master a few days ago. Today I am bringing you and your fellow disciples to choose a technique."
Upon hearing this, Mu Chen quickly took out a box from his arms, selected four talisman papers and handed them to Lingxiang.
"Little Sister, the man behind us is not from the sect. According to the rules, he cannot enter Langhuan Pavilion. If he is your guest, please let him condescend to wait outside. The sect rules are strict. Sister, please don't make things difficult for me!"
This little nun was a notorious troublemaker in the sect. Muchen's words were tinged with tears, and Xiaobai, who was standing beside her, almost laughed out loud.
"Never mind, it's just a matter of choosing some suitable techniques. You guys go ahead, I'll be waiting outside."
As Xiaobai spoke, he sat down on the chair and asked Muchen to bring him a pot of good tea.
He was feeling depressed in the morning, but now that this old fox was turned away, Long Qi suddenly felt very happy and almost hummed a tune.
You old fox, you deserve this day!
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Langhuan Pavilion doesn't look very big from the outside, and even the restaurants in the area are much more imposing than it. But as soon as the three of them entered, they found that there was a lot of secrets inside.
The pavilion, with its carved beams and painted buildings, deep cabinets and long corridors, stretched as far as the eye could see. Even the roof seemed enchanted, with all sorts of paper scrolls and bamboo slips hanging from it. The shelves to the side, like towering old trees, were filled with green paper books, and each shelf had a ladder leading to a cloud.
How can this place be described as a pavilion? It would not be an exaggeration to call it a palace.
In addition to being surprised by the magnificence of the library, Long Qi was also amazed by the spiritual fragrance.
Has he ever heard Mai Dong say that Lingxiang has read all the books in Langhuan Pavilion? But she has just reached the age of 15, so how could she have read all the books in Langhuan Pavilion?
While everyone was surprised, Lingxiang walked in on her own and told them to look around first. If there was any martial arts technique they liked, they could take it and study it.
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Xiaobai was drinking tea outside leisurely. His cynical look was really out of place, and Mu Chen, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but look sideways in amazement.
After all, birds of a feather flock together. This behavior is exactly the same as that of the Ninth Master.
But Xiaobai didn't care at all. He got a plate of fruit from somewhere and started eating it. Although Muchen acted like a little adult, he was still a child after all. Seeing the fruit in his hand, he couldn't help but drool - it was colorful and looked really delicious.
"What? You looked down on me just now, but now you've lost your composure just over a plate of fruit?" Xiaobai laughed.
Mu Chen blushed when he heard this, then turned his head away.
"Who said I wanted to eat? I don't want to eat at all!"
Xiaobai smiled and picked up a piece of glutinous rice cake, shook it towards Muchen and said, "Who said you wanted to eat it? Who said that? I'll beat him for you. You don't want to eat such a fragrant glutinous rice cake at all!" As he said that, he stuffed the glutinous rice cake into his mouth, smacking his lips constantly, and exclaiming that it was delicious and fragrant.
After hearing this, Muchen felt very anxious, but he still carried Xiaobai on his back, as if he was angry and didn't say a word. Only his ears moved from time to time, as if he could taste the taste by listening to the sound.
Seeing him like this, Xiaobai laughed even more happily - he was really a tough guy.
Just when he thought Mu Chen was very entertaining, he heard a bell ringing. He turned his head and saw a black cat staring at him intently at the corner!
After not hearing any movement from Xiaobai for a while, Mu Chen couldn't help but look back, but there was no one at the table. There was only a cup of tea and a plate of pastries on the table, as if inviting him to come over and taste them.
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