Chapter 21 Wuqi
One pastry in exchange for a few points of favorability. Not forgetting that he came here to find a seed book today, Lin Zhusheng left from the corridor after giving the gift and went upstairs while searching his memory.
If I remember correctly, there are books about growing flowers, grass and vegetables in the library, and there are quite a few of them, and the main theme is to grant any request.
After leaving the courtyard, the kitten hiding in the clothes felt the coldness dissipate a little. He poked his head out and glanced at his empty hands. He immediately noticed that the umbrella was gone and said in surprise, "I didn't expect you to care about others so much."
Lin Zhusheng wasn't necessarily concerned about people, and said, "If the snacks get wet, they can't be eaten."
Those were the snacks he had worked hard to prepare this morning. Every one of them had to have a good destination and could not be wasted.
"……"OK.
The kitten's eyes twitched and it retracted its head.
Lin Zhusheng found what he was looking for on the third floor. A bookshelf occupies a small corner in the vast sea of books, with a symbol that looks like grass drawn on the side.
"Complete Explanation of Medicinal Herbs", "Collection of Spiritual Flowers", "A Farmer's Self-cultivation", all the books in a row were what he wanted.
The bookshelf was covered with a faint stream of light and could not be touched directly. He took out his disciple token and touched it, and the stream of light disappeared.
It was still barely morning, so he had plenty of time to read. He picked up a copy of "Complete Explanation of Medicinal Herbs", thought about it for a while, and then picked up a copy of "Collected Notes on Spiritual Flowers".
The books in the library cannot be taken out and can only be borrowed inside. He held two books in his pocket, looked left and right, and found an exit leading to other places.
There is a place to read books here, which is a pavilion in the corner of the attic. However, the daily studies are enough to overwhelm the disciples, and it is raining today, so no one comes.
After stepping onto the pavilion, the temperature dropped by more than one degree. There was a breeze blowing in our face. There were mountains on both sides, and the mountain fog covered the rolling mountain peaks.
It's not like there's no one there at all.
While holding the book and planning to choose a good seat facing the wind, Lin Zhusheng slightly turned his eyes and saw a person sitting in a corner of the pavilion.
He was wearing spotless white clothes, and his moon-white robe was swaying on the ground. The person sitting by the window noticed him, raised his head slightly, and looked to the side.
The moment he saw it, Lin Zhusheng had already raised his hand and waved it, his eyes curved, and he said, "Big Brother."
The weather was very good, and he actually met his senior brother here.
He encountered this situation twice in a short period of time. If he could draw cards, he would draw more cards in these two days.
Wen Baizhou raised his eyes and paused for a moment on the Shanlan school uniform on the person, then nodded and said congratulations.
The last time I saw him, he was still in the academy for menial disciples. This time when I saw him again, he had changed into the clothes of an outer disciple. We met in such a rush yesterday that he forgot to congratulate, so he made up for it now.
Lin Zhusheng accepted the congratulations, turned left and right twice to show off in all directions, stepped forward with two legs, and asked politely: "Can I sit here?"
He asked politely, but when he asked, the book in his hand was slowly leaning towards the table, and a pair of eyes looked at him, making it difficult for him to say no.
Wen Baizhou nodded, and Lin Zhusheng sat down beside him, selecting the soldiers and generals from the two books and randomly opening one of them.
The hair was tied up in a ball with tiny water droplets hanging on it, and the headband was wet. Wen Baizhou saw it and asked, "But you didn't bring an umbrella?"
"Yes."
Lin Zhusheng thought for a moment and then said, "And then it was gone again."
It’s a very abstract sentence, and it’s the same as not saying it at all.
Wen Baizhou tried to understand what he said, but didn't understand clearly. After thinking for a while, he finally reminded her that it would be best to let her hair spread out and blow dry.
The senior brother was very considerate. Lin, who had no common sense in this area, did as he was told. He lowered his head and turned left and right, and then turned left and right again to untie the tangled hairband like a play-pin.
His long hair cascaded down and passed by his face. He tucked the loose hair behind his ears and put the twisted hairband aside. He remembered something and asked curiously, "Who is the person sweeping the floor down there?"
"people?"
Wen Baizhou quickly thought of who he was referring to as "a human being". He shook his head slightly and said, "He is not a human being."
Smelling the story, the veteran gamer would frantically tap on the keyboard to skip the game, but when he really heard it, he would prick up his ears and say, "Tell me more."
After temporarily closing the book in his hand, Wen Baizhou said, "His name is Wuqi, and he is an ancient vicious beast that was born a hundred years ago and trampled on the demons and brought disaster to the area."
The demons had an instinctive fear of the ancient ferocious beasts and were unable to resist. In the end, it was said that the leader of the Tianzong clan and the great elder subdued it, and locked it in the library with the Frost Sky Lock, allowing its ferocity to be worn away in this peaceful place.
The Frost Sky Lock is made of cold iron, with a formation embedded inside it, which can seal his cultivation and sense murderous intent. If Wuqi senses murderous intent, or when he attacks his disciples, the formation on the Frost Sky Lock will take effect, causing him to suffer unbearable pain.
In the early years, Wuqi would try to harm his disciples, but this has stopped in recent years. Even though they knew that there was Hantian Lock and there was no danger, no disciples approached him anymore.
It turns out that was not a human. Lin Zhusheng asked why the man was so tall, a whole head taller than him. After thinking for a while, he asked, "Will it be locked like this from now on?"
"The beasts are a mixture of good and evil. If they are released easily, they will bring disaster to the people."
Facing the gaze of the person in front of him, Wen Baizhou added: "There is a solution, but it is impossible."
The only solution is to make Wuqi recognize his master. After recognizing their master, no matter whether it is an ordinary little demon or an ancient ferocious beast, they will obey their master unconditionally. If they disobey, they will die suddenly. As long as he recognizes his master and the master sets a rule not to hurt people, monsters or animals, Wuqi will be able to leave.
However, the ancient beasts were fierce and difficult to tame, and would rather die than surrender. There has never been any example of one successfully recognizing its master.
[Side quest: Let Wuqi recognize the master (master level ≥ LV5)]
[Mission Reward: Orange Suit (40% chance to completely resist attacks) x1]
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As soon as the eldest brother said it was impossible, he started issuing a task. Lin Zhusheng supported his face with one hand to cover the twitching corners of his mouth.
He looked up at the sky and blinked a few times, trying to control his expression and asked, "...What if I want to recognize my master? How do I do it?"
The questions he asked were all common sense questions for people who were born and raised in the cultivation world, which was equivalent to a fish that slipped through the net of nine years of education. Fortunately, the senior brother who looked cold on the outside had a warm heart and answered the common sense questions, saying: "It requires the consent of both parties and the blood of their hearts."
It was the first time that Lin Zhusheng heard the term "heart blood" and wanted to ask about it, but he felt that if he continued to ask, he would seem like an idiot, so he secretly took note of it and asked Xiaomao to check it later.
After the chat, he felt that if he continued talking, the senior brother, who had not read a page of the book, would jump up and beat him up, so he shut up obediently and opened the borrowed book.
He remained silent, and the eldest senior brother spoke up instead, asking, "Are you done asking?"
Lin Zhusheng quickly replied that he had finished asking questions and expressed his gratitude.
The eldest brother then withdrew his gaze, responded with an "OK", and opened the book again.
He didn't peek on purpose. When the book was opened, Lin, who had good eyesight, inadvertently glanced at the pictures in the book and found that they looked like familiar herbs.
This senior brother seems to be reading a book on herbal cultivation. It turns out that what the person said yesterday about learning about flowers and plants for the sake of old friends was not in past perfect tense, but in present continuous tense. Flipping open the book in his hand, he said casually, "Big Brother likes your friend very much."
The eldest brother lowered his head and raised his eyes slightly, as if he wanted to say something. Finally, he smiled, responded simply, and lowered his head to continue reading.
Shouldering the heavy responsibility of renovating the yard, after the chat, Lin, who was ready to study, also followed his example and sat up straight, carefully opening the book in his hand.
But he was destined not to be able to maintain this human-like posture for too long. After sitting for only a while, he leaned over, sat diagonally on the chair, and took out the snacks he had specially prepared for today.
While chewing and flipping through the book, he noticed the gaze from the side. He turned his head, thought for a moment, then tentatively took out another snack and asked, "Big Brother, do you want to eat?"
As expected, the eldest brother said no, so he took it back and continued to gnaw on it, his cheeks bulging.
He never had a moment to relax or sit still. He changed eight hundred postures in a few hours. When he felt he had sat for too long, he would get up and do some punches and kicks to exercise his body, and he would invite his senior brother to join him.
The eldest brother smiled and declined.
He never gets tired of watching him smile. Lin Zhusheng's eyes lit up a little and he smiled too.
Then he soon stopped laughing.
The rain was so heavy that he couldn't tell day from night. It was not until the evening bell rang that he remembered that he had to go to school in the afternoon.
The rain had stopped at some point, and when the bell rang, Lin Zhusheng quickly stood up, holding his book and started a 100-meter sprint.
He was a very polite person. Before sprinting, he remembered to say goodbye to his senior brother. Then, his legs sparked on the ground and he ran away quickly.
It seemed like he was always busy, always in a hurry, and his clothes were blurred by running. Wen Baizhou retracted his gaze and lowered his eyes to continue reading the book in his hands.
Something moved slightly at the edge of his vision, and he turned his head to see two headbands forgotten on the table. One blue and one white, they fell into his palm with the wind, feeling slightly cool.
Without noticing that he had lost his equipment, Lin Zhusheng returned the book and rushed to the school.
As expected, he was late for school, but the good news was that the teacher was still the same teacher as before. He was used to his lateness and was even surprised that he was not too late this time. Considering that it had rained outside and the water was wet, he was open-minded enough to let him come in and sit in the school.
He thought this was a good idea. After all, it would be a bit boring to be outside alone without any friends.
He didn't bring any books to the school, so he ruled out the option of listening to the teacher. He had nothing to do, so he looked left and right and found that his neighbor Zhang Jing was too far away from him. So he had to regretfully give up passing the note and took out the only book he could read, "Self-cultivation of a Swordsman".
It was somewhat impolite to take out the wooden sword and wave it around at this time. The book said that the sword was a carrier and could be replaced by other things. He glanced at the master, then at the other fellow disciples who were paying attention to the master, and quietly leaned toward the window, and with lightning speed broke off a branch that was extending towards the window.
The branch is so small that it cannot be seen under the low table, and turning it around in your hand will not attract anyone's attention.
While the teacher was lecturing on the stage, he was quietly playing with a tree branch, while his other hand was seriously turning the pages of a book. The strands of hair fell on the side of his face, and he casually pushed them behind his ears and pulled the hairband out of habit.
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Um? wrong.
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