Chapter 28 The Flower Comes Alive
With the slight warmth of the snack still in his hand, Wu Qi watched the person in front of him take a few steps back and turn away.
The curve of the hem of her clothes was the same as when she ran over, just like before, as if she would come over the next day with a book or a head full of leaves as usual.
No one came the next day.
The oil paper of the snacks placed on the stone steps was stained with tree leaves. Wuqi stood in the courtyard, sweeping the leaves that could never be swept away as usual. A long chain stretched across the ground. He held an umbrella and occasionally looked toward the attic in the distance.
That was the library where disciples borrowed books. The disciples did not want to get close to him, and most of them went to the attic in the distance.
The carved wooden door, through which a figure would usually jump out at sunset, was half open. There were shadowy figures outside the door, but no one walked in. Finally, after it got completely dark, the door was closed by the manager in charge of the library.
"boom--"
The wooden door closed with a dull sound, a sound he was accustomed to hearing year after year. This time, when the door was closed, a faint light shone through the crack. For the first time, he noticed that when it was closed, a fine cloud of dust rose up and fell in circles.
No one came on the third day either.
The number of snacks placed on the stone steps was halved, the only thing that remained was the fallen leaves in the courtyard.
That day, someone finally stepped over the threshold of the wooden door and walked in carefully. Turning his head with an umbrella, he saw a disciple walking hunched over against the wall. After noticing his gaze, the disciple shuddered and quickly walked away along the wall.
There was no eye contact and no words spoken. The disciples here are really timid and meaningless.
Every day was the same as the day before, over and over again, peaceful and calm, with only the occasional birds or animals flying across the sky, and disciples trembling past timidly when they had taken the wrong path.
By the time the snacks were finished, only piles of leaves were left on the stone steps. Dead leaves fall, new leaves sprout, life and death are endless.
Standing in the courtyard under the sun with an umbrella, Wu Qi for the first time took the initiative to call out to a disciple in a green school uniform who accidentally passed by.
Facing the shocked and nervous eyes of his disciples, he asked:
"...Are you outer disciples all very busy?"
The disciple looked at his inhuman vertical pupils, opened and closed his mouth, but in the end no sound came out, and he crawled away.
He ran very fast, and Wu Qi thought he was in a hurry, and that the outer disciples were really busy and raced against time, so busy that they had no time to come here and take a look.
——But the truth seems to be more than that.
Another day, another sunset, and footsteps were heard again in the quiet building, overlapping with the sound of a broom rubbing against the bluestone slabs. Thinking it was another disciple who had barged in recklessly, he turned around and saw a familiar figure.
The black hair that was lifted up by the movement was mixed with a blue and white headband, which flew through the air and blended into the lifted blue robe. The person who ran by held a cat in one hand and pinched a wilted flower in the other hand, stepped over the wooden threshold and ran straight towards this side.
I put down the broom and looked over. Before he could take a step forward, the person who was running towards me suddenly turned around, without even looking over here, and went upstairs holding up his clothes.
Gone.
After going upstairs, the area was no longer visible to him, and the hurried footsteps also disappeared. Came, but not to see him.
Lin Zhusheng came here urgently to look for a book to read.
He had indeed originally planned not to come to the library for some time. He had been wandering around the mountain looking for monsters these days. As a result, his luck suddenly changed today. While fighting the monsters, he found the orchid flower that he had always wanted but had never grown.
Good news, we found Lanjunhua.
Bad news, Lanjunhua is dying.
A flower that should have been very beautiful had withered into a state that its parents would not recognize. Fortunately, because it was too expensive, he had studied it for a long time and recognized it with his keen eyesight. Now he brought it here to try to find an emergency way to revive it. The senior brother had given him an orange-level clip before. He had never given anything away before, so this flower was his only hope to return the gift, and he would never give up until the last second.
It was getting late and there were not many people in the library except for a man standing at the railing where he had come in, drawing talismans from a distance. He was pinching flowers and flipping through the pages of a book while sitting cross-legged on a cushion, the pages making a rustling sound.
The kitten sat aside and watched him flipping through the book excitedly. He gave him some pertinent advice, saying, "You should read more books in the future."
When you need to learn something, you will regret not having enough knowledge. Lin Zhusheng stopped him and said, "Don't talk for now."
He flipped through a thick book, and when he had read nearly one-third of it, he finally came to the content he wanted to read. He suddenly lowered his head and read it word by word.
The orchid flower itself does not carry much spiritual power, but it contains certain substances that require a large amount of spiritual power to cultivate. In the eyes of monsters, it has a special attractive smell. It is often withered after its spiritual energy is sucked away by monsters. If you want to save it, you can only use wood-related spiritual stones to prolong its life. If you prolong it for a long time, it will live.
After running into the mountains for so many days, Lin Zhusheng picked up a lot of things that the kitten called garbage and put them in a wooden box. There seemed to be wood-attributed spiritual stones in it.
Not wanting to let the wait become a regret, he closed the book, hurried to return it and left.
When he left, the disciple next to the railing was still drawing talismans. There was a bunch of twisted things drawn on the small piece of paper. He couldn't understand it and felt amazed. He ran and watched excitedly.
Everyone was surprised at the actions of everyone from the talisman to the disciple. He thought that after drawing the talisman, the person would chant a pre-swing spell similar to "Ji Ji Ru Lv Ling". However, the person took out a teacup from somewhere, threw the talisman into the cup with one hand, squinted his eyes to avoid it, and leaned his head to look at the teacup. It seemed as if his personality was about to split in an instant.
It's probably going to rain again tonight. The sky is unusually red, and the wind has been blowing since the afternoon. The talisman thrown into the teacup didn't react at all. Instead, it was too light and was blown away by the wind.
The talisman floated downward in the air and finally got stuck in a branch of a tree in the courtyard, unable to move. The moment he realized where he had landed, the disciple's movements froze.
The courtyard was Wuqi's territory. Although they didn't understand, many people didn't dare to approach that place. A kind-hearted Lin who passed by asked kindly, "Do you need me to go down and get it for you?"
It has been a long time since we last met. The moment he said this, he remembered that there was actually a Wuqi here.
"No, that one has already failed."
The disciple put away the teacup in his hand with some disappointment, put away the book on the side, and said thank you in a low voice.
It was just right. Remembering that he was in a hurry, Lin Zhusheng left quickly, carrying the kitten down the stairs in two or three steps.
After a quick pass through the library, he chose an exit closer to his home and rushed back.
The sounds of birds and animals in the mountains fade away, and the chirping of insects begins.
The time of sunset is precious, and it passes in such a short time. Wuqi waited in the center of the courtyard until dusk fell and the steward closed the carved wooden door, but he still didn't see the person he was waiting for. Finally, he realized belatedly that the other person should have gone somewhere else.
He had a general idea.
He had already arrived at the library but didn't see him anywhere. He must have been completely disgusted.
In the eyes of human beings, he has committed many evil things and has been imprisoned for more than a hundred years without changing his bad habits or reflecting on himself. In the end, he took advantage of people's kindness and it is natural that he is hated.
For more than a hundred years, he has been facing these quiet buildings and the few unchanging trees. He has become accustomed to such quietness. Sweeping slowly with the broom in hand, watching the birds flying in the sky, the unchanging days pass by like a flash, just a moment. Only recently, the daily time seems to have been stretched a lot.
He came from chaos, absorbed the essence of heaven and earth, and endured a long time. But only a few days later, he actually missed those snacks that he didn't know what they were called and had no use for.
The light in the sky disappeared completely, thick clouds gathered, and raindrops began to fall.
After the tentative scattered raindrops, there were heavy raindrops, which fell on the buildings and leaves. The talisman was still stuck between the branches, the ink marks were soaked by the rain, and a faint blue light gradually rose.
Wu Qi held up his umbrella and looked up. His pupils moved slightly and he reached out to grab the white note.
“Ka——”
The chains on my feet were stretched to their limit, and when I tried to move forward, a sound was heard, stopping my movement. Lowering his eyes, he looked at the black chain that was firmly connected to the center of the courtyard.
——
After finding out how to save the flower, Lin Zhusheng went home immediately and rummaged through the wooden box that the kitten called a trash can. He successfully found a wood-attributed spiritual stone inside, and saved the life of the flower before it completely withered. He then carefully placed it in the middle of the wooden table to ensure that it could be seen at all times.
After finishing the work, I took some time to clean myself up, changed into clean clothes and went to visit a good friend next door whom I hadn't said hello to today.
The main entrance was too far, so he climbed in directly through the window in the yard, waving and greeting people as he did so.
Zhang Jing was already used to him using the window as the front door, but every time he saw it, he couldn't help but twitch his eyes and said, "Can you take a more normal route next time?"
Lin Zhusheng patted the wooden frame of the window, which was very useful and easy to flip, smiled and said, "If more people flip it, the window will become a road."
He is the only one who translates it, and he is the only one who translates it over and over again. There were so many twisted ideas in his mind that Zhang Jing's eyes twitched again, and he resisted the urge to bend the pen in his hand.
Handing over the freshly picked fruit, Lin Zhusheng bent down to look at what he had written, raised his eyebrows, and said, "What is this?"
A piece of white paper with black crooked lines on it, which is similar to the talisman I saw today.
It turned out to be true. His friend was really practicing talismans, and because he had a father who was a professional talisman painter, he had been practicing since he was a child, and now he has achieved some success.
Curious and a little itchy, he borrowed a pen and paper and copied the spell he saw in the library from memory. He asked, "Do you know what this is? I saw it in the library today."
“…”
He had a good memory but his hands were not. The already abstract spell became even more abstract in his hands. Zhang Jing squinted his eyes and looked up and down, left and right, until his facial muscles twitched. Finally, he found a pattern in the abstraction, turned over the book next to him, and said, "Is this what you see?"
He flipped through the pages and introduced, "This is a water-binding charm."
The hydration talisman, to put it simply, is a talisman that can draw water out of thin air. It is a type of intermediate talisman that will automatically identify how much water is needed based on the container, ranging from as small as filling a teacup to as large as enough to basically submerge the large peach orchard.
Lin Zhusheng listened and looked, and found that it was indeed the one he saw today. He opened his eyes and applauded his friend's professionalism. Then he realized that something was wrong and said, "The one I saw is exactly the same as this one. How could it fail?"
"Well," Zhang Jing said, "probably beginners don't know that the water-binding talisman needs water as a guide, and only when water is added to the talisman can it be effective."
It needs to be guided by water and will be effective when adding water.
In other words, it will be triggered when it encounters water.
And if I remember correctly, the library courtyard is not covered.
“…”
The rain that had been brewing all day fell, splashing from the windowsill into the room. Lin Zhusheng turned his head silently, looking down at the heavy rain outside the window, and finally clapped his head, "...It's over."
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