Chapter 31 Silver Clip

Chapter 31 Silver Clip

The night talk dragged on endlessly and finally ended in the middle of the night. Before leaving, not wanting to miss any opportunity to improve his favorability, Lin Zhusheng took out some snacks and gave them to the sect master and the great elder.

The snacks he gave to the steward and the sect leader were normal shaped, but when they reached the great elder, they were replaced with pink peach-flavored jelly.

Although the shape could not be seen clearly through the oil paper, the soft and elastic touch could be clearly felt. The elder declined politely, "I have been fasting for many years."

Instead of taking back the snacks immediately, Lin Zhusheng urged, "After years of fasting, it's a good time to try out the taste of regular snacks."

A very good sect leader also spoke up for him: "Grand Elder, please accept your kindness, young friend."

He started eating while talking, opened his eyes slightly, and praised the food for being delicious.

Lin Zhusheng reasonably suspected that he had drunk too much tea just now and wanted to eat something to satisfy his craving.

The Great Elder finally accepted it. There was a stark contrast between his cold and hard face and the soft and bouncy peach jelly in his hand.

The snacks were exchanged for an umbrella kindly provided by the steward, and Lin Zhusheng could finally take out his big sword and go back to sleep.

“…”

The sect leader and the great elder had already left, and the only remaining steward watched helplessly as a huge sword appeared out of thin air, watched someone sit on it, and watched the person leave.

It was the first time I saw someone sitting on a sword, and the sword was so big that once the person was on it, he could no longer be seen.

The first time is new, the second time is proficient. The second time Lin Zhusheng controlled the big sword, he had become much more proficient. Except that his face was still covered with rain, there were no other major problems.

The big sword has not been sharpened yet and has a built-in silent mode, so it will not attract any attention when flying at night.

It was almost silent, but he was still discovered when he went downstairs. Zhang Jing, who was rarely awake at night, pushed open the door, stood at the door and glanced at him.

Lin Zhusheng wiped the rain off his head and face, waved his hand, and asked, "Why aren't you asleep yet so late?"

Zhang Jing said that he just wanted to practice the talismans more tonight.

Lin Zhusheng looked at him twice more and suddenly asked, "Are you waiting for me?"

"?"

The words that were about to come out of his mouth to ask him what happened were instantly taken back. Zhang Jing's eyes twitched and he said, "Go back to sleep."

After doing something naughty before going to bed, Lin Zhusheng felt relieved. He smiled, waved his hand, and started to walk back with his legs twitching.

He had done everything he should do and committed all the humiliating mistakes he should make. He went home, wiped his hair, took a shower, and changed his clothes. After being busy for half the night, Master Lin finally lay back on his big bed, closed his eyes peacefully, and ended an overly fulfilling day.

...It can't end.

There was heavy rain outside the window, the quilt was clean and warm, and there was the kitten's even breathing beside him. It was a perfect time for sleep, but Master Lin couldn't sleep.

He rolled over in bed and closed his eyes in despair.

"…I should have known not to drink so much tea."

The next morning, the rain stopped.

After struggling all night, Master Lin fell asleep just before dawn and struggled to get up again to practice swordplay.

From his residence to the training ground, he never fully opened his eyes, and his movements were as slow as an old man in his twilight years. His broken wooden sword was turned into a walking stick.

Thanks to his previous activeness, he had established deep friendships with most of his fellow students in a short period of time. Whenever he went to that station, his fellow students would come to ask him what bad things he had done at night.

It's not even about questioning whether he did something bad, it's about asking him directly what bad thing he did. Well, it’s better not to have such deep friendship among classmates.

The law-abiding citizen Lin waved his hand, solemnly stating his status as a good citizen, and cut off the beginning and the end, only talking about the fact that he drank too much tea yesterday.

"Speaking of last night, I seemed to hear some noise last night."

A disciple squatted aside and whispered, "It seems to be coming from the library."

As soon as she finished speaking, other disciples came running over and squatted, mysteriously giving out a glimpse of information.

In just one night, the man who had been sweeping the courtyard of the library and was said to be a ferocious beast disappeared.

The disciple heard from a friend who got up early to go to the library that the ferocious beast was not gone, but had already come out of the library courtyard. In the morning, it was walking in the square in front of the library with a broom in hand. It was suspected that it was eating some snacks that looked quite delicious. After eating, it fell asleep and looked quite comfortable.

The only reason he could come out of the courtyard of the library was because he recognized his master.

The fact that it suddenly recognized its master after so many years, coupled with the sword sound they heard yesterday, made them suspect that the sect leader finally took action yesterday to settle the matter and used some method to make it recognize its master.

Lin Zhusheng remained silent, occasionally responding with "hmm", "oh", "so that's how it is".

Zhang Jing, who was standing next to him, glanced at him and then looked away.

When it was time to practice swordplay, the elders arrived and the morning routine of gossip ended.

The frail old man Lin returned to his seat, propped up his small broken wooden sword and looked towards the direction of the library.

The result of yesterday's night talk was that Wuqi was still in a weak state and would not leave for the time being. He would stay in the sect to help out, and the sect would provide him with clothing, shelter and food accordingly.

The main reason is that a person that big won't fit in his room at all, and such a big furry thing can't be carried around like a kitten.

It seems that the other party has adapted well.

It's good. The task of making Wuqi recognize his master has been completed. He got a set of clothes without doing anything, and he feels a little guilty about it. It would be best if the other party adapts.

It was a brand new day, and the second elder who came to teach sword skills as usual brought new news.

After practicing sword for a while, this group of new disciples have basically learned the basics. The next step is the actual combat stage, and they need to integrate the learned moves into actual training.

In layman's terms, they are going out to practice. The Tianzong is very proud to have a secret realm specifically for the training of disciples. It is located several hundred miles to the east and can be reached in half a day by taking a special airship. In terms of time, it is not too far.

It will take several days to go there. Although the secret realm is a low-level secret realm, there are also many dangers. The elder will not accompany us this time, and there will be other people to lead the team.

After all, Lin Zhusheng had worked as an external elder for a period of time in his previous account, so he was familiar with this and knew that most of those who were captured to be team leaders were direct disciples of the inner sect elders.

Although there are not many direct disciples of the inner sect elders, there are not few either. The good fortune of always skipping the plot has come again. A few blurry faces passed through his mind, but he still couldn't remember who were the people who were caught to lead the team this time.

They practiced sword fighting in the morning and cancelled the academy's classes in the afternoon, saying that it was to give them some time to sort out their feelings and things.

If you give yourself time to organize things, you must tidy them up properly. Lin Zhusheng went home with his big sword and started to rummage through his two small broken wooden boxes.

It was his first time traveling far away, so he was a little curious. He was as listless as a dead person in the morning, but he became lively again after coming back.

Except for the places that only inner disciples could enter, he had almost run all over the sect in order to complete the task. It just so happened that there was no new map to be opened up, so this one was delivered to his doorstep.

Going to the secret realm is different from normal sword practice. There is a risk of injury. Player Lin hasn't finished exploring this world yet, so he still cherishes his life for the time being and puts the herbs into his backpack.

He was very careful with his mouth and stomach, so he ate snacks quickly, fearing that he would get hungry.

“…”

The kitten sat beside him and looked at him, but finally couldn't bear it and looked away.

All this man has been thinking about in his life is these little snacks and the one-third acre of land in the yard.

He did not practice swordplay on the day of departure for the secret realm, but got up earlier than he did for swordplay. When Lin Zhusheng sat on the big sword, his mind was still not fully awake, and he almost collided with someone else's sword.

Not surprisingly, he was late as usual, and when he arrived he was greeted with stares from his fellow students.

Even though they had seen him use this gigantic sword once, they were still shocked when they saw it again. His fellow disciples frowned as they watched him land steadily.

The timing was just right, the young men who were captured to be the team leaders also arrived, their long swords swept through the air, leaving a few streaks of light, and the sound of swords spread to the sky.

Unlike theirs, the blue and white school uniform fluttered in the wind and then fell down.

Standing in the crowd, Lin Zhusheng, who was still quietly stuffing breakfast into his mouth, clearly heard the surprised voices from his fellow students.

Not missing any opportunity to join in the fun, he ate the fruit in his hand in a few bites, then raised his head and followed the gaze of the others.

It is indeed really beautiful.

After all, the leader was Senior Brother Wen, who was the most handsome man in the game. He had a slender figure and long legs. When he walked over, his sleeves flew up and the jade pendant tassel hanging on his waist swayed slightly.

I didn't expect to see an acquaintance here. Lin Zhusheng still had a piece of fruit in his mouth, his cheeks bulged, and he met the person's eyes for some reason.

Feeling that the way he looked now was a little ungentle, he was hesitating whether to raise his hand to say hello. The eldest senior brother looked away first, clenched his fist and lightly pressed the corner of his mouth, and after putting his hand down, his face was still indifferent, showing no emotion.

Okay, looks like there’s no need to say hello. Lin Zhusheng chewed and shifted his gaze to other people.

Today was like a meeting of acquaintances, and there was actually a face I had seen before among the able-bodied men. His clothes were as messy as his own, and his face looked uncared for. When he walked among a group of inner disciples, especially when he walked behind Wen Baizhou, he looked like a laid-off person who could not afford to eat at any time and had mixed in with the elite group.

It was the boss who sold him the big sword before. He seemed to be quite familiar with the eldest brother and kept talking to him.

He originally wanted to say hello, but his eyes didn't meet and the disciple next to him was also talking, so Lin Zhusheng chose to turn his head and listen to his fellow disciple's words.

He looked away and the boss turned around and looked at him.

With a casual glance, he saw a person with a puffy face whispering with the disciple next to him at the back of the crowd. The boss stretched out his hand to slap the person in front of him to say something, but his eyes were fixed on the familiar silver hairpin on the disciple's head.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the person walking in front of him without changing his expression, with his brows raised.

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