Chapter 58 Next time will be the last time I send flowers
The others had no time to stop him and could only watch him blurt out the words.
They promised this person not to tell anyone about the drinking, and then this person turned around and quickly told the person who needed to be kept secret.
Even though he was drunk and unconscious, he spoke surprisingly fluently and his pronunciation was clear, so there was no possibility of misunderstanding. The person on the other end must have heard it.
Now that the drinking incident has been exposed, they should at least ask the eldest brother to move this drunkard who they cannot move.
Without caring about the small braid on his head, Gao Yu rushed over, wanting to take the jade token to explain the situation and report the location before the drunkard could utter more thoughtless words. However, the drunkard only said that one sentence and threw the jade token into his pocket. His movements were quick and neat, and he missed.
When Baimao was drunk, he automatically blocked out all the sounds around him. No matter how they persuaded him to take out the jade token, he remained motionless, regardless of the wind from all directions.
“…”
Well, my wish to ask Ling Xujun to come and help take over has completely failed.
After lying on the table for a while, the drunkard became energetic again and started to grab the next person. Song Ming went to the restaurant to find out about the wine soup.
When the hangover soup was brought back, the busy drunkard took a sip politely, and then only one sip.
It didn't suit his taste and he felt it was too unpalatable. Drunkard Lin insisted on his own opinion. After taking a sip, he pushed the bowl away and refused to touch it again no matter how others tried to coax him.
What a difficult white-haired guy.
Considering how drunk he was, the plan to let the person sober up and go back by himself was obviously unrealistic. The only thing left was to tell the Great Elder honestly and let him take the disciple back.
At the same time, who should be informed was also a problem. No one wanted to offend the Great Elder at this time.
Putting the troublesome Baimao aside for the moment, a few people discussed together who should go back to the sect to find the Great Elder. When the discussion became intense, the noise in the small compartment was no different from when they were discussing the sect's secrets before. No one noticed the sound of swords coming from the sky far away outside the window.
The serious discussion was finally interrupted by two knocks on the door. Hearing the sound, everyone turned their heads.
We didn't order any side dishes or more wine, so no one would come to give us anything. They were probably here to sell us something. Gao Yu, who was closest to the door, stood up and opened the door, saying, "Sorry, we don't have extra..."
No more wine.
He couldn't say the rest of the words. When he saw the person standing at the door, he almost jumped and bent down quickly.
He had cold eyebrows and was neatly dressed. A little of the silver scabbard of a long sword was visible from under his moon-white robe. It was Ling Xujun who had just spoken briefly through the jade token.
The jade token had just been put away for a short while, and they hadn't even decided who would go to find the Great Elder, but the person had already appeared here, as if he had come immediately after the conversation ended.
The others were also stunned, not understanding how this person found their way here, but they stood up and greeted him anyway. Song Ming stood in the crowd and nodded slightly, with more inquiry and suspicion in his eyes.
This came too quickly and too accurately.
“…”
After hearing the voice from the jade token, Wen Baizhou used the concentric jade to find his way into the tavern, and then found the location of the compartment. After opening the door of the room, the first thing he saw was a head with many braids.
There were also several other people in the room who were not spared from the murder.
The instigator was lying in the corner, completely blocked by the figure of the person opening the door. Only after the figure moved away could his head of white hair be seen.
His eyes met Song Ming's for a moment, but he didn't look at him any more. He walked to the person lying on the ground, bent down and tapped him gently. When he found that there was no response, he turned around and asked the person who opened the door: "How much did he drink?"
"Not much," Gao Yu pointed to the short pink and white wine pot with a small capacity and said, "That's it, just some fruit wine."
Being able to drink fruit wine like this is a skill.
Wen Baizhou leaned forward and half-knelt, picked up the person who had fallen on the table, and whispered, "Go back."
He smelled it and it was indeed fruit wine, with a very light scent of peach.
The man was quite cooperative and fished it out immediately. After smelling the familiar smell, he hugged his neck out of habit and whispered in his ear: "You have to go back quietly. Don't let the Great Elder and the Senior Brother find out."
Whispering, meaning the volume did not decrease, everyone in the room, including the senior brother next to him, could hear it clearly.
Others: “…”
Others didn't dare to look at the eldest brother's expression, and it was difficult for them to keep a straight expression themselves.
Although this drunkard was drunk, he actually remembered to hide from the Great Elder and the Senior Brother. Although he was sober, he said this to the Senior Brother himself.
And the eldest senior brother actually responded with "OK".
Holding the man's body with one hand to prevent him from sliding down, Wen Baizhou turned to look at the others and apologized on their behalf, saying, "He has caused you trouble."
"?"
One day, they actually heard an apology from the eldest brother. The others waved their hands and stood there watching the two people leave.
The compartment door closed again and the two figures disappeared. Gao Yu dared to speak, turned his gaze to Zhang Jing, and whispered in disbelief: "So Lin Zhusheng and Senior Brother have such a good relationship?"
Although he often heard the words "senior brother" from people's mouths, and the other person seemed to be quite familiar with the senior brother when he entered the inner gate, he did not expect them to be so familiar. The senior brother's apology was too natural, and he did not even think there was anything wrong at first.
Zhang Jing was trying hard to remove the braid on her head and just said she didn't know.
——
After getting drunk, he became bolder, or maybe it was simply because he was drunk and couldn't see where he was at all. Lin Zhusheng was once again taken to the sword of the eldest senior brother and taken from Qingshan Town back to the sect and to the sect master's peak.
He walked into the courtyard carrying the person on his back, pushed open the door, and Wen Baizhou walked into the room carrying the person on his back and put him down on the couch.
The moment he sat down and lay down, Baimao leaned to the side, half lying down in a crooked position, with his eyes half open.
His hair had been messed up when it was on the sword, but he ignored it for the time being and turned to pour half a glass of water on the table.
Apart from not understanding what was said and liking to play with his hair, the person lying on the couch was very cooperative. He drank whatever he was asked to drink, but would push the drink away after just two sips.
He lowered his eyes and saw that the hem of the man's robe was covered with dew from the road. Wen Baizhou took the water cup, turned around and went to the bedroom to get a new coat.
Saying sorry, he bent down to untie his belt, slowly took off his outer robe, and put on clean new clothes.
Lin, who had been very cooperative just now, suddenly moved. Regardless of what he was doing, he reached out to search his pocket. After searching for a long time, he took out a familiar blue and white flower and handed it over.
Even when I was drunk I didn't forget about it.
There was a slight pause, Wen Baizhou lowered his eyes, straightened his clothes, and gently pushed back, asking someone to take the flower back.
"Don't you like this flower?"
The flowers he took out were not given away again. Lin Zhusheng sat up with his head stretched out. His old shoulders were very slippery, and his long gown with a front opening slipped off his shoulders and fell on the soft couch in a pile. He raised his head and fiddled with the petals, saying, "This flower is so beautiful."
Even if he was drunk, he still remembered that flowers should not be left outside for long. He put the flowers away again, looked up and said, "You still don't like me?"
Wen Baizhou lowered his eyes and met a pair of shallow pupils that were not focused at all. His hand hanging by his side paused for a moment, and finally he raised it and slowly placed it on the slightly messy white hair.
The wind made the bamboo forest outside the window rustle, and the lamp on the table swayed slightly. He whispered:
"like."
He didn't say whether he liked flowers or people. Lin, who had automatically blocked out all external voices, didn't listen to what he said and continued to ask, "When will the eldest brother accept it?"
He stretched out his finger and tried to measure a small distance, then he lay back, tried to open his eyes and said, "There is only so much space in my backpack. If I carry these flowers every day, I have to pack fewer kinds of snacks."
It doesn’t matter if there are fewer snacks and fruits. All the efforts in the past are for the purpose of sending flowers one day and firing the first shot to improve favorability.
Seeing that he was obviously sleepy, Wen Baizhou bent down, picked him up, and took him to the bedroom.
It was a strange bed, but it smelled familiar. Baimao crawled into the quilt and lay down on his back like he was in his own bed, not shy at all.
Wen Baizhou smiled, sat down on the side of the bed, and reached out to remove the clip from the person's head. The white hair slipped through his fingers. He bent down, and gently pressed his forehead against the other's relaxed eyebrows. He whispered, "When I come back next time, that will be the last time I send you flowers."
"I will definitely come back."
It’s easier to sleep after drinking. Baimao lies down on the bed, closes his eyes, and sleeps soundly with his head tilted.
After late at night, the daylight slowly rises and falls into the room through the window, revealing a mottled shadow of the trees.
When Lin Zhusheng woke up again, the sun was just shining on his eyelids. His eyelashes fluttered a few times before he opened his eyes.
A strange ceiling, some dazzling light, and myself feeling refreshed after waking up from a good sleep.
My brain started to work slowly, and the memories of yesterday began to slowly return.
He seemed to have gone to Qingshan Town with his friends to drink. They seemed to be drinking peach wine, which tasted sour and sweet and was quite delicious. Then...
And then there was nothing else. The memory stayed on the time when we were drinking happily, and then jumped directly to the present. The process in between was omitted.
"clatter--"
Amid the sound of grass rustling outside the window, he heard footsteps approaching this side. He opened his eyes and quickly jumped up from the bed.
The moment he bounced up, he could see clearly the furnishings in the room and the person who walked in from outside.
This is where the eldest brother lives, and the person who walked in is the eldest brother himself. He paused in his stretching motion, remembering what he had said yesterday not to let the Great Elder and the Senior Brother know about the drinking.
As soon as he finished speaking, he fell asleep at the host's house.
Although I have no recollection of what happened last night, the fact that I was drinking behind people's back has obviously been exposed. Fortunately, the eldest brother and the old man had different tempers, so he didn't scold him. He just came over and said, "Are you still sleeping?"
With his eyes wide open like bells, drunkard Lin, who had just woken up feeling refreshed, quickly shook his head and asked in a tactful way about what happened last night.
"You were drunk, so I went to the tavern and brought you here."
The eldest senior brother sat down beside the bed, glanced at his expression, and said, "I have already told the elder that you came to see me after leaving the academy yesterday, and you slept here because you were tired from playing."
At least one of the two was hiding the truth, and Lin Zhusheng breathed a sigh of relief.
Jumping off the bed, he took the clothes hanging on the side and put them on quickly, and asked, "Did my friends say anything?"
The eldest brother said, "I'll ask you to drink less in the future."
The same reaction as my friends before. Lin Zhusheng said "Oh".
After getting dressed roughly, he turned to look at the neat clothes and the long sword on the waist of the person sitting beside the bed, and asked, "Big Brother, are you going out?"
The eldest brother stood up and said, "Let's go back to Yucheng. If nothing unexpected happens, we should be able to return in a few days."
"Guiyu City?" Lin Zhusheng raised his eyes and said, "Haven't we been there before?"
The eldest brother didn't say much. He casually placed one hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and rubbed the lines on the hilt with his fingers. He just said, "There's something I'm concerned about."
That was because Lin was going on a long journey and was carrying more fruit snacks than he could finish in his lifetime. So he quickly searched his pocket and took out a bunch of fruit snacks. The snacks were considerate and he took two of each and stuffed them all into his hands, until the snacks were so abundant that they were overflowing.
It doesn't feel like a long journey, it feels more like fleeing.
After carefully stacking two more snacks on top of the snack, he was finally satisfied. He clapped his hands and stood up again, saying, "Brother, remember to eat if you're hungry on the way."
I completely forgot the fact that my senior brother and I, who had already passed level 20, were fully capable of fasting.
His concern was always direct and straightforward. The eldest brother smiled and accepted it all.
Since he was going on a long journey, he must have a lot of things to do, so Lin Zhusheng didn't bother him any more and just waved goodbye and left.
It was the first time he stayed out all night after coming back. He did not dare to wander around anywhere else, so he first rode his big sword back to Jingsi Peak.
The good news was that when he returned, although the Great Elder had not yet gone to work at Jingsi Hall, he seemed to be in a good mood and was still helping him water the fields. The bad news was that he was caught as soon as he went down to the fields.
Although I helped water the fields, I still received all the scolding I deserved. Although the drinking issue was saved, the apprentice Lin received a loving lecture on the matter of not returning home at night.
Fortunately, he was not afraid of being scolded. After being taught a lesson, he immediately started to eat snacks for breakfast and passed one to the great elder.
The Great Elder was also tired of scolding, so the two of them sat together and had a simple snack for breakfast.
After finishing the meal, he checked his physical condition as usual. After visual observation and spiritual power detection, and after lying in bed for a few long days, Lin Zhusheng was finally declared cured.
After learning the news of his recovery, he had not yet arranged his plan to pick up trash all over the mountain. The Great Elder took the lead and said, "Since you are fine, you will teach the other disciples on the peak to practice sword from tomorrow."
He raised his eyebrows and said, "You haven't forgotten the sword moves I taught you before, right?"
The corner of his mouth paused, and Lin Zhusheng said: "...Hmm?"
I was careless. This actually happened.
A lot of things happened during this period of time, and he finally remembered that before going to the secret realm, the old man seemed to have told him about this.
Scratching his head, he said carefully, "Aren't you afraid that I might mislead the students?"
The elder patted his head, grabbed his collar and walked to the sword training ground, saying, "If you are afraid of misleading the disciples, practice more."
All direct disciples, especially the chief disciple, have to go through this. Lin Youshen, who is the only direct disciple and therefore also serves as the chief disciple, is more so. In short, this matter has been decided and cannot be changed.
After just a few days of rest, the days of getting up early every day to practice sword began again.
He got up early in the morning and practiced sword skills under the great elder's supreme 1v1 small class teaching. After finishing, he had to quickly pick up the sword and go to the training ground on the peak halfway up the mountain to catch the next game.
Because he overslept in the morning, the time for sword practice was delayed, and the time for him to finish sword practice was also delayed. The time originally reserved for going halfway up the mountain was compressed to almost nothing.
Sitting on the big sword, controlling the sword to fly while eating breakfast, Lin Zhusheng thought for a long time but couldn't figure out why he was always late when he was being taught in class, and he was also late when he was teaching others.
The busier he got, the more confused he became. He realized he had flown past the target, so he quickly changed direction and finally saw the huge crowd of people on the parade ground below.
“Buzz——”
Yesterday they had received the news that the elders' disciples would be teaching on behalf of the great elder starting today. When the huge sword shadow passed overhead, most of the disciples on Jingsi Peak were already on the training ground.
It was almost time for sword practice, but no one had arrived yet and there was constant conversation below.
Those present were all new disciples who had joined in the past two years, including those from the same class as the rumored disciple. After receiving the news yesterday, they made a lot of inquiries, and the information they received could only be described as colorful.
Some people said that they had the impression that the other party was amazing, as he had never gone to any academy before and was nearly expelled from the sect. Other news said that the other party was very hardworking, often topping the list in academy tests and was also very talented.
Another opinion is that the other person is average looking, so it's best not to have the unfounded delusion that someone beautiful will fall in love with me. But there are other voices saying that the person is very good looking, and it seems true, but there are not so many voices, and those who say that he is good looking can't specifically say what's good about him, which makes them seem a lot weaker. Various rumors were passed around, but no one could tell which was true and which was false without having seen the real person.
I don’t know whether this news is true or not, but it is definitely true that the other party is about to be late for the first day of teaching.
It was approaching the time for sword practice. The sun had risen from the distant green hills. The morning mist began to slowly dissipate, and there was no one in sight on the top of the mountain.
There was no figure on the top of the mountain, but behind him, a sword shadow that had passed by before rushed back and rushed towards the training ground, making a clearly audible sound of breaking through the air.
"clang--"
The sound of the bell representing the hour had arrived rang out from the library, mixed with the sound of breaking air and struck into his mind.
The huge sword shadow fell, and the wind it brought up raised dust and fog, which refracted into particles of light in the light.
A pale blue figure jumped down from the sword, his white hair dazzled the eyes as his clothes flew up. The huge sword shadow shrank in an instant when it landed, and quickly disappeared after returning to the person's hand, replaced by an ice-blue long sword in his hand. The snow-white sword body and the cold white hand were particularly consistent.
The man landed at the front of the training ground, and the long sword emitted a cold silver light as it turned. When he turned around, his long hair moved with it, passing between his indifferent eyebrows, and finally was casually tucked behind his ears and fell in front of him.
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