The next day, Qi Rong went to unseal Zhuge Hongming as usual. This time, Qing He, unusually, did not go with him, but instead went to the library.
Tianqi Academy is magnificent, with rare and lush vegetation along the way, which is well-trimmed, elegant and beautiful.
Strolling along the narrow path, Qinghe felt the air was exceptionally fresh today.
She stretched out a hand, her fingertips brushing against the lush green branches. The verdant leaves released wisps of spiritual energy as they touched her palm, swirling around her fingers and disappearing into Qinghe's body.
Upon seeing this, Qinghe frowned.
Logically speaking, she doesn't have a wood elemental root, nor does she have much preference for plants, so she doesn't possess a temperament that makes them feel friendly. However, today's situation makes her a little puzzled.
Moreover, this does not appear to be the first time this has happened.
I vaguely remember that there was a similar event when the Tianqi Kingdom held a flower-viewing ceremony and wine offering. The only difference was that the object of the ceremony was not leaves, but flowers.
The gentle and vibrant spiritual energy seeped into Qinghe's body. Far from feeling uncomfortable, she felt joyful and full of energy, as if a long-awaited rain had nourished her soul.
Qinghe stared at his hands for a while, then walked toward the library.
Luo Fan told her that the library had been renovated and opened early in the morning, so she came.
Upon entering, one could see many disciples already reading on the first floor, their demeanor quite quiet, the entire library so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
At the entrance, there was a square table with several neatly folded sheets of paper on it. An old man with gray hair and a long beard sat in front of the table, looking very old.
He was resting his head on one hand, his eyes closed, taking a nap.
Qinghe withdrew her gaze and walked inside, but as soon as she reached a position level with the table, she suddenly encountered a strong resistance, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not move forward.
It's a barrier.
She stood there for a moment, then turned her head to look at the old man.
With a slight shift in her gaze, she walked towards the square table. Seeing the old man still snoring and making noises, she didn't pay any attention. She picked up the brush next to her and slowly wrote her name on the paper.
The ink touched the paper and disappeared in a moment. Then Qinghe saw a flash of light on the old man's forehead, but he seemed not to feel anything. He switched hands to prop his head up and continued to sleep, this time with his head turned inward.
As she continued forward, Qinghe clearly felt the resistance disappear. She passed through the barrier and entered the library without any hindrance.
The three-story library is vast, far surpassing the Heavenly Book Pavilion of the Qingyun Sect in both size and decoration; its vast collection of books is no joke.
Unfortunately, that's where the difficulty lies. Qinghe isn't someone who has the patience to search through books. With so many books and such complicated classifications, finding the book she wants to read precisely is a real challenge.
Desiring help, she spoke up.
"Young master, could you please..."
"Shh." He was interrupted before he could finish speaking.
She glanced around; no one seemed to be paying attention. After a moment's thought, she whispered, "Young master, I'm sorry to trouble you..."
"Shh!"
Qinghe hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Young master, you..."
"Shh..."
He drew out his voice for a very long time, and only stopped when he was almost out of breath.
Qinghe: "..."
Faced with Qing and Wusheng's questions, the man did not answer, but simply took the book aside and continued his research.
It's better to rely on yourself than on others, so Qinghe decided to find it himself.
Using her heart as her eyes and her spirit as her perception, Qinghe quickly flipped through the books in the library, spending nearly an hour browsing through all the books in the library. Unfortunately, she couldn't find the information she wanted about refining the Lu Yuan Dan.
Looking at the books filling the building, she was slightly lost in thought, and casually picked up a book from a shelf and held it in her hand.
She didn't know how much time had passed when she noticed someone watching her. She turned her head and saw Liu Yuntai.
“It’s you.”
For some reason, she felt that Liu Yuntai's gaze was somewhat strange.
Liu Yuntai covered his lips with his fist and coughed lightly, saying, "Miss Qinghe truly has deep feelings for Young Master Qi."
Qinghe raised an eyebrow. Has she been showing off her relationship lately?
"Oh? How do you know?"
Liu Yuntai said gently, "I can tell just by looking at the book in your hand."
Qinghe looked down at the book and saw seven characters written on the cover: "The Man's Guide to Strengthening Yang and Promoting Fertility".
Qinghe felt extremely embarrassed, so much so that she almost burst out laughing on the spot.
She composed herself and said casually, "For a man, good health is the most important thing; nothing else matters, right?"
Liu Yuntai didn't know whether to nod or not, so he just said ambiguously, "I don't know either..."
Qinghe calmly put the book back in its place, and while doing so, he chatted casually with Liu Yuntai, saying, "As the old saying goes, if your kidneys are healthy, he's healthy, and if he's healthy, I'm healthy too. Everything else is meaningless. Actually, I think you should read more books like this."
She changed the subject, her gaze sweeping over Liu Yuntai. "Look at your slender frame, so thin and frail. It's obvious you're not in good health. I sincerely advise you to take good care of yourself and not to deplete your internal energy. Otherwise, it will be bad for your wife and your descendants, understand?"
"Cough cough cough..."
These words made Liu Yuntai cough even more, and his slightly louder cough attracted a lot of attention.
Qinghe noticed that his ears were a little red, and thought to herself that he was another innocent young man. She couldn't help but sigh and went over to pat him on the back.
Given the propriety of men and women not touching, she kept a distance and used the back of her hand, but even so, Liu Yuntai could still feel a slight warmth from her back and a faint fragrance emanating from her body.
After finally stopping coughing, Liu Yuntai indicated that he was fine. Seeing this, Qinghe stopped talking to him and turned to leave the library.
Liu Yuntai watched her walk out the door, and only looked away after a long while.
...
In the riverside pavilion, Yu Zhi Qiu leaned against the railing, gazing at the lake. Her demeanor was no longer as sharp as it had been during the martial arts competition; instead, it appeared elegant and gentle against the backdrop of the lake.
Beside her were Mi'er and Hongxi.
Mi'er has always disliked Hongxi, but after being intimidated by Hongxi last time, although she still occasionally makes sarcastic remarks, she mostly ignores her.
She refused to admit that it was caused by her fear of Hongxi, and simply thought that she was being kind and too lazy to target her.
But at this moment, she couldn't help but feel a little angry, and her gaze towards Hongxi was quite unfriendly.
Hongxi sat languidly on the bench in the pavilion, her eyes like water, with a hint of allure at the corners. Her whole demeanor seemed to have changed; she was no longer timid and weak, but exuded a hidden strength and danger.
She's clearly just a good-for-nothing who plays music and begs for food, so how did she become so arrogant? Her demeanor is even more like that of a rich young lady than Yu Zhi Qiu's, but that face constantly reminds her that this is impossible.
How could someone with such an ordinary appearance compare to her young mistress!
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