You are on that island, I miss you so much
After Zhao Qianxue and Gu Paner came back from the Buddhist temple, they stayed in an inn. Maybe they had something to do yesterday and didn't come to see Lin Yuan, so they met her today.
"Xiao Yuan, come and sit down. I will teach you how to comb your hair." Zhao Qianxue asked Lin Yuan to sit in front of the dressing table.
Lin Yuan doesn't know how to style any other traditional hairstyles except ponytails and buns. Laziness is a big part of the reason.
Zhao Qianxue noticed this and volunteered to teach her a few hairstyles.
"All girls can braid their hair into a bun, so why can't Lin Yuan do it? She can definitely do a bun that hangs over the ears." Gu Pan'er took a sip of tea, supporting her chin with one hand, revealing her fair wrist with a mutton-fat jade bracelet, giving people a lazy and noble feeling.
"Well... no." Lin Yuan smiled awkwardly.
"Didn't your mother teach you?" Gu Pan'er was indeed just confused, with no intention of mocking him.
"My mother... passed away a long time ago and never taught me."
Gu Paner was about to ask something when she was interrupted by Zhao Qianxue: "Oh, if you don't know how, just learn. There's nothing to be ashamed of. Just drink your tea." The last sentence was said to Gu Paner.
Gu Paner curled her lips, gnashing her teeth with resentment, "Zhao Qianxue, you've changed. You treat me so harshly!"
Zhao Qianxue ignored her, and Gu Paner ran out in anger when she saw this.
"Qianxue, Pan'er is angry. Why don't you go and see her?" Lin Yuan felt that this scene was very familiar.
It's the same in the real world. Even if I don't provoke someone, I'm always at odds with her. Maybe it's reasonable that they are natural enemies.
You know what she means. Don't play dumb. Why are you still smiling at her? Everything is just a fantasy of yours, and it will burst with a poke. Only a cowardly and humble person like you would beg for their charity.
A demon whispered in her ear.
No, it's not. At least Gu Pan'er saved me. She doesn't hate me that much. It's just that our personalities don't match and conflicts are inevitable. Qianxue's feelings are sincere. If I say she's hypocritical, then there is no true friendship in the world.
"Oh, don't worry about her. This young lady should change her temper, otherwise which husband-in-law would want her?"
Lin Yuan pulled the corners of her mouth and forced a faint smile: "Then wait until she calms down, then we can coax her."
Then Lin Yuan and Zhao Qianxue learned several common hairstyles and got the hang of it very quickly. Only then did she realize that I was not a clumsy person.
Later, Zhao Qianxue and Gu Paner went to Huxuemen to deliver the invitation. Two months later, Jinghu Sect would hold a martial arts meeting and invite heroes from all corners of the world to come for a martial arts competition.
Seeing that Gu Pan'er was still angry when they parted, Lin Yuan pinched her sleeves and thought, "Let's wait until she calms down before giving her the hairpin. Giving it to Qianxue alone would seem like excluding her." In the end, neither gift was given.
Two days later, Lin Yuan and the other two returned to Jinghu Sect. As soon as they set foot on the ground, a disciple came and called Yuan Xuanlang away, saying that the elders including his master had something to ask them.
Lin Yuan and Mu Yunxi went back to Letian Palace to rest.
Lin Yuan lay on the bed, lost in thought.
"I don't know when Qianxue and Pan'er will be back.
Before I left, I wrote a letter to Yu Liushang. In order to get him to keep my whereabouts secret, I even threatened to marry him. Fortunately, he wrote back and promised.
Yuan Xuanlang was most likely called by the elders because of the "Lone Star Sword Manual". Would anyone believe it if the sword manual was gone?
System, what will happen if the sword manual mission is not completed?"
System Online: "Dear, due to force majeure deviations between reality and the mission, this mission has been cancelled. Don't worry. Next mission: Read a book a hundred times and its meaning will become clear. Go to Ximo Tower to absorb the knowledge from books! The cumulative score will be 600."
Lin Yuan casually flipped through the novels and storybooks on the round table, such as "The Scholar's Little Fox", "I Act Coquettishly in the Tyrant's Arms", and "Two or Three Things That Must Be Talked About in the Jianghu" (don't be fooled by the serious titles, because after opening them, they are all about the romantic affairs, love and hate between this hero and that heroine, the upright hero and the evil witch, etc.).
These were sent by Yu Liushang, saying that they were to help her relieve her boredom.
"Does reading those novels count?"
System: "No, dear. Only by reading good books can you cultivate a righteous mind and do good deeds. The books in Ximo Tower are all great!"
Lin Yuan felt like she was back to the fear of being forced to read world classics.
Lin Yuan sighed and said helplessly: "Well, I love reading, reading makes me happy."
In Hongshan Hall, Yuan Xuanlang, dressed in black, stood in the center of the hall with an upright yet respectful posture, his phoenix eyes half closed, staring at the ground.
Sitting on the elders' chair in the center of the front of the hall was a white-haired old man who was dignified without being angry. He was the head of Jinghu Sect and the chief elder. Sitting on his left and right were the second elder Wu Wang, the third elder Situ Yikong, and the fourth elder Pei Sizhou.
The headmaster held Master Wukong's letter in his hand, a kind smile on his face, which made people feel majestic. "My nephew has surpassed the master in killing the second elder of the Mutian Sect. He has brought honor to the sect..."
The headmaster, Aba Aba, said a lot, such as keep up the good work and don't be arrogant or impatient, show the style of our sect, the third elder taught the disciples well, and rewarded them with some gold and silver...
The elders responded more or less, except for the fourth elder who had an expressionless face the entire time.
The head of the sect glanced at the fourth elder. Pei Sizhou was only 25 years old, but he became the fourth elder with his superb medical skills and the status of the chief disciple of the old doctor. Unfortunately, he had no martial arts skills and had a bad temper.
Perhaps God is jealous of talented people, so he will have more or less defects.
The second elder, Wu Wang, deliberately coughed to remind Pei Sizhou to speak.
Pei Sizhou's dark eyes were like two bottomless pools, his thin lips outlined a cold arc, and his facial features were as sharp as a knife.
Both of them were dressed in black, one exuded a noble and cold handsomeness that kept strangers away, while the other showed the casual and unrestrained nature of a young man.
Yuan Xuanlang vaguely felt that his gaze was cold, as if it were real, making him feel uneasy.
Pei Sizhou's voice was calm: "God rewards hard work, nephew, please don't let your master and uncle down."
Yuan Xuanlang bowed respectfully and replied, "Yes, I will never forget the teachings of my master and uncles, and will bring glory to our sect!"
The headmaster nodded in satisfaction and let him leave.
Yuan Xuanlang lost his composure after leaving Hongshan Hall. He rubbed his ears and muttered, "Tsk, the old man still talks so much."
After the meeting, Situ Yikong stayed to talk with the headmaster.
The master placed the letter on the candle, and the candlelight instantly licked the letter, and the dust flew away with the wind.
Situ Yikong frowned and said, "Yuan Xuanlang has a naughty and unruly nature. Sect Leader, please don't have too high expectations of him."
The headmaster slowly turned around, raised an eyebrow, and stroked his white beard. "Haha, wasn't Senior Brother also naughty in his youth? Besides, I'm just encouraging those who are new to me, so Junior Brother shouldn't worry about me. Young people should go out and explore the world, and they'll naturally become more restrained in the future."
Situ Yikong sighed and muttered, "Old bastard, you already have your own disciple, but you still want to drag my disciple into this? You must be holding a grudge against me for refusing the position of Sect Leader..."
The headmaster laughed out loud instead of getting angry. "Junior brother, it's been ages since I've heard you tease me like this!"
Situ Yikong also sighed: "It's been so many years. The new generation has replaced the old generation. It's time for us old people to give way..."
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In Ximo Tower, Lin Yuan traveled through the mountains of books and discovered methods of treating depression such as "Xiaoyao San", "Sini Tang" and "Xiao Chaihu Tang". After reading for a long time, he finally decided to copy them down.
After finishing a book within the time specified by the system, Lin Yuan's tense nerves finally relaxed, and he felt reborn and in a good mood.
It was raining heavily and the cool wind was blowing on their hair. Two people were walking among the buildings with umbrellas.
"Senior Sister, are you cold?" Lin Yuan asked with concern.
Mu Yunxi was as gentle as the purple magnolia embroidered on her dress: "It's not cold, but you are wearing thin clothes, be careful not to catch a cold."
"Hmm!" Lin Yuan tilted her head, and her ponytail and golden headband swayed, and the amber glass beads on the headband made a crisp sound.
Returning to the Letian Palace, through a layer of rain and fog, the two saw three familiar figures sitting in the hall.
One of them was wearing a dark blue robe, and even when he was sitting there one could feel his elegance and refinement like a jade tree.
The brown oil-paper umbrella slid down the broken "pearl", Lin Yuan paused, her heartbeat uncontrollably following the raindrops, an answer lingered in her mind, it was Master Shen, Shen Zhaoli!
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