Those days in Jinghu Sect
The master glared at the young man, then said to Lin Yuan, "Disciple, this is your senior brother Yuan Xuanlang, he is used to being out of control. If this kid bullies you again, I will take care of it for you. Well, young people should solve their own problems. I won't bother you anymore." After saying that, he gave Yuan Xuanlang a look and left the hall.
Lin Yuan wondered, this master was a bit unreliable.
Lin Yuan turned around and looked at his cheap senior brother.
He was dressed in a black brocade robe, his figure was like a slender bamboo, with golden silk threads entwined into intricate patterns, intertwined with his three thousand black hairs. His pair of blinking and shining phoenix eyes were slightly upturned, and he smiled with relaxed brows, as if the melted spring sunshine flowed into people's hearts.
"Why does he look so familiar?" Lin Yuan thought. But he still bowed and called him "Senior Brother".
Yuan Xuanlang returned the greeting and said in a slightly more serious tone, "I'm sorry, Junior Sister. I shouldn't have gone to the boat to challenge you to a fight. I just wanted to test your skills. You're as agile as a rabbit, and you're incredibly agile."
Lin Yuan's heart was suddenly struck by thunder and lightning. She didn't know what to say for a moment. She only heard him say, "If Junior Sister is hurt, please find Senior Brother. Senior Brother will take responsibility."
"No, no, since senior brother has no ill intentions, let's let this matter go. Fellow disciples should live in harmony with each other." Lin Yuan "puts the overall situation first". There is no other way. It's their fault that they will meet each other every day in the future.
Yuan Xuanlang smiled in relief. Just as he was about to say something, he heard a gentle female voice, "Is this the new junior sister?"
Lin Yuan looked in the direction of the voice and saw a beautiful lady in a purple dress approaching. Lin Yuan replied, "That's right."
"This is your senior sister Mu Yunxi. Our master now has three apprentices. Haha, we will be a family from now on." Yuan Xuanlang said excitedly.
Mu Yunxi nodded slightly and said gently, "Junior sister, have you ever been to our sect's academy, library, and other places?"
“Not yet”
"That's perfect. Let your senior brother show you around."
Isn't that awkward? But facing her senior sister's gentle smile, Lin Yuan couldn't refuse. Perhaps she had other things to do, so she gave Yuan Xuanlang a standard smile and said, "Thank you, senior brother."
A dragon was carved on the roof, its scales and claws spread out, its whiskers fluttering, as if it were about to take off. Yuan Xuanlang said, "Hongshan Hall, the elders' meeting hall. Several old men come here every few days to chatter, but our master likes quietness and usually doesn't participate except in emergencies."
"A-choo!" A master rubbed his nose and continued drinking.
There are winding corridors, stone paths, and writing desks. The wide banana trees cannot block the lingering scent of ink. "Zhi Mo Zhai, the teachers are all very strict, but strict teachers produce excellent students..." He deliberately emphasized the word "excellent students".
Lin Yuan muttered in his heart: "Could it be that he is referring to himself?" He raised his head and glanced at Yuan Xuanlang, only to see that he was in high spirits and talking incessantly. "Maybe it is true." Although Lin Yuan thought so, he still listened carefully to the "tour guide's" introduction.
Swords, spears, halberds, and cymbals, all gleaming with cold light. "Junior sister, do you want to practice martial arts or study literature? However, I suggest learning both. Practice martial arts for self-defense, and study literature to carry forward the truth."
Lin Yuan thought of what happened on the boat and thought to herself, "Oh, your martial arts training is not just for self-defense."
After a whole day of running around, Lin Yuan collapsed on the bed early. "It really is a big sect... an AA-level scenic spot."
"Congratulations to the host for joining the Jinghu Sect. The mission is completed. You can propose a reward, as long as it does not violate the universal laws of the universe." The system released cheers and fireworks.
Lin Yuan instantly became excited and asked tentatively, "A spiritual medicine for supreme martial arts?"
System: "That goes against common sense. It's not allowed."
"The original owner's identity?"
"Sorry, the system doesn't know."
Lin Yuan rolled her eyes and said, "Haha, let me think..."
"Ah, a diary! I can look back on my memories when I get home."
"Of course you can." The system then displayed several diary styles. "These notebooks have endless paper and come with a pen that never runs out of ink, allowing you to write freely."
Lin Yuan chose a notebook with a picture of white lily of the valley. It felt good, so she gave the system a thumbs up.
That night, the gates separated the spring night, the candlelight flickered by the window, and Lin Yuan wrote on the first page:
It was sunny on March 2, the sixth year of the Qingji era.
I will remember the kindness of Shen Zhaoli in recommending me.
Yuan Xuanlang is a good tour guide, but he actually went to play tricks on me on the boat, which is hateful.
An unreliable master, an unreliable senior brother, a missing senior sister, this family, tsk.
A few days later, Lin Yuan went to Class B and was not in the same class with his seniors because Class B focused on liberal arts, which was in line with Lin Yuan's modern learning focus.
Entering Class B of Zhimozhai, there was a lot of noise. Some were playing cards, some were sleeping, and some were laughing. There was only one person sitting in a seat who was flipping through a book, emitting a sacred glow. Even the hairpin in her black hair could not block the light of learning. She was a top student who "lived in a busy city but was determined to study."
In order to get closer to the top student, Lin Yuan walked to the seat next to the top student and sat down, but she was nervous inside. She pinched her dress and didn't know how to start the conversation. If she had a mobile phone now, she would definitely search for "How to communicate with the top student, urgent".
"Are you the new Junior Sister Lin?" A voice as gentle as an oriole came from the side. Lin Yuan looked up and saw the top student taking the initiative to greet her. "Yes, I am Lin Yuan, and Senior Sister is..."
"Zhao Qianxue, don't call me Senior Sister anymore, just call me Qianxue." Zhao Qianxue smiled sweetly, the dimples under her lips looking like they were filled with honey. Lin Yuan immediately relaxed a lot, no longer so stiff.
After a few words of acquaintance, the two began to brag about each other like sisters, "Xiao Yuan, have you reviewed the Roots of Vegetables? The teacher talked about it yesterday..."
"Xiao Yuan's eyes are so beautiful, like amber."
"Qianxue studies very hard and writes very neatly and beautifully."
"As expected of a top student, he can even figure this out."
The two had a pleasant conversation...
One afternoon, Lin Yuan was reading the Suiyuan Poetry Talk borrowed from Ximo Tower. As the saying goes, "Spring makes you tired, Autumn makes you sleepy, and Summer makes you nap." Moreover, the orioles were singing in the courtyard, and the spring was bright. The sunshine cast a layer of warm light over Lin Yuan.
Lin Yuan fell asleep on the stone table. Senior brother Yuan Xuanlang, who was "passing by", walked over lightly, looked at her for a moment, stretched out his fingers to touch Lin Yuan's eyelashes, and the crow-blue feather fan trembled slightly.
He glanced at the pen and ink on the table, his eyes rolled, and he picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and drew a circle around Lin Yuan's eyes, and then put two dots of ink on either side of her mouth. After completing his masterpiece, he walked away...
Lin Yuan woke up and saw that the sundial pointed to 2 p.m., so he stood up and stretched, went back to the house, took the blunt sword issued by the Jinghu School, and went to the martial arts field for class.
Zhao Qianxue and her best friend Gu Paner, who were passing by, met up with Lin Yuan.
Zhao Qianxue saw her eyes widen and pointed to the side of her eyes: "Lin Yuan, is there... ink here?"
Lin Yuan felt strange and touched it. Then she saw the dark ink on her hand and was shocked: "This...Qianxue, is it all around my eyes?"
"Yeah, like a panda, haha." Zhao Qianxue smiled politely.
"Who did this? Junior Sister Lin, you must find him and teach him a lesson. At worst, I'll help you beat him up." Gu Pan'er held the sword and raised her chin. The warm wind blew, outlining her graceful figure. The hibiscus hairpin in her hair was filled with warm light.
"Let's go to the river to wash first. It's over there." Zhao Qianxue pointed the way.
"Okay, I'll go wash up first. You guys go to the martial arts training ground and help me explain to Instructor Liu."
"Well, don't worry, Junior Sister. I will take care of the teaching." Zhao Qianxue replied.
Lin Yuan ran to the river, took a picture of his face, and said that looking like a panda was fine, but he clearly looked like a terminally ill patient, with two big dark circles under his eyes, but his eyes were dark amber and his skin was fair. This contrast highlighted a strange and weird feeling, three parts panda-like, four parts zombie-like, two parts innocent, and ten parts angry.
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