It was two days later when Ye Qiao finished copying all the books. Xue Yu and Ming Xuan had little to do with the matter, so Steward Yu did not make things difficult for them. He just waved his hand and let them go.
The only person left was Ye Qiao.
"Have you copied everything?"
"I've copied it." She hung her head, feeling as if her body was hollowed out.
Manager Yu flipped through the pages and took a look. Then the corners of his mouth twitched. He had to say that Ye Qiao's handwriting could be described as unique and horrible.
But he had no choice, he could only find a few disciples with good handwriting to copy it again another day.
He glanced at Ye Qiao and said, "Come with me."
Ye Qiao followed as he was told. Steward Yu walked along the long revolving building all the way to the third floor. The talisman books that had been messed up before were now neatly arranged. After he put the missing books on the bookshelf, he squatted down and took out a few fragments from somewhere.
The yellowed paper looked fragile and thin. Elder Yu carefully picked up the scroll and said in a deep voice, "How about helping me, little girl?"
Ye Qiao wisely did not agree, but just said, "What help?" It seemed that most people could not help with this kind of help. She did not want to take on unnecessary trouble, so she might as well go to sleep instead of wasting time.
Elder Yu was speechless for a moment because of her cautious attitude.
He finally understood that this kid didn't play by the rules at all. When other disciples heard about this, they would have quickly agreed without asking so many questions.
"These scrolls were left by our Changming Sect's founder for the younger generation to learn from." He said, "They contain many ancient recipes for elixirs."
Ye Qiao listened to him talking nonstop, as if he was still reminiscing about the glorious days of Changming Sect. She had to interrupt him, "Then Elder, what do you want to do by calling me here? Normally, I would have fallen asleep at this time."
Elder Yu, who was interrupted again, glared at her unhappily, "Our ancestor is one of the few in the entire cultivation world who can practice both sword and alchemy."
"If the fragments of the scroll he left behind were released casually, they would cause a fight among monks from all walks of life."
Ye Qiao: “Oh.”
Elder Yu said, "Since you can remember the scroll in the image stone, then the ancient fragments should be no problem, right?"
Ye Qiao, who was given the task in a critical moment, had a frown on his face and couldn't help but remind him, "Elder, I am a human, not a god."
If she read all the ancient fragments, wouldn’t her sea of consciousness be drained?
Steward Yu hesitated for a moment, "...So what do you mean?"
"You can read, but it costs extra money." She said seriously, "After all, my sleep time is precious."
When it comes to money, Elder Yu's face darkens. Doesn't she know the situation of Changming Sect? They are so poor that they can't even afford to eat, and yet they still need money.
"I can give you a bottle of medicine." After thinking about it, considering that Ye Qiao was a rebellious person, he was also worried that she would quit, so he spoke with pain.
He is not only the manager of the library, but also the manager of Danfeng Dan Pavilion. He has the right to provide some elixirs for the sect.
Ye Qiao's smile faded and he waved his hand: "Forget it, I choose to give up."
She hates studying the most, of course, that would be a different story if she were paid.
What use is she having a bottle of pills if she has no money?
"I'm going to bed." The girl said and was about to go out.
"Wait." Seeing that she was about to leave, Yu Guanshi panicked and added hastily, "Add two more bottles."
Ye Qiao yawned, looking lazy, "Forget it, I'd better take a nap instead."
Steward Yu gritted his teeth and said, "Come back."
Apparently he gradually realized that unless he gave him something valuable, this little bastard would never compromise easily.
"As long as you copy down these ancient books word for word, you can choose any elixir from the medicine cabinet."
This is already the biggest concession made by the stingy people of Changming Sect.
Ye Qiao decisively took a step back and smiled brightly: "Deal."
Manager Yu: “…” For some reason, I felt like I was being tricked.
None of them dared to open the ancient fragments easily. It was very fragile and would turn into ashes in a cup of tea once opened.
Ye Qiao did not have this worry. She probed her spiritual sense into the room, and opened her eyes again when the world was spinning. The scene in front of her gradually became unfamiliar. The furnishings around her were also from the library, but not as gorgeous as they were now.
She approached and saw an old man making an elixir.
He kept mumbling to himself.
"Wormwood, Ningyou Flower... Oh. The dogs in the sect are starving to death, yet you're still thinking about refining pills." He pinched his waist and sneered twice, "When I have money, I'll go home and feed the pigs."
Ye Qiao: “…” I didn’t expect that the ancestors of Changming Sect were all quite thoughtful.
To be honest, if conditions allowed, she would also like to go home and raise pigs.
Although the old man was mumbling to himself, his hands never stopped moving. He condensed the pill, controlled the fire, and selected the spiritual plants in one go.
Finally, he made complicated incantations with his hands, and a golden floating seal flew into the alchemy furnace. About a cup of tea later, the lid of the furnace was opened, and white hot steam rose up around it. The pills in the furnace were round and smooth, and looked very pleasing to the eye.
Ye Qiao sat cross-legged beside him, watching every step of the other party's alchemy process, and carefully wrote down the hand gestures of the spell before leaving.
After reading this fragment, her head was buzzing.
I also feel a little nauseous and want to vomit.
Ye Qiao came back to her senses and looked down to find that her nose was bleeding again. She wiped the blood silently, thought for a moment, picked up the pen and started copying down the recipe. It was not difficult to remember, and each time the recipe was made, there was a person demonstrating it, just like watching TV, which was much easier than memorizing.
After a moment, she said, "It's done."
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