Chapter 82 Skipping Class
There are ten spiritual veins alone!
Not to mention the shelves upon shelves of books, and all sorts of other odds and ends, all arranged with exceptional neatness. Any one of them would make you envious; it had everything imaginable.
Did he rob two realms and three domains?
It's obvious that a lot of effort was put in.
Jiang Xianwan never expected that the wealth in the spatial mustard seed was so vast, so vast that it frightened her.
She sensed it briefly and glanced at the fish that was still trembling and afraid to breathe.
The fish, whose brains were rarely sharp enough, trembled its tail and silently replied: He saved it up.
It seems that it was after Jiang Xianwan left Wuyun Palace for the second time that its master took it with him to search for spiritual veins and treasures.
The fish didn't understand and was greatly shocked.
It's nice that the owner takes it out for occasional outings, letting it exercise and relax.
Who knew...
He had fallen in love.
They only treat fish as laborers.
Aside from the Wuyun Palace, the Lingxu Ruins, and this fish, he left nothing else.
In the end, the fish still ended up living a hard life with him.
As a result, it was implicated in Jiang Xianwan's case, preventing it from being awarded to him.
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
She put the spatial mustard seed back into Di Yin's hand, saying, "I'll give it to you later."
She doesn't need Di Yin's compensation.
He should make amends to Jiang Xingxing.
To make up for it myself.
Although he didn't know, and although the matter was still a tangled mess.
Di Yin's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the tears in his eyes froze in astonishment and disbelief.
His heart was pounding like a thunderclap, making him tremble uncontrollably.
No, I don't want it every night...
Wanwan said...
after!
A sudden roar went through his mind, his pupils dilated to their maximum, and the light and shadow in his eyes swirled like wheels, creating a hazy, intoxicating atmosphere, as if he were drunk.
Stunned for an unknown amount of time, shimmering ripples gradually spread in her eyes, and she said in a soft, dazed voice, "I...I'll listen to you."
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
no.
Jiang Xianwan had a headache and naturally couldn't say that all of this was because of Jiang Xingxing.
Her silence caused the light in the Northern Emperor's eyes to instantly ignite into two small, flickering flames, and a blush quickly spread across his snow-white cheeks as his heart surged like a tidal wave.
She lowered her butterfly-wing-like eyelashes foolishly and began to fold the handkerchief with trembling hands.
Anyone who didn't know better would think that handkerchief was his lifeline.
Yun Weize: "..."
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
The Northern Emperor's hands were still trembling slightly as he struggled with the handkerchief for a long time. Under the unspoken and speechless gazes of two pairs of eyes, he finally folded the handkerchief neatly.
He carefully tucked the handkerchief into the fabric closest to his heart.
Her voice was as soft as frost.
"Wanwan..."
for a long time.
"I will be good."
Then he cautiously added, "I'll go to the North-South Grand Competition with Yu."
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
Jiang Xianwan didn't look at him again, only hearing the soft rustling of the fabric.
She looked up at her reflection in the teacup, gazing into the distance, her gaze piercing through the clouds of mist piled up like wool.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but the soft, gentle clinking sound of fingertips tapping on a jade cup pulled her back to reality.
In the instant Jiang Xianwan turned her gaze, she concealed all her thoughts.
The awkwardness of resolving old household chores in front of Yun Weize made him feel a little uncomfortable at this moment.
But not many.
"Um... are you still going to watch it or not?"
"What?"
"The sword that came with me."
Yun Weize gave a casual, indistinct "hmm" and said vaguely, "Fine, I'll follow you... Di Yin is sticking with you too."
Jiang Xianwan: "..." What a remark.
Sensing that the Southern Emperor's mood was a bit off, he immediately abandoned the idea of asking him if he knew the origin of the Marked Sword.
Jiang Xianwan quickly stood up and said, "This disciple takes his leave."
Yun Weize lifted his eyes and stared at her intently.
The latter's movement of getting up was unconsciously stiff.
For some reason, Jiang Xianwan seemed to have received some kind of signal and sat back down with a blank expression.
The two stared at each other, wide-eyed.
Yun Weize's gaze was indifferent.
Jiang Xianwan began to doubt himself.
The two of them, one bottling it up, the other enduring it.
Jiang Xianwan's eyes were dry from staring, and he gradually had the illusion that a pile of nails had grown out of his buttocks.
"Please... say something."
Why are you staring at her like that?
Yun Weize lowered his eyes and placed two large bowls on the table, which seemed quite out of place with his handsome appearance.
Jiang Xianwan gave a strange look and pondered for a moment, "Your Majesty, you're such a novice, is it appropriate to use such a big bowl?"
Yun Weize: "...?"
This is the first time someone has called him "Southern Emperor's Dish".
Yun Weize's facial features seemed to stiffen for a moment, or perhaps it was just an illusion.
He twitched his cheek almost imperceptibly, then swept the bowl away with a flick of his sleeve. "Use the jar."
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
If you can't even drink from a bowl, why would you need a jar?
He sighed inwardly.
No wonder he's worthy of being called God; that damned competitive spirit.
He's a typical example of someone who's bad at games but loves to have fun.
An hour later, Jiang Xianwan glanced down arrogantly at the Southern Emperor, who was slumped on the table, his eyelashes drooping listlessly, and then drifted away with half a jar of wine in his hand.
Little vegetable, you still dare to use a jar with her?
Overestimating one's abilities.
Jiang Xianwan leaped over the treetops and landed on the roof of the side courtyard of Fengyi Terrace.
At this moment, the blazing sun shines over the entire Taixu Sect, the sky is azure, the clouds are light and fluffy, and the distant waterfall shimmers with silver light like fish scales.
Jiang Xianwan rested her head on her arm, her gaze following the crane as it soared through the air.
A moment later, three boys lightly touched the ground with their toes and landed gently beside her.
Lin Yujin lay down beside her, mimicking her posture, and said, "So beautiful."
Su Qingliu and Bai Ziye then leisurely lay down on one side.
A flowing blue robe, a blue hairband, a picture of serene tranquility.
Sunlight filtered through her fingers, casting flickering shadows. Su Qingliu's gaze followed the departing bird into the distance. "It's like a dream."
Jiang Xianwan smiled and said, "Yes."
It's like a dream.
Bai Ziye muttered, "Yeah, who would have thought that one day we would become the personal disciples of the Sword Master and the disciples of the number one sect in the Southern Territory."
Lin Yujin turned to look at them, "To be honest, I do miss our broken mountain."
"Even without the elders' instruction, we were still happy just flipping the wok. As soon as Hua Meiren opened her eyes, she would chase after us and beat us up. The eldest brother would practice his sword at night and blow up the second brother's thatched hut. The second brother would set up formations and stick talismans everywhere to launch sneak attacks. The junior sister was like a wild monkey, causing trouble for everyone and impossible to guard against. She was singled out and doted on by Hua Meiren."
Lin Yujin became more and more sorrowful as she spoke, "It's still better to be in Broken Mountain. The sect is big, and there are so many rules. They don't even allow disciples to sell pills and talismans in private!"
In the end, the last sentence is the key point!
Bai Ziye let out a miserable "hiss".
Jiang Xianwan and Su Qingliu exchanged a glance, their understanding quite unspoken.
At the same time, he said, "Let's go!"
"Where are you going?!" Lin Yujin sat up abruptly, wide awake. "To betray the sect?!"
Bai Ziye punched him on the head, "Idiot! You went to the black market!"
What are clan rules?
What are clan rules?
At worst, we can just have another meal of bamboo shoots stir-fried with pork.
It doesn't matter, they're tough as nails.
The four of them decisively skipped their afternoon classes and sneaked out of the Taixu Sect.
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