Chapter 31 The Crazy Senior Brother Loves Me Fiercely
Chen Huaiyu's expression lit up immediately. She turned around and looked at Ji Fuguang expectantly: "Junior brother, have you changed your mind? It's just a small favor, it won't take you long. You can choose whatever you want from everything in my cave!"
"..." Ji Fuguang paused subtly for a moment, then asked, "Elder Chen, are you referring to those wine jars in your cave?"
"Hehe," Chen Huaiyu chuckled twice, and before Ji Fuguang could speak, he quickly took out a wine jar from his storage bag. "Junior brother, I knew you were always eager to help others and do good deeds. Don't worry, I've prepared everything, including wine jars and pots."
She deliberately patted her waist, and Sheng Zhiyi then noticed that Chen Huaiyu was wearing a wine gourd on her waist.
This Elder Chen is truly a heavy drinker.
"Let's go, I've already rented the training room, let's go now." Chen Huaiyu carried books in one hand and a wine jar in the other, taking the lead and walking ahead, afraid that Ji Fuguang might suddenly change his mind.
When practicing sword techniques and spells, if one encounters unfamiliar moves, one often loses control of one's spiritual energy, thus harming innocent bystanders.
Therefore, each floor of the library has a martial arts practice area. By using spatial secrets to overlap, anyone who pays a certain amount of spirit stones can enter to practice sword techniques and spells without disturbing others.
The fact that the martial arts training room was rented out for brewing wine is probably a first in the history of the Tianyan Sect.
The entrance to the martial arts training room was located at the edge of each floor. Sheng Zhiyi watched expectantly as Ji Fuguang walked further and further away.
Her chance has come!
Even after Ji Fuguang had completely disappeared from sight, Sheng Zhiyi still didn't dare to move. She cautiously waited for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and only when she saw that Ji Fuguang really had no intention of returning did she finally come out from behind the bookshelf.
In the library, bookshelves were arranged in layers. Sheng Zhiyi casually took a book from the shelf, walked to the spot where Ji Fuguang had just been, sat down, and placed the book on the table.
Her movements were so fluid and natural, and her demeanor so composed, as if this position rightfully belonged to her.
Sheng Zhiyi mentally gave herself a perfect score for her performance.
Looking down, I saw the title of the book: "The Crazy Senior Brother's Fierce Love: No Way to Escape".
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Is that correct?
Next to it was the book Ji Fuguang had just read, a thick volume titled "History and Records of the Tianyan Sect".
The difference between the two is simply too great.
Sheng Zhiyi blushed and quickly hid the book under the historical records. She couldn't help but feel annoyed. Who was it that was so good at hiding things, burying such a story about worldly affairs among a pile of dry and boring books, causing her to accidentally pick it up? It was really damaging to her reputation.
Seeing that no one was around, Sheng Zhiyi didn't care about anything else and quickly looked for scraps of paper on the table.
Ji Fuguang was very disciplined in his work. The original documents and bamboo slips were placed on top, the inkstone was on the side, the books were neatly arranged below, and even a few thin scraps of paper were placed on the side.
Sheng Zhiyi picked up a few pieces of waste paper.
She wasn't very proficient in calligraphy, but she could still see that the strokes were strong and vigorous, full of life. I really don't know what Ji Fuguang's criteria were. Was this considered a rejected draft?
Sheng Zhiyi picked up the brush and wrote several characters of varying sizes on the paper:
A sliver of moonlight peeks through the pines, its clear light still shining for you.
She sat at the table, quietly waiting for her points to accumulate.
After a cup of tea, the countdown continues.
What happened?
Why is it that even though two people are writing on the same piece of paper, it still doesn't count as writing together?
Sheng Zhiyi frowned, her eyes fixed on the line of task requirements.
"To write a poem together with Ji Fuguang".
So, is it necessary to write a poem?
She looked at her own handwriting on the paper, lost in thought.
She wrote this poem; all ten characters were written by her, so it cannot be considered a joint work.
Fortunately, some words from the poem she chose did indeed appear on this piece of paper.
Sheng Zhiyi felt relieved and picked up her pen again, circled the character "松" (pine) written by Ji Fuguang, and added "际露微月，清光犹为君" (The moon shines faintly at the edge of the dew, its clear light still shines for you).
After waiting quietly for a moment, Sheng Zhiyi looked over expectantly.
The countdown continues!
what is going on?
What went wrong with this task?
Sheng Zhiyi frowned and began to study the document again.
Writing together, writing together, that means writing together.
The ink on this paper had long since dried, and a considerable amount of time had passed, so it cannot be considered as written together.
Sheng Zhiyi suddenly realized.
So, does it have to be that Ji Fuguang just finished writing and tore it up, and she immediately rushed over, picked up the scrap with lightning speed, and left, all while writing furiously as she ran?
Sheng Zhiyi closed her eyes in pain.
How am I supposed to get this done?!
Before she could come up with a solution, she faintly heard a soft sound.
For some reason, she had a feeling that Ji Fuguang had returned.
Sheng Zhiyi hurriedly packed her things, but didn't forget to take the book "Crazy Senior Brother Loves Me Hard" and hid behind the bookshelf again.
Just as I hid behind the bookshelf, I heard Chen Huaiyu's voice:
"Junior brother, you are truly amazing! You actually figured out this technique in no time!"
Her voice was full of surprise, and she exuded a faint aroma of wine.
"Senior sister, about what you promised me..." Ji Fuguang began softly.
His voice was as always, carrying a faint smile, but Sheng Zhiyi couldn't see his expression at this moment. Unfazed by the smile, she instead sensed a hint of confident ease in his voice...
"Don't worry, I won't forget!" Chen Huaiyu was even happier and patted his chest in agreement.
Before Ji Fuguang could speak, she said hurriedly, "Junior brother, you go ahead and do your work. I will definitely mention this to the sect leader later. I'll be going now."
"There's no need to report this to the sect leader." Ji Fuguang paused subtly, then chuckled, "Take care, Senior Sister."
Chen Huaiyu was eager to go back and have a good drink, so when he heard Ji Fuguang say goodbye, he turned around and left, his steps quickening.
Sheng Zhiyi sighed heavily in her heart.
Chen Huaiyu has gone back, so who else can take Ji Fuguang away?
Even if she took Ji Fuguang away, it wouldn't matter. She wrote it countless times on scrap paper, but it still wouldn't count as completing the mission.
Using the bookshelf as cover, she quietly distanced herself from the other person and returned to the quiet corner where they had started, finding a place to sit down.
With one hand supporting her cheek, Sheng Zhiyi focused her attention on the task in her mind.
The countdown continues.
04:13:48.
After pondering for a while, she became convinced that it must be as she had just guessed, and that she had to start with the words that Ji Fuguang had just written.
Therefore, she was determined to steal the paper that Ji Fuguang had just written on.
Forcibly taking it away was definitely out of the question. With her cultivation level, she would be caught within five steps, and she didn't want to be inferior to Ji Fuguang.
So what should we do...?
Sheng Zhiyi thought back carefully. The book "History of Tianyan Sect" was very thick, and it would definitely take several days to copy it. When she went over just now, she saw that the inkstone on the table had produced a lot of ink. Could it be that Ji Fuguang would take these things away every day?
This corner on the fourth floor is secluded, and the bookshelves are filled with obscure and difficult volumes. Apart from upright gentlemen like Ji Fuguang, no one would come here to carefully study these books.
so……
Sheng Zhiyi boldly speculated that Ji Fuguang would leave everything on the table there and come back the next day to continue copying.
All she had to do was wait until the library closed and Ji Fuguang left, then secretly take the book she had just copied, and write a poem following Ji Fuguang's handwriting!
The more Sheng Zhiyi thought about it, the more sense it made.
She had made up her mind. For now, she would sit here, gaze into the distance, and see who could sit longer than Ji Fuguang.
Before she could make up her mind for long, Sheng Zhiyi slumped onto the table, feeling bored, and couldn't help but let out a big yawn.
I got up and quietly looked over. Ji Fuguang was still sitting at the table, his back straight, his demeanor elegant, copying meticulously.
That's incredible self-control! Is this the world of academic superstars?
Sheng Zhiyi wanted to find a book to pass the time, but all around him were dry and boring books, such as "The True Source of Xuanmen: A Comprehensive Overview of Sect Regulations and a Detailed Explanation of Disciple Behavior Norms" and "A Collection of Textual Research on the True Explanation of Ancient Talismans: An Analysis of the Causes of Invalid Talismans"...
With just one glance, Sheng Zhiyi felt she could remain celibate for thirty years.
But she dared not stray too far from the book, fearing that something might happen to Ji Fuguang and prevent her from completing her mission.
After much deliberation, Sheng Zhiyi turned her gaze to the table and looked at the book, "The Crazy Senior Brother Loves Me Fiercely."
For some reason, the word "senior brother" always made her feel uneasy. If Ji Fuguang saw this book, would he think she was coveting him?
Heaven and earth can bear witness, she had absolutely no such intention; she simply couldn't find any other books.
After a struggle, Sheng Zhiyi carefully turned the first page of "Crazy Senior Brother".
They watched it with complete absorption.
Having finally finished reading this novel that combines redemption literature, forced marriage, and a wife-chasing tragedy, Sheng Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief.
Such a moving and epic story is truly a rare find!
I wonder which sister hid this book here. She has such good taste.
She returned to the bookshelf and carefully put the book back in its original place.
On the left is "On the Clarity of the Dao Mind and Resistance to External Demonic Intrusion: An Analysis Based on 3,600 Cases of Illusory Realms of the Mind," and on the right is "The Essence of Sect Affairs Management: Standardized Practices from the Scheduling of Spiritual Fields to the Auditing of Monthly Allowances for Miscellaneous Disciples."
In the middle is "Crazy Senior Brother's Fierce Love: No Way to Escape".
They complement each other perfectly.
Not long after the books were placed down, the tranquil bells hanging from the eaves of each floor of the library started to chime without any wind, filling the room with their clear, melodious sounds.
This is a reminder to the disciples that they are about to leave.
Sheng Zhiyi turned to look out the window. The sun slowly sank behind the rolling mountain ridges, and the sunset cast a brilliant glow on the crimson clouds. The indigo blue of the sky gradually deepened, and twilight quietly enveloped everything from all directions.
The countdown in my mind's eye is already 00:10:39.
Using the bookshelf as cover, Sheng Zhiyi gradually approached Ji Fuguang.
Ji Fuguang had already put down his pen and was tidying up the things on the table.
Does he intend to take all of these things with him?
Sheng Zhiyi was surprised and uncertain, but then she saw him close the book and stand up.
Thankfully, just as she expected, Ji Fuguang wasn't planning to put these things into the storage bag.
However, before Sheng Zhiyi could feel at ease, Ji Fuguang casually placed a restriction on the table, and a golden light formed a barrier that enveloped the tabletop.
This guy is way too vigilant!
Who would steal your sect's historical records?
The countdown has now reached 00:05:16.
Sheng Zhiyi was both angry and anxious. As Ji Fuguang left, she rushed out from behind the bookshelf.
She took out a teacup from her storage bag and tentatively placed it towards the barrier.
She took it when she was angry. Ji Fuguang was giving her a cold shoulder, so she told him to stay thirsty all day and not drink a drop of water.
At this moment, touching the barrier with a teacup imbued with Ji Fuguang's aura caused the barrier to ripple with golden light, like flowing water, before slowly opening.
Before Sheng Zhiyi could even catch her breath, she quickly picked up her pen, circled the character "moon" on the paper that Ji Fuguang had just copied, and wrote down the poem: "A faint moon shines through the pines, its clear light still shines for you."
She immediately focused her attention on her mind.
However, the countdown continues.
00:01:49.
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