Chapter 203: The Supreme Sect is the King of Scrolls!

Lin Du returned to the painful time of companionship and taking medicine. Fortunately, she did have something important to discuss with Feng Chao.

"The body of the eighth senior brother has not been found yet, but his puppets are really everywhere. Yuan Ye's dragon energy is also behind him. Now Yuan Ye's dragon energy has..."

Lin Du took the official report of the cultivation world and read it for a while, his eyes gradually focused, "This matter has spread throughout the cultivation world. Fu Sifang is really not opened by the Wenfu family?"

This is a good question, but Fu Sifang has been in the cultivation world for thousands of years, and its main purpose is to be neutral. No matter whether you are a human, a demon or a monster, you are treated equally and must follow the rules.

Feng Chao was too lazy to read the official report, so Lin Du read it and summarized the key points.

"What do you think?"

"That's a good thing. A genius who has lost his aura and has become silent will never be coveted by others. Dogs passing by will lick him."

Just like Lin Du's meat is too little and stuck in his teeth, even the evil demons won't eat it.

Feng Chao smiled and kept writing, "Have you completed the homework assigned by your seventh senior sister today?"

Lin Du swallowed the speculation and guesses that were about to reach his throat, lowered his head and took out the half-painted paper, and picked up the pen with hatred.

What kind of good person can draw all the scenery he saw in nearly three hundred days in seven days? Why not let her draw a painting of a thousand miles of rivers and mountains in seven days?

"Don't complain to your senior sister. She said she has never seen you like flowers, plants, rivers and mountains. You are not sensitive to the changes of the four seasons. You can't resonate with the heaven and earth. How can you achieve the great Dao in the future?"

Lin Du was nagged so much that he drew a Peppa Pig with his pen. After reacting, he decided to make the best of it and glued a few pieces of paper together. It would be fine if he really drew a picture of a thousand miles of rivers and mountains. Anyway, it was a small one, so he could cover it up.

Lin Du built a pavilion in the air and built a pavilion on Peppa Pig, with mountains and pine trees, just to get by.

So seven days later, Feng Yi opened the scroll and found that Lin Du had honestly drawn a long scroll. He felt that he had really grown up and was knowledgeable when he went out. He took the scroll to show off to his second senior brother.

"The framework is quite good, although it is a bit technical and lacks artistic conception, but it is also noteworthy, but..."

Cangli's hand touched a very small area, which was a pavilion halfway up the green mountain on the edge of the paper, "Is the brush and ink dirty?"

Obviously not, there are well-known faces, one circle and two circles, like a snowman, but it is not right, it is ridiculously rough among the light ink of the mountains and rivers, and even a little funny. It

was probably drawn with the brush and ink for tracing, and it is very small. You really can't notice it unless you look closely.

"Is this child...careless?" Cangli pondered the words.

Feng Yi didn't think this was carelessness. Lin Du had never been careless. It was all intentional, deliberate, and long-planned.

"You said... Is it the rebellious period? Don't want to study hard?"

The brothers and sisters were shocked by this guess.

However, Yuan Ye who passed by kindly reminded, "When did the little master stop being rebellious?"

Cang Li thought about it, "Really?"

Feng Yi calmed down, "That's right."

Before, seeing her writing from big characters to small characters, I really thought that her temper had been tempered, but she still needed to be tempered.

So Lin Du happily received a month of extra training.

The person concerned expressed great regret, very regretful.

Feng Chao sometimes got used to him, but Feng Yi never got used to her.

It's probably the difference between a class teacher and a dean of the teaching department.

For a month, Lin Du was like a wandering soul, with his arms hanging down and dangling. Cang Li went to the study once and saw the little junior sister concentrating on practicing calligraphy. She went to get water without even looking up and almost drank the water on the table as tea.

Cang Li couldn't help but pull Feng Yi outside the study to discuss, "Don't push the little junior sister too much. How old is that child? Not everyone practices like you until their hands shake but refuses to stop."

Feng Yi was still the same, as dignified and proper as the matchstick figure that Lin Du occasionally drew out of madness. He just glanced at him when he heard it, "Why didn't you say anything when you first learned to play musical instruments and your hands bled?"

Lin Du overheard through the window and realized that the Supreme Sect was all masters of scrolls!

"No, what do you want to do? She is a formation master, why do you insist on her drawing those pictures? Just to temper her character? Why not come to my place and listen to some music to purify her soul."

Cangli was talking, and suddenly thought of something, and slowly took a step back, "Feng Yi, you don't expect Lin Du to enter Tiangong Tower one day, do you?" Feng Yi

raised her eyebrows and pressed back Lin Du's consciousness, "No way? No one has been able to enter Tiangong Tower so far, and the ancient gods in it have not been passed down by anyone so far. I can make talismans without a medium, but it is not recognized. Lin Du is gifted, so I have to give it a try."

Lin Du felt that his consciousness was pushed back, his ears buzzed, and he could not hear anything.

Desperate Lin Du: ... Heh, adults, don't let others hear your gossip!

After seeing the news of Mo Shuang Xuan Hua in the court newspaper, the angry and rebellious Lin Du turned around and took Xia Tianwu and Yan Qing and ran away.

Fresh flowers must be picked, and fresh white moonlight must also be seen.

Lingtong Cliff is in the south of Zhongzhou. It was afternoon when Lin Du and the other two arrived. They could vaguely see many people gathered at the bottom of the cliff. Some of them did not take the usual path and hung on the cliff wall that was almost cut from top to bottom by a knife.

The cliff is very high, but the miasma at the bottom of the cliff has not dissipated for years. The thick fog and dense vegetation blocked all vision. The terrain is rugged, and there are high cliffs on three sides. It is extremely dangerous. The only survivor has no safe way to enter the mountain, and the nearby herbalist has never really entered the bottom of the cliff.

The magnetic field here is special, and flying boats can't fly in it at all. It takes a lot of effort to go down.

"...The court report said that there are black frost flowers below. How did you find them?" Lin Du landed on the top of the cliff and frowned.

Yan Qing shook his head, "Junior Master, you searched the bookstore all night but couldn't find a map. There are only sporadic records, and some people even paid the price of their lives. This shows that few people have developed this place."

It is common for top-grade spiritual plants to grow in strange places, but where did you get this news?

"It should be the abnormality of the birth of Lingyun and Baoguang." Xia Tianwu was quite experienced. "Did you hear it?"

Lin Du nodded. The sound of weapons clashing and shouting came from the bottom of the cliff. If you listened carefully, you could tell that they were not the sounds of people fighting. In addition, the faint spiritual rhythm in the air allowed a mature medical practitioner to tell what kind of treasure was born based on the records in the book.

"Shall we go down now?" Yan Qing regretted not bringing Yuan Ye with him, at least he had a lot of tools.

Lin Du looked around the scattered people on the top of the cliff, "No hurry, wait until it's almost ripe."

She was looking for someone.

Soon she found her target.

"Isn't that... a fellow Taoist from Guiyuan Sect?" Yan Qing also looked in the direction of Lin Du's gaze, "Why do they wear disciple uniforms wherever they go?"

"Probably... because they are poor." Lin Du said deeply.

Yan Qing: Hmm? That makes sense.

But the man was wearing a gold and white disciple uniform of Guiyuan Sect, which made him particularly conspicuous among the crowd. From a distance, he looked like the bright golden sun, with a rugged figure. The other person next to him was wearing a white dress, looking pure and innocent, and a little arrogant.

Lin Du sighed and turned to look at Xia Tianwu.

Well, no one is wearing

white today. In order to comply with what Lin Du said about "taking the enemy by surprise and changing the situation", the three of them are all wearing dark clothes. They can just wear masks to be thieves. Lin Du sighed. She had no opinion on Bai Yueguang, nor on Bai Shi. She hoped that this person was a good person. After all... Yan Qing seemed to admire this girl.

"Yan Qing, the one next to Wu Xi is, Cui Yujun?"

Yan Qing responded, and then saw the junior uncle who never actively socialized outside, slowly getting up and leaving.

"Hey, nephew Wu, what a coincidence, you haven't paid back this year's money yet, it's better to do it today than to wait for another day. Since we have met, let's settle this year's account."