Chapter 66 Bamboo Slips from Ten Thousand Years Ago
Chi Wenqing narrowed his eyes, looking into the girl's bright eyes, but he couldn't help but utter harsh words. He sighed inwardly, unable to imagine how many injuries Jianjian had suffered while he was away.
He really wanted to keep Jianjian by his side so that he could watch over her all the time.
But there's no rush. He can take it one step at a time and easily pull her into his arms whenever he wants.
Mu Jianjian didn't notice that a light mark was imprinted on her forehead, which disappeared after a moment.
Just then, as the giant bell on the top floor of the Zhu Pavilion rang out, the doors on the ground floor opened one after another. The deafening sounds of fighting and the clamor of voices were like a boiling pot. Cultivators kept pouring out and ascending to the top floor, the fifth floor, while others went up the stairs in groups of two or three.
"The final hurdle." Mu Jianjian's sigh disappeared into the surging crowd, but Chi Wenqing heard it.
"How are you going to prepare, Jianjian, now that you've left the secret realm?"
"Let's go back to the Xuan Shuang Sect first. Will you come back with me, Senior Brother?" She looked up at the white-robed man who was watching her.
“Jianjian, I need to go to Yingzhou,” Chi Wenqing’s voice was like a cup of coffee in winter, rich and warm, reminding people of the distant past. “I will come to find you after I have finished dealing with things in Yingzhou.”
Mu Jianjian instinctively tightened her grip on Chi Wenqing's sleeve, just about to speak and persuade him, "Master..."
She didn't want her senior brother to follow the original storyline!
In the original story, Chi Wenqing was turned into a humanoid Gu and taken to Yingzhou. The Demon Lord of Yingzhou ostensibly helped rescue and punish Cai Chu, restoring his status as the young lord and announcing a banquet to the world, but in reality, he made him an enemy of both sides.
Righteous people felt that Chi Wenqing was ungrateful, as he was a disciple of the Xuanshuang Sect leader but colluded with demonic cultivators. Meanwhile, the cultivators from Yingzhou believed that he was arrogant and a spy sent by the righteous sects, and they did not recognize his identity as the young lord.
Chi Wenqing gradually turned to the dark side in this environment.
Now that Cai Chu is dead, my senior brother will not be forcibly taken to Yingzhou, and he will not be...
"Jianjian, I'll be alright."
Chi Wenqing seemed to know what Mu Jianjian was thinking, and said this.
——
After receiving the message from Sang Wanyue that she should leave first, Mu Jianjian and Chi Wenqing stepped into the fifth floor of the Zhu Pavilion together.
When I opened my eyes again, all I could see were books.
The dark blue bamboo bookshelf contrasts with the pure white scrolls, and the black calligraphy throughout the room makes one feel as if immersed in an ink painting.
This is the final gift from the secret realm to the cultivators who venture here. After landing at a random location, they are to search for suitable secret techniques and magical artifacts. Mu Jianjian remembers that the female protagonist accidentally touched the remnant soul of an ancient powerful being here and unexpectedly obtained his inheritance.
She knew where the remnant soul was, but she didn't intend to go looking for it.
Let's leave Yueyue's to Yueyue.
As Mu Jianjian thought this, she happily pulled out a white scroll from the wooden shelf beside her.
The dangers they had encountered seemed to vanish into nothingness at this moment, and the secret realm mission was about to come to a successful conclusion.
"Why isn't the progress bar moving?" she suddenly realized and asked the system in her mind.
[The host is unknown, but the progress bar has definitely not moved.]
"Okay, we have to take it one step at a time."
Mu Jianjian selected a few booklets that suited her movement techniques and put them away. Then she felt a strange movement in her right pupil.
"Um?"
In the air seen through her right pupil, a golden thread floated out from outside the door. As if sensing something, Mu Jianjian followed the golden thread, crossed the crossbeam, and her vision suddenly opened up, with a gentle breeze and swirling clouds.
The fifth floor of the Zhu Pavilion even has an outdoor courtyard...
Mu Jianjian was in a daze.
Thick clouds cradle the sunlight, making it seem as if you could reach out and touch them. In stark contrast to the dark gray-black of the inner layer of the secret realm, the sunlight is reflected in the sky and earth, presenting a brilliant crimson.
The small courtyard in front of me is full of lush green plants, but most of the flowers have withered and fallen, while a pink peach tree next to it has a few scattered peach blossoms, the petals of which are scattered in the courtyard by the wind.
The golden thread... comes from the soil beneath the peach tree.
After regaining her senses, Mu Jianjian squatted down and started digging in the soil. Sure enough, she dug out a wooden box about the size of her palm.
The wooden box had no locks or runes; it was ordinary yet ancient.
When she opened it, she found a tattered booklet and a bamboo slip with inscriptions inside.
The characters on the bamboo slips are in ancient white language, and the handwriting is light and messy, as if the person and the content are as cute and lively.
"Once you open this box, you're my apprentice! Pick up the booklet below and learn eye techniques—it's definitely worth it! My family's eye techniques are the number one spatial technique in the world; you couldn't find a single one buried underground..."
No wonder her right pupil was drawn to Jinlu.
Although Mu Jianjian knew about the secret technique of her right eye, she had never systematically learned it, and both of her breakthroughs were achieved only through desperate situations.
If one has the expertise to cultivate these techniques, one's eye skills will definitely become stronger and stronger!
"...Hahaha, after talking about so many benefits, as my disciple, you must pay some reward. Help me take care of the flowers here. I wonder if the peach trees are still blooming, or if they've died. Sigh."
This is already the beginning of referring to oneself as "the teacher".
Mu Jianjian chuckled and turned her gaze to the last corner.
There is a smiling little figure carved there, holding a big heart in both hands, and the words "I love you" carved next to it.
The two characters “爱你” (I love you) stand out from the rest of the bamboo slip because they are not in ancient Bai language, but rather—
Chinese.
Mu Jianjian rubbed the two characters with both hands, and for some reason, her nose felt sore. A tear slid down her cheek, landed on the bamboo slip, and flowed down her fingertips.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
