midsummer
On the third day of the fifth lunar month, it rained lightly.
Lin Yun sat upright at the desk by the window, meticulously recording everything that had happened over the past month.
Joy and frustration, all were written down on paper.
At the end of April, my senior brother, who was supposed to be finished with his punishment, was reported by someone for bribing the food delivery disciple to contact others in private, and was punished for another month. I thought that by the time it was my turn to deliver food to the closed cave, Senior Brother Sang would have already been released from confinement, so I didn't have to worry about him now.
She paused at this point.
I couldn't help but think to myself: I don't know if this is a blessing or a curse.
After venting, let's continue writing about these past few days.
It can't really be called a story. It has no beginning, no end, no twists or turns, just some ramblings, as if Yang Suyue were still by her side, listening to her talk.
However, she specifically left one thing to tell her friend when they met.
Lin Yun returned to the inner sect a few days ago, and had a little more free time. However, the courses were much more difficult than those in the outer sect, but she could still keep up and they didn't give her a particular headache.
What gave her a headache was that she had become classmates with Nangong Suiqing and even sat next to her.
After their conversation at Bai Xiyan's house that day, the relationship between the two became even more complicated. A few days ago, her part-time job at the library was going smoothly, which somehow attracted Nangong to come and mock her, saying many ambiguous things that left Lin Yunwang completely confused, and she still thinks about it from time to time.
"System, what exactly do you think Senior Sister Nangong means?"
"He's probably upset because he was tricked into eating his master's precious fruit and wanted to vent his frustration."
Lin Yun nodded, thinking to himself how he could have forgotten this amusing incident, and continued writing.
Half a month ago, the disciples who remained at the Jingyin Sect gradually set off to continue their missions, and the number of people dwindled. Senior Sister Bai hosted another gathering. This time, perhaps because they were no longer in a bad mood, or perhaps because they had learned their lesson from the previous punishment, no one drank alcohol. Ye Huqing produced some fruit from somewhere and distributed it to everyone present.
Only after eating it was it revealed that the fruit came from the medicinal garden managed by Venerable Yongyun. For a moment, neither spitting it out nor swallowing it was an option. Among the group, Nangong Suiqing reacted most strongly, probably due to her inherently protective nature.
In the end, Nangong angrily ran over to Venerable Yongyun to complain, shouting as he ran, "Don't think I won't complain just because I ate it!"
Even after running quite a distance, you could still hear her accusations against Senior Sister Ye: "Senior Sister, I never thought you were this kind of person! You're a traitor! I really misjudged you!"
The others looked at each other awkwardly. Ye Huqing spat out the half-eaten fruit from her mouth. "Uh... I was just teasing you guys... This fruit was given to me by Venerable Yongyun when we passed by the herb garden. It fell to the ground before it was fully ripe, so its medicinal properties are not good."
After a moment of silence, bursts of laughter pierced the roof.
Lin Yun keenly sensed something amiss in the words, "What medicinal properties?"
Jiang Dianping also cooperated, leaning on Lin Yunwang's shoulder and looking weakly at Ye Huqing, "Senior sister, what did you give me to eat? I'm so hot."
As Lin Yun wrote this, he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips. But then he thought that there were some things he shouldn't say, so he crossed out the last few lines and added: "It was just a ridiculous farce."
Soon, she would embark on her first mission outside the sect. This letter was meant to be sent to her close friend, Yang Suyue, after she left the sect. However, her promise to continue the mission in the capital was completely shattered. The reason was simple: this mission had been selected by the Venerables, and she had no say in it.
I heard that the Venerables had a heated argument over finalizing the mission.
"Senior Brother Mingqi, are you deliberately trying to oppose me today?"
It was rare for the refined and dignified Yichen to be so emotionally agitated. This unusual scene attracted not only the disciples on duty outside the council hall, but even the sparrows perched in the trees to the window, their round heads huddled together.
Mingqi, devoid of his previous composure, slammed his hand on the table and said sternly, "Wasn't it you who accused me of interfering with my disciples' affairs before? I listened to your and the sect leader's advice then and had Hengyan continue the investigation. Now, all I'm doing is letting your disciple take on a task, and you act like you've ripped out a piece of your heart!"
"The reason is simple: I was right before, but you are wrong about this," Yichen replied coldly.
His gaze fell on the other two, as if asking for their opinions, but one of them was looking out the window and the other was playing with his hair, so it seemed that they would not participate in his "war" with Mingqi today.
Yichen thought to herself: That's fine too, it won't prevent me from giving my all.
However, the person confronting him thought differently. Mingqi also turned his gaze to Ninghua and Yongyun, staring intently at them, as if he would not give up until the two expressed their opinions.
Ninghua was the first to be unable to bear the intense gaze and tried to smooth things over, saying, "I am sympathetic to Yichen's eagerness, but Mingqi's recommendation is indeed an excellent candidate."
Upon hearing this, everyone present knew that she had sided with Mingqi on this matter. Indeed, as the sect leader, she was likely focused on maximizing efficiency and benefits. In her view, Lin Yunwang was indeed the best candidate for this mission.
Yichen wanted to argue, "Yunwang is still young and has only been a disciple for less than half a year. He has never taken on a large-scale mission before. I'm afraid something might happen if he takes on such a difficult mission right away."
“You underestimate her.” Ning Hua’s voice was gentle, but it carried an undeniable authority.
The protagonists of this debate have changed; they are now Ninghua and Yichen.
As for Yongyun, it served only a decorative purpose. He had intended to say something, but seeing Ninghua speak, he became completely silent, as if he had swallowed a mute pill.
Mingqi, recalling how his junior brother had criticized him regarding Zhou Hengyan during the previous argument, and then thinking about today's situation, was overcome with anger and couldn't utter a single word.
Mingqi is someone who values the attitudes of those around him too much.
"I have never looked down on her," she replied firmly.
He thought to himself: In the Jingyin Sect, no one understands her as well as I do, and knows clearly the full extent of her talent. But who doesn't understand the principle that extreme intelligence can be a curse?
Yichen only wanted to protect her disciple. If Yunwang could live a peaceful life in the Jingyin Sect, then she would rather not even leave the sect's gates.
Venerable Yongyun, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke up, “Since you value her, you should give her the opportunity to hone herself. Have you forgotten that this year’s Immortal Sect Competition is different from the past?”
The above dialogue was relayed by Bai Xiyan, but there are many things she doesn't know.
For example, after the meeting, Yichen and Ninghua chatted for a long time in the council hall, while Mingqi and Yongyun, who had left the council hall early, also chatted all the way.
Venerable Mingqi no longer looked indignant, but returned to his usual carefree and easygoing manner. He even seemed to be teasing Yongyun. He waved his folding fan and said, "I thought you were going to speak up for Yichen, after all, you owe him a big favor."
"When the opportunity arises in the future, I will repay the favor, and I will not confuse it with today's matter. I have always kept public and private matters separate." Yongyun glanced at him, quickened her pace, and tried to shake him off.
Unexpectedly, his senior brother also quickened his pace, like a stubborn plaster that he couldn't shake off no matter what.
"Public and private matters should be kept separate? You're not that kind of person." Mingqi snapped his folding fan shut and tapped it lightly against his palm. "It's just that the sect leader sided with me, and you're afraid..."
"Yes, I'm scared." Yongyun didn't want to argue anymore and revealed her true feelings.
There were already enough misunderstandings between him and the sect leader, so why make her think that he had always harbored resentment towards her and was deliberately targeting her at every turn? So he reluctantly sided with Mingqi and Ninghua.
"Why are you and her making things difficult for your senior brother? You clearly know he can't bear to part with him."
"Why don't you talk things out with her and apologize to the sect leader for what happened before?" Mingqi said with a smile, changing the subject.
"I need to apologize properly at the end of the letter." Lin Yun had previously promised to take a mission to the capital to see her as soon as possible, but the mission was designated and the target location was a long way from the capital, so he could only apologize in the letter and attach his recent situation. He planned to see if he had any free time after the mission and find a place to send it.
"Why don't you write about your experiences in the Tower of a Thousand?"
Seeing that Lin Yunwang had stopped writing again, pondering what else he could say, the system couldn't help but remind him.
“If you write the truth, Su Yue will worry.”
Her thoughts were pulled back to that afternoon by the system's words. The memory of entering the Thousand Tower with the other inner disciples replayed in her mind with unparalleled clarity.
Lin Yunwang had learned a great deal about the Thousand Towers during his daily studies, and he could recite it almost backwards.
It was a gift from the Immortal Venerable Qiming at the beginning of the Jingyin Sect. It is famous for the ever-changing illusions within it. What is even more amazing is that the illusions within it vary from person to person, whether it is to hone swordsmanship, broaden one's knowledge, or temper one's mind.
It's so miraculous, no wonder it's listed as one of the two great treasures of the Jingyin Sect.
However, it's not without its drawbacks; it can only be activated once a month.
Those entering the tower this time included inner disciples and several personal disciples. It was Lin Yunwang's first time standing in front of the tower waiting to enter, and her feelings were hard to describe. Standing next to her was Zhou Hengyan, who noticed her anxiety and comforted her, "Junior sister, don't worry. Even if something unexpected happens, the tower gate will automatically open to the outside world on the eighth day."
"It's just that I was a little apprehensive about facing an unknown environment."
Her words were cut off by Nangong Suiqing, who was standing behind her. She snorted, "Most people who enter the tower for the first time will only be in an environment for training physical skills. What are you worried about? You're just worrying unnecessarily."
Unaffected by her mocking attitude, Lin Yunwang said calmly, "Thank you for your comfort, Senior Sister."
Nangong Suiqing's current attitude towards Lin Yunwang is just like her attitude towards Liu Wanshi. However, Yunwang is usually unusually calm, unlike Liu Wanshi who is fickle and easily angered. In most cases, Yunwang can easily deflect criticism and is not affected by Nangong Suiqing's words.
Her sharpness seemed powerless against the gentleness that possessed a strong sense of inclusiveness.
"It's probably because she's been punished a lot lately; Junior Sister Nangong's voice is getting a bit harsh," Zhou Hengyan said with a smile.
These words made the people around want to laugh, but they dared not, feeling quite uncomfortable holding it in. Liu Wanshi, however, had no such concerns and laughed unrestrainedly. His laughter seemed to silence the slightly noisy square, and everyone turned to look at him.
Nangong Suiqing had no sense of being mocked at all; she only felt that she had let this annoying guy down. She glared at him and angrily retorted, "What are you laughing at? What do you have to laugh at me for? Haven't you been punished enough lately?"
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