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Chapter 116: A little bit of noble spirit, a thousand miles of refreshing wind

The man looked as calm as a Buddha, but there was a burning look in his eyes. The soft moonlight shone on his face, one side was shadowy and the other side was noble, like a god or a devil in one thought.

"Junior Sister Ramadan, it's almost time to end." After about a cup of tea, the man said calmly.

The demon girl called Ramadan giggled: "How could I not know what Senior Brother is capable of? He must still have some skills."

The man frowned, looking somewhat aggressive.

Ramadan's smile gradually faded: "Brother, since you have already broken the precepts, why do you have to pretend to be noble? Can those sins that even Buddha cannot forgive disappear into thin air if you pretend to be holy on the surface?"

The man did not say a word, but his whole body suddenly shone with golden light, and the Buddhist verses were so dazzling that they shook Ramadan away.

Ramadan's skirt fluttered like a butterfly, and her face was somewhat mocking: "Brother, you have so much strength, but why are you so weak in bed? You didn't even have enough fun but you were defeated. It's ridiculous that you are weak and can be bullied."

The man pulled his clothes in place and sat upright: "Junior sister was not satisfied yet, she wanted to use me for cultivation. I was satisfied, but because Junior sister asked for too much, I was bored."

Ramadan raised her eyebrows slightly, her red lips curled into a smile again, but there was a look of regret in her eyes.

The Yin-Yang Peach Blossom Technique is extremely powerful in replenishing energy. Because of this, the women of the Hehuan Sect like to find practitioners to practice dual cultivation with.

The cultivation level and pure yang energy of a cultivator are far beyond what an ordinary person can achieve. However, even for a cultivator, it is difficult to resist this method of dual cultivation over a long period of time. It's just that the usage period is longer than that of an ordinary person.

Ramadan had no feelings for the man in front of her, but she had no intention of sucking him dry tonight. She just felt that the mountains were beautiful and living in the mountains was quite enjoyable, so she was naturally in high spirits.

"Click—"

At this moment, a subtle sound was heard, as if something was broken. The smile on Ramadan's face froze, and he saw a flower from the laurel pendant around his waist broken.

A puff of black smoke came out of the broken osmanthus flowers, and the black smoke curled into mist. This was the attraction between the ghost that had been refined and its master. Before the ghost died, it would separate a soul, record the appearance of the murderer, send it to the master, and then disappear into thin air.

The black mist curled up, and Yuan Kong's figure emerged.

"It's this damn monk again!" Ramadan gritted his teeth, furious.

The man frowned slightly. His moon-white clothes were embroidered with Buddhist verses. He covered them with the verses and said, "If Junior Sister Zhaiyue has no idea what to do, why not let someone else handle this matter? It's just a matter of spending some money, and they can always help you clear the obstacles."

Ramadan looked at him coldly: "You won't help him?"

"Why help him?"

Ramadan remained silent, and became increasingly unable to see through the man in front of her. However, since he had already practiced dual cultivation with her, he was her game. Even if he spoke in a more profound tone, he could not escape her control.

Thinking of this, Ramadhan smiled charmingly: "Brother, the drizzle tonight moistens everything silently, so don't waste this good time."

The man's face was calm, but his legs were trembling a little.

The women of the Hehuan Sect are not ordinary people at all. Moreover, the skills they practice are sinister, which makes even cultivators feel uneasy.

Seeing the man's trembling legs, Ramadan's smile became even brighter. Now that a puppet ghost had died, he had to find a way to make up for the loss.

She boasts that she has seen countless people, and no matter how great a hero you are, under the spell of the Hehuan Sect, you are nothing but a weak and pitiful creature.

……

Two flowers bloom, and two words go their separate ways.

After Lu Zhan and his companions had eaten and drunk their fill and now that the matter was settled, it was time to part ways.

As for the affairs of the Hehuan Sect, Lu Zhan had already discussed it with Yuan Kong. If he needed any help, he could just ask.

Zhuge Qingya personally escorted them to the door and was extremely polite and respectful. He originally wanted to keep everyone overnight, but he was unable to do so.

The night mountain breeze blew on his cheeks, and the smell of alcohol on Lu Zhan's body disappeared. He only felt his figure floating up, like the Buddha lamp in a distant temple, and suddenly he arrived in Jinling.

Yuan Kong's eyes widened: "Daoyou Lu, you are just..."

"He's just a land immortal." Xie Chunyan stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes far away, and he looked like a master: "Don't make a fuss."

Zhuge Chen: “…”

This is obviously Brother Lu’s magic, why are you so proud... Zhuge Chen shook his head helplessly and bowed to say goodbye.

After the two parties said goodbye, the three of them left on their own. Some rode the wind, some walked. No matter what route they took, there was a way for everyone.

...

The night rain blew down the banana leaves, and Lu Zhan arrived at Jinling Prefecture in an instant.

The breeze gently brushed the window lattice, and there were no cicadas chirping in the rain. However, Lu Zhan had no desire to sleep, and only felt empty in his heart.

Just now, Yi Chen's Xu Bu seemed to have mastered the art. Lu Zhan couldn't help but think of the white clothes. If it weren't for her, he would have no chance to learn the immortal arts, at least not now.

Since I couldn't sleep all night, I simply went to the study, opened the wooden window, watched the night rain and the breeze, spread out paper and ground ink, and wrote a letter.

This fate is only possible because of Chu Wantang. He has been gone for many days and I don’t know if he is safe and sound. It is only right that I write a letter to say hello.

"Flutter--" Skylark heard the noise and flew out of the birdcage under the corridor. It fluttered its wings and came to the window. Seeing Lu Zhan putting on his clothes and writing, he was surprised: "You are back? Why aren't you sleeping?"

"Can't sleep."

"Then what are you doing?"

"Write to a friend."

Yunque tilted his head, somewhat curious about what "writing a letter" meant, and couldn't help but look down at the window frame, watching Lu Zhan's movements with his eyes rolling around.

Lu Zhan dipped the brush in ink, thought for a moment, and then began to write: "It is as if I were meeting you in person. I am glad to see your letter."

"It has been a long time since we last met. Whenever I think of the Moon Watching Gathering, I still remember the time when we sat together and drank together. I knew that you loved poetry, so I wrote a poem to express my feelings, hoping that you would smile."

"As the sun sets, the embroidered curtains roll up, and the water under the pavilion connects to the sky. I know you put on new makeup for me, and your cheeks are like the moon. I will always remember the time on the moon-gazing tower, leaning on the pillow in the mist and rain of the south of the Yangtze River, and the lonely wild geese disappearing in the distance. I recognize the words of the old man in the book, the mountains appear and disappear."

"A thousand nobles, all are as clear as a mirror, reflecting the green peaks. Suddenly the waves rise, lifting and dancing a boat of graceful girls. It is laughable that Mr. Lu Yun does not understand the heavenly music of the ancient sages, and still admires the lonely book."

"A little bit of awe-inspiring energy, a thousand miles of joyful wind."

"I wish you all the best and hope you are doing well."

The letter was written to Chu Wantang, and also to himself by Lu Zhan.

All living things are different, but what the cultivators seek is the Tao, which is under their feet and in their hearts. Only when one has the great and strong spirit in one's heart can one remain calm in any situation and enjoy the infinite joy of a thousand miles of wind.

In this world of mortals, there are many temptations of beautiful women and power, but one should not get addicted to them, and he needs to be alert.

In order to make it more appropriate to the scene, he changed a few lines of the poem, but the overall artistic conception was still there. When the ink scent wafted away and the writing was dry, Lu Zhanfang rolled it up, stuffed it into a bamboo tube, and suddenly stopped.

Whether writing letters or talking, the purpose is to bring people closer together, but to bring people closer together, you naturally have to cater to their preferences.

Thinking of Chu Wantang's hobbies, Lu Zhan spread out a new piece of paper and wrote a story: "I've been busy in Nanjing recently, and I came across an interesting story. I want to tell you about it."

"It is said that there is a naughty boy in the deep mountains of Jinling. The boy was born in a noble family, but his supreme bone was dug out when he was young. Fortunately, his body was a hundred thousand year old blue silver grass. After accidentally taking a medicine called heart-shaped grass, the boy changed his appearance and started over. However, due to the loss of the supreme bone, his internal energy was insufficient, and his fighting spirit was only at the third level. When the boy grew up, he met the ring fairy, who taught him to climb to the top, but he did not expect that his old age would be ominous and he grew red hair..."

In addition, Lu Zhan told him all the details about the Hehuan Sect, the rented house in Jinling, and the lush ginkgo tree in the house. This seemingly ordinary daily life can best bring them closer.

After writing, pick up a ginkgo leaf, put it in an envelope, seal it with wax, and then seal it in a bamboo tube.

I will send the courier to send it to Bian Jing tomorrow. I hope that after reading this letter, Xiao Chu will be able to remember every little detail about him in Jinling. It will then be worth his time to exhaust his brains and bring together all the famous memes from many books in his previous life here.

It may seem easy to pick up girls in this era, but it actually requires a higher level. It is difficult to succeed without a certain level of cultural knowledge.

Lu Zhan couldn't help but think about Chu Wantang's expression when he saw the letter. He would definitely frown and instantly miss his good friend who was far away in Jinling, who was handsome, eloquent, and strong. This was also the purpose of his writing the letter.

Seeing Lu Zhan patiently seal the bamboo tube, Yun Que poked his head out and flapped his wings, saying, "Why are you drawing earthworms on paper?"

"That's not an earthworm, that's a word. You need to be able to read to live in the world. Life is meaningless without it."

"So if King Skylark transforms into a human form, does he also need to learn to read?"

"Of course I want it."

"Then teach me how to read."

The night was long and Lu Zhan had no mood to sleep, but hearing these words made him interested. He picked the skylark down from the window frame and placed it on the table.

The candle flame swayed in the night breeze. Lu Zhan looked at the candle flame thoughtfully. The Great Zhou was a fictional era, and the rules were not complicated. In terms of fonts, both simplified and traditional characters were used. Ordinary people mostly used simplified characters, and only officials and families learned traditional characters since childhood.

Lu Zhan had no experience in teaching birds to read, so he simply started with the simplest ones.

“This word is one.”

Skylark tilted his head: "Where's the second one?"

“This is two.”

"Where's three?"

"That's three."

"I understand."

"Are you sure you understand?"

The Skylark King did not answer. Instead, he stretched out his claws, dipped them in ink, and wrote a large word on the paper crookedly: "亖."

Lu Zhan raised his eyebrows.

"This is four." The Skylark King added another horizontal bar below it and said, "This is five."

Lu Zhan: “…”

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of drizzling rain coming in through the window.

A cool breeze blew up the rice paper on the table, and it swirled and fell to the ground.

Lu Zhan looked at the smug bird, and finally lifted his robe and fell asleep.

Forget it, instead of teaching a bird to read, it is better to go to Nan Ke.

……

It rained all night last night and the air was fresh in the morning.

Lu Zhan continued his cultivation as usual in the early morning. After he entered the late stage of the Transcendental Realm, he was like a bottle that was eighty percent full of water.

The water tank is about to be filled, but it's always just a little short.

After taking the spiritual fruit, Lu Zhan tried to comprehend the truth for a long time, but he still couldn't get the essence. It seemed that in order to break through to the peak state, he needed a little chance and luck.

If the opportunity is sufficient, one may be able to break through to the mysterious realm in one go. If the opportunity is insufficient, it will take time to comprehend it carefully.

One cannot be impatient with cultivation matters; the more impatient one is, the more likely trouble will arise.

Lu Zhan was calm. He controlled his true energy according to the secret book and walked around for a while before he stood up.

When I opened the door, I felt a cool breeze on my face. Because of last night's wind and rain, the courtyard was covered with fallen yellow leaves. A skylark was flapping its wings, picking up the fallen leaves in its beak.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp—" The Skylark King puffed out his chest proudly, raised a paw and stepped on the piles of fallen leaves, as if showing off.

"Well done." Lu Zhan praised.

"This is my home, so it should be clean, but you are too lazy. You have to trouble me with such mundane matters."

Lu Zhan laughed in silence, and seeing that it was working hard, he left a spiritual fruit on the table. Although they lived in the same room with the skylark by chance, the skylark did add some fun to his life. He had picked hundreds of ordinary spiritual fruits from the secret realm, so giving a few of them as a gift was nothing.

If the other party has a better chance, he may be able to transform sooner.

The transformed monsters were so beautiful and gorgeous, but Lu Zhan didn’t know much about the female monsters from the bird clan.

But the Skylark King's voice sounded very childish, and I was afraid that his transformed form would be different from what I imagined.

Lu Zhan didn't want to force it, nor did he want to interfere, so he went out on his own, ate a bowl of salty tofu and two pancakes at a street stall, and then walked slowly to the Demon Suppression Bureau.

...

There hasn't been much going on in Jinling these days, so I have some free time after reporting for duty.

Lu Zhan ordered his men to patrol the streets, while he took a look at the snake demon in the demon-suppressing bag. The snake demon was very powerful and indeed had the appearance of transforming into a dragon.

However, there were many tiger monsters last time, and the Yuanshen was not hungry recently, so Lu Zhan did not kill the snake for the time being.

All his men were patrolling the streets, and with nothing to do, Lu Zhan simply took his sword and went to the teahouse to listen to a story.

Although he and Number Four had agreed to meet today, the time was in the evening, not now.

Recently, a storyteller came to Chunjianlou and became very popular. It is said that he came from Bianjing and his storytelling skills were very good, attracting many customers.

Chunjianlou is located on Qingyuan Street. Its business is usually suppressed by Wangyue Teahouse. After the last gathering, Wangyue Teahouse has become even more famous, suppressing the business of other teahouses.

The owner of Chunjianlou specially invited this storyteller from Bian Jing. There were many storytellers in Jinling, but after this storyteller came, he stood out from the crowd in just half a month and surpassed his peers in Jinling.

When they arrived at the teahouse, Lu Zhan threw out some change and the waiter led him to a seat near the front, and brought him a pot of Longjing tea and a few plates of snacks. The storyteller just came on stage and continued telling the story from last time.

The gavel was banged, and the room became much quieter, with only the sound of drinking tea left.

Lu Zhan had never been here before, but he didn't find it boring. There weren't many ways to kill time in this era, and listening to books was one of them. It was quite interesting to come here occasionally.

Then the storyteller said in full voice, "Let's continue from last time. Last time, we said that in the nine heavens and ten earths, there is a mysterious organization called the Seven Absolute Sect."

"Everyone in the sect is a top killer. No matter if they are ordinary people or immortal cultivators, as long as they have enough money, the Qi Jue Sect will dare to take action..."

"The disciples of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Immortal Sects are clearly priced in the Seven Absolute Sects. The stronger the strength and the more bizarre the cultivation method, the higher the price..."

"It is said that recently a cultivator has become famous for his 'weird skills'. Qi Jue Sect smelled a business opportunity and actually offered a thousand taels of silver. Anyone who dislikes this cultivator can pay to hire a killer, and Qi Jue Sect will chop off his head..."

At this point, the storyteller picked up the teacup and took a sip. The people in the audience immediately began to urge him to continue. Ordinary people are most curious about the stories of cultivators, but it is rare to find one that is both true and exciting.

Lu Zhan also felt that it was quite real, which showed that the storyteller was indeed quite good. However, he kept pondering the storyteller's last sentence, and suddenly felt that something was not right. He could not help but ask, "Excuse me, sir, who is this cultivator?"

The storyteller finished his tea and was not in a hurry. He smiled slowly and said, "I don't know his name, but I think his surname is Lu. It is said that Mr. Lu has a very different style of doing things. Any cultivator he targets will either die or lose face. After all, cultivators value face the most..."

Lu Zhan: “…”

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