Morning Star

This was the first time she had read a book since she came to Hualing Continent. It was also the first time she had read the text of this continent so seriously.

The common writing system in Hualing Continent is Chinese characters, just like on Earth, which is not a bad thing.

But they were all traditional Chinese characters, which was a bit of a headache for her who grew up on Earth.

Although she had occasionally come across traditional Chinese characters when she was on Earth, this was the first time she had seen a book entirely in traditional Chinese characters.

If I tell others that the third daughter of Tang Tangchu's family is illiterate, no one may believe it.

In fact, it’s not that I don’t recognize anything. I still recognize some characters, such as common traditional Chinese characters, characters that are the same as simplified Chinese characters, and traditional Chinese characters that look similar to simplified Chinese characters.

It seems that she can recognize most of the words in this book, but why do the sentences in this book sound so much like classical Chinese?

This is what gives her the most headache.

Seeing her looking at the book in her hand with a distressed look on her face, Luluo said worriedly, "Miss, you have been reading for an hour. Take a rest."

Chujiu then looked up at her, with a sad look on his face: "Luluo, what should I do if I can't understand the sentences in the book?"

"Ah?" Luoluo looked confused.

"Oh, forget it." She put the book on the table and waved her hand.

After the book was placed on the table, Green Wisteria could see clearly how old the book was.

Puzzled, he asked, "This book looks quite old. Why would you want to read these old books?"

Chujiu looked at the book on the table and pursed his lips: "If it's not necessary, I won't read it."

This book was given to her by Zhan Kongming.

Seeing Chujiu's worried face, Luluo wanted to find a topic to divert Chujiu's attention. After thinking for a while, she said, "Miss, yesterday I was still worried that the gift you gave to the master of the family might be outshined by others, but you actually took out the cold white jade. You are really amazing."

Chujiu curled his lips after hearing this: "Of course, don't you see who I am, your lady? Of course I can't let others compare with me."

"But how did you get this white jade? I heard that Senior Zhan treasures the white jade very much."

"Hey, this is a secret. I can't tell you." She acted mysterious.

"Then I won't ask anymore." Luoluo nodded obediently.

To talk about how this cold white jade came about, we have to go back to the afternoon before Chu Congnan’s birthday.

At that time, she thought of giving Chu Congnan the cold white jade that he had always wanted. Through the memory of the original owner Chu Jiu, she learned that everyone in the entire Hualing Continent knew that the cold white jade was with Zhan Kongming, and they also knew where Zhan Kongming lived.

Coincidentally, Zhan Kongming lived in the east of Wangfeng City, so she asked all the way to Zhan Kongming's doorstep.

She knocked on the door several times but no one came to open it, so based on the personality of Zhan Kongming in her original owner's memory, she directly punched a hole in the wall on one side of his house and crawled in through the hole.

Now he happened to meet Zhan Kongming who was sitting at the stone table studying the method of making tea sets.

According to rumors, Zhan Kongming was obsessed with making pottery, especially tea utensils.

Fortunately, her mother is an expert in pottery making, and she has been influenced by her mother since she was a child, so that she is a little better than ordinary people in pottery making.

And in this spiritual cultivation continent, how many people like to play with mud? So when she saw the pottery made by Zhan Kongming, she told him some of her opinions. Zhan Kongming liked it very much after hearing it. In addition, he was old and there was no one to inherit his mantle. He would definitely not let go of the opportunity to see someone. He also liked Chujiu's personality, so he insisted on taking her as his apprentice.

But Chujiu didn't like playing in the mud, so he naturally refused.

The old man was unhappy because he wanted to accept her as his apprentice only if she was willing to be his apprentice. So he had to give in and said that as long as she learned his craft, she wouldn't have to stay at home playing in the mud like him.

Of course, since he is a master, and a powerful one at that, it is impossible for him to only teach pottery making. He will definitely teach knowledge about cultivation as well.

So Zhan Kongming gave some of his secret skills to Chujiu, which was the book that looked old.

As for how Chujiu got the cold white jade, it was of course Chujiu who told Zhan Kongming that she was now facing a difficult problem, which was that she didn't know what birthday gift to give to her father.

As a master, it is natural for me to help my obedient disciple solve problems.

Zhan Kongming was always very generous to his people, especially to his obedient disciples. So he generously gave the cold white jade to Chujiu.

Afterwards, Chujiu spent a whole night learning pottery making at Zhan Kongming's house.

Originally, she was very resistant to this, but after seeing how seriously Zhan Kongming taught her and how easily he gave her the Hualing Four Treasures Cold White Jade, she began to study seriously.

Seeing Chujiu studying seriously and no longer complaining, Zhan Kongming was overjoyed as if he had picked up money.

When leaving on the ninth day of the second month, Zhan Kongming was particularly reluctant to let go and waved goodbye with tears in his eyes.

It seemed as if his daughter was going on a long journey.

Thinking of this, Chujiu curled the corners of his mouth slightly and looked at the old book on the table.

Take some time to visit the old man. He is all alone. If she, his disciple, doesn't go to see him, then no one will.

When you go to see the old man, should you bring him something?

What should I bring? Food?

Just bring some food, small snacks or something suitable for the elderly. Then buy more and put them in...

At this point, she remembered the storage ring that Mo Xinglan had given her, which contained snow fruit and yellow dragon fruit.

It is said that the storage ring has not been returned since it was given to my mother.

No, she has to go ask her mother for it back.

After all, it was someone else's thing, and the owner of the ring was also here, so she should find a time to return it.

She looked at Luluo who was staring at her and asked, "Luluo, do you know where my mother is now?"

"It should be in the pharmacy."

"Pharmacy?"

Then she would go to the pharmacy.

"Okay, I'll go to the pharmacy. You stay in the yard and recuperate." Chujiu stood up and gave the order.

"Yeah." Green Radish nodded obediently.

……

In the pharmacy, Chu Congnan, Xiang Tingqin, Mo Hengsong, Su Rong and Mo Xinglan from the Mo family were standing around a long table.

Chu Congnan and Xiang Tingqin stood face to face with the three members of the Mo family.

There was a spherical white porcelain jar on the table.

Mo Hengsong turned his head to look at Mo Xinglan and gave him a wink.

Mo Xinglan didn't even look at Mo Hengsong, and walked to the white porcelain jar with an expressionless face.

A trace of hatred and disgust flashed in his eyes, and then he raised his left hand, lifted up his wide sleeves, revealing his white wrist.

A dagger appeared in his right hand. He raised it and cut a hole in his left wrist without hesitation.

The bright red blood gushed out from the knife wound, forming a line of blood and falling into the white porcelain jar.

Xiang Tingqin frowned slightly when she saw Mo Xinglan's skillful movements. Looking at the indifferent expressions of Mo Hengsong and Su Rong, she wanted to ask, "Are you still human? Why are you letting a child bleed like this?"

But she could only endure it and didn't show it.

The blood in the white porcelain jar was gradually half full. The entire pharmacy was filled with a sweet fragrance, which was the smell of Mo Xinglan's blood.

Xiang Tingqin finally came back to her senses and looked at him carefully again.

Now she understood why the Mohists wanted his blood. It turned out that his physique was a combination of the All Saints Body and the Supreme Yin Body.

You know, if these two constitutions are combined in one body, then this person's blood is better than the best spiritual medicine. This is just what she heard, she didn't expect it to really exist, and it was right next to her.

As the white porcelain jar was filled with blood, Mo Xinglan's face became paler and paler.

After a while, the white porcelain jar was filled. Mo Xinglan then put down his hand, and his wide sleeves slid down to cover his wrists.

He quietly used his spiritual energy to protect the wound on his wrist.

As soon as he turned around and took a step, he felt dizzy from losing too much blood and stumbled to the ground. Fortunately, Xiang Tingqin quickly stepped forward and supported him.

"Thank you." He glanced at her calmly and thanked her softly, his face still expressionless.

Xiang Tingqin originally wanted to help Mo Xinglan to sit down on a chair nearby to rest, but as soon as Mo Xinglan finished speaking, he pulled his hand away.

Without saying anything, he walked out of the pharmacy.

She sighed and gave up. After all, it wasn't her child, so even if she wanted to go, she had no choice.

……

After Mo Xinglan came out of the pharmacy, he walked towards the guest room where he lived, holding on to the wall.

His guest room was in the same direction as Chujiu's yard.

As Chujiu walked onto a small gravel path, he saw a man in white clothes standing next to a doorway not far ahead, holding onto a stone wall.

Chujiu walked closer and took a look. Oh my god, isn’t this a black-hearted monster?

What's wrong with him? Why is his face as white as a piece of paper?

He took two steps at a time and came to his side, and without hesitation, he held his left arm.

He was stunned for a moment and pulled his hands back from hers.

"Why are you here?" he said hoarsely.

Having just lost a large amount of blood and walked such a long distance, he now had so little strength that he would fall down with just a slight push from Chujiu.

Moreover, Chujiu held his arm with great force. He pulled hard but couldn't, so he had to give up.

Chujiu's hands were still strong, but she was thinking in her heart, why do I have so little strength now? Wasn't I still very strong when I was snatching the meat from her yesterday?

"I went to look for my mother and I met you."