Xiuxian Work Log

On December 7th of the Xian calendar year, the weather was sunny.

Although the servant’s cooking is delicious, I don’t think the food he cooks is as delicious as the food at Xiaohu’s house.

Am I being discriminatory?

Whatever, the servants won’t know anyway.

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"Why are you back?" Lin Qingyue looked at him.

The servant stood outside the door, his posture light and dignified.

"Miss Lin, don't you know? I think Young Master Rong was injured in his previous fight with the Mirror Demon. Now his condition has worsened. I think he is already bedridden."

"Lord Hua asked me to come and heal Young Master Xiangrong. Miss Lin, please let me in."

Lin Qingyue looked at the servant, and the servant let her look at him naturally.

Since the servant was sent by Hua Xiangrong's father, he wouldn't harm Hua Xiangrong. But isn't he a servant? How could he save someone?

The servant is so versatile, isn't he? He must be an all-round talent nowadays.

"Are you still a medical practitioner?"

The servant smiled.

"I know a thing or two. Please let me in, Miss Lin."

Lin Qingyue brought him into Hua Xiangrong's room and watched him set up a spirit protection array around her and then channeled spiritual energy into her. Through a thin film, Lin Qingyue saw that Hua Xiangrong's complexion was gradually improving.

It seems to be having some effect, Lin Qingyue thought.

When the servants finished, Hua Xiangrong still hadn't woken up.

Seeing that the servant was about to go to the kitchen, Lin Qingyue quickly stopped him.

"Why isn't he awake yet? What are you going to do?"

The servant had just repaired Hua Xiangrong's internal organs and felt a little tired.

"Master Xiangrong's injury has drained his energy and spirit. Once his body gradually recovers, he will wake up. I am going to make medicine for him now. Miss Lin can go in and look after him."

The servant was about to pass by Lin Qingyue, but Lin Qingyue stopped him.

"You've worked hard just now. Let me go make some medicine for Hua Xiangrong. Give me the herbs."

Seeing Lin Qingyue's expression, the servant thought she was trying to please Hua Xiangrong by making a potion. He took out the spiritual herbs needed for the potion from his storage ring, told her how to make it, and then continued to watch over Hua Xiangrong.

After seeing Lin Qingyue bring the herbs back to the kitchen and boil them diligently, the Pochen System couldn't help but sigh.

"Are you in love with Hua Xiangrong?"

Lin Qingyue was startled by its voice, and felt confused when he recalled what it had just said.

"Are you sick? I just want to take a look at this medicinal herb."

The Dust-Breaking System took a glance at the medicinal herbs.

"This is just a very common spiritual herb. Don't worry, it's not poisonous."

Lin Qingyue heaved a sigh of relief when the system said there was no poison. She really didn't trust the servant. Although he was very considerate and cooked delicious food, Hua Xiangrong didn't seem to have a good relationship with his father. And to be more precise, this servant was Hua Xiangrong's father's servant.

It felt like she was worrying about something unnecessary. A father would never hurt his son, right?

For several days, Lin Qingyue had no problems decocting the medicine. She basically fed the medicine directly to Hua Xiangrong after decocting it. Hua Xiangrong's complexion was getting better and better, but she still didn't wake up.

Lin Qingyue asked the servant why, and he replied that it would be fine in a few days.

The servants had been sneaking out at night for the past few days, and finally Lin Qingyue couldn't help but follow them. In order to avoid being discovered, she also bought an invisibility spell and a protective shield, and had a balance of 970 points.

Every time she felt bad about spending the points, they were all the points she had worked so hard to save.

As usual, the servant opened the window in the middle of the night, tiptoed over the wall, and left the yard. Lin Qingyue heard the servant leave, stood up, used the invisibility spell and protective shield, and followed him.

Pushing open the courtyard door, darkness enveloped her. The darkness amplified sounds infinitely, and Lin Qingyue could clearly hear the servant's footsteps. His shoes must have had hard soles, making a crisp sound, allowing her to distinguish his whereabouts even in the darkness. A cool breeze blew across her face, bringing a hint of coolness. Lin Qingyue held her breath and concentrated, following the servant with light steps.

The servant stopped in front of a house and pushed the door open. After about a cup of tea, he came out of the house and walked back.

Lin Qingyue emerged from the darkness and, upon looking at the house, realized it was the Wen family mansion he had explored earlier. A gentle breeze rustled the grass and trees, and Lin Qingyue lay on the ground until he could no longer hear any sound before getting up and going inside.

The wind swept past the white gauze on the roadside and the spider webs on the eaves. The yard was filled with the smell of incense. Walking further, the sound of continuous chanting could be heard.

It should be in the main hall of the house. Lin Qingyue turned and walked towards the direction of the sound.

The closer you get, the stronger the smell of incense becomes, and it seems like a fairyland is forming in the air.

If the fragrance weren't so overwhelming, she felt she could tolerate it. Strangely, as soon as this thought crossed her mind, the smell of incense suddenly became more tolerable. Could it be that the scent had changed? That seemed unlikely. As Lin Qingyue sniffed the incense, becoming increasingly accustomed to it, a bottomless cliff seemed to loom before her. The air was thin and the temperature was cold, and a strong wind blew her clothes. She lingered on the precipice when a bird's cry echoed in the sky. A large bird landed on her shoulder, and Lin Qingyue's body lurched, plunging into the abyss.

Lin Qingyue woke up suddenly, only to find that she was holding three incense sticks in her hands and kneeling on a cushion. In front of her was a candlestick with incense sticks. Looking up, she saw a clay Buddha with a half-smile on his face looking at her quietly.

She looked odd, not like a good person. Lin Qingyue expressionlessly broke the incense in his hand and threw it on the ground, crushing it. Just as he was about to leave, he found himself unable to move. He could only watch helplessly as his own hands picked up the incense from the ground, wiped the dust off the incense with his clothes, and then, with a pious expression, she placed the incense on the candlestick.

With a "click", the incense was thrown out.

How could he not be satisfied with this? Lin Qingyue rolled his eyes.

But the clay Buddha suddenly became ferocious, and its body became bigger and bigger, as if it was about to break through the roof.

After discovering that his body still could not move, Lin Qingyue quietly bought another protective shield from the system mall.

The remaining points balance is 920.

So what exactly is this clay Buddha? Could it have been made by a servant?

The clay Buddha grew larger and larger, and the house creaked. Lin Qingyue could only watch as the broken bricks and tiles fell on her. Fortunately, it didn't hit her head, otherwise she might have been teleported away. She had worked for the system for 100 years in vain, although the current situation was not good.

Just when she thought she was going to be buried in the bricks and tiles, a pair of cold hands grabbed her neck.

The clay Buddha suddenly stopped, mud fell from its body, and finally it broke with a "bang", and the night suddenly became quiet.

The servant's cold voice sounded as eerie as a ghost in his ears.

"Miss Lin, are you satisfied with what you see?"

Lin Qingyue was pressed by him so hard that he couldn't turn back, and said without any emotion.

"If you feel satisfied, then be satisfied."

"You're being unreasonable." A hint of sarcasm came from her voice. Lin Qingyue felt the servant pulling and dragging her neck, and she was even pressed down by her on the broken dirt of the clay Buddha.

"Are you fucking sick? —Hmm"

Lin Qingyue was forced to be buried in the soil, and his mouth was full of the fishy smell of earth.

Ahhh, why did you make her eat dirt? You might as well have slashed her neck with a knife!