Xiuxian Work Log

On August 9rd of the Xian calendar year, it was drizzling.

I have a question. (Raises hand)

So where is the real Hua Xiangrong?

It can’t be that Yunsheng hid it, right?

It seems that this is not impossible~

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The scene kept changing, and Lin Qingyue finally stopped in front of the well in Wen's house.

Looking at the well in front of him, Lin Qingyue walked back without hesitation.

Of course it failed.

It was clearly a wooden door that had been there for who knows how many years, but she couldn't open it!

Finally, she used a powerful spell to break down the door, walked out confidently, and then bumped into an air wall.

I raised my hand and touched the wall of air, but even when I raised my hand to the top of my head, I couldn't touch the edge.

Lin Qingyue sighed.

It seems she can't get out.

"Is this necessary? I'm just an honest and ordinary person!"

Lin Qingyue wailed, dragging his body around the house. He found a chair in the pavilion and slumped down on it.

It was only six in the morning, the Dust-Breaking System wasn't online yet, and there was no one to chat with, so she could only watch the scenery boredly.

She remembered the first time she came here, it was just a dry pond filled with dead branches, leaves, and the remains of living things. Now, not long after, it looked completely different.

A fine drizzle of rain danced in the air, landing on the lotus flowers in the pond, making them stand tall and graceful, standing tall and elegant in the wind and rain. The grass on the shore was lush green, even the part submerged in the water was lush and green. Goldfish swam through it, leisurely and peaceful.

There wasn't a speck of dust on the pavilion's handrails, and even the burrs had been polished away. Looking down, I saw a small wooden boat with only a bamboo pole leaning on it to support it.

It seems that Yunsheng is not idle here either, and he has time to deal with these things.

Hua Xiangrong also likes to grow flowers and plants. Is this something that is passed down from father to son?

"What do you think of this place, benefactor?"

Yunsheng walked towards them step by step from a distance, neither hurried nor impatient, and stepped in slowly.

Lin Qingyue looked at the scenery in front of him and nodded honestly.

"It's very pretty and beautiful. You put a lot of thought into it."

For people like her, the houses she rents are also Syrian style, with furniture limited to the necessities. Every time she moves to a new house, she can fit all her belongings in one bag or one suitcase.

To be honest, apart from work, she really spends the rest of her time sleeping. Without vacations at work, there is no life either.

I can’t think about it anymore. The more I think about it, the more I feel that the life I lived before was not a life for a human being.

A light laugh was heard, and Lin Qingyue looked over.

In the hazy drizzle, Yunsheng's eyebrows were gentle, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the raindrops outlined the hem of his clothes, swaying slightly.

so beautiful……

Oh no, she meant the scenery is beautiful.

Lin Qingyue watched Yunsheng walk step by step to the railing, looking at the lotus with deep eyes.

"My wife also likes lotus flowers very much. They are the most noble flowers, straight and hollow inside and outside, without any vines or branches."

"Beauty, dignity, nobility, and integrity—how can they not bring joy?"

Wife? Yes, if there is no wife, could it be that Hua Xiangrong came out of a stone?

It seems that the lady he was talking about is no longer here.

A drizzle was falling, and Lin Qingyue asked Yunsheng who was still watching the lotus flowers.

"What is your real name?"

"Hua Cixi."

Flower magnet?

"Oh."

Seeing that the atmosphere was silent, Lin Qingyue added another sentence.

"My name is Lin Qingyue, Qing means innocent and Yue means transcend."

"Donor Lin."

Hua Cixi's voice was gentle, and Lin Qingyue asked him a question without any reason.

"Will you kill me?"

But in fact, she already had an answer in her heart, she just wanted some protection.

Hua Cixi raised her eyes and glanced at her, her eyes calm and gentle.

"Will Donor Lin hinder me?"

“No…I guess.”

That shouldn’t be the case... Lin Qingyue wasn’t quite sure either.

"Then why should I kill Mr. Lin?" Hua Cixi fiddled with the Buddhist beads in her hand.

"You have a point."

How can we avoid hindering Hua Cixi?

"So how can I avoid getting in your way?"

"I want Mr. Lin to help me find something." Hua Cixi said.

[The system reminds you that the "Likely Beautiful, But Not Beautiful" mission has been completed by 50%.]

Seeing the 4000 points deposited into his backpack, Lin Qingyue looked at Hua Cixi opposite him with shining eyes.

In a word!

Her tasks increased by 40%!

Ahhh, what kind of god is this!

"what?!"

She couldn't wait to find it!

"It's a palm-sized mirror, and it's in this house. It can transform into all sorts of forms in the world, it can find spirits, it can gather life."

“No one can find it unless they can see it in the past.”

Hua Cixi lowered her eyes, her gaze flickering, her slender white fingers plucking the Buddhist beads, and the lotus stood gracefully with a leisurely posture.

Lin Qingyue fell into deep thought.

The past? Could it be that secret realm?

"Is this the place I went in before? But why don't you go in and look for it yourself?"

Hua Xiangrong has reached the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, so doesn't that mean Hua Cixi has already reached the Golden Core Stage?!

How could she find something that even Hua Cixi couldn't find?

The Buddhist beads in Hua Cixi's hand were turning.

"Because I've been there countless times, and I've always found nothing."

"And you, Mr. Lin, have brought some changes. You will definitely be able to find it."

Lin Qingyue didn't say anything, just looked at him.

Hua Cixi raised her hand and placed it on her heart.

"If you're still worried, I can swear a vow here. I won't harm you in the slightest. Even if you don't find the mirror, I will let you go back safely."

After seeing him swear, Lin Qingyue finally felt relieved and said with a grin.

"What if I find it?"

"I will give Master Lin a spiritual weapon."

Hua Cixi opened his mouth and said it was a spiritual weapon.

So generous! Are all people with the surname Hua so generous?

At 8:00 AM, the Dust-Breaking System went online. Lin Qingyue told Hua Cixi to start, and Hua Cixi asked her why she wanted to start at this time. Lin Qingyue said that this was her working time, and she only worked during working hours.

Hua Cixi took out a small clay figurine and placed it on the table. It continued to grow until it was as tall as Lin Qingyue.

Lin Qingyue took a look and realized that this was the clay Buddha she had seen before.

The clay Buddha noticed her gaze, frowned, and looked very displeased with her.

White mist rose, and amidst the sound of continuous chanting, Lin Qingyue felt as if he was trapped in a fog, unable to distinguish east, west, south, or north.

The surroundings were covered in white, and the white mist continued to rise and cover the sky. Slowly climbing up, just as it was about to cover the last ray of sunlight, Lin Qingyue suddenly remembered something.

"When did Hua Xiangrong disappear?"

The chanting was interrupted.

"I don't remember, probably when you entered the illusion for the second time."

Had it been replaced by the Mirror Monster by then?

The last bit of space was covered by white mist, and Lin Qingyue was completely trapped in the illusion.

——Transition line——

In the bustling market, a few little beggars were hiding in the corner with a broken bowl in front of them.

When someone threw a coin into the bowl, he would say a lot of nice things. After the person waved goodbye and left, he would quickly put the coin in the bowl into his arms, for fear that it would be snatched away.

Perhaps they couldn't bear to watch it anymore, and a little girl dressed in jewels was carried down from the exquisite carriage next to them by a servant and walked up to the little beggars.

"Come with me, at least it's better than begging here."