Xiuxian Work Log

Finally, Lin Qingyue looked at Hua Xiangrong's eyes, which were as gentle as ever, and gave up communicating with him.

What's the point of saying more to someone you can't wake up? Lin Qingyue chuckled, waved goodbye to Hua Xiangrong and left.

"Finding the moon in the water, seeing flowers in the fog, whatever you like is fine."

"donor--"

The young monk was stunned to see the girl leave without mercy. His chest was filled with swollen emotions. It was so suffocating that he couldn't breathe. He wanted to ask Lin Qingyue to stay several times, but in the end he didn't really open his mouth.

What happened to him?

Why is it so painful...

The bright moon hung high in the sky, obscured by dense clouds. Lin Qingyue walked along the river bank. The moss was slippery and one could fall into it if not careful.

The Dust-Breaking System looked at her suicidal behavior and did not try to persuade her, but only mocked her.

"You don't even want to do this mission anymore. You don't even have this little patience. You might as well keep looking for clues next to Cui Jiaojiao."

"Do you think you can wake someone up with just a few provocative words? How can you deliver a fatal blow if you haven't even found their pain point?"

"It's the same with Cui Jiaojiao. She wants to leave as soon as she feels uncomfortable. She tries to escape after one failure, and in the end, none of the problems are solved."

"Lin Qingyue, it's no wonder you haven't achieved anything in modern times. Your eyes are always in the sky, and your feet have never touched the ground."

The girl walked slowly along the edge of the river bank, her white veil fluttering in the wind, rising and falling unpredictably, and the girl's pleasant voice came with the wind.

"Pochen, your insults are getting more and more sophisticated."

The sound seemed even more abrupt in the quiet surroundings. The surrounding trees looked at the girl quietly, and the leaves slowly approached the river as if they had life.

The Dust-Breaking System saw that this guy was doing this on purpose, so it just watched him fall into the river without any surprise.

The icy river water that he had imagined did not come. Lin Qingyue sat in the dense leaves, not knowing what expression to make.

Should she be happy or sad? Anyway, she felt nothing. Two footsteps sounded in the woods, and intermittent piano music could be heard in the air from time to time.

"Miss, you are not an illusion in the illusion, right? If you want to get out, I can help you."

The sound is clear and cool, like the crisp and pleasant sound of mountain spring hitting rocks, which makes people involuntarily relax their vigilance.

Lin Qingyue looked over and saw a handsome young man holding a guqin standing in the distance, with a human-shaped puppet following closely behind him.

The young man was about twenty years old, with an extraordinary temperament and surrounded by spiritual energy. He looked at her with a pair of calm eyes like the water, looking like a hermit.

"who are you?"

The leaves brought Lin Qingyue back to the shore. Lin Qingyue came down from the leaves and asked the young man bluntly.

The boy looked at her and smiled slightly as if he thought of something interesting.

"I am the third oldest in my family, so you can call me He San."

"What's the girl's name?"

"My name is Lin Qing."

He San took one look at her and saw through Lin Qingyue.

"Miss, there's no need to use a fake name to deceive me. He San is not here to cause trouble for you. It's just that my ancestors ordered me to leave Qingyin Sect. I came here through the clay statue of the Bodhisattva to seek news about my clansmen."

There are only 101 clay statues of Bodhisattva in the world. They were made by enemies over a period of 101 years after the death of Master Wubeixi, the founder of Cibei Temple.

Later, the 101 clay statues of the Bodhisattva disappeared. Later, rumors of the Bodhisattva clay statues appeared again in the world of immortal cultivation. The ancestor of the He San family obtained a clay statue of the Bodhisattva by chance.

This kind of clay statue of Bodhisattva can not only connect to the past and know everything that happened in the past, but also can enter the illusion of the clay statue of Bodhisattva and exit from another clay statue of Bodhisattva.

He had been in this illusion for a hundred years, destroying countless clay statues of Bodhisattvas, and finally waited for Lin Qingyue.

This is the last clay statue of Bodhisattva.

As long as he follows Lin Qingyue out, he can complete the task assigned by his ancestors.

Lin Qingyue looked at the young man opposite him and felt that the situation was very difficult.

She didn't think the other party was really so kind as to help her.

"Have you asked about me?"

The boy walked over step by step.

"I don't need to ask to know that you, a mortal, can act so recklessly in the Great Yan State. It's really too eye-catching. It's impossible for He San not to pay attention."

Lin Qingyue clenched his palms as he watched the other person getting closer.

"What's your purpose?"

"Purpose? He San only has one purpose, and that is to send Miss Lin back."

The slender white fingers plucked the strings, the sound was as clear as overflowing water and gurgling spring water.

As the piano music reached her ears, Lin Qingyue seemed to be in a blank space for a moment. Her eyes were dazed for a moment, and the Dust-Breaking System forced her to wake up in her mind.

"Host, now! Use the shielding spell!"

When He San thought that Lin Qingyue was about to be controlled by him, the girl in front of him suddenly regained her clarity and jumped into the turbulent river.

The river water surged and swallowed the girl in an instant.

The sound of the piano echoed in the forest. The young man played the piano by himself, and seemed not to be affected by the changes in front of him at all.

The song is over.

The boy looked at the river and muttered to the puppet beside him.

"Amu, I don't know where her magic weapon came from. It can actually break free from my piano music."

"There's also a little river god blocking me from capturing her, and the river god can't move, lest it disrupt the local water system and get me into trouble, and get me covered in mud. But what if the ancestors blame me?"

The puppet stood quietly by the river, its wooden beads turning as it looked at its master.

"Master, master, dig the soil, dig the soil, bury it."

He San sighed.

"You're such a fool. How could I ask you such a stupid question?"

"Master, master, dig the soil, dig the soil, bury it."

"Where is there anyone to bury you now? Can you bury me instead?"

-----------------

A soaking wet man climbed up from the river and finally fell to the ground, looking as miserable as a beggar. People passing by were frightened and ran away screaming. The man walked on the road as if he was unknown, looking dazed and miserable.

"Why is this happening? Who is he?"

Who is He San? Why can that zither sound control her? He didn't even use any spiritual power!

Or is it that the sound of the piano alone can control people's hearts? Then, if we use spiritual power, can we control everything in the world?

The Dust-Breaking System kept searching in the database, and finally could only tell Lin Qingyue that it didn't know.

"The system database only contains information that is widely known in the world of immortal cultivation. There are at least dozens of immortal cultivation families with the surname He, and He San is nowhere to be found. The Qingyin Sect is a major sect of sound cultivation, and the elders and disciples within the sect come and go without a trace. You've run into a tough guy!"

Lin Qingyue gathered her wet hair, fear still in her eyes.

"Just for a moment, I really felt that he wanted to kill me. Even though I knew you would definitely teleport me away the moment I got there, my body still couldn't help but tremble with fear."

"If you really can't accept it, we can teleport you to the secret realm now and continue the mission after you have established your foundation."

The Dust-Breaking System really didn't expect a variable like He San to appear.

The girl did not answer. A carriage drove out of the city and stopped in front of Lin Qingyue. The curtain was lifted and the bright and beautiful girl exclaimed exaggeratedly.

"Ah! After not seeing you for a few years, how come Lin Qing has become even more pitiful than before?"