Xiuxian Work Log

Outside Sang Han's study, under the large shadow cast by the vines, Ning Chengtao looked speechlessly at Sang Ji who was hiding behind her.

"This is your home, why are you hiding?"

"I, an outsider, am more generous than you."

When Sang Ji saw Ning Chengtao moving, he hurriedly moved with her, following her closely, making sure that he did not reveal his identity at all.

Ning Chengtao was annoyed by his behavior and walked out of the vines directly.

Sang Ji hid behind the leaves, watching Ning Chengtao talking to her in a low voice.

Sang Ji: "Ning Chengtao, come back soon! You don't know how high my mother's cultivation level is. Maybe she would have discovered us a long time ago."

Ning Chengtao made a face at Sang Ji: "You can stay wherever you want. After all, you said your mother's cultivation is so high. Do you think she won't know you're there if you hide there?"

Sang Ji: "Then you standing there, are you too conspicuous?"

Ning Chengtao: "Anyway, I won't stand there. If you want to stand, just stand there for a while and feed the mosquitoes."

Sangji:......

The wooden door was pushed open, and Yi Hanmei walked out. She lingered at the door for a while, as if saying goodbye to the people inside. When Yi Hanmei approached, Ning Chengtao and Sang Ji went to greet her.

Sang Ji ran out from the vines and asked Yi Hanmei anxiously: "What's going on?! Did my mother agree?"

Ning Chengtao pulled Sang Ji aside and squeezed in front of Yi Hanmei.

"What's going on now?"

Yi Hanmei smiled and said, "Let's go to Old Man An's place to help. I heard that there are always some wild animals injured there."

Sang Ji didn't like Old Man An very much and refused immediately.

"What's so good about him? He just keeps hammering away all day! It's so creepy!"

His body was suddenly pulled forward by a force, and Sang Ji's expression became numb.

"Just go when I tell you to! Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Ning Chengtao dragged Sang Ji away cursing, and Yi Hanmei followed behind.

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

If there was anything Lin Qingyue had worked hard to learn, it was the language of this death realm.

Pronunciation is really hard to learn!

Who can make the tongue roll into various shapes when speaking, or make a word with one sound have a different twist and turn?

But she had to learn the language as quickly as possible during this period of time so that she could communicate with them.

Otherwise, she would have thought that the three men were really going to take her to the sacred mountain.

If she was really taken to the sacred mountain, there would be no way to look after Wen Lingyun. They couldn't take Wen Lingyun to the sacred mountain as well, so at most they could take Lin Qingyue.

Lin Qingyue didn't really want to go to that sacred mountain. After all, the name didn't sound like a simple place.

What was she doing there? To die?

As for the Lord Xia Luo they were talking about, she thought he was the one who was secretly protecting them. Until now, he had not shown up.

In the past two days, Lin Qingyue has almost mastered basic simple words, such as food, colors, numbers, objects, etc.

However, more profound words and phrases, because the brain is overloaded with knowledge, must be digested over time and reviewed extensively before they can be internalized.

The last time he studied so hard was in his third year of junior high and third year of high school. Lin Qingyue painfully thought of the previous test papers and exercises.

Although she no longer remembered what the question was, the fear in her heart still made her afraid of the test paper.

Lin Qingyue: "I didn't expect that I would still have to study in the world of immortal cultivation."

Dust-Breaking System said as a matter of course: "As long as people are alive, they must learn. Only by learning can people master skills. Of course, it is more to avoid nihilism."

Lin Qingyue: "I've only heard of some people who, after reading, have extreme thoughts, believing that the world is meaningless and becoming nihilistic. I've never heard of anyone saying that reading can prevent nihilism."

Dust-Breaking System: "That's because they don't participate in experiencing the relationship between matter in their lives. In order to escape the pain of life, they choose to live in their own inner world."

"For this type of teenager, the family companion robot butler will record the data and submit it to the health department, and then send a special psychological counseling robot and a sports coordination robot to develop a special adjustment plan for him."

"Of course." Dust Breaking System paused. "We'd rather encourage him to join clubs and interact with other citizens."

"After all... robots can't make up for the lack of real human emotions."

"Is that so?" Lin Qingyue looked at the painting on the wall thoughtfully.

"Is the girl in the painting Xia Luo?"

Lin Qingyue changed the topic so quickly that the Pochen System was a little shocked.

"No, are you listening to me?!"

Lin Qingyue: "Just tell me if it's true or not!"

The Dust-Breaking System responded quickly.

"No."

"okay, I trust you."

Lin Qingyue expressed his full trust in the Pochen system, which made the Pochen system feel strange.

"Actually, you don't have to believe me." Broken Dust System said tactfully.

Lin Qingyue started to pretend.

"Pochen, don't you know me yet? I trust you sincerely, so why don't you just say it?"

Dust-Breaking System: "Did you mix in something strange?"

Lin Qingyue: “No~”

"Host, there is no exit here." The data flow of the Dust-Breaking System fluctuated normally.

"The reason why it's called the Death Realm is because those inside can't get out, and once those outside enter, they can never get out either."

"Although this dead realm has an unexpectedly harmonious population and abundant resources, the principle remains the same. Unless it can open a gap for you to escape."

Lin Qingyue remained silent.

The girl in the painting stared at Lin Qingyue quietly, her eyebrows slightly raised, and she blew a breath at her.

Lin Qingyue felt the breeze coming towards him:...What is that?

I looked up and saw that the painting was motionless.

Lin Qingyue had observed the other rooms in the Sang family's house and found that they all contained the same painting of a girl wearing a hairpin. In her opinion, it was likely that something in the painting was playing tricks on her.

This dead realm was filled with extraordinary things and possessed an unusually rich spiritual energy. However, for Lin Qingyue, who was unable to absorb spiritual energy, it was no different from any other place.

After confirming that the thing was not Xia Luo, she didn't have the time to argue with a painting.

Lin Qingyue planned to continue learning the new language, but before she sat down, a gust of wind blew the hair on her forehead.

Lin Qingyue stood up and looked at the motionless girl in the painting.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Lin Qingyue spoke to the girl in their language, and she seemed to understand. She covered her mouth and chuckled, the sound of laughter coming through the drawing paper.

"Did she bring you in?" she asked.

"Who is she?" Lin Qingyue asked.

The girl stroked the white flower beside her ear and said with a smile, "She is Xia Luo! Besides Xia Luo, who else could bring someone from outside in?"

Lin Qingyue understood that the outside she was talking about was not outside the village, but outside the realm of death.

Lin Qingyue: "I came in from outside, but it was an accident. I want to go out now. Do you know how to get out?"

The girl shook her head, "I don't know, Xia Luo doesn't know either."

Lin Qingyue: "How do you know Xia Luo doesn't know either?"

The girl said confidently: "Of course Xia Luo knows that Xia Luo doesn't know!"

Lin Qingyue: "Are you Xia Luo?!"