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"Similar, very similar! Even the font is the same."

Everyone stood under the words "Shelter from the Rain". Jing Yi and Chong San unfolded the couplet with the words "Shelter from the Wind" written on it, and everyone who leaned over exclaimed in surprise.

Everyone could see that the strokes and fonts of the four characters were identical, indicating they were indeed written by the same person. The sunlight shining on the characters seemed to add a touch of mystery to this wonderful discovery.

Someone couldn't help but stretch out their hand, as if wanting to touch the words, but stopped in mid-air, fearing that they would ruin this rare coincidence.

"They look about the same size." Jing Chunxi carefully compared the size of the words "Shelter from the Rain" and "Shelter from the Wind", his eyes full of concentration. Others also echoed him. Everyone's eyes were focused on these words, and they vaguely felt that it was not a coincidence.

“It must have been written by one person.”

Listening to the discussions around him, Jing Yi frowned and carefully observed every stroke, trying to find more clues from the turning of the brushstrokes and the structure of the characters.

"July, you have such a good memory." Ah Qi teased July with a hint of joking in his tone, but he had to admit that she had a good memory.

"Could it be that the person who built this pavilion is..." Jing Chunxi had already guessed it, but he only said half of the words. Then he looked at Jing Yi in surprise, his eyes full of expectation.

Her fingers trembled slightly, as if she couldn't wait to know the truth. Jing Yi's eyes met hers, his gaze deep and calm, as if he had expected it.

Jing Yi also looked at her, but there was not much expression on his face. He turned around and threw the spindle in his hand to Chongsan, and ordered everyone, "Hurry up and take out the white paper and charcoal, and copy these three words." His voice was low and powerful, with an unquestionable majesty.

But when they took out the things and looked at the three words above their heads, everyone fell silent.

"I forgot to bring the ladder." Ah Qi was a little annoyed. He looked at the three words that were about ten feet high and was at a loss, with an anxious expression on his face.

"It was an oversight." The others looked at each other, regretting this unexpected oversight.

"Stack them, hurry up!" Jing Yi blurted out with a decisive tone, "Zhongsan and I will be at the bottom, Ah Qi will be above me, Qiyue will come up as well, Xiaoman, you will be at the top and be responsible for rubbing the characters."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone gathered together immediately, as if they had already become accustomed to this efficient way of collaboration.

He pushed Chongsan, who reacted quickly, throwing the couplet in his hand to Jiuyue and immediately squatting down in a horse stance. His movements were clean and neat. His body was as steady as a rock, providing solid support for the person above him.

As they spoke, Jing Yi also squatted down. Ah Qi pulled Qi Yue, and the two of them, holding hands, quickly stepped onto the shoulders of the two people below. After they stood firm, they both extended a hand to Xiao Man.

In the past two years, Xiaoman has grown a lot taller, but thinner than before. Like a monkey, she used the help of their arms to easily jump to the top, and her movements were so agile that it seemed as if she was moving through the trees.

His body drew a graceful arc in the air and landed steadily on the shoulders of Qiyue and Ah Qi. The three layers of Arhat were stacked, and Jing Chunxi and Jiuyue both breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sister Jiuyue, hurry up." Jiuyue and Jing Chunxi had been waiting below with white paper and charcoal sticks. Jiuyue took two steps back, then jumped lightly with help, and quickly put the white paper and charcoal sticks into Xiaoman's hands in one go.

"Okay, get up!" As soon as Xiaoman's voice fell, Chongsan and Jingyi, who had been standing firmly in horse stance, slowly straightened up. After standing up, they slowly retracted their feet until their feet were shoulder-width apart and they stood firmly. Then Jingyi gave the order, "It's your turn!" His voice was steady and powerful, which had already instilled confidence in the people above.

Qiyue and Ahqi were brought to the second floor and stood up again. Xiaoman exclaimed softly, "I can even do it while squatting." There was a hint of surprise in her tone.

Her eyes were fixed on those words, her eyes full of concentration. Ah Qi and Qi Yue also adjusted their postures to provide more stable support for Xiao Man.

Ah Qi held onto one of his legs and urged, "Don't dawdle, hurry up!" His tone was filled with urgency. He tilted his head, his eyes fixed on Xiao Man's movements, fearing any accidents. Qi Yue supported him silently from the side, his eyes never leaving Xiao Man.

To keep steady, Ah Qi held July's shoulder with his other hand. July was highly focused and didn't notice anything unusual. She just focused on watching Xiao Man's movements.

Seeing Xiaoman holding the paper with one hand and smearing it vigorously with charcoal with the other, Jing Chunxi was worried that the white paper under his hands would tilt, causing the characters he copied to be crooked and shapeless. He jumped up and down, "Can you use your feet? It would be best if you could press it down a little." There was a hint of anxiety in his tone.

After adjusting his position several times, Xiao Man finally settled on his buttocks resting on their shoulders, his feet raised, pressing down on both ends of the paper. It was with great difficulty that he finally completed a single rubbing. He shook his stiff and sore arms, but his eyes were filled with a sense of accomplishment.

"I'll make another copy, just hold on." After the first copy was done, Xiaoman unexpectedly said this again, with a serious tone. She was worried that the first copy was not good enough, and also worried that it would be wasted and would have to be redone.

"Okay!" Jing Chunxi also felt it was necessary and expressed his understanding and support. He also said to the people below, "Everyone, hold on for a while."

Everyone was not relaxing to begin with, and as soon as the words fell, they immediately adjusted their posture to provide more stable support for Xiaoman.

Xiao Man pulled her legs back and rested on the two men's shoulders for a moment. Then, perhaps worried that they couldn't bear it, she stopped pressing down with the weight of her body and instead grasped the thick beam at the top of the pavilion, leaning upwards and even extending her head along the top of the beam into the pavilion.

"Hey! There's a bamboo flute here." Xiaoman's voice was a little excited, as if she had seen some treasure, with a hint of surprise in her tone.

"Take it down quickly and throw it to the lady!" Jing Yi's cold voice sounded from the bottom, "If you throw it away, continue to rubbing the characters." There was a bit of severity in his tone, as if reminding him not to waste time.

"Miss, catch it." Xiao Man received the order without looking closely. She grabbed the flute and threw it towards Jing Chunxi. When she saw the groove where the flute was stored, she didn't think too much about it.

Continue rubbing the characters.