Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Wuyao smiled at his fellow disciples who were looking at him from ahead, then turned to the side, blocking Song Kezi's arm, patted his shoulder with his other hand, and asked:

"Senior Brother Song, from what you're saying, it doesn't sound like you're happy for me, but rather a little disappointed?"

"Are you tired of the excitement and looking for some more fun? Which one have you set your sights on this time?"

She hadn't forgotten that Song Kezi had helped when the rumors of the theft first started.

But Zhu Wuyao couldn't figure out his methods or understand where his bottom line was, so she instinctively didn't want to have too much contact with him.

Fortunately, the two had no grudges against each other.

On the other hand, he's currently riding high on his success. If Song Kezi has nothing to do and wants to find some entertainment, even if there's no grudge between them, he might still get in Song Kezi's way.

If I can't afford to offend a petty person, can't I just avoid them?

Thinking of this, Zhu Wuyao was about to get up and leave when she saw that the teaching elder had already arrived.

Zhu Wuyao's movement to get up came to an abrupt halt.

Getting up and leaving in front of the elders is far too arrogant.

Moreover, this elder who gave the lecture was the same one who raised the question of "how to make a choice" last time.

Song Kezi reached out and nudged her, whispering:

"Hey, Junior Sister Zhu, have you ever read the storybook 'The Real and Fake Heiress'? What do you think of it..."

Zhu Wuyao's inner alarm bells rang loudly.

If, during the conversation, something were to slip up and Song Kezi discovered that he was Doraemon, and even alluded to him in the book...

This person is somewhat clever; they might actually be able to guess it.

Thinking of this, she suddenly stood up and said:

"Elder! Song Kezi keeps talking to me, which is affecting my studies!"

"I want to change seats!"

Upon hearing this, not only did Song Kezi's eyes widen, but even the elder who was opening his book stopped in his tracks.

She looked at Zhu Wuyao, nodded, and said:

"Find a seat yourself."

The fellow disciples in the lecture hall immediately cast inviting glances at him, but Zhu Wuyao did not respond to their expectations and instead chose a relatively empty corner as if no one else was there.

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Articles in "Ten Thousand Book Reviews" can always be interpreted in other ways by those who are interested.

"Could it be that the Star-Picking Tower...is intentionally recommending a rather renowned figure?"

"However, at the late stage of Foundation Establishment, one should not be afraid of being too rigid and easily broken."

"A hollow reputation and a bit of arrogance. If we're talking about real skill, they can't compare to those wielding halberds and swordsmen. Is it possible that the Star-Picking Tower can't find a leader?"

"Shen Xun has an impeccable reputation, but unfortunately he is a notch below."

"Hahahaha, I laugh at the foolishness of the Star-Picking Tower and the recklessness of the man surnamed Fang. If I were the sect leader, I would fill in a few vulgar people and elevate a righteous and flawless hero, piling fame and fortune upon one person, so as to ensure a thousand years of peace for the sect."

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Star-catching tower.

Sect Leader Fang had long known that Zhu Wuyao had a good personal relationship with Mohen Bookstore, and she couldn't help but chuckle as she looked at the article in her hand.

It's unbelievable that she could even say such a thing.

In fact, Sect Leader Fang knows many other things.

For example, the ins and outs of the theft, the identity of Zhu Wuyao as a visitor from another world, and the existence of that spirit brush...

Granny Feng of Huicaotang also saw this article.

She snorted and placed the book reviews in an inconspicuous spot.

There are also many people in Beixuan City.

Many people have read this article.

After class, Zhu Wuyao strolled to the open space in front of the Star-Picking Tower and, unsurprisingly, saw Song Kezi once again, chin in hand, staring blankly up at the purple aura.

After thinking for a moment, she avoided the area and found a secluded corner diagonally opposite to sit down.

This is the liveliest place in the Star-Picking Tower.

Many fellow disciples love to set up stalls here, and since it's in the center, there's a constant stream of people coming and going.

Seeing purple aura always reminds me of Ye Xiaozhou.

I wonder how far along her plan to cause trouble for the demon race is going.

Zhu Wuyao often wondered if one of their separations would mean the end of their lives together.

Just as I was worrying about my friend's safety, a voice came from not far away:

"Junior Sister Zhu! So you've been here all along!"

"There's a letter for you, and I'm on my way to deliver it to your yard!"

letter?

Zhu Wuyao frowned slightly.

There seem to be very few people who can find the location of the Zhaixinglou Mountain Gate and who also have a relationship with her.

Could it be Gu Lang?

She thanked the messenger, took the not-so-thin envelope, turned it over, and looked at the sender.

There was only one word, but it froze her in place—

"season"

This is... a letter from the Ji family.

Zhu Wuyao sighed inwardly. Since the incident in Nanli City, when she returned, she had thought of visiting Mr. Ji, but unfortunately, the small courtyard was empty, with only a letter thrown in.

After that, he was too ashamed to face anyone.

She sat back down on the stone bench, opened the envelope, and unfolded the papers.

First piece of paper:

"I'll borrow three apples and return them someday! — A word from the author."

The second piece of paper:

"Give me my money back!"

Thinking back on everything that happened before, all of this was the cause and effect that led to so many consequences.

If the paper airplane hadn't flown into the yard that day, perhaps many of the things that followed wouldn't have happened.

If she doesn't repay the money... perhaps Mr. Ji will only think of her as a dishonest person, and then he won't let her meet him.

If we do not meet, we will not know each other.

Zhu Wuyao looked at the two slips of paper, his fingers slowly clenching until the paper crumpled and the writing became a mess.

She reached out and smoothed out the note.

Then, I turned to the third sheet of paper.

A Declaration of War Against Dog Thieves

This is a notice she co-wrote with Shen Anzhi in order to lure Ye Xiaozhou out during the Longevity Inn incident.

Back then, countless copies were posted on Xulan Street.

Ye Xiaozhou used the copper coins in his hand to retrieve and destroy all the notices, but later he heard that the Ji family had kept a copy.

However, it is no longer a "private collection".

It must be the one she has in her hand.

Mr. Ji took it back, along with the two notes from before, and returned them together.

Zhu Wuyao held the corner of the notice between his fingers, remaining motionless for a long time.

She no longer has any of her scattered manuscripts.

Therefore, the next letter should be from Mr. Ji.

What did you write?

After more than a decade of complete silence, what would Mr. Ji think of him?

It might be an angry question, or a contemptuous accusation...

Zhu Wuyao took a deep breath and slowly turned to the next letter, which contained only a few words—

"Having heard the good news, I am filled with high spirits and a carefree, chivalrous spirit, just in time to settle scores and enjoy life to the fullest."

That was all.

Just like Gu Lang, if you talk too much, you might annoy people; if you don't talk... you might worry that people's hearts will change and the past will fade away like smoke.

She stared blankly at those words, and saw the phrase "spirited and vigorous." These four words, like drumsticks, fell into her eyes, yet made her ears ring.