If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

Lin Miaoyin walked to the door, her bare feet untouched by dust, her skirt lightly brushing against the wooden steps.

"Now that the formation is repaired, Mo Lang, it's time to give it to me."

Mo Chengyue looked at Jin Qiaoqiao.

"Senior, look how late it is tonight."

Jin Qiaoqiao said, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Mo Chengyue said, "If you say that he is not allowed to leave, Senior Sister Lin may let me go."

Lin Miaoyin smiled and said, "No."

Jin Qiaoqiao also smiled.

"I won't either."

Mo Chengyue closed his eyes.

"I understand."

Lin Miaoyin asked, "What do you know?"

Mo Chengyue stood up and patted the spiritual sand off his clothes.

"The monks who work overtime have no nightlife, only the next task."

Lin Miaoyin reached out and handed him a small lamp.

"Let's go."

Mo Chengyue took the lamp.

"Senior Sister Lin, don't you have night vision?"

Lin Miaoyin said, "I want to see you carrying a lantern."

Mo Chengyue said, "That's a very arbitrary reason."

Lin Miaoyin said, "You don't like it?"

Mo Chengyue glanced at her, then at Jin Qiaoqiao, who was watching the show upstairs with her arms crossed.

"like."

Jin Qiaoqiao scoffed.

"Useless."

Mo Chengyue turned and walked towards the mountain path.

"You're right, senior."

Lin Miaoyin followed beside him, her steps light and graceful, the jade bell on her wrist making a crisp, delicate sound in the night breeze.

Once outside the light from the Iron Tree Pavilion, the mountain path became much quieter.

Lin Miaoyin suddenly asked, "Do you really wish life could stay like this forever?"

Mo Chengyue carried a lantern, illuminating the stone steps beneath his feet.

"hope."

Lin Miaoyin asked, "Aren't you afraid of the trouble?"

Mo Chengyue said, "I'm afraid."

Lin Miaoyin asked, "Then why do you still hope?"

Mo Chengyue thought for a moment.

There are many kinds of trouble.

Lin Miaoyin looked at him.

For example.

Mo Chengyue said, "Someone is chasing me; that's a life-threatening problem."

Lin Miaoyin said, "And us?"

Mo Chengyue said, "You're the kind of people who will make me work overtime, which is troublesome."

Lin Miaoyin smiled brightly.

"It sounds very different."

Mo Chengyue said, "It's very big."

Lin Miaoyin asked softly, "Where is it big?"

Mo Chengyue looked at the short stretch of road ahead illuminated by lights.

"In the first case, I have to run it all by myself."

Lin Miaoyin did not respond.

Mo Chengyue continued, "In the latter case, at least there are people arguing, people cursing, people complaining that I'm poor, people telling me to change my clothes, and people insisting that I carry a lantern."

Lin Miaoyin lowered her eyes and looked at the lamplight.

"Mo Lang, when you do tell the truth, you're actually quite good at lying."

Mo Chengyue sighed, "You don't believe me when I lie, and you don't believe me when I tell the truth either. Senior Sister Lin is very difficult to please."

Lin Miaoyin took half a step closer, and the jade bell rang softly.

"Then will you still serve them?"

Mo Chengyue immediately said, "Serve me."

Lin Miaoyin smiled and asked, "Why?"

Mo Chengyue said, "Because I can't beat them."

Lin Miaoyin raised her sleeve to cover her lips.

"You really don't give me even the slightest bit of romance."

Mo Chengyue said, "Sophistication is too expensive; my salary is limited."

Lin Miaoyin stopped at the fork in the road.

Further ahead lies the path to Zizhu Peak.

She didn't continue walking, but just looked at the mountain shadows in the night mist in the distance.

"Just leave it here."

Mo Chengyue breathed a sigh of relief.

"Senior Sister Lin is wise."

Lin Miaoyin looked at him.

Don't be too happy yet.

Mo Chengyue immediately became alert.

"Any other arrangements?"

Lin Miaoyin took out a small sachet from her sleeve and placed it in his hand.

"Calming incense".

Mo Chengyue looked down at the sachet.

"I sleep quite well."

Lin Miaoyin said, "You haven't been sleeping well lately."

Mo Chengyue said, "Senior Sister Lin even knows this?"

Lin Miaoyin said, "Your eyes are bluish, you hold your spiritual energy too tightly when you walk, you look for your way out before you meet people, and you always press your fingers on the rim of the teacup when you drink tea."

Mo Chengyue raised his head.

Lin Miaoyin laughed very softly.

Don't let everything become a habit.

Mo Chengyue held the sachet for a long while before saying, "Thank you."

Lin Miaoyin raised her hand and tapped his forehead, the movement as light as a breeze.

"Let's go back."

Mo Chengyue asked, "Can you get back by yourself?"

Lin Miaoyin raised an eyebrow.

"I'm just stepping down, not being rendered powerless."

Mo Chengyue nodded.

"Too."

Lin Miaoyin turned and walked into the night, her purplish-red skirt quickly hidden by the bamboo shadows.

Her voice came from ahead.

"If you dare to stand me up tomorrow night, I'll come find you in the library."

Mo Chengyue immediately replied, "I will definitely arrange the time reasonably."

Lin Miaoyin said, "Good girl."

Mo Chengyue stood at the crossroads, holding a lantern, and remained silent for a moment.

Then he turned and walked towards the back of Qingquan Peak.

It was already very late when I returned to my cabin.

The lights in the Iron Tree Pavilion went out, and Jin Qiaoqiao probably finally let go of this poor bamboo grove.

Mo Chengyue pushed open the door and entered the room. He first checked the doors and windows, then looked at the array plate, and then placed the robe given by Qin Wanzhuang and the sachet given by Lin Miaoyin on the table.

He stared at those two things for a long time.

One of them made him change his clothes.

One that will allow him to sleep well.

One person thought he was ugly.

One person complained that he was too tired.

Add to that the peacock princess next door who always asks him to fix her attic.

Mo Chengyue rubbed his temples.

"This life is unbearable."

He took out the jade bottle and applied medicine to the corner of his eye while looking in the bronze mirror.

The medicine was cool and refreshing, and the pain in the bruises quickly subsided.

He hung the calming incense by his bedside and took out the incomplete scroll of the formation, intending to read a couple of lines before going to sleep.

As soon as the first page was turned, Wenren Ji's voice came from outside the door.

"Third Senior Brother."

Mo Chengyue looked up.

"Junior brother, why aren't you asleep so late?"

Wenren Ji stood outside the door, holding an ancient sword, his hair glistening with night dew.

"I'm done practicing."

Mo Chengyue asked, "Did Second Senior Sister ask you to take this?"

Wenrenji nodded.

Mo Chengyue sighed.

"Hard."

Wenren Ji looked at the Buddhist robes on the table in the room, and then at the sachet.

"a lot of."

Mo Chengyue asked, "What do you mean, 'a lot'?"

Wenren Ji said, "I am concerned."

Mo Chengyue smiled.

"You know quite a lot for your age."

Wenren Ji remained silent for a moment.

"I have one too."

Mo Chengyue was stunned.

Wenren Ji took out an oil paper package from his bosom and handed it to him.

"Leftover dried meat."

Mo Chengyue took the oil paper package, looked down at it, and then looked up at him.

"Junior brother, your concern is very characteristic of Qingquan Peak."

Wenren Ji said, "It's delicious."

Mo Chengyue nodded.

I believe you.

Wenren Ji turned to leave.

Mo Chengyue called out to him.

"Junior Brother."

Wenren Ji turned around.

Mo Chengyue said, "Tomorrow when I go to the Scripture Pavilion, if anyone asks me what kind of tea I like, just say I like plain water."

Wenren Ji thought for a moment.

"Straw hat".

Mo Chengyue said, "It's not a bamboo hat, it's white water."

Wenren Ji said, "I want them all."

Mo Chengyue covered his forehead.

"So you really are still on Senior Sister Qin's side."

Wenren Ji hugged the ancient sword tightly.

"Take care of yourself."

He left as soon as he finished speaking, giving Mo Chengyue no chance to refute him.

Mo Chengyue looked at the empty night outside the door, then at the dried meat in his hand, and finally resignedly closed the door.

He sat back down at the table and carefully put away the remaining scroll of the formation.

I won't try to understand it tonight.

He feared that if he continued to ponder this tonight, he would really have to wear a straw hat to the library tomorrow.

Mo Chengyue blew out the lamp and lay down on the bed.

The scent of the calming incense was very faint, mixed with the fresh scent of bamboo leaves outside the window, which did indeed calm my mind.

He closed his eyes, but his mind was still planning tomorrow's schedule.

Guards at the Sutra Repository.

Repairing the incomplete scroll.

Avoid the female disciples of the outer sect.

Don't laugh out loud.

Change into new clothes.

I went to Jiange that night to get a scolding.

Go repair the formation again.

Listen to the music one last time.

He turned over and pulled the blanket up a little higher.

"In my past life, I got paid for working overtime; in this life, I'm dying from overtime."