"He's finally gone?"
Irin sensed that the feeling of being watched had disappeared, so he removed his innocent and flawless disguise.
Ever since he came to the handyman class,
He could feel people peeping at him from different directions in the Floating Mountain from time to time.
He knew that it was a skill unique to cultivators — spiritual sense.
Spiritual sense had many wonderful uses. It could detect, intimidate, act cool, and close one's eyes.
In the beginning, the spiritual sense from different directions was not very frequent, about once a month.
Half a year had passed. In the past half a month, someone had been so shameless as to peep at him every day and annoy Irin.
Did the handyman disciples not have the right to privacy?
Shameless!
Irin was furious.
The work of the handyman disciples was very boring.
The types of work were roughly divided into fetching water, chopping bamboo, washing clothes, cooking, and taking care of spirit beasts.
Irin was assigned to the water-fetching group this month.
According to Irin's normal pace, he walked from the foot of the mountain to the designated spot on the mountainside to deliver water, and then carried the empty buckets back to the handyman's room. It was noon.
Further up was the area where only official disciples were qualified to enter. Handyman disciples and ownerless spirit beasts were not allowed to enter.
After lunch, he finished another round of work and finished the day's work.
Although these two rounds of carrying water seemed easy, if it were a few months ago, under the premise that he did not cheat, he could barely walk up and down the mountain once a day. That was considered fast. It was said that some handyman disciples went up the mountain in the early morning and did not come down until midnight. They could only eat and sleep in the bamboo forest, and it was cold all night.
Uncle Chen Bei was not stingy with his praise for Irin's rapid progress. He said that Irin could be considered one of the fastest among all the handyman disciples.
Irin looked at the sky. There was still some time before sunset. He secretly estimated that with his current progress, he could barely make it back before nightfall if he did another round.
But … why bother?
Fishing was so fun.
Irin spent a full second before he finally figured it out. With his thoughts clear, he simply went down the mountain slowly.
On the way back, the other handyman disciples who were also part of the water-carrying group were staggering left and right, sweating profusely as they climbed up the mountain. From time to time, they would stop by the trees to rest for a moment.
Some of them had not even finished the first round when they saw Irin single-handedly carrying the carrying pole on her shoulder. The end of the carrying pole was strung with two empty wooden buckets. She was humming a little tune in a relaxed and happy manner. They could not help but feel envious.
"Good luck!"
Irin gave friendly encouragement to his colleagues as they passed by.
People's circumstances couldn't be generalized.
Irin saw this clearly.
When Irin returned to the odd-job class, the odd-job disciples who shared the rest of the work returned one after another.
In the past half a year, the Odd Job Class disciples had come and gone from the same group. There wasn't much change. After a while, they all became familiar with each other. They would greet each other from afar and bid each other farewell.
This time, Uncle Chen Bei was in the laundry class. Among the many odd-job jobs, the laundry class was the most comfortable. It was not tiring. It was just a competition of speed. It was just a competition of speed.
Seeing Irin return with ease, Uncle Chen sized up Irin for a moment. Then, he said meaningfully, "Kid, you're much faster."
"Well said, well said."
Speaking of Uncle Chen, Irin had curiously asked him not long after she arrived how long he had been in the class as the most senior odd-job disciple.
Of course, Uncle Chen Bei did not remember. Day after day, year after year. If he could count the days, he would not be Uncle Chen.
At that time, Uncle Chen asked who was the emperor outside.
Irin said Ji Sheng … did not know. Emperor Xia Yuan … Uncle Chen did not know either. It was only when they talked about Emperor Xia Yuan's ancestors that Uncle Chen Bei woke up from his dream. He said, "It's been 60 years."
Sixty years was equivalent to sixty years.
Uncle Chen was so terrifying.
…
Uncle Chen was indeed Uncle Chen. Although his cultivation level was not high, he knew a lot.
When she was free, Irin would ask him about the Heavenly Rapier Sect's internal affairs.
She would also ask him about cultivation.
Although Uncle Chen Bei's cultivation level was not high, what surprised Irin was that his foundation was terrifyingly solid. He could deduce which meridian in the human body and which acupoints were used for spells. He could talk about it for half a day.
Oh, this odd-job class was hiding a treasure.
The others in the odd-job class did not care about Uncle Chen Bei. After all, he was an old man who had not been promoted to an official disciple after 60 years of cultivation. In the eyes of the younger odd-job disciples, this was the end of his life. There was no way he could improve.
However, Irin did not think so. His attitude was completely different from the others. He was polite to Uncle Chen and would often knock on the door to greet him with some homemade snacks. Uncle Chen Bei was so happy that he wanted to dig out all his shallow knowledge and stuff it into this studious young man's brain.
…
On this day, Irin woke up early in the morning. He casually carved a mark on the newly carved "Jiannan Spring Chronograph No. 2" … This time, it was carved on his face. Then, he walked out of the wooden hut and sat on a rock with his eyes closed.
While he was doing breathing exercises, numerous prying gazes swept over him and his surroundings.
"Is it getting more frequent?"
Irin looked at his nose, nose, mouth, and heart. He pretended not to know. His breathing was as steady as an old dog's. However, his mind became active and he muttered to himself.
He vaguely understood something.
After finishing his daily breathing, Irin felt the weak cyclone in his body. His fair face showed a hint of helplessness.
"Maybe this is that damn talent, Heaven's Jealousy Genius."
[Heaven's Jealousy Genius: Comprehension + 200, Five Elements Spiritual Root Aptitude -30, Cultivation Speed -30, Lifespan -30, Health -30.]
Under the influence of this red ball talent, Irin's comprehension was probably maxed out. However, his cultivation speed, aptitude, lifespan, and health were all reduced to a certain extent. Irin felt that his slow progress in cultivating Qi might be related to this.
Speaking of which, after half a year of cultivating Qi, Irin still could not figure out one thing.
In cultivating Qi, a method of strengthening the human body, there were two key terms — meridians and acupoints.
In human anatomy, it was impossible to find these two organs. However, when he breathed and his Qi circulated, Irin could feel the trajectory of the Qi in his body, as well as the "nodes" where the Qi stopped. This made Irin, who came from a modern civilized society, feel incredulous. He felt that it was not scientific at all.
Irin could understand if blood vessels, lymphatic vessels, tendons, and so on could be cut out from dissection. However, what kind of metaphysical method did these meridians and acupoints exist in the human body? Irin felt that if he wanted to understand this subject, he must first solve the above problem from scientific theory.
Every time he thought of this, Irin stopped breathing and took out four different secret manuals. He spread them out in front of him, flipped a page here, flipped a page there, and pondered seriously again.
In fact, he had flipped through these four secret manuals countless times in the past half a year. He remembered every word, every stain, and every flaw in them clearly. However, reading books always required a sense of ritual. Irin had also formed a habit. Flipping through books was healthier.
These four secret manuals were actually not treasures.
One of them was the family heirloom, Cloud Body Wind Body Technique.
The second was the introductory Buddhist scripture, Clarity Mantra, which was given to him by the old monk, Withered Leaf.
The third was during the first month of Irin's life as an odd-job worker. Jian Nanchun rarely showed his face and gave him an introductory guide to the Heavenly Rapier Sect, Miscellaneous Records of the Heart of the Sword. It was the kind of book that every odd-job worker in the Heavenly Rapier Sect had.
The fourth book had a rather interesting origin.
It was at the end of the third month of Irin's life as an odd-job worker. Jian Nanchun secretly slapped open Irin's door and forced it in like a thief … It was a tattered book that even the cover had been torn off. After using this method to mysteriously give the incomplete book to Irin, Jian Nanchun slipped away without saying a word. He was sneaky like a dog, just like a thief.
These four secret manuals accompanied Irin through the past half a year.
As a scholar, with books and research topics, he was not afraid of loneliness.
Irin felt as if he had returned to the Great Engineer Tower or the Clock Tower. He absorbed knowledge without any worries and thirsted for knowledge. His heart was focused and peaceful. He had no distractions.
Just like that, another month passed.
The prying divine consciousness became more frequent and more shameless.
One day.
Irin felt something. While chatting with Uncle Chen Bei, he suddenly said, "I might have to leave."
When Uncle Chen Bei heard this, he was stunned. Then, he smiled and said, "Congratulations, Little Lin."
Irin could tell that Uncle Chen Bei was sincerely congratulating him. There was no jealousy or resentment in his murky eyes.
Irin only said this to Uncle Chen Bei.
If the other odd-job workers heard this, they might snort or mock him to his face.
Speaking of which, Irin could also pretend to be a big shot.
However, Irin felt that it was boring.
There was no point in pretending to be a big shot.
Not long after Irin said those words to Uncle Chen Bei.
One day.
The morning light was like specks of starlight, splashing on the eaves.
Jian Nanchun was already waiting in front of the odd-job workers' room.
Jian Nanchun was still dressed in white. There was not a speck of dust or dew on him. Half of his hair was tied up, and it fluttered in the absence of wind. When Irin opened the door, Jian Nanchun was like a handsome sculpture. He had his hands behind his back, and a snow-white paper umbrella fluttered behind him. He was facing the sky at a perfect forty-five-degree angle. His angular chin was slanted to the ground. There were two long bangs on his forehead, one on the left and the other on the right. They added a hint of mystery to his face.
Irin's hand that was pushing the door open froze for a moment. He was speechless. After a moment of silence, he could not help but ask, "Are you tired?"
"Heh, I'm not tired." Jian Nanchun did not understand the meaning behind Irin's words. He thought that this little junior brother was really considerate and knew how to care for his senior brother. He was secretly gratified, but he did not show it on his face. He was still as calm as ever. "Little junior brother, someone wants to see you."
"Okay." Irin was not surprised at all. He casually threw a small item to Jian Nanchun. "Senior brother, you came at the right time. This is for you."
Oh?
There was a gift?
Jian Nanchun caught it and found that it was an ugly wooden sculpture. The surface of the wooden sculpture was carved with fine and dense knife marks. He turned it over and saw his name engraved on the back. He did not understand why Irin threw the trash over. He asked, "This is?"
For some reason, looking at the wooden sculpture, Jian Nanchun felt uncomfortable all over, as if a knife was scraping him.
"I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you." Irin narrowed his eyes at the face. He resisted the urge to beat Jian Nanchun. He smiled and said, "Every time junior brother misses senior brother, I will draw a knife on the wooden sculpture. Every time I miss you, I will carve another knife. Day after day, the sun rises and sets. Unexpectedly, over time, senior brother's wooden sculpture has become unrecognizable. Junior brother is very apologetic. "
Jian Nanchun, "…"
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