frightfiction Chapter 306 They're very idle when they're not causing trouble.
Chapter 306 They're very idle when they're not causing trouble.
Xue Lan was confined to Qing Shui Terrace by Daoist Qingyin, but she was in a good mood.
Before receiving the array formation from Yan Chengxue, this person's daily routine consisted of refining artifacts in the morning and talking to Master Shensuan in the afternoon.
In the morning, I dealt with nightmares; in the afternoon, I sought out a master strategist to play chess.
In the morning, I taught Xiao Sheng how to distinguish materials; in the afternoon... in the afternoon, I was hit on the head by Shen Suan Zhenren.
"Uncle!"
Xue Lan stood in front of Shen Suan Zhenren's cave, touching her head where she had been hit, her voice filled with obvious grievance: "Uncle-Master, you never used to hit me."
Seeing Xue Lan's aggrieved expression, the old man did not soften his heart. He sat on the wooden chair and looked at the chess game on the table that Xue Lan had messed up.
"Have you been having a lot of free time lately?"
Xue Lan's aggrieved expression vanished instantly, her mind racing...
How can I tell my respected senior master that I am very free when I am not doing anything?
For safety's sake, let's not talk about it!
The woman sat down opposite Master Shensuan again: "This disciple has indeed been quite free lately."
There were too many nightmares, and Xue Tong cursed as she distributed them. Even though Xue Tong was sitting next to her helping, she was still being cursed at.
So I simply came to Master Shensuan's place.
Xue Lan smiled gently and said, "Uncle-Master, do you not want to play chess with me? We can read some books! I have many books on weapon crafting here."
The woman smiled and took out several books on weapon crafting from her sleeve. Each book was as thick as a human hand, and inside were some annotations and drawings by Xue Lan, making the already large books even more intimidating.
Shen Suan Zhenren quickly raised his hand to stop the man: "Stop!"
Xue Lan: "Huh?"
The old man pointed to the chessboard on the table: "Put away those boring books and continue playing chess."
Xue Lan obediently put the book away, muttering to herself, "I think it's quite interesting. Doesn't my disciple like my book, Master?"
Even Shen Suan Zhenren didn't want to talk about her anymore. This child had been raised by Qingyin Daojun in the library for many years, and her personality was interesting, though.
It's just that some of it is too illogical.
Who on earth is reading the masterpiece written by the Yuanming Realm's Qi Cultivation Elder, who devoted his entire life to it, as a mere storybook?
Is he a genius at crafting artifacts?
She can look at it as she pleases, but Shen Suanzhen himself doesn't want to see it.
The old man gave Xue Lan a speechless look, letting the man guess for himself.
The distant sky is clear, and the autumn air is slightly cool.
Not wanting to watch the masterpiece of weapon crafting, Master Shensuan continued playing chess with Xue Lan, but they didn't last long either.
People like them, who devise countless strategies as soon as they sit down at the chessboard, simply can't play well against someone like Xue Lan, who starts by placing the center point and only looks at one move at a time!
When Xue Lan's large group of pieces was turned into a dead end for the sixth time, Shen Suan Zhenren waved his hand and put away the chessboard.
Xue Lan, biting her finger and pondering a solution, looked up at Shen Suan Zhenren, still holding a chess piece that hadn't been placed in her hand.
"Master Uncle?" A blank look appeared on the woman's face, but a hint of clarity appeared in her gray eyes.
Shen Suan Zhenren sighed helplessly: "I'll take you out for a walk."
Xue Lan's face first lit up with wild joy...
"Uncle-Master, I like you the most..."
Shen Suan Zhenren raised his hand to interrupt Xue Lan: "Don't worry, I won't take you out of the formation."
Xue Lan, who had been somewhat inflated by joy, slowly deflated.
"Then where do we go?" Xue Lan asked weakly.
He spoke weakly, but his body obediently stood up.
"The military camp!" Master Shensuan spoke slowly, taking the lead as he walked towards the back of Qingshuitai.
The camp of the Shengyu Army was located behind Xue Lan's weapon-refining cave, in a celestial grotto.
Humans are fragile. Although the Shengyu Army consists mostly of brave and skilled warriors who dare to charge at magical beasts, and all of them are equipped with spirit armor crafted by the War Puppet Mansion.
However, the immortal sects could not treat them as cultivators, so in order to prevent a surprise attack by the demons, they set up their military camp in the cave heaven.
The Moonflower Daoist of the Crimson Cloud Sect was a highly accomplished master in the art of creating grotto-heavens, and he gave Ji Jinjin a Hidden Cloud Stele.
The Hidden Cloud Stele is a world unto itself, and only the Myriad Moon Seal in Ji Jinjin's hands can open it.
Xue Lan followed Master Shen Suan to the location of the Hidden Cloud Stele. The stele was only half a person's height and had a dark gray color throughout.
There are no inscriptions on it, only a faint cloud carved on it.
The disciples guarding the stone tablet had never seen Shen Suan Zhenren before, but Xue Lan recognized him.
One of the young men, dressed in a deep blue robe, stepped forward and bowed to Xue Lan with a joyful expression: "Xuan Yun, a disciple of the Xuanlu Blade Sect, greets Martial Uncle Xue."
Just as Xue Lan was about to speak, she suddenly heard the words "Uncle Xue" and instantly transformed from a lifeless corpse into a living person.
"What did you call me?" Xue Lan asked, somewhat doubting her ears.
The boy named Xuan Yun turned deathly pale upon hearing Xue Lan's voice.
Wasn't he calling me by the wrong name? Does the Xuanhuang Sect's senior uncle dislike others trying to establish connections?
He was so frightened his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. Just as he was about to bow his head and beg for forgiveness, he heard the woman in front of him suddenly raise her voice.
"I already have a junior disciple in the outer sect! Senior Uncle..." Xue Lan looked at the Calculating Master behind her, his face so wrinkled that his true form was unrecognizable:
"Senior Uncle, am I getting old?"
Xuan Yun: "Oh!"
It turned out to be the case.
Looking at Xue Lan's current expression, Shen Suan Zhenren smiled helplessly.
I don't know if I was speechless or angry.
Xuan Yun realized the problem and, to avoid upsetting Xue Lan, immediately changed her tune:
"Are you two going to search for someone at the Hidden Cloud Stele?"
He switched seamlessly from "senior uncle" to "fellow Daoist," without even changing his expression.
Shen Suan Zhenren shook his head helplessly and sighed.
Kids these days are all so clever, like monkeys.
Seeing the smile on Shen Suanzhen's face, Xue Lan breathed a sigh of relief.
The woman stepped forward and bowed to Xuan Yun:
"Indeed, thank you for your trouble, fellow Daoist."
“Fellow Daoist, you are too kind. It just so happens that Master Ji of your sect… Fellow Daoist Ji is inside the Hidden Cloud Stele. I will summon him for you two right away.”
After saying this, the boy took out a talisman from his sleeve, infused it with a wisp of divine thought, and in the blink of an eye, the talisman flew into the Hidden Cloud Stele from his fingertip.
A few breaths later, a crack large enough for one person to pass through appeared on the Hidden Cloud Stele, and Xue Lan heard Ji Jinjin's voice.
"Senior Sister, you may come in now."
Xue Lan took a step back and made a welcoming gesture to Master Shen Suan: "Senior Uncle."
Shen Suan Zhenren nodded and took the lead in entering the cave.
Just as Xue Lan was about to follow closely behind, a young man's voice came from behind: "Fellow Daoist!"
Xue Lan slowly turned around and looked at Xuan Yun, who had called her back, her voice indifferent: "What is it?"
Xuan Yun wondered if it was just her imagination, but Xue Lan's voice seemed to carry a faint trace of melancholy.
Looking into Xue Lan's grayish-white eyes, the boy mustered his courage and said, "I come from Fuyang City. My father was a soldier in the Fuyang City garrison."
The young man bowed slightly to Xue Lan and gave a solemn salute: "Ten years ago, I thank you, fellow Daoist, for turning the tide and slaying the demons in front of the city with a single sword. You saved Fuyang City from a time of crisis."
Xue Lan's gray eyes trembled slightly, then she smiled gently: "I will tell her."
"Her?" Xuan Yun was puzzled and wanted to ask a question, but the woman had already entered the Hidden Cloud Stele.
Xue Lan entered the Hidden Cloud Stele and gently tapped the inner demon within her sea of consciousness.
The woman's tone carried an undeniable smile: "He's thanking you."
The inner demon within his sea of consciousness spoke calmly: "I'm not doing this to save Fuyang City; I simply can't stand the demon race."
After saying this, the inner demon waited for Xue Lan to speak, but there was no response for a long time.
With the help of Xue Lan's divine sense, she saw Shen Suan Zhenren standing in front of Xue Lan with his back to her.
And in front of him was a huge stone tablet, covered with names.