Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

Nüshu is a simplified and modified Chinese character. There are great differences between Nüshu in various periods and places. Nüshu is only circulated among women. It is usually embroidered on fans or handkerchiefs and burned after reading. , so it is a kind of writing that is easily lost.

"Yes." Professor Ye nodded and said, "I checked some information and found that this kind of female script may have only appeared in the late Qing Dynasty, and the last linguist who could understand this kind of writing has passed away. .”

Chu Yao nodded thoughtfully. No wonder she couldn't understand it. It turned out that this kind of nvshu only appeared in the late Qing Dynasty.

Professor Ye frowned and said in embarrassment: "This is also a headache for me. If I speculate on its meaning based on other circulating female books, I am afraid that I will miss the slightest difference."

"Don't worry, I know a friend who might be able to read this kind of female script." Chu Yao said with a smile.

"Really? That couldn't be better." Professor Ye was silent for a while and then said, "Xiao Chu, does this kind of writing contain some evil power? I suggest it is best not to let it spread in the world. "

"It's possible. I didn't want to make it public at first." Although Chu Yao didn't know why the translated text would produce a lot of evil energy, she was very sure that this kind of text was definitely related to the Qiming Society's practice.

"You should be more careful yourself, don't end up like me." Professor Ye said with a bitter smile.

"No, Professor Ye, have you forgotten that I am a Feng Shui master?" Chu Yao smiled slightly and said, "I will go to your house later to take away all the documents and drafts. After I finish the translation, I will Burn them all uniformly. If you come home and find there are some drafts left, it would be best to burn them all with fire as well."

"I will." Professor Ye nodded solemnly. This thing has done him a lot of harm, and he must never harm others again.

"Then you should have a good rest first. I will come see you in two days."

After that, Chu Yao and Ye Xiangling returned to Professor Ye's home, and they were sorting out information in the study together.

Ye Xiangling asked: "By the way, Miss Chu, are you also a student at Imperial University?"

"You don't have to be so polite, just call me Chu Yao." Chu Yao smiled and said, "I am a freshman this year in the School of Economics."

"You are only a freshman, and your college life has just begun. It's great!" Ye Xiangling blinked and said, "Wait a minute, I will get you something."

She ran back to her bedroom, and a few minutes later, she handed Chu Yao a ticket.

"Our art college will hold an art exhibition next week, and I have contributed a piece of work. Do you want to come and visit?" Ye Xiangling asked.

Chu Yao thought for a while and realized that she had nothing to do, so he agreed.

They worked for more than an hour and finally sorted out all the information. Chu Yao personally burned the draft left by Professor Ye to ashes.

"I'm leaving first. If you need anything, call me." Chu Yao said.

"Well, okay, bye!" Ye Xiangling waved to her.

After Chu Yao left Ye's house, Ye Xiangling discovered that a piece of manuscript paper had floated out of the window. She wanted to pick it up and burn it, but when her fingers touched the paper, she suddenly put the manuscript paper into her school bag.

She finally understood why Professor Ye was bewitched to the point of self-mutilation. The feeling was so terrible. Just touching the manuscript paper made her feel like her soul was trembling.

No, she must burn the manuscript paper immediately!

But the next second, a lot of inspiration suddenly poured into her brain. She forgot what she wanted to do, picked up her schoolbag and returned to the school studio, and couldn't wait to pick up the paintbrush.

When he came back to his senses, a strange moon appeared on the drawing paper in front of him, with a light golden eye embedded in the center, and a teardrop that was about to fall in the corner of the eye.

"Xiang Ling, this, this is what you painted?" The teachers at the art school were shocked. Ye Xiangling has no shortage of talent and skills in painting, but he only lacks a little spirituality, but skills can be improved through hard practice. Improvement, talent can also be compensated by acquired efforts. There is only such a mysterious and mysterious thing as spirituality. If she herself cannot be enlightened, her works can never be called art.

But the "Tears of Lies" she submitted this time was an eye-opener for all the teachers. This painting seemed to have special magic power, making people reluctant to look away despite their dry eyes.

"It's so beautiful. You deserve to be called Xiang Ling. God is chasing you to feed you!"

“It’s unbelievable that this was painted by a junior student!”

"What did I say before? If this kid Xiang Ling gets enlightened, he will have a bright future!"

The previous criticisms and disappointments disappeared, replaced by heartfelt praises that made Ye Xiangling's ears turn red.

Her mentor Zhou Buyan didn't say anything, he just sighed. Although the painting was good, there was a feeling of worry in his heart.

"Hey, Junior Sister Ye is finally enlightened. You can draw so well. I think it won't be long before you can catch up with Chao Yin." Ye Xiangling's senior brother joked.

"Brother, you are making fun of me again! You are not allowed to insult my idol casually!" Ye Xiangling was as angry as a bulging pufferfish.

"Okay, okay, don't say it, just don't say it. The painting is handed in, and I'll take you home." The senior brother skillfully lifted Ye Xiangling's backpack.

After sending Ye Xiangling home, her senior brother returned to the studio. Ye Xiangling's paintings were handed in, but his own work had not yet been started.

Professor Zhou saw several of the works he had prepared and found them to be unsatisfactory. However, he had severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, and if the works did not reach the level of perfection in his mind, he would rather destroy them directly.

Staring at the blank canvas, his mind was empty. He leaned on the back of the chair and couldn't help but glance at Ye Xiangling's seat. There was a white paper under her chair.

"Silly girl Xiang Ling, you dropped your draft on the ground again." He complained. Seeing anything untidy or irregular would give him goosebumps. He took out a new disposable glove. , put it on your hand and then picked up the paper on the ground.

For a severe mysophobia patient like him, even if he wore gloves, the garbage would not stay on his hands for more than a second, but when he glanced at the contents on the manuscript paper, he was unwilling to let go.

Some kind of ghostly voice sounded in his ears, in a language he shouldn't understand, but he did.

After coming back to his senses, he suddenly felt that the skin all over his body was trembling slightly, as if urging him to do something immediately.

He understood that something had changed quietly.