Probation abuse heroine failed

The problem of Xuanjicao was really a headache. On the second day, she went straight to the library pavilion in Buzhou Mountain, and she was bound to find other ways to solve the problem.

In the original book, from time to time, the author would arrange for the desperate protagonist to discover a mysterious ancient prescription in an ancient book, just like the prescription for reshaping the spiritual root, which "just happened" to fall into Xie Yu's hands.

Gong Dongling also wanted to try his luck, maybe he could really gain something.

Zangshu Pavilion is located on an independent unnamed peak near Buzhou Mountain. If the owner of the pavilion hadn't been so arrogant and allowed his disciples to fly over with swords, then the last time Zangshu Pavilion would have really taken a lot of trouble.

This flying with the sword is not compared to the circulation of spiritual power in the whole body during cultivation. What is emphasized is the state of the unity of the human and the sword.

But here lies the problem, Gong Dongling did not expect that the sword would not recognize her!

No amount of hard thinking or meditation can reach the state where the transmitted mind and the sword are connected, and the sword didn't respond to her tactic in the slightest.

The original owner's Xuanling sword is well known for its human nature. When the original owner disappeared in the extreme north, Bu Zhoushan sent batch after batch of disciples to look for it, but only found the Xuanling sword that was screaming.

Ever since the disciples brought it back, it seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep without any movement.

Until Xie Yu went up the mountain, the Xuanling Sword, which had been silent for a long time, took the initiative to recognize Xie Yu as the master.

The re-identification of the sword's owner means that the original owner has passed away, and he has waited for his next destined person. This result is expected by many people. After all, the possibility of Gong Dongling's survival is basically zero.

Since this is the case, the real person followed suit and gave Xuanling to Xie Yu as a saber, but a few years later, Gong Dongling would come back again!

Xuan Ling naturally returned to the original owner's hands, but this sword recognized the spectacle of the two masters, which also became a huge contradiction between the original owner and Xie Yu.

"Does this sword recognize that I came through it?" Gong Dongling tapped the system, his face full of indescribable words.

[It should be disconnected when you passed through. You put some blood on the sword, it recognizes your blood, and should be reluctant to let you use it, but I don’t know if there will be any sudden accidents later... 】

Gong Dongling was suspicious, so she put her finger on the blade of the sword, barked, and drew a bloody mouth.

As the blood flowed away little by little, Gong Dongling's face paled a lot, fearing that too much blood loss would exceed the carrying capacity of this frail body, so she took out the medicine powder left over from Xie Yu's wound treatment last time from the storage ring, Sprinkle some on the wound.

Obviously, when Xie Yu used the medicine before, the other party didn't seem to feel anything at all, but when he actually used it on himself, he tasted it. It was like cutting the tender flesh under the wound with a blunt knife. It hurt so much Die alive!

"Is Xie Yu still human? You don't feel anything?" She gritted her teeth and wrapped her hands in gauze.

Besides, when Xuan Ling saw the blood, the blade of the sword also began to glow red, apparently awakened by her.

According to the method just now, Gong Dongling finally caught a red thread in the sea of ​​consciousness, and she grabbed that thread.

But that thread seemed to be very reluctant, it kept twisting in Gong Dongling's palm.And Gong Dongling was also determined not to let go, one person and one line were in a stalemate there, the last line was finally defeated and merged into her palm, at this moment, her sea of ​​consciousness shook violently, and her consciousness finally and The sword is attached.

She stretched out her hand, and with only a slight movement of her mind, the sword flew into her hand.

After a lot of tossing, Gong Dongling finally arrived at Zangshu Pavilion.

The Zangshu Pavilion looks like a small courtyard from the outside, but when you step into the door, you will find that there is a hole in the sky. A large piece of bamboo slips from ancient books hits the eyes, which is very spectacular.

Just as she stood there ignorantly, not even knowing how to find a book, an old man fell from the sky.

The old man was sloppy and slovenly, with gray hair and beard dragging on the ground, wrapped in a gray tattered robe, he was carrying a gourd wine jug, his face was full of drunkenness, his blurred and cloudy eyes were seeing Gong Dongling's After a while, he shone brightly: "Yo! Little friend I've never seen before! Rare guest, rare guest!"

"In this world, there are fewer and fewer juniors who concentrate on reading. I think back when we were young, the Library Pavilion couldn't hold so many people..."

He also wanted to smooth his beard, but found that there were knots everywhere, so he withdrew his hand embarrassingly.

"Senior, I am new to Zangshu Pavilion, and I don't know how to find the book I want. Can senior give me some pointers?"

"It's easy to say, easy to say, but I have already counted the book you want, I'm afraid it's this one." He flicked his fingertips, and the bookshelf in the library moved around the two of them, and the mechanism creaked. Then, in the blink of an eye, a new bookshelf landed in front of the two of them.

The old man didn't even read it, he just randomly took out a copy and threw it into Gong Dongling's hand.

Impossible, every book here looks the same... Suspicious, she opened the cover, only to see "Xuanji Cursive Record" written on it.

? !Is it really so amazing?At this moment, Gong Dongling's face was full of shock and "I also want to learn from the coach".

The old man chuckled, and stretched his neck to look at the book in Gong Dongling's hand: "Hmmm——Xuanji's sketches? I seem to have heard of it somewhere?"

At this moment, a voice interrupted them: "Old drunkard! Isn't that the book I want? Why did you give it to someone else!"

As soon as Gong Dongling raised her head, she saw Xie Yu standing in the distance, staring at herself and the old man with resentful eyes, and even stomped her feet angrily.

She took a few steps and walked forward, without looking at Gong Dongling, she just complained to the old man, aggrieved like a small doormat: "Isn't it that you put it here first, and take it back to watch after I finish warming the wine?" !"

The old man smiled, without any shame: "The old man forgot, and his memory is not good."

Xie Yu was in a hurry, and grabbed the old man's gourd jug with one hand: "Just remember to drink! Only when you lose your life will you count!"

In Gong Dongling's impression, Xie Yu has always been numb and cowering under pressure, and has never been so agile and lively.

The 15-year-old girl, who has not yet reached the age of drawing strips, and has been malnourished since she was a child, seems to be thinner than her peers, but under the messy hair that is simply tied up, she has a delicate face without makeup It has already begun to look like it will be a city in the future.

At this time, she raised her brows and eyes, her cheeks were puffed up, showing a childish state that had not faded away.

Gong Dongling chuckled, she was indeed a child, so cute.

I want to tease her even more.

"Xie Yu, do you want a book?" Gong Dongling raised the thin "Xuanji Caolu" in his hand, and his smile grew stronger, "I'll give it to you after calling Senior Sister."

Xie Yu hugged the flagon, and finally looked at Gong Dongling. His eyes were obviously longing for the book, but he still said bluntly: "First come, first come. Since the senior gave it to you first, then you should read it first."

After hearing this, Gong Dongling did not continue to persuade her, but opened the book in front of her, cleared her throat and read aloud: "Xuanji grass, only a hundred miles to the southeast, the sun is like an illusion, many lives... ..."

She hadn't read a few words when she saw Xie Yu rubbing her hands together in embarrassment, lowering her head and calling in a low voice, "Senior Sister."

"Ah?" Gong Dongling held the book in front of her face, just covering the lower half of her face with a smirk, she blinked and pretended not to hear.

Xie Yu raised her head, her face flushed red, and she said louder, "Master... Senior Sister!"

"So cute." She closed the book and happily handed it over.

When Xie Yu happily came to pick her up, she paused, did not let go, and stared at Xie Yu: "Do you know about Xuanjicao?"

"I just want to take a look..." Being asked such a question, Xie Yu was so guilty that he wanted to withdraw his hand, but Gong Dongling let go of the book.

Her eyes followed Gong Dongling's hand, but suddenly found that her hand was also wrapped with the same white gauze as her own.

When I wanted to ask her what she meant, the words came to my lips, but somehow it turned into: "What's wrong with your hand?"

Gong Dongling was taken aback for a moment, then realized that Xie Yu was asking about her wound, and then her peach blossom eyes turned into crescent moons: "It's okay, I just got scratched by accident, thank you for your concern, junior sister."

Xie Yu became more and more annoyed, and opened his mouth to question her about Xuanjicao, but was interrupted by the old man before he could open his mouth.

"If someone gives it to you, you can take a good look at it. Why are there so many problems? Why don't you hurry up and warm the wine and cook for me! Do you still want this month's monthly money!"

While talking, he pushed Xie Yu out of the room.

Xie Yu reluctantly took the jug and books and went out, leaving only the old man and Gong Dongling staring blankly.

Gong Dongling also wanted to leave, but was stopped by the old man: "Why are you going, we will have dinner together later, that little girl is not good at cultivation, and she has a bad temper. It's the smell of fireworks in the world, every time it reminds me of the years when I fell into trouble in the mortal world. If it wasn't for this, I would have driven her away long ago."

But Gong Dongling shook her head: "Senior is being duplicity again, obviously taking care of her better than anyone else."

After bigu, the monks almost stopped eating. The owner of the Zangshu Pavilion left Xie Yu by his side to cook and do chores. Didn't he find an excuse to help her?

"I'm not taking care of her, I'm being entangled by her. Back when the little girl finished her cultivation, she ran to the library pavilion every three days, borrowing things to recognize, read and practice calligraphy. She was so fascinated that she wanted to live with me directly." It's here, okay, I'm hungry and faint, and I still have to take care of this old man! Let her be a servant girl!

I can read the words, but I still don’t leave, and I’m making trouble, reading the exercise book there, laughing to death, I can’t read it at all, and I burned my good gold silk wooden bookshelf, I don’t know what wasted effort! ..."

The old man babbled, but there was no disgust in his tone.

Gong Dongling listened quietly, feeling a little touched in her heart, but these were never mentioned in the original book.

The Xie Yu here is different from the Xie Yu in the book. She is a tough girl with flesh and blood and her own value.

Xie Yu's real life is behind the specially woven sadistic tragedy.

"Senior, thank you." Gong Dongling said suddenly.

The pavilion master seemed to understand what Gong Dongling wanted to say, he snorted: "Thank God if I can save this old man from trouble!"