After the rebirth, the old enemy helps me clean up

"Junior Brother Pei, are you there?"

Zhou Wuyou politely knocked on the door three times, waiting for Lu Chengyang's response.

After a long while of silence inside the door, Lu Chengyang's clear voice suddenly came: "Here we come, senior brother."

Lu Chengyang hurriedly opened the door, his hair was loose and messy.

"Brother is good."

His clear eyes looked at Zhou Wuyou with a smile.

Zhou Wuyou also smiled at him, and then said: "Junior brother Pei, the master said that he will enroll you in the inner sect. This is the jade charm card distributed by Juanzong Pavilion."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Wuyou handed over a small box.

Lu Chengyang was a little apprehensive about all kinds of boxes and boxes recently, but he took them immediately and opened them.

The clear luster of the jade talisman symbolizing the inner disciples of the Buming Pavilion fell into his pupils.

After all these years, it seems that the jade talisman has not changed.

In the past, Lu Chengyang only carried the talisman with him for a few days before losing it. Afterwards, he engraved another one and lost it again.

So Qin Yunzi ordered the immortal masters in Juanzong Pavilion not to allow him to carve new ones, it would be a waste of jade.

But, wait a minute, Xie Jing really wants to make him his apprentice, right?

Lu Chengyang suddenly found it hard to accept, looked up at Zhou Wuyou and said, "Is it just an inner sect, did you say anything else?"

Zhou Wuyou said: "Junior Brother Pei, don't be discouraged, although Master has no intention of accepting any more disciples, but after entering the inner sect, the hope will be great..."

He racked his brains to comfort Lu Chengyang, but when Lu Chengyang heard that "he has no intention of accepting another disciple", he immediately expressed a relieved expression.

Zhou Wuyou was a little puzzled, why did Junior Brother Pei seem to be relieved?

So he said a few words about paying attention to his body and practicing well, and then left the Molin mansion.

-

Seeing Zhou Wuyou walking away, Lu Chengyang just closed the door and put the jade talisman on the small table.

The small engraved seal that had just been carried in his arms suddenly shone with golden light, and there was a lot of movement.

Lu Chengyang held the engraved seal in his hand, and Tan Taiheng's voice came over: "Hey, can you hear me?"

"I can hear it, I can hear it."

Lu Chengyang said with a suppressed voice.

Tan Taiheng said: "Why are you so quiet?"

Lu Chengyang replied: "This is a private conversation, so naturally don't make it too public."

Tantai Heng at that place responded casually, and then went straight to the business: "I've confirmed it, that's the sun candle illuminating the sword."

Lu Chengyang let out an "oh".

If the old suzerain of Tantai Sect already knew all kinds of things related to Taiyin today, then the candle lighting itself must also play an important role.

At present, the lives injured by Taiyin are irretrievable, and the identity of the wraith who is the source of hostility on it has also been revealed.

But it's just the beginning.

Lu Chengyang faintly felt this way.

"Is there any other connection between Zhuzhao and Youying?"

Lu Chengyang seemed to be asking Tantai Heng, but at the same time asking himself.

Tan Taiheng was silent for a moment at the other end, and said: "One is thicker and the other is thinner. I don't know how it will resonate in one place."

Lu Chengyang suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Do you think you can use candlelight to find out where the shadow of the sun was before Liangcheng appeared?"

Tan Taiheng said: "It is possible, but..."

Lu Chengyang was puzzled: "Just what?"

"It's nothing."

Tan Taiheng didn't know what he was thinking, but just vaguely mentioned it.

He said again: "I'll try to see how these two swords are connected."

After all, the golden light on the engraved seal disappeared immediately.

Lu Chengyang raised his voice and yelled at the carved seal a few times, but there was no response.

Tan Taiheng is a man of action, and it is estimated that he has already started to see if Zhuzhao can trace Youying's trace.

Lu Chengyang could only wait for the news, feeling a little aggrieved.

So he took out the rubbing paper, thinking about how to decipher the information behind the words in the near future.

And the text on the stone gate.

His mind was restless, and Lu Chengyang's dream was also not stable.

Although the dream was a simple dream, it was full of the so-called blood gu.

And the men and women with red lotuses on their foreheads in the east courtyard, they all put on the same face in an instant.

And that face is none other than him from his previous life.

-

Lu Chengyang vaguely seemed to hear someone calling him Lu Zang, but the voice was too low, and it only existed in hallucinations.

Lu Chengyang suddenly opened his eyes and woke up in an instant.

He rubbed his eyes, turned over and got off the bed, remembering his cleaning work.

Just as he was carrying the broom to Molin Palace Lord's Mansion, he saw several disciples carrying large volumes and small volumes.

"Senior brother, are you going to move Hanshu Pavilion?"

Lu Chengyang put the broom behind him, and approached a disciple to ask.

The disciple replied: "No, it was requested by the pavilion master. It is said that the scroll is precious, so it is best not to send it with a mysterious method."

Lu Chengyang glanced at the scrolls in his hand, and found that they were indeed old scrolls.

Among them were Qin Yunzi's manuscripts from that year.

What is Xie Jing going to do?

While sweeping the ground beside him, Lu Chengyang watched the disciples transport the scrolls and leave Mo Lin Mansion.

I still remember that Qin Yunzi cherished the ancient scrolls so much back then, he always sorted and repaired them himself, and when he was tired, he would ask his disciple to sort them out.

And when Lu Chengyang wanted to be lazy, he would rely on Xie Jing.

He felt that when asking for help, there should always be some benefits, but nothing seemed to be able to seduce Xie Jing.

So Lu Chengyang asked Xie Jing to share the "heavy burden" with his consistent shamelessness.

Lu Chengyang swept all the way into the pavilion, bumping into someone without distraction.

At this time, all the disciples who delivered the books were gone, and the one who was still there was naturally Xie Jing.

Lu Chengyang put the broom on his back again, and said, "Hello, Pavilion Master."

Xie Jing glanced at him and said, "There is no need to clean it in the future."

As soon as Xie Jing finished speaking, Lu Chengyang took off the broom in his hand and leaned into the corner automatically.

Lu Chengyang himself doesn't care, after all, he is currently shackled by a shell, and he can't be as free as he was back then.

Before Tan Taiheng found out one or two, he had to be idle.

Now that this small punishment is over, probably the mistake of pretending to be crazy last time has also turned the page.

"Pavilion Master, this disciple is well aware of my mistakes, and I am very grateful for Pavilion Master's forgiveness."

Lu Chengyang's eyes still reflected a clear side, he raised his head, and suddenly saw that Xie Jing's complexion seemed to be a little pale, and said: "Master, the injury caused by the sun has healed?"

In fact, he has always been a little guilty.

The guilt lies in the fact that the current spiritual power has not yet matured, and the reaction has not kept up. He will be plotted against by a sword and let others take the blame.

Even if it hurts, he really should bear it by himself.

Such a bad thing should never be shared by others.

Xie Jing said indifferently: "No problem."

Suddenly he seemed to have thought of something, and said: "Speaking of the last time..."

Lu Chengyang frowned a little, he won't be stabbed and will collect debts, right?

Xie Jing seemed to consider his words in these slight silences, and then said: "It shows that you are lazy on weekdays, and you need to be diligent in your cultivation, and you can't protect yourself well, so—"

"You still need a small ring."

Lu Chengyang frowned even more strangely, but Xie Jing was talking about something.

He went over the words in his mind, and realized that it was wrong to cultivate too low, and he still wanted to punish him.

"come over."

Xie Jing whispered to him.

Lu Chengyang followed behind Xie Jing and asked, "Pavilion Master, how can I give you a small warning?"

Xie Jing didn't pay attention to him, just went straight to the upper floor, and pushed open the inner door of the attic where he usually lives.

Lu Chengyang stood at the door and did not step in.

After all, Xie Jing doesn't like others entering his own residence. It used to be, and it seems to be even more so now.

Therefore, the entire Mo Lin Mansion is often surrounded by a sinking silence.

"come over."

Xie Jing said again.

Lu Chengyang then stepped in, but walked extremely cautiously.

The scrolls brought by the disciples were stacked in front of the desk in the living room according to their categories. The six stacks of scrolls were as tall as a person, taking up quite a lot of space.

Xie Jing said: "This column of bamboo slips is damaged to some extent, and it needs to be repaired today."

He slowly moved half of the scrolls on the left, and then said: "You can fix this half."

Lu Chengyang didn't expect that this little precept was actually a book repair.

The old drudgery came back.

The disciples of Buming Pavilion can learn some of these things, so Lu Chengyang can't say that he can't.

Otherwise, it will be accused of practicing laziness again.

-

Fragments of light and shadow leaked in through the window and fell on Xie Jing's face and robe.

The lotus pattern embroidered with Xianmen's special silk thread on the robe was shining brightly at this time, covering Xie Jing's whole body with a layer of soft brilliance.

"Wrong compilation."

Xu Shi walked away for such a moment, and the bamboo slips on Lu Chengyang's side row didn't even match the previous words.

Xie Jing clasped the bamboo slip lightly with one finger.

Lu Chengyang hurriedly said: "The disciple made a mistake, please edit it again."

So he put the wandering bamboo slip back to its original place, and searched for the correct one again.

Xie Jing suddenly said again: "From now on, there is no need to call yourself a disciple."

Lu Chengyang raised his head in confusion: "Ah? Pavilion Master, what do you call a disciple if you don't?"

Is it Xiao Miaomiao?

Xie Jing seemed to be stopped by his rhetorical question, and couldn't find a suitable name for him for a while, so he said with a flick of his sleeves, "Forget it."

Lu Chengyang was puzzled in his heart, but on the surface he didn't pursue it.

What's wrong with Xie Jing, after being weird, he was a little nervous.

In the early years, Lu Chengyang was always full of nonsense in the process of compiling books, so the progress can be said to be only a little better than the speed of the turtle.

At this time, although the work was meticulous, the two were relatively silent, and the bamboo slips were not scattered too much, but they were quickly repaired.

But the other few stacks are different, and they need to test some kung fu.

Even though Qin Yunzi occasionally asked Lu Chengyang to revise his books back then, he was not at all worried about handing over the more complicated ones to him, and would only hand them over to Xie Jing.

"Pavilion Master, may I borrow these volumes from my disciples to read?"

Coincidentally, some of these ancient scrolls were about Gu Yangwen, so Lu Chengyang asked to borrow them.

Xie Jing glanced at the scroll lightly, and said, "The handwriting on it is blurred in a few places, but it shouldn't affect the reading."

After finishing speaking, he gently picked up those books and read the words on the cover: "Gu Yangwen?"

Lu Chengyang said: "Pavilion Master, there is no limit to learning, and Gu Yangwen is an ancient character. I feel that learning Gu Yangwen can help us understand ancient history and absorb the wisdom of our ancestors."

Xie Jing listened to Lu Chengyang's self-justification, but did not make any comments, so he handed him several ancient books in ancient Yangwen.

"Thank you, Pavilion Master."

Lu Chengyang smiled at Xie Jing.

Then he remembered the eight-edged fan, so he quickly put the scroll aside, and handed the ancestor's hand to Xie Jing: "Master, it's a waste to give the eight-edged fan to the disciple, it's better to return it to the master."

It just so happened that from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the porcelain cup on Xie Jing's desk.

The lotus flower on the cup is just a rough shape, not very elegant.

One can tell at a glance that it is a work without a semicolon burned by his blood-clothed fairy himself.

But just thinking about it like this, a soft place in Lu Chengyang's heart suddenly moved, scratching his internal organs instantly made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Xie Jing reached out and retracted the octagonal fan.

"The pavilion master, the disciples will leave first."

He didn't look at Xie Jing any more, he picked up the scroll and ran out of the main mansion.

Xie Jing watched as Lu Chengyang's figure escaped out of sight, and then sat in front of the table.

He raised his hand to dip the pen in the ink, and completed the unpainted human face in the painting.

The young man in the painting smiled brightly, and his obsidian eyes seemed to bring a clear light to the world.