Chapter 113 Another Incident Although it is bamboo, this hundred-year-old black bamboo is different. It has the toughness of bamboo, and because the old man with the bamboo stick has been nourishing it with the water of the spiritual veins all year round, its body is full of spiritual energy, and it is much harder than ordinary weapons. While Lingxiang was grinding ink, he had to use his spiritual energy to blend the purple leaf golden calamus spiritual energy with the ink so that he could then paint gold on the fan. At this time, the old man with the bamboo stick helped to shape the bamboo slips on the fan so that Lingxiang could paint on it. The door had been closed for three days, and Lingxiang had not come out. Even Xinyi, who had just returned from her inspection, was very surprised. This little girl had a very complicated mind, and ordinary people had no way of guessing it. I really didn't know what she was doing. But what made him even more surprised were Long Qi and Ren Dong. As soon as he came back, he saw the two of them staring at each other, without saying a word. No one knew what they were doing. Even when he went up to ask them questions, the two of them just glanced at him, and then looked at each other motionlessly. This is strange. Normally, the two of them look down on each other. Now, could it be that they have fallen in love with each other? …… Honeysuckle entered the house and was lying on the couch thinking about his future practice. He was distracted when he was startled by a "clang" sound outside the house. He couldn't help but wonder what happened outside. When he went out to take a look, he found that the room that Lingxiang had previously ordered to be closed was actually open, and the corner of Long Qi's clothes could be vaguely seen. Did he open the door? No! Lingxiang had just entered this room.
Rendong cautiously reached into the house, only to see Long Qi standing with his back to the door, like a stone sculpture. "What are you doing?" Honeysuckle asked. Long Qi was shocked and turned around quickly, but put his hands behind his back. "You...how did you...how did you come out..." Hearing him hesitating like that, there must be something going on. "What are you hiding?" Just as Jin Dong was about to step forward to check, he stepped on something. He looked down and saw that it was a book. He quickly raised his foot, but after lifting it, he found that it was written... Spring night picture! …… "Uh..." Xinyi came back from the shower, only to see the two of them still staring at each other, "You..." Before he finished speaking, he heard Long Qi shout, "This matter has nothing to do with you!" Xinyi was puzzled, and at this time, Rendong also spoke: "We have been guarding all night, you should sleep well and don't bother with us!" It's so weird, how could these two people have such a coincidence? It was only then that he noticed that there were several books in front of the two people on the table, but they were placed upside down on the table. He was about to reach out to pick up a book and read it, but Long Qi and Ren Dong simultaneously held it down and said in unison, "Don't move!!" …… Three days passed, and Lingxiang never left the room. Even when Maidong came, he never opened the door. It turned out that Lingxiang had pasted talismans on the door, so it could not be opened no matter what. The old man with the bamboo stick was very considerate. He made all the twenty-two fan strips needed for the bamboo fan and gave them all to Lingxiang. Then Lingxiang only had to think about how to attach talismans to each fan leaf. She originally thought of painting directly on the bamboo slips with the ink mixed with purple leaf golden agate. The ink was originally an excellent lacquer smoke ink, and with the support of the purple leaf golden agate spiritual power, it would not fade easily in the future. But after all, it was painted on bamboo slips, so it was hard to say for sure. Lingxiang was puzzled for a moment, then she looked at the twenty-two bamboo slips again. Two of them were thicker than the others and were made from the bamboo skin. She thought they were going to be used for the outer side of the fan ribs. However, the remaining twenty were thin and tough.
"Ha! This old man said he was not happy, but he was actually quite thoughtful and even applied glaze." Lingxiang immediately laughed. With an idea, Lingxiang took out a small carving knife from her Qiankun bag. Since she was worried about the ink fading, and the bamboo slips were so thin and tough, she might as well carve the talisman into a hollow shape, and then paint the edges with ink and gold, which would make it look more majestic. Thinking of this, she began to carve. However, this hundred-year-old black bamboo was carefully cared for by the old man with the bamboo stick. If she hadn't used the method of drawing the spirit into the instrument, she really couldn't hurt it at all. Even if she used this method, it really consumed a lot of Lingxiang's spiritual power. However, it took Lingxiang two days to make the fan. She was really tired on the remaining day. After arranging the bamboo fan, she hung it in the shade of the house to dry. Then she climbed onto the bed and fell asleep. She slept so soundly that she was unconscious. but…… After sleeping for a whole day, she finally woke up at noon. After a good sleep, Lingxiang felt relaxed all over. When she opened the door and was about to stretch, she saw two people standing at the door, like door gods, but these door gods were not facing outside, but Lingxiang, with solemn expressions on their faces. It must be said that Long Qi and Ren Dong waited in silence for a long time. When they saw Lingxiang's door open, they took one of each of her and immediately carried her into the house. I was still confused when I just woke up. Could it be that these two people had gone crazy to treat me like this? Lingxiang was full of surprise and was stunned for a long while. When she came to her senses, she was already sitting on the bed, and Long Qi and Ren Dong were also sitting on the opposite side. This... It was like a three-court trial in the mortal world...Long Qi Rendong did not say anything, just stared at Lingxiang. Lingxiang felt uncomfortable being stared at, and twisted her body to get up, but she didn't expect the two people opposite to tell her to sit still in unison... "Uh... this..." Lingxiang was puzzled. Why are these two people so strange? "I just closed the door for a few days. Why are you so..." Before he finished speaking, Long Qi and Ren Dong reached into their arms and took out several books, then threw them on the table. Ling Xiang looked over and saw "Liu Xiang Tu", "Charming Spring Night", "Spring Night Picture", "He Huan Secret Play"... This…… Isn’t this the only copy she treasures? How could they... "Uh..." Lingxiang didn't know how to start for a moment, but then she thought, she is their master, and the book should be in the next room, but the next room was not allowed to be entered before, so how did they get it? Since he had obtained these rare copies, he must have broken into that house, which would have been against the master's orders. Since we've been discovered anyway, we might as well take the initiative... "Ahem..." Lingxiang cleared her throat, "Didn't the master warn you not to step into that room? How dare you two disobey the master's order? It's really... too outrageous... too outrageous..." She had originally wanted to show off her momentum, but the two people in front of her looked so solemn that she couldn't show off any dignity at all. She felt defeated before she could finish a sentence. "You...you...what are you doing?" Lingxiang still stiffened her neck and shouted confidently, "I...I just collected it. It's just a book, what's the big deal!" Honeysuckle seemed to be unable to bear it, and said after a moment's hesitation: "Although as a disciple, I should not interfere too much in my master's affairs, but as a woman, how can I read such vulgar books in private? If others knew about it, wouldn't it damage my reputation?" Hearing this, Lingxiang huddled on the bed and said in a muffled voice, "Even if you say it was done in private, I clearly hid it well, how could anyone know about it... Besides, a cultivator is above the mundane world, how could he care about such mundane matters..." "Mundane matters?" Long Qi's voice sank. "You really don't consider yourself a woman. You ignore the distinction between men and women, and now you read these books. Could it be that you learned this from some mental sutra?" "That...that's not the case..." Lingxiang hesitated, glanced at the two people opposite her, and then a plan came to her mind. She looked at Honeysuckle and said, "Look, I have been busy with your affairs these days. A few days ago, they all chose their own magic tools, but you didn't. However, you have a special spiritual root and can't be the same as them. I was worried for a long time and finally thought of a good idea." Lingxiang said this, stood up, walked past the two of them, and took the fan hanging in the room. "Look, I personally made a magic weapon for you. I think it should be very suitable for your spiritual roots." Upon hearing this, Honeysuckle's expression relaxed a little. She looked at Lingxiang's hand and saw a black fan painted with gold, which looked very exquisite.
The fan was about ten inches long, with strange patterns painted on the handle. As the incense slowly opened, it was discovered that the fan was hollowed out with talismans, each with a different pattern on each leaf. There were also some carved patterns underneath, with gold edges, which was quite impressive. "This...is this made specially for me?" Honeysuckle was a little surprised. Lingxiang, who looks careless on weekdays, actually has such skillful hands? "Of course it's for you, otherwise why would I stay in the room these days?" Lingxiang said as she handed over the fan. Honeysuckle took it with both hands, still with an expression of disbelief on her face. But after stroking the fan for a while, her expression eased a lot. He glanced at Long Qi, then slowly opened the black fan in his hand. He felt that the fan was extremely light, and even if it was not used as a magic weapon, it would still be an excellent ornament. This was made by Lingxiang herself. Rendong couldn't help but look at Long Qi again, with a proud look on his face. "It's just that this fan was made not long ago. First, it hasn't been named yet, and second, it hasn't gathered any spirits," Lingxiang said at this time: "Don't underestimate these two things. If you can get a good name, it will be easier to gather spirits. Once you gather spirits, it will be of great benefit to your practice!" "This... do you want me to name it?" asked Honeysuckle. "If you have a name you like, that would be great. It would save me a lot of trouble. After all, it will always be with you in the future." Lingxiang said, taking out the carving knife, "If you have thought of it, I will carve it for you." "Always be with me..." As Ren Dong spoke, he glanced at Long Qi, who now had a pale face and could not utter a word. "Then let's call him Suidong." "Suidong fan..." Lingxiang pondered, "Not bad." Then she took the Suidong from Rendong's hand and carved it. A carved character appeared on the handle of the fan. The beautiful handwriting added a touch of softness to the fan. "Then you can try it out. If you are able to do it well, I will select some suitable exercises for you to practice in the future." Lingxiang advised. Upon hearing this, Rendong glanced at Long Qi again, then took the fan and went into the yard, feeling inexplicably happy. Seeing that Honeysuckle had left the room, Lingxiang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and walked to the bed and sat down. It really took a lot of thought, but it is good to defeat them one by one, and the rest... Lingxiang looked up at Long Qi, only to see that he was frowning, his face was ashen... (End of this chapter)