Xiuxian Work Log

Chapter 114 Deliberate

"Aren't you brothers?"

In the room, Lin Qingyue looked at the "brothers" who had just acted very close to each other, each holding their own piece of white paper on the left and right.

Yun Shaobo curled his lips and said as a matter of course: "Even if you are brothers, you can't read what I write."

Lin Qingyue stretched out his hand: "Then I have to see it anyway, right?"

Yun Shaobo let go of his hand and handed it to Lin Qingyue awkwardly.

Lin Qingyue was attracted by the sharp and powerful handwriting of Yun Shaobo, which was written with great force and could be seen through the back of the paper. He nodded and roughly read the content.

Question 1: If you were asked to create a new practice, how would you create it? What functions would the practice have?

Yun Shaobo: Invincible swordsmanship. First, temper the black iron with ghost fire, then add yin water, etc. If it doesn’t work, find Master Ouyang for help. The sword can split mountains and seas with one sword.

Question 2: If I give you one day now, how much time would you plan to spend on cultivation?

Yun Shaobo: Three hours, the rest of the time I will sleep and eat.

Question 3: As a future elite, what do you think of the demons?

Yun Shaobo: Kill (crossed out), I will kill those who I can defeat, the demons are all extremely vicious and cruel.

Lin Qingyue backed up a copy to the system and returned the blank paper to the uneasy Yun Shaobo.

Yun Shaobo was a little nervous, and his eyes couldn't help but look at Lin Qingyue's lips, fearing that she would say something that he would not like.

Yun Shaobo: "...I think I'm right, right?"

Lin Qingyue took the white paper from Wen Lingyun and asked him after hearing what Yun Shaobo said.

“Did you write everything according to your own ideas?”

Yun Shaobo was a little confused, "Of course it is!"

Lin Qingyue: "Write down what you think, that's right, full marks."

"But..." Yun Shaobo was puzzled. "How could I be completely right? I was obviously wrong before."

"There are no absolute answers to these questions. If you write carefully, you will get full marks."

Lin Qingyue opened the white paper from Wen Lingyun, saw the slightly sloppy words, and glanced at the guilty Wen Lingyun.

Pointing at an unknown ball of ink, he looked at Wen Lingyun quietly.

"Xiao Shuang, your handwriting doesn't need to be very good, but you should at least be able to be read clearly, right?"

"Besides simple training competitions, what are the characters, formations, medicinal prescriptions, elixir recipes, and ancient books and classics that are not used in those sects?"

Wen Lingyun lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking, and just stared at the words in a daze.

Yun Shaobo came over and wanted to see what Wen Lingyun had written, but Lin Qingyue quickly put it away.

Yun Shaobo could only give up and ask the next best thing: "What did he write?"

Lin Qingyue slowly put it away and said, "I can't make the decision on this, but if you want to know what Xiaoshuang wrote, you can tell him what you wrote first."

Yun Shaobo knew that he had scored full marks, so he was no longer afraid and quickly told Wen Lingyun what he had written.

Wen Lingyun stayed where she was, her eyelashes trembling violently. She suddenly jumped up, snatched the white paper from Lin Qingyue's hand, and tore it into pieces.

Yun Shaobo exclaimed, and Lin Qingyue looked at him with a headache.

People's joys and sorrows cannot be understood. Yun Shaobo could not understand why Wen Lingyun suddenly tore up his white paper, nor did he know why Wen Lingyun looked like he was angry, or angry with him.

After Lin Qingyue sent Yun Shaobo back, he saw Wen Lingyun piecing together the paper bit by bit.

The wind blew in from the door, blowing the scraps of paper on the ground out. Lin Qingyue reached out to catch them and put them next to Wen Lingyun.

Feeling Lin Qingyue's breath, Wen Lingyun did not move.

The Dust-Breaking System allowed Lin Qingyue to comfort Wen Lingyun.

"As a kid, it's inevitable that you'll feel some frustration when you're suddenly exposed to incredibly talented peers."

Yun Shaobo was originally the youngest grandson of the Yun family. Yu Qingping and his wife had invested countless efforts in him since he was young. Whether it was his cheerful and confident personality, the nourishment he received from his cultivation with magical tools, or the fact that he had been asking others to teach him calligraphy and painting since he was three years old so he could draw talismans...

There is no doubt that Wen Lingyun cannot compare to him.

Lin Qingyue helped Wen Lingyun put the rest together.

"Why do you want to fight back again?"

The child's voice was muffled, like a hot steamer.

"I shouldn't have torn it up, I'm sorry, Sister Qingyue."

Lin Qingyue: "I'm a little angry, do you know why?"

Wen Lingyun shook her head, "I don't know."

Lin Qingyue: "You've let down your own efforts because of the influence of others, and you've let yourself down."

"sorry."

Lin Qingyue: "Don't say sorry to me, you haven't done anything sorry to me. How long have you been practicing calligraphy?"

Wen Lingyun: "Forty-one days."

Lin Qingyue looked into Wen Lingyun's eyes and didn't let him escape.

"You already know most of the characters, but you don't want to put any effort into practicing them. Are you still practicing without sleeping behind my back?"

"No."

"Then there is."

Lin Qingyue used his spiritual power to put the pieces of paper together bit by bit, and the white paper looked brand new.

"You have a lifetime to cultivate, but because of this you are overdrawing your body in advance. Little do you know that the meager spiritual energy you received that night can't even make up for the void in your body."

"The spiritual power I use now may take you a day and a night to cultivate. Is it really worth it?"

"Think about it."

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Dust-Breaking System was almost pissed off. "He's already practicing hard on his own, why are you still trying to persuade him? When will he ever become a Sword Saint?"

Lin Qingyue glanced at the sleeping Wen Lingyun, feeling a little helpless.

"Isn't there something wrong with your elite program? They let him become a Sword Saint in just ten years! Do you know how hard it is to become a Sword Saint? How many Sword Saints are there in the world of immortal cultivation? Are you treating me like a wholesaler of Sword Saints?!"

Of the three sword masters currently widely known in the world of immortal cultivation, two are from the Ziyang Sword Sect, namely Wu Kun, the master of Wuwang Peak, and Wenren Qu, the master of Yuexi Peak.

There is also a wandering cultivator who calls himself the Sword Saint. No one knows his name, but they only know that he carries a broken sword on his back that can cut through the heavens and earth and destroy ghosts and gods.

The Dust-Breaking System didn't care how difficult the task was. "The elite of the elite must be one in a million, so outstanding that others will feel ashamed of themselves!"

Lin Qingyue chuckled, "According to what you said, I will never become an elite in this lifetime. What bullshit elite, what bullshit mission."

The interstellar people in the live broadcast could not hear the sound of the Dust-Breaking System, but could only hear Lin Qingyue's angry voice.

【What happened to the anchor? 】

[Could it be that he was scolded by the system? The streamers I used to follow were often scolded by the system and cried.]

[Isn't this too much? If it's a mission, the host can ask us for help!]

【Anchor, please look at us! 】

The screen went black, Lin Qingyue interrupted the live broadcast and looked at the bat hanging upside down on the tree in his mind.

"Did you release this task on purpose?"