novelapdf Chapter 300 My Senior Sister Dislikes My Pain
Chapter 300 My Senior Sister Dislikes My Pain
"Every day I spend my time in the library either repairing books or sweeping dust. Even when I occasionally have a cup of tea, I worry that Elder Chen will think I'm slacking off."
"I don't have time to provoke others."
Qin Wanzhuang looked at Wenren Ji.
"Is there anything else?"
After finishing the osmanthus pastry, Wenren Ji picked up a second one.
"A senior female student said that he looks honest when he smiles."
Lin Miaoyin commented, "She has poor taste."
Jin Qiaoqiao nodded.
"It's not just impossible."
Qin Wanzhuang looked at Mo Chengyue.
"No laughing tomorrow."
Mo Chengyue covered his face.
"Senior sister, that's going too far."
"I made a living in the library by virtue of my honest face."
"If you don't let me laugh, Elder Chen will think I've been caught peeking at forbidden books."
Lin Miaoyin said, "Then you should wear a veil tomorrow."
Jin Qiaoqiao said, "Why not wear a demon mask?"
Qin Wanzhuang said, "Wear a bamboo hat."
Mo Chengyue remained silent for a moment.
"I'm just going to work, not to assassinate the sect leader."
Wenren Ji said in a low voice, "A bamboo hat is good."
Mo Chengyue glared at him.
"Junior brother, you ate the osmanthus pastry for nothing."
Wenren Ji finished the last bite.
"tasty."
"But the straw hat is good."
Everyone inside the room laughed.
The laughter had neither the bloody smell of the ruins nor the scheming of the main hall.
The night breeze wafted through the windows of the Iron Tree Pavilion, bringing with it the unique fragrance of bamboo leaves from the back of Qingquan Peak.
Mo Chengyue sat between three stunningly beautiful women, listening to their complaints about him, and surprisingly, he didn't immediately think of escaping.
These days are too dangerous.
It's so comfortable.
It was so comfortable that even this Taoist cultivator began to doubt whether he had been corrupted by the allure of pleasure.
Jin Qiaoqiao placed the teacup in front of him.
"Come over tomorrow night to adjust the spirit-gathering array for me."
Mo Chengyue immediately regained consciousness.
"Tomorrow night?"
Qin Wanzhuang also looked at him.
"You're coming to Jian Ge tomorrow night so I can check your movement techniques."
Lin Miaoyin gently fiddled with the jade bell on her wrist.
"I also need to see him tomorrow night."
"I recently acquired a piece of ancient music, and I need him to listen to whether my breathing is smooth."
Mo Chengyue looked at the three of them, a faint ache in his temples.
He knew it.
At the end of the gentle embrace, there is always the work schedule.
He gave a dry laugh.
How about this?
"I'm going to my second senior sister's place tomorrow night to get a scolding."
"Come and repair the formation here again, senior."
"Finally, we went to listen to music at Senior Sister Lin's place."
Qin Wanzhuang asked, "Can you handle it?"
Jin Qiaoqiao said, "If he can't hold on, it means he's physically weak."
Lin Miaoyin smiled and said, "Even a weak body can be nourished."
Mo Chengyue immediately sat up straight.
"Indeed."
"I, Mo Chengyue, may not have many other skills, but I'm quite good at running errands and doing chores."
Qin Wanzhuang stared at him for a moment.
Don't force yourself to be strong.
Jin Qiaoqiao hummed softly.
"If you really can't take it anymore, just say so. This princess won't shortchange you on any medicine."
Lin Miaoyin lightly touched the rim of the cup with her fingertips, her voice softening slightly.
"I also have calming incense at my place."
"If you can't sleep well, you can come and get it."
Mo Chengyue looked at them, the witty remark he wanted to say stuck in his throat, but he swallowed it back.
He picked up his teacup and said earnestly, "Thank you."
Qin Wanzhuang looked away.
"Good to know."
Jin Qiaoqiao brushed her hair back.
"Don't misunderstand, I'm just worried that if you die, no one will repair the pavilion."
Lin Miaoyin smiled and said, "I won't pretend anymore."
"I really can't bear to part with it."
The tea that Mo Chengyue had just drunk got stuck in his throat again.
Wenren Ji stood at the door, glanced at him, then turned and left, still holding his sword.
"Third Senior Brother."
Mo Chengyue struggled to raise his head.
"Um?"
Wenren Ji's voice drifted back from the night.
"Take care of yourself."
Laughter erupted again inside the room.
Mo Chengyue clutched his chest, feeling that the words "junior brother" were spoken with great spirit.
Take care.
You really should take care.
If he survives even a little bit tonight, he will have failed the earnest expectations of the people of Qingquan Peak.
By the time the tea party ended, the moonlight had already climbed up to the bamboo tips.
Qin Wanzhuang got up first and carefully straightened the hem of her clothes.
"I'm going back to Jiange."
"You take me."
Mo Chengyue quickly stood up.
"Of course."
Jin Qiaoqiao said lazily, "After you're done delivering, fix the array pattern at the entrance."
Lin Miaoyin also spoke with a smile.
"If you're still not sleepy after you finish repairing the array patterns, walk with me for a while towards Purple Bamboo Peak."
Mo Chengyue slipped.
He looked at Qin Wanzhuang.
Qin Wanzhuang looked at him.
"You agreed to it yourself."
Mo Chengyue looked at Jin Qiaoqiao.
Jin Qiaoqiao held a teacup.
"You dare refuse?"
Mo Chengyue then looked at Lin Miaoyin.
Lin Miaoyin's eyes were smiling.
"Is Mo Lang willing to reject me?"
Mo Chengyue remained silent for a long time before finally revealing a weary smile typical of office workers.
"I suddenly realized that working the night shift at the library isn't so bad."
"At least the classics won't make me send them home."
Qin Wanzhuang stepped out.
"Stop talking nonsense."
Jin Qiaoqiao waved her hand.
"Remember to come back and get back to work."
Lin Miaoyin walked barefoot across the tiger-skin carpet, her purplish-red skirt swaying gracefully under the lamplight.
"Mo Lang, the moonlight is beautiful tonight."
Mo Chengyue followed behind Qin Wanzhuang, gazing at the quiet night road of Qingquan Peak, silently rearranging his plans for tomorrow.
I got up early to go to the library.
I repaired the damaged scroll at noon.
In the afternoon, I organized the jade slips containing the cultivation techniques.
We returned to Qingquan Peak in the evening.
He was scolded at night, repaired the formation, listened to music, and saw people off.
well.
Enrichment.
It perfectly reflects the fate of a working-class person.
He looked up at the bright moon on the horizon and suddenly realized that his past life's experience of working overtime could be considered an ancestral method of protecting one's path in the cultivation world.
At least in terms of being arranged by several stunning female cultivators in turn, he already possesses very mature experience in dealing with pressure.
Qin Wanzhuang was walking ahead when she suddenly stopped.
"Mo Chengyue".
Mo Chengyue immediately pulled his wandering thoughts back.
"What are your instructions, Senior Sister?"
Qin Wanzhuang didn't turn around, but simply tossed him a small jade bottle.
"Wash your face."
Mo Chengyue caught the jade bottle and was stunned for a moment.
"That little injury around your eye?"
Qin Wanzhuang said, "Ugly."
Mo Chengyue smiled.
"Is Senior Sister trying to embarrass Qingquan Peak by making me look bad?"
Qin Wanzhuang paused for a moment, then lowered her voice.
"I also feel sorry for you because it hurts."
Mo Chengyue held the jade bottle, his steps slowing down slightly.
A night breeze lifted Qin Wanzhuang's high ponytail, and her blood-jade hair swayed warmly in the moonlight.
She didn't say anything more.
Mo Chengyue didn't continue his banter.
The two walked along the bluestone path towards Jian Ge. Behind them, the lights in the Iron Tree Pavilion were still on, and they could vaguely hear Jin Qiaoqiao and Lin Miaoyin arguing about the tea-producing area again.
The night at Qingquan Peak was not quiet.
But Mo Chengyue felt that such noise was much more pleasing to the ear than the complete silence of the ruins.
He tucked the jade bottle into his sleeve and muttered something under his breath.
"I wish life could always be like this."
Qin Wanzhuang did not stop walking.
"Yes."
Looking at her tall and straight back, Mo Chengyue couldn't help but laugh and say, "Senior Sister, are you so confident?"
Qin Wanzhuang raised her hand and pressed it against the hilt of the sword.
"Anyone who dares to destroy it will be executed."
Mo Chengyue wisely shut up.
That doesn't sound gentle enough.
But I feel very safe.
He suddenly felt that tonight's escort mission was worthwhile.
At least, the tea was good.
The snacks were good.
The medicine my senior sister gave me was also good.
As for that endless work schedule for tomorrow night...
That's something Mo Chengyue should worry about tomorrow night.