Xuanyou Hanbing had been sealed in the underground palace by Zhechuan for a long time. He was only briefly happy to see Mu Lin, and he was still lying on the ground with a sense of despair, looking listless like the whole piece of divine ice.
The reason was that it broke Zhechuan's favorite teapot. Xuanyou Hanbing was used to acting like a spoiled child in front of Mu Lin, and he became bolder and more heartless, and he fell into Zhechuan's hands. As the beloved pet of the master and the apprentice, Zhechuan just lightly confined it for a few days. Who knew that after Mu Lin left, it would make a fuss day and night without knowing whether to live or die. Zhechuan was already in a bad mood, and frowned and threw it into the underground palace.
Mu Lin looked at its half-dead appearance and wondered if it was the noisy one his master had described.
He bent down and comforted it for a while. He could not let it out without the master's permission, so he set up an ice magic circle under its eager eyes to help it absorb the surrounding water elements to restore some energy, and then left the underground palace without any reluctance.
Xuan You Hanbing burst into tears. This girl doesn’t care about it or love it anymore!
Mu Lin told her master that she wanted to go into seclusion.
Orikawa said nothing, and swallowed back the words he had originally intended to ask his disciple about his experiences over the years. Life seemed to have returned to the starting point, and he continued to read his books, water his flowers, and play his zither, with a dull expression.
Mu Lin looked at his back with the same indifferent expression.
What is different after all...
She seemed unable to blame her master, who accepted her as his disciple despite her hatred, and raised her to become a useful person, fulfilling all his duties as a master. But she also could not forgive and let go, and easily heal the scars in her heart... So, let it be.
When her master's lover returned to Yingzhou, she left without hesitation and opened her own immortal palace. She only accepted the title of master and disciple, tried her best to repay her master's kindness, and never disturbed him easily again.
Mu Lin entered the sealed palace room. On the wall was painted an ancient and complex protective magic circle. The moment the door was closed, the magic circle emitted a faint purple light.
The soul gathering array in her body and the extremely difficult soul enlightenment technique took up all of Mu Lin's energy during her retreat. Even though it was complex and profound, she persisted in exploring it without wasting a single moment.
As she expected, she succeeded in her cultivation the following year. Unfortunately, she did not have a mirror with her, so she could not see the fine purple lines growing under her left eye, which looked like blooming Lycoris radiata, strange and eerie.
During this period, she did not deliberately improve her cultivation, and even neglected it, but her cultivation increased a little. In fact, if you think about it carefully, the few years outside are more or less a kind of experience. More experience makes the mind clearer and more open, which is a great benefit for cultivation, so her cultivation speed has increased instead of decreased.
It’s hard not to be happy about this.
When I left the customs, the sun was shining brightly, and it was a rare good day. The patterns on Mu Lin's cheeks disappeared in the sunlight. The glaring sunlight made her squint her eyes. Listening to the crisp birdsong, a happy curve appeared on her lips.
After completing the first step, she did not slack off, but immediately went to the East Pavilion to look for some information about Penglai Fairy Island. She was not familiar with that place, and could only piece together a cold and ethereal fairyland from a few short lines in the book and a few words from her master.
Decades or even hundreds of years ago, in order to cultivate her mind, she read all the books in the East Pavilion. She had forgotten the contents of many books, but she still remembered the general location of the books. So she quickly found a book called "Xianzhou Zhi", which recorded 108 famous islands of all sizes. Penglai, as the most prominent island among the famous islands, was indeed recorded in more detail.
"Penglai Fairy Island, located at the end of the South China Sea, floats in the air..."
There are endless mountains on the island, with snow and ice covering the tops of the mountains all year round, and the surroundings are lingering with rolling clouds. At the foot of the mountains are endless lush grass, and the four seasons are as bright as the long summer. Penglai is home to a tribe of immortal birds called Cangluan, which number no more than a thousand. They prefer simple and noble clothing, and both male and female immortal forms are elegant and otherworldly.
Penglai Fairy Island has always been ruled by princesses of the Cangluan clan. This generation's clan leader is the eldest princess Bi Yuan. Due to the Cangluan clan's seclusion, her age, appearance, character and strength are all unknown.
The Nine-Aperture Divine Ganoderma that Mu Lin was looking for was transformed from the heart blood of the Nine-Sky Goddess. The first patriarch of the Cang Luan tribe served as the goddess' mount, so it is not surprising that the treasure was enshrined in his tribe after the goddess's death.
How to enter Penglai
Where are the treasures offered
How strong is the Cangluan clan
If you get it, how can you get out of it safely
The book didn't go into such detail, and she had hardly heard any news about Penglai in the past, so she knew too little about the current situation in Penglai...
If you plan ahead, you will succeed; if you don't, you will fail.
Mu Lin frowned slightly. She had to find a way to dig out some information. Where would the information come from... She suddenly thought of someone, Princess Qihe.
On the day of the Peach Festival, the little princess came to Yingzhou disguised as a fairy boy and led the master and apprentice to participate in the Peach Festival. She was very familiar with the various rankings of the fairy world and was very lively along the way. Later, she met the Fairy Lord Luochen at the South Heaven Gate, and Qihe's identity was revealed. She hurriedly left with the fairy maid she found.
The master explained that Qi He and Luo Chen Xian Jun were very close friends. They were both gifted at gossiping, and after chatting for a few minutes, they became very compatible. After that, they often gathered together to exchange information. There was nothing they didn't know about the various romantic anecdotes in the fairy world, the grievances between male and female fairies, and which big boss had a new and extremely talented disciple...
Presumably, they know more about Penglai than ordinary immortals, right? In order to get information, Mu Lin decided to visit Luochen Xianjun first.
After putting the "Xianzhou Zhi" back and was about to leave, he suddenly thought of something, turned around and walked to the bed where he usually used for a nap, with a faint expression.
In the past, she felt that this beautiful and soft brocade couch did not belong to her master, but rather to some beautiful woman. Now it seems that it belongs to that lady.
The East Pavilion has always been equipped with a dust-proof magic circle, so it is clean and dust-free. The brocade couch is also warm, soft, and clean as new. The things of the old friend must be sorted out, otherwise how can she explain it when she returns? Haha.
The mockery in Mu Lin's eyes became stronger, but she didn't want to think about these things that should have nothing to do with her. She was about to turn around and leave, and her wide sleeves brought a gust of wind, accidentally sweeping off a few pages of rice paper on the table. The rice paper fell to the ground slowly like a white butterfly with its wings drooping.
Why didn't you use a paperweight
Mu Lin sighed and walked over, leaned over to pick them up one by one, stacked them and laid them flat on the desk. He accidentally saw a little ink mark on the rice paper, and Mu Lin didn't think much about it. It was probably because the master put these papers under the pen and accidentally printed it.
At this time, there was a sound coming from outside. She was too familiar with the footsteps of her master. Mu Lin paused for a moment and picked up the green jade paperweight to press down the rice paper.
Zhechuan pushed the door open and walked in. The pale golden sunlight spread over Mu Lin's body, casting a holy and soft luster on his milky white robe. Mu Lin stood up beside the Xuan case and bowed respectfully to him, "Master, your disciple is out of retreat."
"Um."
Orikawa looked at her and responded absentmindedly.
Would the long years really create distance and estrangement, causing the master and apprentice who once spent every day together to become unfamiliar and polite? Orikawa had never been able to adapt to this change. At this moment, his deep eyes were filled with complex thoughts, but the moment he met her gaze, he fell into a long silence.
Mu Lin lowered his eyes, and his fingertips in his sleeves trembled slightly.
The atmosphere between the two was somewhat silent. The Golden Crow outside was obscured by flowing clouds, and the surroundings gradually became darker.
Mu Lin walked towards Zhechuan, her expression respectful but distant. Zhechuan looked at her warm eyes, and a cold and long wisdom light made his thoughts clear in an instant, dissecting the somewhat cruel truth - his disciple had grown up, matured, and learned to distance himself from everyone, even him, his master...
This thought made him feel a little depressed. It seemed that no matter how he tried to save her, her lively and innocent side would never be shown to him again. Was it because she had grown up and become more stable, or was there some misunderstanding or rift? Orikawa didn't know, but he couldn't ask according to his temperament.
Perhaps it was the disappointment of the child growing up and being separated from him, and the worry like an old father. If he was no longer someone that her disciple could rely on, who else could she place her feelings on, the little disciple from Beihai, Xilan? The dragon girl was young and ignorant, and she had her parents and brothers to accompany her. How could she, a master who was rarely together, rank among them
Even so, he was no longer the person closest to her.
Orikawa was feeling a little irritated. He wanted to get closer to his disciple, but there always seemed to be something between the two of them, something that was beyond words and he couldn't make any progress.
Mu Lin doesn't seem to have this kind of trouble, she still lives freely.
"Master, I want to visit Immortal Lord Luochen tomorrow."
Visit Luochen? Zhechuan looked at her in surprise. In his impression, the two of them didn't seem to have much friendship. The question came to his lips, but he turned it into an explanation: "I'll go with you."
Mu Lin didn't care: "Okay."
An indescribable depression rose in Orikawa's heart. He looked at her quietly, then turned and left.
Mu Lin originally planned to leave the East Pavilion, but at this moment he didn't want to follow his master, so he sat down and continued reading for a while.
There happened to be a few books placed in a corner of the desk. She picked up the top one at random, flipped through two pages without much interest, put it aside and picked up the books below... When she turned to the bottom one, she was surprised to find that it had no cover.
Perhaps it was because the book was compiled by the master himself, Mu Lin became a little interested. She opened the first page and saw seventeen unfamiliar characters - each of them looked like a ghost painting, with a complex structure, and she would feel dizzy if she looked at it for a long time. Mu Lin read them one by one, and they seemed a little familiar, but she confirmed that these characters did not exist in any existing culture of the immortal world or the human world.
Those who don’t know would think it’s the divine book…
Heavenly Book? Mu Lin's mind was moved, and he picked up the pen and dipped it in ink, and drew a similar character on the paper.
This was the character she had seen on the plaque of the shrine in the Demon Realm, and she had written it down on purpose. Now when she compared it with the characters in the book, she realized that they were indeed in the same language, because the last character was exactly the same as the one in the book.