"Why haven't you come yet? You haven't come yet. Senior Brother Mo Bai, please go and remind the master that the senior sister is seriously injured and cannot be disturbed. Please let the master come here quickly." Su Baiyi paced back and forth in the main hall, his face very anxious.
Mo Bai kept comforting him: "Don't worry, Master is here and he won't run away."
"Who can say for sure? This Confucian sage is so elusive. What should we do if he runs away again?" Su Baiyi said anxiously, "No, I have to go see him first. By the way, didn't Senior Brother Feng and Senior Brother Xie say they are here too? Where did they go?"
"They said they hadn't showered for several days, so they took a shower as soon as they entered the house." Mo Bai smiled, "They really smelled so good. It's hard to believe that they are disciples of the academy."
"Doesn't the Confucian sage also have a smell all over him?" Su Baiyi asked.
"Who smells so good?" A handsome young man in white clothes as clean as snow appeared at the door and said with a smile.
"No, I'll go now." Su Baiyi ignored the young man and walked outside.
"Where are you going?" The handsome young man stretched out his hand to stop him.
"Get out of here." Su Baiyi pushed the handsome young man's hand away. "I have something urgent to do. I'll chat with you later, little brother."
"Little brother?" The handsome young man turned around, grabbed Su Baiyi's collar, and threw him backwards, directly to the center of the main hall.
Su Baiyi fell to the ground, looking confused: "Where did this crazy kid come from!"
"Crazy kid?" The handsome young man raised his eyebrows.
Mo Bai wiped the sweat from his forehead. Although Mr. Rusheng was always kind and amiable, he had the impression that apart from his fearless Second Senior Brother that day, no one had dared to be so rude to him.
"I am the person you are looking for." The handsome young man said with a smile, "The Confucian Sage, Dongfang Xiaoyue."
"Are you a Confucian sage?" Su Baiyi asked in surprise, "Are you kidding me?"
"Your original name was Chen Sancai, and you used to live in Qianxi City. Your adoptive father was Chen Tianze, and your adoptive mother was Murong Qian. When you were nine years old, you were hunted by an unknown killer, and your adoptive father and mother died one after another. Fortunately, you were rescued by Xie Kanhua and survived. After that, you grew up with Xie Kanhua. Xie Kanhua taught you to read and write, to listen to the wind and determine the position, and the simplest sword-drawing technique. He also taught you the immortal book, but only half of it." Dongfang Xiaoyue said slowly.
Su Baiyi frowned slightly: "I have told these things to my senior sisters. Did you overhear them before?"
"Then let me tell you something they don't know. Since you were nine years old, you have had the same dream every day. In the dream, there is an immortal in white calling your name. This dream has tortured you repeatedly, and you are miserable. But since you started to practice that half volume of the immortal book, you no longer have this dream." Dongfang Xiaoyue's pupils shrank slightly, "But you lose your mind every time you fall asleep, and at this time, you will have extremely powerful martial arts."
"Does the Confucian Sage really know everything about the world?" Su Baiyi finally began to believe that the young man in front of him was the Confucian Sage.
"Your master often communicates with me. I know all the important things about you since you were a child. I even gave your master advice on not teaching you other sword techniques but only sword drawing techniques." Dongfang Xiaoyue walked forward and helped Su Baiyi up. "Over the years, I have been watching you grow up. In fact, we have met quite a few times."
Su Baiyi scratched his head: "Why don't I remember it?"
"You look different every time I meet you, so you naturally won't have any impression of me." Dongfang Xiaoyue replied, "But you look the same every time, like a child who never grows up."
“Mr. Confucian Saint!” Su Baiyi had just stood up when he suddenly knelt on one knee and clasped his fists, saying, “Mr. Confucian Saint, please save my master!”
"I can't save him." Dongfang Xiaoyue shook her head.
"Why can't we save him? Second senior brother can overturn Shanglin Palace by himself. You are his teacher. Is there anyone in Shanglin Palace who can stop you?" Su Baiyi said anxiously.
"You underestimated Lin Tiangong, and you overestimated me. Besides, your master doesn't need to be rescued. As long as they don't get the Immortal Book, they won't kill Xie Kanhua. And Xie Kanhua is not that easy to kill. If they really do it, at least Wuyu Tower and Chunfeng Tower will rebel directly among the three floors and four courtyards. Although Helian Chunshui took your master away, the friendship between him and your master is much deeper than you think. Otherwise, do you think your master would surrender that day?" Dongfang Xiaoyue stretched out a finger and tapped Su Baiyi's forehead, "What you need to worry about now is yourself."
"Myself?" Su Baiyi sighed softly, "Shanglin Palace seems to know that I am carrying the Immortal Book, and people keep coming to capture me."
"Ning Qingcheng was severely injured by Yulou back then. The Immortal Book was the only thing in the world that could heal his injuries, but the Immortal Book was taken away by Xie Kanhua. Now that he sees hope, he will naturally not let it go easily." Dongfang Xiaoyue said, "But half of the Immortal Book is useless. You must complete the entire Immortal Book. By that time, you don't have to ask anyone for help. You can go up the mountain and bring your master back by yourself."
"What kind of martial arts is the Immortal Book?" Su Baiyi asked, "The Lord of Jimo City gave me the sword technique they collected, and I also received the three pages from Qingyi Lang. How many are left?"
"The Immortal Book is just like its name, not a mortal book." Dongfang Xiaoyue smiled, "When Grand Palace Master Su Han got this secret book, he originally wanted to destroy it directly, but the leaders of other sects disagreed. In the end, it was divided into many parts, and each sect took a part. Everyone wanted to obtain the supreme skills from the fragments, but the most important half of the mental method was left in Shanglin Heavenly Palace. Forcing yourself to practice the fragments will only lead to obsession."
"It's not a mortal book? Can you really become an immortal after practicing it?" Su Baiyi shook his head in disbelief.
"I don't know if that counts as becoming an immortal. At least he looks as ethereal as an immortal, immortal and with unparalleled skills. But he has no emotions or love, and looks at all the living beings in this world like ants." Dongfang Xiaoyue said dimly.
"Immortality? Sir, have you achieved it?" Su Baiyi asked.
"How could that be? I'm not heartless. I love this vast world. But I once met the man who created this book, and then..." Dongfang Xiaoyue patted her chest, "I was severely injured by him and almost died. You think I regained my youthful appearance because I cultivated a magical skill, but no, I was injured by the magical skill and had to do this! When I was severely injured, I was already over 60 years old. Five years ago, I looked to be in my 40s. Now I seem to be younger than you? What about another five years?"
Su Baiyi and Mo Bai were both shocked.
"I'll turn into an eight-year-old!"
"And then in another five years, I'll be dead."