Chapter 395:237. The Spirit in the Deep Winter
Translator: 549690339
“Return the book?”
Bei Yuzi didn’t even have time to react.
By the time her reflex arc received the message and her nerves lifted her stupid head, the person in front of her had already disappeared.
There was only a small mountain of ancient books.
Bei Yuzi learned from her mistakes. This time, she didn’t order any books, but rushed out of the library and shouted,” The book thief is here again!!! ”
The voice rolled away.
Not long after, a few powerful figures rushed over.
Bei Yuzi explained the situation to the officers of the True Martial Pavilion.
The officers glanced at the ancient book on the table and immediately split up.
They went all the way to catch that thief.
There was also a group of people who stayed here to count the books.
The real person flipped through the book according to the missing list.
The more he flipped, the stranger his expression became…
Gradually, the strangeness turned serious.
Then, the seriousness turned into shock.
The shock turned into horror.
Bei Yuzi didn’t even have time to react.
By the time her reflex arc received the message and her nerves lifted her stupid head, the person in front of her had already disappeared.
There was only a small mountain of ancient books.
Bei Yuzi learned from her mistakes. This time, she didn’t order any books, but rushed out of the library and shouted,” The book thief is here again!!! ”
The voice rolled away.
Not long after, a few powerful figures rushed over.
Bei Yuzi explained the situation to the officers of the True Martial Pavilion.
The officers glanced at the ancient book on the table and immediately split up.
They went all the way to catch that thief.
There was also a group of people who stayed here to count the books.
The real person flipped through the book according to the missing list.
The more he flipped, the stranger his expression became…
Gradually, the strangeness turned serious.
Then, the seriousness turned into shock.
The shock turned into horror.
He flipped through the book faster and faster.
Bei Yuzi let out a sigh of relief. This time, she finally did something right. Seeing the frequent changes in the Daoist Master’s expression, she couldn’t help but feel curious. She went over to take a look and saw that all the books had pages attached to them.
Each page was filled with words.
“Elder, are these the translated texts of the ancient books?” Master Bei Yu asked.
“I don’t know if it’s a translation or not, but these words are very precious. The words and sentences are also quite obscure, which is in line with the style of writing in ancient Daoist scriptures…”
As he spoke, he could not help but sigh. “What kind of thief can write such a thing?”
“Then he’s a very talented thief?” Bei Yuzi asked.
“It’s not just talent…” Daoist Master said.
His hand suddenly stopped and fell on a book that did not look like an ancient
scroll.
There was only one line written on the cover of the book-To the little Daoist nun of the Book Pavilion.
The Perfected One didn’t even look at it and handed the book over. ‘”‘This was given to you by that little thief.”
Master Bei Yu took the book and opened it curiously. At the same time, he muttered, “What could it be?”
Her doubts disappeared as she started reading.
She stared at it, then quickly turned the page again.
This was an extremely brilliant fire control technique.
The True Martial Pavilion was famous for forging swords. With such a fire-controlling method, their status would definitely rise…
The two of them were completely engrossed in their own world, reading the book without even panting.
He saw the people who had gone to hunt down the thief return.
Naturally, they couldn’t capture Xia Ji…
Xia Ji had already left True Martial Pavilion and returned to Golden Jade Lane.
He turned into a stream of water and quietly entered the workshop.
Jing Chunzi also kept his promise and did not activate the Mountain Sealing Array in advance.
Xia Ji didn’t show himself again. Instead, he left directly from the Inferno Transfer Station in Perfected Jingming’s courtyard.
After returning to the Mirror Lake Study.
This place was really empty.
Xia Ji looked at the bookshelf, grabbed a book, and continued reading.
Spring left, summer solstice, autumn came.
He was already used to such quiet cultivation.
After nightfall, he still hadn’t given up on going to the Tribulation Lands to gain experience.
In the past year, he had already advanced to the fifth minor realm of the Dharmakaya realm.
The opening of the extra meridian increased the power of his avatar by about 30 percent.
Winter had arrived again.
The snow was falling again.
Xia Ji looked at the bronze mirror, and his white hair became more obvious.
It had only been thirty-seven years, but he suddenly had a feeling that he was already tired of looking at the flying snow.
Then, after hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years, what would it feel like to see this winter again?
At this moment…
The howling cold wind entered through the crack of the study door, making ghostly wails and wolf howls. The candlelight on the table was blown away and was about to be extinguished.
Xia Ji put down the book and reached out to protect the flickering candle flame.
For a moment, his heart felt empty.
In his previous life and this life, he had lived for less than sixty years. He didn’t know where this loneliness came from.
He laughed self-deprecatingly and suddenly felt a little impressed by Su Tian, even Lu Chan, the ancestor of the Wu family, the Grand Supreme… How did these people who had lived for tens of thousands of years survive?
Just as he was thinking,
The sound of a lark suddenly came from the snowy winter.
Her ears were ringing.
That’s a bird singing a beautiful song,
It made people feel as if spring had arrived.
Xia Ji had experienced thirty-seven winters, but he had never heard the cry of a lark in the snow. As soon as his heart moved, he pushed it away.
The door of the study was blown aside by the wind, revealing the dark world outside.
And the sound of the lark came from afar…
Xia Ji finally saw the lark.
She carried a lantern and wore a snow-white fur coat with a golden belt. Her furry collar surrounded her beautiful face.
The lark was standing in front of the door. When it saw the door open, it jumped into the study and hummed a few times across from the tea table.
It was Lu Miaomiao.
“Doesn’t it look like it?” she asked.
Xia Ji’s heart felt inexplicably warm. He smiled and said, “”Yes.”
Lu Miaomiao raised her voice again and imitated the little bird’s voice. “Uncle, the Lu family is checking the progress. I’ll be with you for a long time.”
“I’ll be busy this winter,” Xia Ji said.
“I’ll go wherever you go,” Lu Miaomiao said bitterly.
“Why the long face?”
“Uncle, you’re too serious. I’m just suffering, and you’re still asking.” Lu
Miaomiao said.. Are you the only one living on this island?”
Chapter 395:237. The Spirit in the Deep Winter
Translator: 549690339
“Return the book?”
Bei Yuzi didn’t even have time to react.
By the time her reflex arc received the message and her nerves lifted her stupid head, the person in front of her had already disappeared.
There was only a small mountain of ancient books.
Bei Yuzi learned from her mistakes. This time, she didn’t order any books, but rushed out of the library and shouted,” The book thief is here again!!! ”
The voice rolled away.
Not long after, a few powerful figures rushed over.
Bei Yuzi explained the situation to the officers of the True Martial Pavilion.
The officers glanced at the ancient book on the table and immediately split up.
They went all the way to catch that thief.
There was also a group of people who stayed here to count the books.
The real person flipped through the book according to the missing list.
The more he flipped, the stranger his expression became…
Gradually, the strangeness turned serious.
Then, the seriousness turned into shock.
The shock turned into horror.
Bei Yuzi didn’t even have time to react.
By the time her reflex arc received the message and her nerves lifted her stupid head, the person in front of her had already disappeared.
There was only a small mountain of ancient books.
Bei Yuzi learned from her mistakes. This time, she didn’t order any books, but rushed out of the library and shouted,” The book thief is here again!!! ”
The voice rolled away.
Not long after, a few powerful figures rushed over.
Bei Yuzi explained the situation to the officers of the True Martial Pavilion.
The officers glanced at the ancient book on the table and immediately split up.
They went all the way to catch that thief.
There was also a group of people who stayed here to count the books.
The real person flipped through the book according to the missing list.
The more he flipped, the stranger his expression became…
Gradually, the strangeness turned serious.
Then, the seriousness turned into shock.
The shock turned into horror.
He flipped through the book faster and faster.
Bei Yuzi let out a sigh of relief. This time, she finally did something right. Seeing the frequent changes in the Daoist Master’s expression, she couldn’t help but feel curious. She went over to take a look and saw that all the books had pages attached to them.
Each page was filled with words.
“Elder, are these the translated texts of the ancient books?” Master Bei Yu asked.
“I don’t know if it’s a translation or not, but these words are very precious. The words and sentences are also quite obscure, which is in line with the style of writing in ancient Daoist scriptures…”
As he spoke, he could not help but sigh. “What kind of thief can write such a thing?”
“Then he’s a very talented thief?” Bei Yuzi asked.
“It’s not just talent…” Daoist Master said.
His hand suddenly stopped and fell on a book that did not look like an ancient
scroll.
There was only one line written on the cover of the book-To the little Daoist nun of the Book Pavilion.
The Perfected One didn’t even look at it and handed the book over. ‘”‘This was given to you by that little thief.”
Master Bei Yu took the book and opened it curiously. At the same time, he muttered, “What could it be?”
Her doubts disappeared as she started reading.
She stared at it, then quickly turned the page again.
This was an extremely brilliant fire control technique.
The True Martial Pavilion was famous for forging swords. With such a fire-controlling method, their status would definitely rise…
The two of them were completely engrossed in their own world, reading the book without even panting.
He saw the people who had gone to hunt down the thief return.
Naturally, they couldn’t capture Xia Ji…
Xia Ji had already left True Martial Pavilion and returned to Golden Jade Lane.
He turned into a stream of water and quietly entered the workshop.
Jing Chunzi also kept his promise and did not activate the Mountain Sealing Array in advance.
Xia Ji didn’t show himself again. Instead, he left directly from the Inferno Transfer Station in Perfected Jingming’s courtyard.
After returning to the Mirror Lake Study.
This place was really empty.
Xia Ji looked at the bookshelf, grabbed a book, and continued reading.
Spring left, summer solstice, autumn came.
He was already used to such quiet cultivation.
After nightfall, he still hadn’t given up on going to the Tribulation Lands to gain experience.
In the past year, he had already advanced to the fifth minor realm of the Dharmakaya realm.
The opening of the extra meridian increased the power of his avatar by about 30 percent.
Winter had arrived again.
The snow was falling again.
Xia Ji looked at the bronze mirror, and his white hair became more obvious.
It had only been thirty-seven years, but he suddenly had a feeling that he was already tired of looking at the flying snow.
Then, after hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years, what would it feel like to see this winter again?
At this moment…
The howling cold wind entered through the crack of the study door, making ghostly wails and wolf howls. The candlelight on the table was blown away and was about to be extinguished.
Xia Ji put down the book and reached out to protect the flickering candle flame.
For a moment, his heart felt empty.
In his previous life and this life, he had lived for less than sixty years. He didn’t know where this loneliness came from.
He laughed self-deprecatingly and suddenly felt a little impressed by Su Tian, even Lu Chan, the ancestor of the Wu family, the Grand Supreme… How did these people who had lived for tens of thousands of years survive?
Just as he was thinking,
The sound of a lark suddenly came from the snowy winter.
Her ears were ringing.
That’s a bird singing a beautiful song,
It made people feel as if spring had arrived.
Xia Ji had experienced thirty-seven winters, but he had never heard the cry of a lark in the snow. As soon as his heart moved, he pushed it away.
The door of the study was blown aside by the wind, revealing the dark world outside.
And the sound of the lark came from afar…
Xia Ji finally saw the lark.
She carried a lantern and wore a snow-white fur coat with a golden belt. Her furry collar surrounded her beautiful face.
The lark was standing in front of the door. When it saw the door open, it jumped into the study and hummed a few times across from the tea table.
It was Lu Miaomiao.
“Doesn’t it look like it?” she asked.
Xia Ji’s heart felt inexplicably warm. He smiled and said, “”Yes.”
Lu Miaomiao raised her voice again and imitated the little bird’s voice. “Uncle, the Lu family is checking the progress. I’ll be with you for a long time.”
“I’ll be busy this winter,” Xia Ji said.
“I’ll go wherever you go,” Lu Miaomiao said bitterly.
“Why the long face?”
“Uncle, you’re too serious. I’m just suffering, and you’re still asking.” Lu
Miaomiao said.. Are you the only one living on this island?”
