Surprised, the poor monk’s fiancé is actually a sect boss

Chapter 29 Copying Books
  Zhuying took Lan Duoduo to the outside of Xuanyuan Hall and exited on his own.

The door of Xuanyuan Hall is open, and there are heavy gauze curtains hanging in the hall. When the wind blows, the gauze curtains flow gently like water.

Lan Duoduo stretched out her slender fingers to lift the soft gauze curtain,

It was as if the layers of veils of this mysterious palace had been lifted.

Across the gauze curtain, in the hazy place, a figure stood with hands behind his hands, the corners of his white robe and long white hair gently rising in the breeze.

For some reason Lan Duoduo thought of lonely peaks and mountains.

"Mountain Master." Lan Duoduo bowed to the person in front of him.

"Lan Duoduo." A gentle voice came. Lan Duoduo lowered his head and did not dare to raise his head.

Qingyuan turned around, looked at the top of Lan Duoduo's hair, and wanted to reach out to help her up, but finally withdrew his hand.

"Get up!"

Lan Duoduo then raised her head and looked at the person in front of her,

The mountain owner still has white hair, and a white beard on his chin almost reaches to his chest.

That face is still very tender, perfectly fitting the term "crazy hair and childlike appearance".

Lan Duoduo thought that the mountain owner should have been a beauty when she was young.

"Ahem," Qingyuan coughed twice when he saw Lan Duoduo looking at him in a daze.

Lan Duoduo immediately withdrew his gaze.

"Does Lan Duoduo know what I want you to do?" Qingyuan asked.

"The mountain master asked me to sort out the collection of books." Lan Duoduo replied.

"Come with me!"

Qingyuan took Lan Duoduo to the study room in the back hall.

There are many books on the floor of the study room, which he specially moved from the three-story wooden building.

"Some of these books have broken pages. Separate the broken books from the intact books." Qingyuan ordered.

It's easy and can be done in a moment. You can also take a look at what these treasures of the world of immortality look like.

It’s not like working in vain.

"Yes." Lan Duoduo responded and began to divide the books carefully, peeking at the secret books.

After Gu Qingyuan moved away from Yanyu Pavilion in the past few days, Lan Duoduo had indeed not seen him again.

Qing Yuanzuo sat at the desk and picked up a book. He seemed to be reading, his mind on Lan Duoduo.

She was a little tired from bending over to read, so Lan Duoduo simply sat on the ground.

Qingyuan put down the book, spread out a piece of rice paper, and pressed it down with a ruler.

I picked up the pen and dipped it in ink. After a while, the outline of a woman appeared under the pen.

Time passed by minute by minute, until Lan Duoduo finally tidied up the books on the floor in the afternoon.

She stood up, stretched, and said to Qingyuan: "Mountain Master, I've sorted it out."

Qingyuan looked at the unfinished painting under his pen, and said again: "Copy the incomplete parts of the book. If you don't know the incomplete parts, leave them blank first, and I will fill them in later."

Lan Duoduo looked at the piles of incomplete books on the ground and felt that this was more painful than copying the sect's rules.

She wanted to be lazy so she said: "Mountain Master, there is only one desk in the study."

Qingyuan took out another edict and drew a chair, desk, pen, ink, paper and inkstone on it.

He put a little spiritual power on the paper.

The tables and chairs in the painting turned into real tables and chairs and fell next to Lan Duoduo.

Lan Duoduo felt that the pen in the mountain owner's hand might be the one in Ma Liang's hand.

I couldn't be lazy, so I had to copy it.

As her master, Elder Quan, said, these secret books are indeed treasures, every page and every word is shining.

It's just that she knows every word in it, but she can't understand the sentences.

It seems that this work will be in vain, and the master will be disappointed.

Lan Duoduo secretly glanced at the mountain master who was drawing something unknown on the desk.

Seeing that the mountain owner was very serious about painting, he didn't pay attention to her, so he started copying and being lazy.
  The sun sets slowly from the west and the sky becomes dark.

There was no light in the room, and the words gradually became unclear.

Qingyuan drew the last stroke on the paper. When he looked up, he saw Lan Duoduo holding his chin in one hand with a pen in his hand. There were a few ink stains on his face at some point.

Qingyuan put down his pen, stood up, and the lights in the study room turned on. He walked up to Lan Duoduo, held her face in his hands, and wanted to help her wipe away the ink stains.

The mountain owner's eyes were directly reflected in Lan Duoduo's eyes, which were as bright as stars. Lan Duoduo stared for a moment, then blinked, and the stars flashed in front of his eyes: "Grandpa."

grandfather?

The grandfather held his granddaughter's face. His current action seemed a bit excessive.

Qingyuan quickly let go of his hand and said, "There is ink on my face."

"Okay." Lan Duoduo rubbed her face with her sleeve.

This rub made her face even more beautiful, like a little tiger.

Qingyuan raised his fist to cover his lips and snickered.

He stretched out his hand and did not touch Lan Duoduo again. He just flicked it in the air from a distance.

Lan Duoduo's face was white and flawless again.

"How many copies have you copied?" Qingyuan asked.

Lan Duoduo lowered her head guiltily, not daring to look at the mountain master.

"I copied more than half of the book." In fact, she said more, but in fact, she only copied less than half of the book.

Qingyuan glanced at the copied paper on the table and knew that Lan Duoduo had said too much, so he just said: "Okay, let's stop here today and come back tomorrow."

Lan Duoduo thought she would have to stay up late and work overtime for free.

Fortunately, the boss was kind.

"Are you hungry?" Qingyuan asked.

Lan Duoduo didn't speak, the growling sound in her stomach had already answered for her.

Qingyuan asked Lan Duoduo to copy books and wanted to punish her, but he couldn't bear her being hungry.

"After a busy day, how about eating a few snacks before leaving?" Qingyuan asked.

Now that the canteen is closed, she can only go hungry when she goes back.

Lan Duoduo nodded, and the slightly curly hair on her forehead swayed.

Qingyuan asked the little Taoist boy to prepare Lan Duoduo's favorite snack.

He led Lan Duoduo back to the front hall, made a cup of tea, and placed it in front of her.

After a while, the little Taoist boy brought several plates of snacks.

"Master Qingshan, the snacks are ready."

"Okay, got it."

Qingyuan pushed the plum blossom cake and fermented rice cake in front of Lan Duoduo.

"Try it and see if you like it?" He remembered that Lan Duoduo liked to eat these two snacks in the past.

In the past, when I brought these snacks to her, she was always very happy, and her eyes were as crooked as bridges when she smiled.

I wonder if her taste has changed now?
  Lan Duoduo took out a piece of plum blossom cake and tasted it. It was delicious.

After eating, she picked up another piece of fermented rice cake.

The first bite stimulated her taste buds, as if she had eaten it before. Lan Duoduo didn't think much about it.

Qingyuan sat opposite and watched Lan Duoduo eating snacks. The corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, feeling a little happy for no reason.

It's been a long time since he sat across from her and looked at her like this.

The main hall is very quiet, and the sound of Lan Duoduo eating can be clearly heard.

Hearing this made him want to eat.

So Qingyuan also picked up a piece of plum blossom cake and tasted it. It was very sweet, as if it was sweet to the heart.

Lan Duoduo was really hungry, so she ate a few snacks and drank a few cups of tea.

When I finally left, I also took away a box of snacks.

It was getting late, Wudao Mountain was not as lively as other peaks, and there were no pedestrians or lights on the way down.

Qingyuan summoned Bamboo Shadow and sent Lan Duoduo back to Qingyang Peak.

He stood at the door of the hall, watching Lan Duoduo's back walk away before returning to the hall.

On the way back, Lan Duoduo suddenly asked Zhuying: "Does Deacon Zhuying have the address of Li Qiming's home? After all, we are classmates, and I want to write a letter to express my regards."

　Watching my wife eat and broadcast
  　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)