Xiuxian first lady

Chapter 37 - Why don't you write a paper
After the ceremony, Wen Zan looked at Bai Xiaoxiao with a bit of arrogance and gloating.

It seems that she thinks that she will be driven here to be punished even though she finds a backer.

The two disciples next to him who followed Pang Fei with Wen Zan that day, although they didn't get up, they also had a similar expression after glancing quietly.

This expression was maintained until Chen Qingcheng walked to the desk and sat down calmly, and asked Mr. Honglou about the classics that should be copied.

Could it be that the one who was punished for copying scriptures was not this little demon, but Dean Chen himself? ——

All three of them said the same thing in their eyes.

Because of being punished, they had no chance to participate in yesterday's ceremony, so they were isolated from their fellow disciples, and they didn't even hear the news.

At this moment, looking at Bai Xiaoxiao who was spreading paper and grinding ink for Chen Qingcheng, he really wanted to bite her.

Feeling the hostile eyes of the three, Bai Xiaoxiao lowered her eyes, but her heart was full of disdain.

She didn't offend them, but they discriminated against her as a demon back then, and followed Pang Fei to humiliate her in every possible way.Now that she came to see them being punished with ease, they were annoyed?

Why are you so tyrannical?

If it wasn't for Xunxi first and meeting Biyou Yuanjun later, Bai Xiaoxiao's impression of Tianwen Sword Sect would have been extremely bad.

At the moment, he ignored those people and turned his head to look at Mr. Honglou: "May I ask the director of Honglou, can someone else do this copying of the scriptures?"

Until this moment, Mr. Honglou just looked at her squarely, his eyes were calm, and he seemed not to care about this question.

"Since it's Dean Biyou's disposal, it's naturally not allowed."

"But he—" Bai Xiaoxiao glanced at Chen Qingcheng, who looked indifferent, and reluctantly changed his name, "—the teacher has injuries, and the dean of the Red Mansion also saw it yesterday. If he is too tired..."

"It's okay."

It was not Hong Loujun who answered, but Chen Qingcheng who was sitting by the side.

This man was already pale with exhaustion after walking all the way, and even vomited blood outside the study building. Now he was kneeling in front of the table, but he straightened his back, and the pen in his hand did not tremble at all.

After a pause, he said, "You go."

He didn't even lift his eyelids when he spoke, but the two people in front of him knew who he was referring to.

Bai Xiaoxiao really had nothing to say, so she saluted Mr. Honglou, turned around and went downstairs.

There is no need to care about this kind of person!

Just kill him!

While complaining bitterly in his heart, he turned the stairs and came to the lobby on the first floor.

The lobby of the library was no different from the libraries she had seen before.

The middle part is lined with rows of bookshelves, and the shelves are classified into various categories, including various scrolls, bamboo slips, and paper classics.

This is the work of the ancestors of the sect for thousands of years, so it can be written in any language.

Although the content is precious, it is messy on the shelf and it is very inconvenient to find it.

That's why there is the work of "copying the scriptures", which is actually to copy all the ancient scrolls into paper copies and preserve them in a unified way.

As for using jade slips and bamboo slips to carry scriptures and mental methods, the readers must have at least reached the Qianyuan state and have cultivated independent true knowledge before they can be used.But it doesn't work for young disciples.

Bai Xiaoxiao thought about the introduction that Mr. Honglou had just said in a few words, so she took the Yishi of this sect from the shelf, and sat down at the table by the wall.

The walls around the lobby are full of desks and desks, and there are also paper and pens.At this time, the tables and desks are full of people, and nine out of ten are busy writing.

In contrast, Bai Xiaoxiao's leisurely attitude seemed a bit dazzling.

"Why don't you write?" A girl with a bun on her head poked her and asked in a low voice.

After attending classes together for nearly a month, Bai Xiaoxiao recognized her as Li Xiaoyan, who just turned 16 this year and is a native of Yunting Town, Jizhou.

It was the small town that Bai Xiaoxiao took Chen Qingcheng's sword card and traveled across the mountains to find someone to inquire about the news.

It's just that at that time the sect selection had passed, Li Xiaoyan went up the mountain ten days earlier than her, and she didn't meet anyone.

Li Xiaoyan had only heard about Bai Xiaoxiao's experience, and knew that Chen Qingcheng personally recommended her.

As a teenage girl, she can't think of many things, she just thinks that Bai Xiaoxiao is lucky, and she just fell in love with Dean Chen.

When Bai Xiaoxiao heard her question, she raised her eyes slightly: "What are you writing?"

"Professor Xu's thesis!" Looking at Bai Xiaoxiao's laziness, Li Xiaoyan felt rather resentful, "You see, everyone is writing, but what if you don't finish writing? Four sheets of paper Woolen cloth!"

In terms of psychological age, Bai Xiaoxiao was five or six years older than this girl. Seeing her anxious, she couldn't help but tease her.

"It's finished."

"Then you have to write it too!" Li Xiaoyan looked sad, thought for a while, and pushed the book in her hand, "My book has written the whole story of the disaster, so you should copy it down first! At least Can copy two pages of paper!"

Bai Xiaoxiao watched her give her ideas to make up the number of words, and laughed "poof".

"What are you laughing at! Can you write four pages with your own words?" Li Xiaoyan paused, then came to her senses again, "By the way, you live on Dean Chen's Nine Lights Peak... They also said, you Already worshiped under Dean Chen?"

Bai Xiaoxiao nodded: "It's sort of."

"What is it, that is! No wonder you are not in a hurry, there is Dean Chen! Dean Chen will give you a few words, and you will definitely be able to write well!"

Like other young disciples, this girl has a kind of enigmatic admiration for Chen Qingcheng after going through yesterday's ceremony.

It seems that that person is a fairy who can turn stones into gold, and he can do anything casually, and mortals will not be able to use it up.

Who would have known that he is now in a coma two or three times a day, and he vomits blood seven or eight times, and every time he vomits on his sleeve, he draws a talisman to clean it up.

Does he still have time to manage the papers of the disciples?

Thinking of this, Bai Xiaoxiao took the book that Li Xiaoyan handed over, and read it slowly with her head buried.

"Principal Chen has to practice exercises to heal his injuries every day," she said casually, "he can't take care of me."

Even if I say that, the young disciples will not believe it all.In their minds, the sect masters are of course gods and men who are free from disasters and diseases.

Bai Xiaoxiao just wanted to leave such an impression on them, so as not to cause them to be inexplicably harsh on Chen Qingcheng in the future.

She just can't see others accusing him, as if he is the only perfect person in the world and should take all the responsibilities.

Sure enough, Li Xiaoyan's eyes widened all of a sudden: "Really? I thought... But yesterday, didn't Dean Chen use your hand to summon the Jueming Sword?"

This explanation is now accepted by disciples.They really couldn't imagine how a young disciple like them, who had just started for a month, could become the successor of the Jueming Sword.

Bai Xiaoxiao also admitted that this explanation is closer to the truth.

"Since the Jueming Sword has recognized its owner, it is connected with Dean Chen's blood." She replied cautiously, "So it can be summoned without too much cultivation."

Li Xiaoyan looked at her in a daze for a while, and finally showed a mysterious smile.

"I know! Dean Chen told you to say that, didn't he?"

The girl had an "I get it" look on her face, as if she was proud of having some inside information.

Bai Xiaoxiao paused for a moment and didn't speak again.Just let them think so.

The two people talked back and forth, and the people who were close to each other had already heard it.At this time, someone suddenly said: "Li Xiaoyan, you don't care what other people do, you don't write a thesis yet! We don't have a place near the water, and we don't have the support of the head. If you can't hand in your homework, let's see if Professor Xu doesn't scold you to death!"

Because no noise can be made in the library, the voice of these words was extremely low, but still couldn't hide the anger.

Daoist Qingping went to Chengyue Hall to attend a class that day, and later returned with Bai Xiaoxiao, and many disciples noticed it.Even if they didn't know each other at the time, at yesterday's ceremony, they already knew that it was the head of the sect.

These words are full of guns and sticks, whoever is scolding, if not Bai Xiaoxiao!

(End of this chapter)