I inherited my husband's divine position

Chapter 139
After leaving the Ink Washing Pool, Mi August went to Zangshu Pavilion again.

Seeing her, the steward chuckled, "She's still alive."

Mi August responded with a smile, "Yes."

This calm and polite look made the steward feel boring.

Mi Bayue took out the booklet that disciple Linghe brought yesterday and the copy completed by the Momo Boy team from his wish bag, and handed it to the steward.

The steward accepted it critically, but his expression changed in the next second, and he looked at Mi Bayue several times in surprise.

Even if he reviewed Mi August's transcribed works with the most critical attitude, he couldn't find any mistakes.

Both the scroll and the handwriting are clean and tidy as if copied. If the transcribed work is indeed a person's handwriting, and there is no aura of magic left behind, there is only the unique smell of ink in Duer Academy...

The steward told Mi August again his previous evaluation, "You have good patience."

Few people know that this is actually a very good evaluation in Duer Academy.

Whether it is a book cultivator or a monk who takes other paths, he must be able to endure loneliness.

The steward looked at Mi August with more appreciation than before. He put away the transcribed works, transferred the credits that Mi August deserved to her disciple order and returned them to her.

Mi August didn't take it, and asked, "Is today's book copying task still the same?"

"You still have to do the task of copying books today?" The steward asked in surprise.

Mi August should be.

The steward stared at her for two seconds, then said nothing extra, "That's right, it's still the same piece."

Mi August walked towards the place she had been to yesterday, and her figure quickly disappeared among the densely packed bookshelves.

Her memory is very good, and after a while, she was ready to find the place where the books were placed yesterday.

Good luck.

The book that was placed yesterday is still in place without being passive.

Mi August rubbed her fingers across the books, it seemed the same as she usually chooses books, but she was actually checking to see if the Momo boy she secretly put in it yesterday was still there.

Dao Mo Tong is still there.

It shows that her analysis guess is correct.

The Zangshuge works that are allowed to be copied by the disciples are not considered precious, and the guards arranged are not strong. In addition, the strength of the monsters like Damotong is weak, and they are always haunted in the place of literature and ink. Making a big noise should not be noticed.

Of course, Mi August put Dao Motong here not to cause damage, but just to facilitate the knowledge base of whoring for free.

Based on the background information of the outer sect library, it is too slow and unrealistic for her to transfer knowledge through the task of copying books.

After picking out the books she was interested in and putting them in the wishful bag, Mi August returned to the manager's counter to hand them over to him.

The steward gave her the paper and ink to transcribe.

Mi August looked at the amount of paper and ink, "Please give me more this time."

The steward snorted, "Taking away is different from copying here, you have to copy as much as you take away."

Mi Augustue said, "Students understand."

Seeing that she was serious, the steward gave an extra copy angrily, and deducted her disciple Ling's credits as a deposit.

"It's a good thing to have the patience to copy books, but if you spend all your time doing credit tasks and leave behind the practice, be careful not to put the cart before the horse."

"Thank you for reminding me, senior. I just made a breakthrough two days ago, so I just calmed down and consolidated." Mi August put away his disciple's order and paper and ink, and explained with a smile to the steward of Zangshu Pavilion.

The steward's face turned better, and he looked at her for a while, "Just broke through? Seeing that your aura is stable all over your body, it's only been two days since you broke through?"

The word "breakthrough" in the soul boy period is generally a large-scale change. For example, a low-level soul boy to a middle-level soul boy can be called a breakthrough, not a small-scale progress of one to two stages.

"Not bad." The steward said again.

Mi August said goodbye politely.

Leaving Zangshu Pavilion, Mi August took a look at the sky, it was still early, but it was almost time to visit her big client.

Shengsheng Pavilion and Cangshu Pavilion are not too far away, and Mi August walked here without slowing down.

Before she got close to the gate of Shengsheng Pavilion, several old disciples standing at the gate stared at her closely.

——The old students blocked the door, those guys clearly didn't want Hao Yan and others to donate the book of righteousness, and wanted to trap the book of righteousness in Shengsheng Pavilion.

What Yan Yan said came to mind.

Mi August withdrew her gaze, turned her head and passed by Shengsheng Pavilion.

The old students stared at her back, or smiled smugly, or pondered, and only looked back when they saw that she had really left.

"The relationship between the two is just like this. People who are not in the same place can have a little sincerity."

"You can't say that. I heard that if she hadn't given the credits to Gongyishu in time, it would not have been so easy for Gongyishu to escape this time."

"Aside from other things, it's amazing that a new student like her can get so many credits."

"After all, he is the son of Tongtian, so how can he underestimate him."

"Not all the sons of Tongtian will be able to walk on the way of Tongtian. Isn't the last one an example?"

The Dian Lingxi Festival is the biggest event in the world of Brahma Changtian and Earth every ten years, and it is also the best starting point for all the young souls of Fan Changtian to become famous. It has a special channel for news dissemination.

Throughout history, not all the powerful men who are famous in the world come from the Consonance Festival, but the Lingzi who stand out from the Consonance Festival will be famous in the world, even if it only flashes like a shooting star for a short time, it has shocked talents. A stunning period of time.

It has been more than ten days since the Consonance Festival ended, and the news of this Consonance has almost spread, and it is no longer a secret that some people know first.

This kind of fame is most envied by Shuxiu disciples, and it is also one of the cultivation rules they have pursued all their lives.

——Ghost stories are born with human thoughts, and the stronger the human thoughts, the faster the strange stories will grow.

——The more famous you are, the wider the spread of your works and the more people who read them, the easier it is for strange stories to arise from thoughts.

The topic of the few people unknowingly became more and more biased, until one person said in surprise: "She is here again."

I saw that Mi August came back here again, this time entering through the gate of the Pavilion of Life and Life.

A person's spiritual pressure followed, intending to stop her at the door.

Before in Zhizhiyuan, one person of Gongyishu fought against hundreds of people. Everyone knew that Gongyishu was strong, but the impression of Mi Augustue was that he was a mid-level soul boy who had just broken through.

At this time, the person who used spiritual pressure to suppress her was also a mid-level soul boy. It seemed that the cultivation of the two of them was not bullying. In fact, this person had been in the realm of a mid-level soul boy for several years, and the use of spiritual power was higher than that of the same level. Number one or two in the middle.

Under the astonished gazes of several people, Mi Bayue approached calmly despite her spiritual pressure.

The young man immediately felt embarrassed, and when the others saw that Mi August was getting closer, another person made a move.

In the end, Mi August carried the superimposed spiritual pressure of six people over.

When she was close in front of them, the six old students looked at her completely differently from before.

"Can you get out of the way?" Mi August asked.

Several people did not speak, and then the middle-level soul boy who was the first to make a move turned sideways.

The other five looked defeated and separated one after another.

Mi August walked in.

(End of this chapter)