The crazy boss took me to win in the world of cultivating immortals

Zhong never breaks his promise when he says something.

If you say you're borrowing a storybook, you really mean borrowing it.

Although Zhong Hui is extremely talented, he has a great temper and a cheerful personality. He is very popular in the Huayin Sect and is well liked by everyone.

Especially since he is good-looking, he is even more popular among the female disciples.

Although disciples who cultivate immortality do not have as many red tapes as ordinary people, they still pay attention to the differences between men and women.

The male disciple's room and the female disciple's room are far apart, and apart from practicing and eating together on weekdays, the two sides rarely have contact.

So, when Zhong Hui stood pacing back and forth near the female disciples' room, the female disciples all poked their heads out curiously.

Either people are talking about eating melons, or they are chattering and excitedly making guesses about what is and is not.

Later, they saw Zhong Hui's senior sister walking out of the high-level disciple's room. She seemed to be holding some book or something in her hand and walked over to Zhong Hui and handed it to him.

Zhong thanked her with a smile and turned around to leave.

The female disciples are a little disappointed, is this it?

They thought Zhong came back to find someone!

A few female disciples were more lively and courageous. They opened their mouths and asked the senior sister what they had given Zhong Hui.

Cheats? Sword manual?

It shouldn't be. Zhong Hui is so favored that he can enter the library casually. There is no need to borrow books from senior sister, right?

Senior sister is someone who has been through this before and understands it very well. He smiled mysteriously and said four words.

What was given? It was given——

It's "Fenghuaxueyue"!

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At night, Zhong Hui came to Xingxia's small yard again as promised.

He came a little early, Xingxia hadn't come out yet.

The young man held those story books and sat quietly on the roof looking up at the stars and the moon.

After waiting for a while, I heard a squeaking sound.

Although Xingxia was very careful, the old door still made an embarrassing noise.

Fortunately, Hongzhu slept deeply and was not disturbed at all.

Xingxia took a breath and then walked out quietly.

She came to the small courtyard and looked around. Then when she looked up, she saw Zhong Hui and Yun Qingfengdan smiling at her on the roof.

Zhong Hui was afraid that his sudden appearance would scare her, so when she found him, he jumped off the roof and walked in front of her.

"Well, here it is for you."

He handed over all the notebooks in his hand.

Later, I realized that Xingxia might not be able to hold it, so I took two steps and put it on the stone table in the yard.

Xing Xia had thought that Zhong Hui would keep his promise and bring her a script.

But I never thought that it would bring so much at once.

How did she know that the senior sister Zhong Hui didn't like clothes or flowers, but she was obsessed with these stories.

All the money I earned from taking on tasks on weekdays was used to buy story books.

What Zhong Hui brought was just a small part of her library.

Originally, it was rare for her junior brother to speak to her, so she wanted to give more.

Later, when I thought about it carefully, I realized that good things take a long time, but a steady stream of water will last a long time.

If you give it all at once, what excuse will the junior brother use to find another girl next time?

So, I only gave a few copies and waited for my junior brother to ask for them next time.

In ancient times, a book of words was not what it is now. The paper is light and thin and has a beautiful appearance.

At that time, the booklet was very thick, and if it was the kind with drawings, it would be even thicker.

Zhong Hui put the notebooks on the table and said, "This thing looks thick and heavy, but in fact there are only a few."

"Senior Sister said, if you want to read more after reading it, I will get it for you when the time comes."

As if in a dream, Xing Xia looked at the story books on the table. While saying thank you repeatedly, she couldn't wait to pick up one and opened it.

The senior sister is attentive and heard from the younger junior brother that the girl who asked him for a script did not know many Chinese characters. So the storybooks given here all tell relatively simple stories.

There are not many words and it is not complicated to read.

One of them is a drawing version. The price of this thing is high, and my senior sister has only bought a few copies in total.

Xingxia had not been exposed to many new things before, but now she was sitting on the stone bench and just took a few glances before she was completely immersed in it.

Although the moonlight is bright, it cannot stop reading. When Zhong Hui saw it, the spiritual energy in his body moved, and a soft flame light jumped out of his palm.

He reached over and illuminated the script, illuminating Xingxia's soft and waxy face.

Seeing this, Xingxia felt curious again.

Didn't she know that magic could be used in this way? Can light still shine in the palm of a person's hand?

Thinking back to when she first came to Huayin Sect, she and Hongzhu were as if Grandma Liu had entered the Grand View Garden, full of curiosity about everything.

When they first saw Yu Jianfei, a disciple of the Huayin Sect, flying over their heads, they and Hongzhu stared blankly for a long time with their necks raised.

Now, Zhong Hui has demonstrated another "technology".

Although she was amazed, at the moment, the storybook attracted her more.

Head Qi of the Huayin Sect may have never imagined in his life that he has valued and carefully cultivated this young disciple since he was a child, and has long regarded him as his future successor.

Normally it would be difficult for him to practice Kung Fu for a while, but at this moment, he was using his spiritual energy just to light up a place for others to read.

Xing Xia regarded these books as treasures. She read them slowly, put her fingers on them, and read each word in a low voice.

The first part was pretty smooth, but as I read, I came across words I didn’t recognize.

Zhong Hui sat next to him and watched, stretching his neck a little closer to her.

Very good, he knows this word!

Immediately tell Xing Xia what to pronounce this character.

Zhong Hui doesn't like reading, and he doesn't understand why a cultivator who kills demons and demons still studies.

Is it possible that when you fight with evil spirits, the other party still listens to you?

But now, when he saw Xing Xia looking at him with admiration, he suddenly felt——

Reading is still beneficial!

That night, Xingxia read the storybook with joy. Zhong Hui sat next to her and quietly acted as a light bulb illuminating her half the night.

It wasn't until Xingxia came back to her senses from the story in the storybook and saw that Zhong Hui had been silently accompanying her that she suddenly realized that her behavior was a bit too much!

She hurriedly closed her notebook and apologized to Zhong Hui. He said that he was so focused on reading the storybook that he ignored his presence.

Zhong Hui would not blame her. In fact, Zhong Hui felt that there was nothing wrong with just watching her reading silently.

The feelings of youth are always poetry, and the two of them later talked about some of their dreams, going back and forth.

Finally, when I saw that the sky was almost bright, I waved goodbye with some reluctance.

The next day, Hongzhu saw her little princess, who always went to bed late and got up early, being lazy in bed for the first time.

As for Master Qi, the young disciple who had never liked studying and skipped class every time, sat upright and listened carefully for the first time.