By the end of the evening, all the cultivators had already freed themselves from the shackles of the classroom and had begun to have a happy time.

After ten years, there will be a spell competition, and the diligent cultivators have already begun to train.

Cultivators who didn't want to participate in the competition began a carefree after-school life.

The lights of Dongshan Snow Resort make everyone gather like moths; On both sides of the street at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, there are specialties from all over the world; I don't know when the Kong Ming lantern flew in the north, saying that it was praying.

The Jilanzong Library is located on Moxiang Mountain, and now that the lights are on, Zhou Meng is lying in front of the table, not yet completely recovering from his fear.

Zhuang Xiang was a little surprised by Zhou Meng's reaction, a cynical person would actually be afraid of heights.

"I'm sorry." Zhuang Xiang said coldly, "I don't know, you are afraid of heights." ”

Zhou Meng didn't move on his stomach, but raised his hand: "No, I'm just a little dizzy." ”

"It's okay."

For the first time, I heard the care from Zhuang Xiang's mouth.

"Hey! It's okay, don't worry. ”

"Since it's all right, let's start tinkering with the tome. Master Xiaojue said, one book a day, can't be repaired, don't open the door. ”

Zhou Meng sat up in a panic: "What? What does it mean not to open the door? ”

She hurriedly got up, walked to the door, pushed in, pushed out, but couldn't open the door. Summoning the ink dragon, turning into a sword, slashing horizontally and vertically, it still can't be opened.

Pushing Zhuang Xiang in front can't fool this stupid door.

"Xiaojue is real." Zhou Meng kicked the door and complained, "Look at me when I go out and don't give him a wig!" ”

Zhuang Xiang sat in front of a table in front of the door and pointed to the small table next to him, "Let's start." ”

Zhou Meng dragged his helpless steps, went to the front of the table, and sat down weakly.

Suddenly, a thick pile of paper fell in front of him, uneven and dusty.

"What is this? Is this your book? Zhou Meng asked.

When the dust cleared, Zhuang Xiang saw Zhou Meng's face clearly, and then said, "Let's start making up for it." ”

"The answer is not what you asked, a nerd."

Before Zhou Meng's stool was warm, Cheng Xue's voice sounded outside the door: "Senior Sister Meng, I'll accompany you to repair the classics, let me in." ”

Zhou Mengzi slipped to the door and said to Cheng Xue, "Cheng Xue, you are outside, can you open the door?" ”

"I can't open it, it seems that there is a layer of enchantment, and I can't open it."

The hope that had just ignited in Zhou Meng's heart was shattered like this: "Chengxue, you go back, this door can't be opened, I can't finish repairing, this enchantment can't be opened." ”

Cheng Xue was a little depressed: "Then Senior Sister Meng, wouldn't it be boring for you to cultivate by yourself." ”

"What are you asking, of course it's boring." She lowered her voice and whispered at the crack in the door, "There is also Supervisor Zhuang Xiang, I am uncomfortable." ”

Cheng Xue also lowered her voice: "I'll go to Senior Sister Silence to find a way." ”

"Smart, go ahead!"

When Cheng Xue left, the sky had already darkened, and when it was completely dark, Ji Lanzong would be banned from the night.

Zhou Meng struggled again and again, and found that there was really no way to escape, so he accepted the reality and looked at the stack of papers in front of him.

"The axe of the pan gourd splits the ...... of heaven and earth that are glued together," Zhou Meng opened the next chapter, "The hole in the sky filled by the five-colored stone...... It's incoherent! ”

Zhuang Xiang was indifferent: "So, it needs to be completed." Piece all the pieces together, and fill in the missing areas. ”

"Aren't these ancient myths, what is there to make up? Isn't it already word of mouth? Zhou Meng asked, "Moreover, now that the new books are also recorded, why do you need to complete these?" Isn't it in vain? ”

Zhuang Xiang was silent.

"Oh! I see, that's why it's called punishment, and it's meant to torture people. ”

Zhou Meng began to find the fragments of Pangu that opened the world, and then put them together one by one, gradually forming a long scroll in the shape of a fold.

There are some burned mottled holes in the middle, and there are black paper ashes attached to the edges.

"Either the paper is not easy to preserve, you see, if you touch a little fire, it will be destroyed." Zhou Meng was busy, and he didn't forget to sigh, "However, it's not right." You Ji Lan Sect, there is snow everywhere, there are hot springs everywhere, even if there is a fire in one place, you can quickly transfer water from the surrounding area, how can these books be burned like this? Moreover, even if it is burned, it is still scattered, as if it has been blown up. It's weird. ”

Zhuang Xiang was still writing at his desk, ignoring Zhou Meng.

Zhou Meng chattered to himself: "Look at it, tsk, I didn't expect your Ji Lan Sect to be so embarrassed." The binding of this scroll is so exquisite, even if it is burned, it is still so neat, compiled, and solemn...... Zhuang what, Zhuang Tu? ”

"Zhuang Kun." Zhuang Xiang suddenly spoke.

"Oh, the 'Shen' in the back is gone, I'll make it up for him."

Zhou Meng was about to put down the pen, the fragments of the paper roll slowly floated up, floating to the Zhuang Xiang table, he stared at the paper roll, stroked it gently, and slowly put it down.

Zhou Mengyi thought about it, this person's surname is Zhuang, and it won't have anything to do with Zhuang Xiang.

"Ah, Zhuang Xiang! This person can't be your father! What a coincidence! ”

Zhou Meng came to Zhuang Xiang's side, looked at the paper scroll, and saw the two words behind "Zhuang Kun" - "load".

"Wow, your father is Zaiwu-kun! Zhuang Xiang! You are the second generation of immortals, I have heard of your father, and he reached the tribulation period at the age of seventeen...... Then, at the time of the tribulation, he participated in the battle of breaking the demons, and he was sacrificed. Zhou Meng's voice became smaller and smaller.

She didn't fully understand the feeling of losing a blood relative, because she had never had a blood relative, but she knew more or less that when she recalled her deceased relatives, people's hearts would be sad.

Zhuang Xiang's expression was so silent and calm from beginning to end, but the trace of hesitation in his eyes was still captured by Zhou Meng.

"Ahem, take your time, I'm going to work."

In the time that followed, Zhou Meng was very quiet, and Zhuang Xiang thought that Zhou Meng was still acquainted.

When Zhuang Xiang finished repairing his father's work, he looked back at Zhou Meng and saw that she was buried in the scroll of paper, motionless, as if she was concentrating on filling the gap in the books.

When Zhuang Xiang approached, he saw Zhou Meng with a stack of papers under him, lying on it and sleeping soundly.

Zhuang Xiang was about to wake up Zhou Meng when the bell of Ji Lanzong's forbidden night rang.

The bell is gentle at first, then gradually high-pitched and louder.

Zhou Meng was awakened when the bell was at its brightest.

"What, it's so noisy." Zhou Meng rubbed his eyes and asked.

"It's night-free."

"Oh, go back to sleep."

Zhuang Xiang glanced at the messy paper on the table, said nothing, and walked to the door alone.

Zhou Meng followed as a matter of course.

When Zhuang Xiang came out of the door and Zhou Meng sold his front feet, the door slammed shut.

"Hey! Do! Zhuang Xiang? What do you mean? ”

"The book has not been completed, and it cannot be released."

"It's dark."

There was no sound outside.

"Zhuang Xiang? Zhuang Xiang! Okay, you Zhuang Xiang, I'll burn you here today. ”

Mo Long: "Don't be stubborn, he's gone." ”

Zhou Meng: "Okay, I'll leave these to you." ”

Mo Long: "What to leave to me?" ”

Zhou Meng: "You are a system, your recognition and retrieval skills are definitely stronger than mine, start work quickly, finish it early and go to bed early." ”

Mo Long: "Then I need psionic energy, the storage during the day is not enough, unless you are extremely calm now, I can let the psionic energy multiply." ”

Zhou Meng: "Don't worry, I'll calm you down now." ”

Zhou Meng made up a dream cloud and meditated on it, trying his best to calm himself down.

Mo Long overflowed from Zhou Meng's mind, retrieving the classics and supplementing them.

Inside the house, the paper flies, the ink flows, the chaos is orderly, and the movement and stillness are born together. In a short time, a whole table of books was repaired.

Mo Long: "These are all books about ancient mythology, with scholars' research and debate, and they are quite interesting to read. ”

Zhou Meng rubbed Mengyun and yawned: "Then you can read it, I'm going to sleep now." ”

Mo Long saw a complete book on Zhuang Xiang's table, it didn't seem to be a classic, it should be the book that Zhuang Xiang was reading now, the name was "The Theory of Things", and he looked at it casually: "It's really boring, boring people love to read boring books, it's all big truth." ”

Zhou Meng finally explained to Mo Long: "Remember the matter of Gong Shiyu." ”

Mo Long: "Remember." ”

He floated in front of Zhou Meng and circled around Zhou Meng's calm cheeks a few times: "When you are quiet, you are a little cute." ”

At dawn the next day, Zhuang Xiang opened the door and saw a cloud, on which was a four-pitched Zhou Meng, and on the table was a sorted out book.

Overnight, all the books were sorted out, which was somewhat incredible.

Zhuang Xiang walked to the table suspiciously, carefully picked up a book, flipped through it carefully, and found that Zhou Meng's supplement was quite complete, but the wording was a little dull, and there were many discrepancies with the context of the original text.

Suddenly, Zhuang Xiang heard footsteps, turned around and stepped up, grabbing the collar behind Zhou Meng's neck.

I don't know when Zhou Meng woke up, and when he saw that the door was open, he was about to escape, but before he saw the light outside the door, he was pulled back by Zhuang Xiang.

"It's daytime, it's time for class! You can't let me skip class, can you? ”

"Master Xiaojue said, you don't have to go to class."

“…… That...... Do? ”

"Mending the Books."

"Isn't this all tinkered with?"

In the blink of an eye, there was another stack of papers on the table, still a thick stack, dusty.

"Do you know what I'm thinking about now?" Zhou Meng asked Zhuang Xiang, and his serious eyes made Zhuang Xiang vigilant.

"I think of Jingwei reclamation. Endless filling, and torment with no end in sight. ”

Zhuang Xiang's vigilance was immediately retracted, and he still sat down silently.

Zhou Meng knew that Xiaojue and Zhuang Xiang would not let her go, so they could only settle down and focus on repairing the classics.

The pen on the table is very simple, but it is awkward to use, because Zhou Meng is still thinking about Zhuang Xiang's jade bucket pen.

"Ahem, Zhuang Xiang, I remember that you have a pen, made of jade, very beautiful, and you haven't named it yet. I remember, you don't need it either, it's better to ......"

"No."

"Who said I wanted to be a prostitute? Am I that kind of person? I'm sure I'll be able to give you what you want. ”

Zhuang Xiang remained silent, which was a huge contempt for Zhou Meng, as if Zhou Meng's things were not delivered to him Zhuang Xiang.

"Of course, you're not a layman, and I'm sure I'm not going to give you money in exchange, in that case, I don't think the pen is precious enough. I have something better to trade with you. ”

Zhuang Xiang picked up the pen and began to write, completely ignoring Zhou Meng.

Zhou Meng dragged Mengyun to Zhuang Xiang, pinched and kneaded, put Zhuang Xiang's hand on it, and boasted: "Look at it, this texture, this material, this spiritual power, the whole world, this is the only one."

Do you have to toss and turn because of love?

Do you have trouble sleeping because of the day?

Do you wake up with nightmares?

Do you wake up frequently at night because of frequent urination and urgency?

Don't be afraid, insomnia stars, Mengyun will be handed over to you, so that you can sleep well and sleep soundly!

There is also a dream-making function, just recite the dream-making mantra! Get it now, give away a dream spell for free, the spiritual power is not enough to support the dream spell, and you can also get a lifetime dream charm subsidy guarantee! ”

As soon as Zhuang Xiang flicked his fingers, the dream cloud slammed away.

"Oops! Such a good thing, you don't want anyone else, I still have to sleep at night! You ruined my things, you have to compensate! Nothing else, just your pen. ”

Zhuang Xiang's silence was like an impregnable fortress.

However, Zhou Meng knew the fragility of this fortress.

She casually knitted another dream cloud, sat on it, and buttoned her nails like an oiran, "It seems that ordinary things can't impress you." I have one more thing that you must be interested in. ”

Zhuang Xiang seemed to have had enough of Zhou Meng's noise: "No, I'm not interested in everything about you." ”

"Okay, you said it. It seems that you will not be interested in Zhuang Yan's whereabouts. ”