We said we would experience life, fairy, how did you become real?.

Chapter 117 This Ink Lake Flows for Thousands of Miles (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
The moment Bai Ruxue saw Xiao Mo, her eyes lit up instantly.

"Xiao Mo, you're back!"

Bai Ruxue happily ran into the yard.

"Yes, I'm back." Xiao Mo nodded. "But Ru Xue, what happened to you?"

Ru Xue's silvery-white hair and white dress were covered in dust, and she looked as if she had dug a tunnel.

"Oh, it's alright." Bai Ruxue cast a spell, and all the mud on her body disappeared. "Xiao Mo, you're back just in time. I've prepared a gift for you. Come and see."

Before Xiao Mo could say anything, Bai Ruxue pulled him out of the courtyard.

Looking at her expectant yet somewhat excited profile, Xiao Mo simply smiled to himself, wondering what new and interesting ideas she had up her sleeve this time.

Soon, Bai Ruxue led Xiao Mo to the foot of a mountain.

Xiao Mo looked at the mountain peak in front of him.

If I remember correctly, this mountain is just a barren mountain belonging to the academy. Although it is rich in spiritual energy, the White Deer Academy does not have the extra energy to develop it.

"I'll blindfold you, Xiao Mo. You're not allowed to peek." Bai Ruxue took out a piece of black cloth.

"Okay." Xiao Mo closed his eyes very cooperatively.

Bai Ruxue tiptoed and pressed her soft body against his back.

Xiao Mo was taken aback.

He realized that he had underestimated Ru Xue.

After carefully putting the black cloth around his neck, Bai Ruxue jumped in front of Xiao Mo and held up one finger: "How many is this?"

Xiao Mo shook his head: "I can't see it."

"It's good that you can't see it. Let's go." Bai Ruxue took Xiao Mo's hand and walked up the mountain.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows. The dark bark, covered in slippery moss, shimmered with a faint green glow in the dim light, like forgotten stars hidden deep within the shadows.

The bushes huddled together densely, and the dewdrops hanging from the tips of the leaves looked like the tears of someone who had stayed up all night, crystal clear and about to fall.

Halfway there, Bai Ruxue realized that she was holding Xiao Mo's large hand.

The woman's cheeks flushed slightly, and her fair fingers tightened their grip on Xiao Mo's hand, though she seemed afraid he would notice.

Feeling the warmth of the woman's palm, Xiao Mo did not react.

Upon seeing Xiao Mo, Bai Ruxue seemed to become even bolder, recalling a book she had read before.

Finally, Xiao Mo felt the girl's slender fingers slip between his fingers, palms facing each other, gently holding his.

After making these bold moves "secretly," Bai Ruxue's blush had spread all the way to her ears.

Even Bai Ruxue didn't dare to raise her head to look at him.

But the next moment, Bai Ruxue felt her hand being gripped slightly tighter, and that joy spread quietly like a stream.

Bai Ruxue didn't say anything, but simply held his hand tightly, hoping that the road up the mountain could be longer, and that she could walk with him for a lifetime.

But every road eventually comes to an end.

Half an hour later, Bai Ruxue led Xiao Mo to the lake halfway up the mountain.

"We've arrived. I'll take the cloth off for you."

The woman reluctantly released Xiao Mo's large hand, stood on tiptoe in front of him, and removed the black cloth.

Xiao Mo opened his eyes, and what he saw was a lake.

The lake is surrounded by spiritual flowers and herbs, and a small bridge extends from the shore to the center of the lake, where a water pavilion is located.

The lake reflects the image of the water pavilion.

Looking up, Xiao Mo could still see the spiritual energy continuously gathering into the lake.

Because of the influence of the literary and artistic spirit, the lake water has a faint black hue, resembling an ink-washing pool.

"What is this?" Xiao Mo asked. "This is the lake I built for you."

Bai Ruxue said smugly.

"I used some stones at the bottom of the lake that can gather spiritual power and literary fortune, and I also set up several magic arrays."

Xiao Mo, as long as you drop a drop of blood into this lake, you can create a certain connection with it. The accumulated literary fortune will be available only to you. Unless you are a Confucian cultivator in the Ascension Realm, no one can take it away.

However, to be fair, cultivators at the Ascension Realm wouldn't even consider the literary fortune of this lake, nor would they have the face to do so.

Looking at the lake, Xiao Mo fell silent.

"What's wrong, Xiao Mo? Don't you like it?" Bai Ruxue tugged at Xiao Mo's sleeve nervously.

Xiao Mo shook his head: "No, I like it very much, but Ru Xue, there's no need to do this kind of thing in the future. I don't want you to be so tired."

"It's alright, Xiao Mo. I don't feel tired at all when I do things for you. In fact, I'm very happy." Hearing Xiao Mo say that he liked it, Bai Ruxue's eyes curved into a smile. "Xiao Mo, hurry up and name it. Then I'll help you connect it with this lake."

"Alright then." Now that the lake is finished, Xiao Mo can't waste Ru Xue's good intentions. "But Ru Xue, I have something to give you, and you can't refuse it."

Xiao Mo took out the Wen Yun Pearl and handed it to Ru Xue.

"What is this? Such a strong aura of literary talent!" Bai Ruxue exclaimed in surprise.

"This is the reward I received for passing the assessment. It's called the Literary Fortune Pearl. After consuming it, I will receive the blessing of literary fortune, which will give me a better chance of success when I face tribulations in the future," Xiao Mo said.

"No, no, I can't accept this!" Bai Ruxue quickly shook her head. "This thing is too valuable."

"It's not very valuable. Compared to the lake you built for me, it's nothing. If you don't accept it, I'll just turn around and leave."

Bai Ruxue lowered her head, hesitated for a long time, and then reluctantly accepted the Wen Yunzhu. "I...I'll take it, but I'll eat it later."

"Eat it now," Xiao Mo said with a smile, how could he not understand her thoughts?

"Hmph! Stinky Xiao Mo," Bai Ruxue muttered under her breath, but could only swallow the Wen Yun Pearl in front of Xiao Mo.

"Ru Xue, why don't you give this lake a name?" Xiao Mo said with a smile. "I can accept this lake, but since you built it, you should name it. It will also be a shared memory for both of us."

Should I choose a name?

"of course."

"Then let me think about it."

Bai Ruxue pondered for a moment, then her eyes suddenly lit up.

"Xiao Mo, I've got it! How about we call it Ink Lake?"

Nighttime at Bailu Academy.

On a mountain peak north of the academy.

A woman stands in front of a lake.

The bright moonlight shone down, and the dark lake rippled with a faint glow.

"Teacher, why do you come to this lake so often?" a young girl asked curiously as she approached her master.

The girl's name was Hu Die, and she was the last disciple of the headmaster of Bailu Academy.

The headmaster of Bailu Academy, named Shang Jiuli, gazed calmly at the lake: "Because whenever I see this lake, I think of an old friend."

"An old friend?" Hu Die asked curiously.

"That was the teacher's junior fellow student, and also a little-known great Confucian scholar."

With her hands behind her back, Shang Jiuli watched as the moonlight gently outlined the girl's figure. Her deep eyes seemed to have traveled through four thousand years of time, returning to that day she could never forget.

"Four thousand years ago, during the most intense period of the war between humans and demons, he perished for what was most important to him. On that very day, something happened in this lake."

"What's the matter?"

"That day, a once-in-a-millennium rain fell on Bailu Academy, and this ink-black lake was flooded for thousands of miles."

(End of this chapter)