In Sumeru, pretend to be a scholar

Fortunately, he received instruction from the immortal Zibai and thus began to understand the method of splitting rocks.

The immortal said: "All stones have veins and bones. When quarrying stones, one should not use brute force to resist them, but rather guide them along their natural patterns."

He personally demonstrated by gently tapping the rock at a point along the grain, and the boulder immediately cracked along the grain, becoming as smooth as a mirror.

When it came time to build the house, the deity earnestly instructed: "The foundation of the stone should be stable, just as the heart should be upright."

We have come to realize that houses are not merely shelters from wind and rain, but are the very roots that connect people to the earth.

The gods personally instructed that the hardest bluestone be used as the base, and the stones be joined together with the ingenuity of mortise and tenon joints. Even without mud or ash, it can withstand wind and rain and stand firm.

Guided by the immortal Bai, we are no longer afraid of the hardships of opening mountains and chiseling stones.

They know how to respect nature and also how to create a safe and secure home with their own hands.

Today, the stones collected from Langya Mountain and the houses built according to the teachings stand majestically, conveying the wisdom and spirit of the immortal Zibai in the past.

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This is a short story about how Professor Zibe quarried stones to build houses.

In closing, I marvel at the houses built by everyone using their own quarrying skills and following the teachings of Zibai, which still stand in Langya, whispering tales of the gentleness and wisdom of that white-horse immortal.

Unfortunately, looking back now, there are not many traces left of the former Langya.

The houses and buildings they left behind with Zibe were also destroyed by divine retribution.

Wang Yan sighed, picked up a pen and paper from the side, and began to translate directly.

After seeing Wang Yan get into work mode, Bai Wen didn't stay and left.

However, even after she left, she had someone stand guard at the door so that Wang Yan could call for help at any time.

Chapter 122 Langfeng·Zibai

"How is it?"

After Baiwen returned to Ningguang's side, Ningguang asked him a question.

Bai Wen replied softly, "Mr. Wang Yan is moving very quickly and has already cracked the code. I think it's quite good."

"Okay, I've instructed someone to take care of them, haven't I?"

"It has already been instructed."

"That's good. Don't neglect him. If he has any needs, just agree to them if you can."

After Ningguang finished speaking, she changed the subject: "How are the preparations for the Lantern Festival going?"

"Everything is proceeding as planned, there are no problems."

"Yes, please take good care of it. Yuheng is investigating Zhanzhu's swallowing of the moon. Make sure there are no mistakes during the Sea Lantern Festival."

"Rest assured, sir!"

As they were talking, a blue figure walked in. The figure had short black hair styled with side-swept bangs, green eyes, and purple makeup on red lips.

She wore a white silk robe and a jade bracelet on her right hand.

It is night orchid.

"Hmm? Coming over at this hour, does that mean the investigation has yielded results?" Ningguang said with a smile, then gave Baiwen a look, and Baiwen tactfully withdrew.

Although Yelan and Ningguang are in a superior-subordinate relationship, they are actually more like partners.

Therefore, she didn't respect Ningguang as much as Baiwen did. She casually pulled out a chair and sat down: "We still have no clue about that scholar. Also, Lu Xiangxiang is in trouble. She ran away from Bubulu this morning. When we found her, she was going crazy with the boy from Shenyu Valley. After we caught her, she said she didn't remember."

"Huh? You mean... she's pretending to be crazy?"

"No, what I mean is, what happened before probably wasn't done by Lu Xiangxiang."

Ye Lan crossed her legs: "Unless she has experienced something far more humiliating than the fool, it's impossible for her to fool me."

"So, the clue about Zhan Zhu swallowing the moon has been lost?"

"If we're talking about direct leads, they've indeed gone cold, but..." Ye Lan smiled.

Ningguang shook her head: "Stop being so mysterious, what did you discover?"

"Although Lu Xiangxiang said she didn't remember anything, after questioning, she still managed to recall some things."

"According to her, before she lost her memory, she had been doing archaeological digging and had been practicing the art of divination."

"Coincidentally, when Lu Xiangxiang was pestering that beast-dancing boy, that boy was also praying to his apprentice."

"Even more coincidentally, they were all praying to the White Horse Immortal!"

Yelan explained her reasoning, but did not state her conclusion. She simply looked at Ningguang after she finished speaking.

Ningguang nodded slightly and replied, "So, you think this anomaly is related to the White Horse Immortal."

"Most likely. Besides, I inquired and found out that Lu Xiangxiang's family owns the [White Horse Inn]. Hmm... it's quite a coincidence," Ye Lan said with a smile.

Ningguang listened without any surprise on her face, clearly already knowing the news.

"Zhan Zhu swallowed the moon... the white horse immortal... Langya... (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and doesn't form coherent sentences.)"

Ningguang narrowed her eyes slightly, muttering to herself as her thoughts raced.

Ye Lan watched from the side, casually picking up some fruit from the desk and eating it, without disturbing Ning Guang's thoughts.

As a collaborator, she knew very well that Ningguang's situation was a brainstorming session.

A short while later, Ningguang came to her senses and looked at Yelan: "Have your people gone to check the inn?"

These words seemed to come out of nowhere, but Ye Lan understood them perfectly: "They went in, but didn't touch anything."

"Hmm... let's bring them back. We don't need to continue the investigation."

Are you serious?

"Okay, let's withdraw."

“Okay.” Ye Lan nodded in agreement. “What about Zhan Zhu Tun Yue?”

“Yuheng has already gone to question some tribes in Chenyu Valley, so you don’t need to worry about it for now,” Ningguang said.

Ye Lan nodded: "Okay, then I'll be going now if there's nothing else."

Ningguang did not try to stop her.

After Ye Lan left, Ning Guang's gaze turned towards the direction of Wang Yan's office.

"Your Majesty...do you want me to cooperate with him?"

She spoke in a low voice.

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Qunyu Pavilion, Office No. 2

Wang Yan was working with great enthusiasm.

You know what, translating ancient records and witnessing the process of others' history is quite good.

There's a sense of novelty, and you can occasionally glean some interesting stories from these records.

For example, the rubbing Wang Yan currently has records a moon goddess riding a high chariot across the sky. Lang Guang discovered that the other party was not the immortal Zi Bai, and then realized that there were many moon envoys in the sky, and the immortal Zi Bai was not the only moon envoy.

It seems that people in that era didn't really understand the sky and the moon.

Or rather, the only higher beings they knew of were their direct subordinates, the 'angels'.

Wang Yan recalled the memories in her mind.

During the Langguangyan Age, human civilization had little understanding of the heavens and other higher realms.

The reason is simple: in the earliest eternal times, nature truly gave humanity whatever it wanted, as long as it didn't overstep its bounds.

But humanity is still not satisfied and keeps demanding, until it began to pursue taboos, which led to the natural order being restarted several times (probably three times, and now it is the fourth time).

In short, the natural order subsequently imposed a cognitive blockade on humanity.

Beyond the world, above the sky, many beings in high positions are no longer known to anyone.

Perhaps, after repeated cycles of experimentation, the natural order has concluded that limiting cognition is a good way to prevent humanity from heading into the abyss.

Upon closer examination, it makes sense.

The abyss is "a place where nothing will ever happen."

However, the lower a person's level of awareness, the fewer paths they can take. From this perspective, it seems unlikely that certain fates will occur.

Of course, this is just Wang Yan's unfounded conjecture, and there is no basis for it.

I pulled myself out of my thoughts, put down the rubbing in my hand, wrote down the translation, and then picked up the next one.

With a glance, Wang Yan was taken aback and pulled out the gold.

The inscription on this rubbing is clearly the poem "Langfeng·Zibai", which is also known as "an ancient poem".

"Oh... so I'm the scholar who translated an ancient poem in the storyline, making it famous throughout Liyue Harbor?"

Wang Yan's heart stirred slightly. Although he had guessed before that Zhong Li's guidance to this place was related to Zi Bai's resurrection, he still felt a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of mixed emotions, including admiration and awe) upon seeing the poem in front of him.

"No, that's not right. The plot only gives a rough outline, but I'm different. I can translate it completely."

"Alright, I'll do it then. I'll accept this favor from Zibai."

Wang Yan shook his head and transcribed the phrase "Langfeng·Zibai" onto the white paper next to him.

Of course, the rubbing does not include the title of the poem, so Wang Yan simply wrote "[An Ancient Poem]". After all, even the most accomplished scholar cannot translate something that doesn't exist out of thin air.

As I was writing, there was a knock on the door.

Wang Yan looked up and saw Bai Wen standing at the door, followed by two maids.

One person was carrying a food box, and the other was holding a basin of warm water, with a clean towel draped beside them.

“Mr. Wang Yan, it’s noon, shall we have lunch first?” Bai Wen said.

"Um... okay, you can leave it here for now, I'll finish writing this."

Baiwen gestured for the two maids to put the things down, then walked to Wang Yan's side and looked at the ancient poem that Wang Yan was writing.

"The moon rises eternally, and there is a beautiful woman, Ju, here I am with my kudzu and mulberry branches, so pleasing to the eye..."

As Ningguang's secretary, Baiwen was naturally not like Paimon who couldn't read all the words. Although it was a bit difficult to pronounce, he still read it out softly.

“Sir, what does this mean?” she asked.

Wang Yan did not stop writing and continued writing, replying: "A fairy wearing jade ornaments descended upon the ever-bright moonlit night sky. She protected our kudzu and mulberry trees, weaving them into coarse cloth so that we could live in peace and without worry..."

"Hmm?" Baiwen's eyes narrowed slightly. "Does it say which immortal it is?"

“No, but I think it should be the White Horse Immortal.” Wang Yan said, finishing writing the last line, “I wish to fly, to pray for good fortune,” and put down his pen.

Why?

As Bai Wen asked the question, he stepped aside so that Wang Yan could walk to the basin to wash his hands.

"Because judging from other ancient texts, Lang Guang recited the rebellious dragon tree and looked at the immortal.

These are all clues that can be pieced together from ancient text rubbings, and Wang Yan is not afraid of being doubted when he speaks them out.

"I see. You are indeed a man of great talent, sir." Bai Wen exclaimed, while helping Wang Yan put away the paper and pen and taking out the food from the food box.

After washing his hands, Wang Yan sat back down in his seat, where the food and dishes were already laid out.

Although he was alone, he was served six dishes and a soup, which gives a glimpse into the extravagance of the Qunyu Pavilion.

Chapter 123 Wang Yan: Yes, I come from outside this world.

After the meal, Baiwen had someone clear the table, and Wang Yan rested for a while before continuing to work.

He does have a bit of a stubborn, unruly nature.

He was busy until the afternoon when he finally transferred the text from the last photo.

After stretching his aching wrists, Wang Yan stood up and called out, "Is anyone there?"