The entire sect is obsessed with love, but I'm the only one who's truly insane.

After Mo Lin left, Lin Du thought of something on his way back, "Does our sect's library have any calligraphy copybooks?"

"Probably not," Xia Tian replied without answering. "What's wrong?"

Lin Du nodded. "It's nothing."

To her surprise, on the second day after returning to the sect, she received a stack of books from the sect leader, with the Thousand Character Classic on top.

Feng Chao's gaze was kind. "I was busy taking stock of the winter accounts and dealing with the affairs of our sect's territory after the spring, so I was delayed. Your master probably doesn't pay much attention to these things. Although we are cultivators, we can't lack cultural literacy. You should learn these things first. If you don't understand something, you can ask me."

Lin Du was somewhat surprised, then quickly thanked him.

"Thank you, Master."

"Just call me Senior Sister." Feng Chao was born as gorgeous as a noblewoman, but she was a person who worried about everything. She managed all the affairs of the sect by herself and was extremely busy, but she still managed to take care of Lin Du's insignificant matter.

"Senior Sister." Lin Du could actually understand the book by combining the context. It was like an instinct of the Chinese people. As long as it was in the context, even traditional characters could be read smoothly.

Feng Chao patted Lin Du's head and then sighed, "You're too thin. You're not eating enough."

"Study hard. Our Supreme Sect has always persuaded people with reason. I admire a disciple like you who loves to read."

After saying that, she hurried away, saying, "Alright, I still have to dig up the bamboo shoots on the back hill. I'm off."

Lin Du sat down quietly with the stack of books in his hand, and then opened the Thousand Character Classic.

It was only then that she realized that the Thousand Character Classic had an engraving array on it, which could automatically read out every single character once it was opened.

"Heaven and earth were dark and yellow, the universe was vast and boundless."

The sun and moon wax and wane, and the stars and constellations are arrayed in the sky.

... "

Lin Du found it amusing and read a sentence along with it. Suddenly, she noticed that a small figure on the page seemed to understand, swaying and moving in sync with her movements.

As soon as she stopped, the little figure frowned. "No slacking off. You have to keep going and persevere until you finish learning. If you can't finish memorizing, you'll come with me to the back mountain to dig bamboo shoots."

Lin Du covered his forehead and chuckled, mischievously trying to close the book.

A scream rang out, "You are the future hope of our sect! How can you give up halfway!"

"You are truly the worst student I have ever taught."

"The dog replied with a bark, 'You're so quiet!'"

The gaps between the pages grew narrower and narrower until the little figure pleaded, "Hey, don't go yet! Let me see if I can read it again. Let me finish reading it before we talk about it."

Lin Du opened the book again and suddenly realized that the world of cultivation was much more interesting than he had imagined.

She stayed quietly by the window on the first floor of the sect's library, diligently memorizing the Thousand Character Classic and then tracing it down stroke by stroke.

Until the real person who had never shown up in the library sent her a telepathic message, "It's lunchtime, go eat."

Lin Du was the only new disciple who came to the library every day because her unreliable master disdained teaching those fragmented basics and let her read the books on her own.

When Lin Du was in college, the school had a lively academic atmosphere and the library was always full. She often followed the crowd to the library and was quite content.

This library is not far from the back mountain of the sect, on a small hill. Outside the gate is a long blue brick staircase, with lush green trees on both sides, shrouded in a thin mist. The trees are a darker color than elsewhere, like green mountains emerging from an ink painting, with the mist like ink spreading out.

The young man in brocade robes stepped off the leaves and landed outside the dining hall. Before he even stepped inside, she already knew today's menu.

The leftover cured pork from the New Year was stir-fried with garlic leaves, and there was also a pot of rich chicken soup. Today, it also had a medicinal herb flavor, which I'm afraid was the work of my senior brother Jiang Liang.

As she stepped into the dining hall, sure enough, Xia Tianwu was helping out with his sleeves rolled up; not all the new disciples had arrived yet.

"Master, Junior Uncle has arrived."

"She's just in time. The medicine I prepared for her is ready. Go and get it for her."

The moment the man's voice rang out, a smiling young voice followed, "Thank you for your trouble, Master Jiang Liang."

Inside the kitchen, a man in a dark brown, narrow-sleeved shirt was waving a spatula around. Hearing this, he immediately turned around, covering his face with his hand. "Don't move!"

Lin Du's outstretched foot dangled in mid-air.

"Don't come any closer! Please don't come any closer!" Jiang Liang's back was to Lin Du, his voice trembling. "I'm afraid of living people."

……

Lin Du glanced at Xia Tianwu; no wonder this junior apprentice was so taciturn.

Jiang Liang, a healer who is rumored to be able to refine elixirs that can revive the dead and heal the bones, once said a line in Xia Tianwu's script.

"I can bring the living dead back to life, but if your heart is dead but your body is alive, then there's nothing I can do to save you."

Even though the later plot shows the scumbag suddenly realizing that he only saved her life because of his white moonlight and had to save her out of a sense of responsibility, and that he truly loves Xia Tianwu, he still goes through a series of desperate attempts to win her back, even personally cutting out his own golden core to provide Jiang Liang with a pill to save Xia Tianwu.

Jiang Liang never forgave the scumbag who hurt his disciple. After learning that his disciple had accepted the scumbag again, he went into seclusion in anger and never came out again.

Lin Du never expected that this senior brother, a medical cultivator, would actually be a socially awkward person.

Oh, she's not even socially anxious anymore, she's severely socially phobic.

Xia Tian didn't speak up immediately, "Junior Uncle, my master doesn't often meet strangers. He's never seen any of this year's new disciples before, so he's a little..."

"I understand, I understand." Lin Du silently withdrew his foot, then bowed and said, "Thank you, Master Jiang Liang, for preparing the medicine for me. I won't come in to help for now."

"Wait a minute." A silver thread flew over diagonally, and Lin Du subconsciously tried to dodge it, but the silver thread seemed to have eyes and wrapped around her wrist.

She was startled, then felt the spiritual energy above her enter her meridians like hot spring water. It was not malicious, so she stood obediently.

"Let me take your pulse. Your master sent me a letter, but he can't be as accurate as me taking it myself."

The man remained standing with his back to Lin Du, pondered for a moment, then sighed softly and turned around. He looked like a scholar, with a short beard, yet still as refined as a literary figure. He frowned slightly, his expression extremely solemn.

"Weren't you afraid of living people just now?" Lin Du was originally thinking about how this kind of medical cultivator could cure diseases and save lives, but she didn't expect him to get into the state of mind even faster than her.

"You don't count as a living person," Jiang Liang said succinctly.

Xia Tian's expression changed. His master was indeed afraid of strangers, but there was only one situation in which he would face a patient who came to him for treatment: someone who was already unconscious or dying.

She looked at Jiang Liang in surprise, "Master..., are you too far away and made a mistake? Or is it this silver thread...?"

Lin Du, instead of being angry, laughed and happily stepped inside.

It's much better than saying she's not human.

"Fifth Senior Brother, do you think there's any hope for me?"

"You're sick, you're seriously ill."