I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 427 Look, there's no one here!
Just as Feng Xue was lamenting that her sure-fire success had slipped away, Han Wen reached into a book and pulled out a box twice the size of a coffin. He then bowed respectfully to Feng Xue and said:

"Thank you for your guidance, sir. I, Hanwen... no, the entire Zhuye School, will never forget this great kindness. However, I have already figured out the path ahead and cannot walk with you. Therefore, I will give these things to you!"

"What is that?" Feng Xue was confused by Han Wen's behavior, but Han Wen thought she was asking about the contents of the "coffin" and immediately laughed:

"These are just old customs. Now that we're demanding new customs, we can get rid of these old ones!"

For a moment, Feng Xue felt that the radiance emanating from this person was incredibly dazzling, as if she were seeing a rising sun slowly ascending.

This light was neither illusory nor real, but rather a manifestation of inner spirit, a candle burning in the heart. The common people heard nothing of it, but the young men of the nearby families were all drawn to its radiance. Han Wen, however, seemed oblivious. He merely shook the book in his hand, gathering everything around him, bowed deeply to Feng Xue once more, and then turned and left, leaving only his vibrant voice in the air—

"From now on, I will no longer seek the traces of Zhou Ding, but only inquire about the true meaning of propriety from the common people! I, the master of the Zhuye School of novels, thank you for your guidance, Master Feng!"

These words shook half of Xianyang. Although there weren't many who could see the light of the rising sun, each prominent school of thought could still find one or two.

But this person is a novelist, and a member of the widely recognized, soon-to-be-extinct Noriha school. That's just absurd, isn't it?
The Zhuye School is rooted in the common people and its core lies in seeking propriety. Therefore, it is impossible for them to forcibly continue their path by actively instigating turmoil, like the strategists.

What's even more outrageous is that this person was actually guided by someone else!
It should be noted that when he expressed his gratitude, he mentioned his school of thought and his position as the head of the school, rather than his own name. He also used the very weighty word "Master" when addressing the other party. It can be said that from this day forward, all novelists of the various schools of thought should treat this "Master Feng" with the respect due to a disciple.

Those who were far away might still be speculating whether this "Master Feng" was a renowned sage who was just giving pointers to his disciple. But those who were close by were truly bewildered, because they could clearly see that the person called Master Feng was just a young man!

But upon closer inspection...

Good guy!
The maids around him all had the strange phenomenon of "looking up at the moon"!

Now, those who were initially thinking, "This kid probably just got lucky and stumbled upon this opportunity," are completely dumbfounded. And this isn't an isolated case!
So... this maid was probably also someone you instructed to bring in.

The temperature in the deserted neighborhood where Feng Xue was located dropped a few degrees in an instant. Looking at the surging crowd, Feng Xue had no idea that she might have unintentionally made a big news story.
With a shake of the Hutian Bag, the "coffin" left by Han Wen was put into the bag. Liu Yunxi grabbed the handlebars and was about to run away when Fina received the order. She lifted the wheelchair with one hand, and the dog simultaneously grabbed Liu Yunxi, whose attention was on the wheelchair. In a flash, the three people, the dog, and the wheelchair disappeared without a trace.

"This Master Feng is really..."

"Such speed! That white-haired, youthful-looking maid doesn't look it, but judging from her skills alone, she's probably a master of military tactics!"

"With a female servant from a military family by his side, a dog raised by a farmer, equipment made by a master craftsman, and the ability to instruct a novelist, just who is this person?"

"I don't know, and I've never heard of any family having such a young talent..."

……

Knowing he had already become the subject of discussion, Feng Xue had no intention of continuing his leisurely stroll. He quickly returned to the inn, sealed off the room using a "ghost wall" technique, and then took out the "coffin" left by Han Wen to examine the "old gifts" left to him by his "cheap apprentice." Feng Xue initially thought the box contained the spoils of the Zhuye Sect's archaeological work, probably a pile of bamboo slips and fragments, but as the box was opened, he realized his simplistic view.

The Zhuye School seeks rituals, not antiques. In other words, they want knowledge, not the medium of knowledge. This box contains no fragments of bamboo slips, ancient books, or silk scrolls, but only meticulously bound volumes.

Moreover, its content is not disorganized, but rather carefully sorted and integrated, and includes annotations and interpretations left by the entire Zhuye School.

However, the book's content was far too profound and didn't suit Feng Xue's reading habits. Most importantly, the script was in small seal script, and after reading just two pages, Feng Xue felt dizzy. Finally, she simply said:

"Little Bell, collect the documents here, translate and summarize them, and then make a categorized summary."

"Yes, Master." Little Bell responded immediately upon receiving the command.

In the past, she would have needed someone to help her turn the pages, but now, she can scan dozens of books simultaneously by activating some nanounits. In addition to the text on the pages, she can also record the material of the books, the composition of the ink, and so on. Not to mention the original content, format, or any hidden codes, even if it is done using invisible ink or some other outrageous method, as long as the content actually exists at the physical level, it can be analyzed later.

"This makes Yingbao one less chore," Feng Xue muttered to herself. After all, without the nanounits, Yingbao would be the one turning the pages for Xiaolingdang, but now there's a replacement...

amount……

Speaking of nanounits and Mizutsukoshi...

A thought suddenly popped into Feng Xue's mind, and a smile involuntarily appeared on her face, startling Fina so much that she couldn't help but shrink back.

Yingbao was still unaware of the seriousness of the situation. She was huddled in a corner watching a drama while holding a terminal (the device couldn't be brought into the picture). Sensing Feng Xue approaching, she turned her head and said:
"what's up?"

"Now that we have nanomachines, would you like me to build you a body?"

As Feng Xue spoke, the nanomachines around her obediently formed a palm-sized humanoid shape.

Upon hearing this, Mo Ying immediately bristled. Without even giving Feng Xue a reply, she darted into her painting with a speed that would make even an Olympic diving champion envious. However…

card!
With a flick of her two fingers, Mo Ying, half-submerged in the painting, got stuck there. Watching the two long legs thrashing about, Feng Xue let out a strange, cackling laugh and leaned closer...

Watching the interaction between the human and the ghost, Fina's eyes twitched violently twice. Sarah, however, was even more speechless than Fina. She leaned closer to Liu Yunxi, who was watching "Feng Xue taming the ghost" with great interest, and weakly said:
"They're using such fancy tricks without even trying to hide it from people?"

"What are you saying!" Liu Yunxi glanced at Sarah with disdain, her tone subtle as she said:
"Do you see anyone in this house?"

(End of this chapter)