Observing Wanfa from the martial arts school servants

Chapter 127 Lin Mu's Revenge (Supplement)

Now that I have obtained the Tranquility Mantra, it confirms that the beast pattern does indeed possess the power of literature and Tao.

But he still had doubts: if the power of literature alone could suppress the restlessness of the primordial mark and give birth to beast patterns, these beast patterns should have been commonplace by now. Why would the Quan family regard them as a closely guarded secret? There must be another mystery behind this.

He leaned back in his chair, moonlight filtering through the gaps in the bamboo blinds and falling on the two rolls of parchment on the table.

The beast pattern couldn't be unraveled, the primordial mark was unusable, and the Tranquility Mantra could barely soothe the backlash from the demonic source—even with his current cultivation in literature, he could only hold out for a breath.

He sighed softly.

Can this idle sect still stay?

Yan Niang may appear gentle and tender, but she is more dangerous than anyone else at heart.

He still hasn't figured out her true intentions.

The Demon-Summoning Bell can instantly unleash the demonic energy, the Tranquility Spell can calm it down, and the Insight Spell can expose it completely.

The key is that she combines techniques and grasps the timing very well.

Fortunately, Yan Niang did not truly intend to kill him.

But he was unwilling to leave just like that—there were so many things to learn here.

Jiang Wang's Water-Severing Flow can cut off waterfalls, and Yan Niang's Insight Technique can see through everything.

Learning either of these two skills will greatly enhance your abilities.

Especially his Insight Technique, which allows him to transform from Lin Mu into Sherlock Holmes Mu.

But to leave a grudge unavenged is not the act of a gentleman.

He is a gentleman.

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping back and forth across the bamboo beam above his head, blackened by the passage of time.

Suddenly, a slight smirk appeared on his lips; he had an idea.

The next morning.

Before dawn, Lin Mu squatted down opposite Xiaoxiao's bamboo house and started a small fire.

There were three sweet potatoes on the fire, which he had secretly taken from the kitchen last night.

He poked a few small holes in the sweet potato with a bamboo skewer so that the aroma could dissipate faster.

A morning breeze blew in from the waterfall, carrying moisture and the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes into the bamboo house.

The door of the bamboo house creaked open.

Xiaoxiao, wearing an oversized pale white jacket, her two ponytails askew, rubbed her eyes as she stepped over the threshold.

She sniffed, then sniffed again, and turned her head following the scent, immediately spotting Lin Mu crouching behind the purple bamboo thicket.

"Big brother!"

Xiaoxiao ran over with her short legs, squatted by the fire, stared at the three sweet potatoes, her eyes shining like two stars.

"Is it for Xiaoxiao?"

"Um.

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Lin Mu stirred the fire, took out the sweet potato that smelled the best, and split it open with a bamboo sliver to reveal its golden color, steaming hot.

Xiaoxiao reached out to grab it, but Lin Mu blocked her.

"Hot. Blow on it." Xiaoxiao puffed out her cheeks and blew on it twice, then took the sweet potato, took a big bite, and said with her cheeks bulging, "So good!"

Hearing the noise, Yan Niang came out of the bamboo house.

She was dressed in a plain blue cloth dress, holding a ruler in her hand. Her gaze swept over the fire, over the sweet potatoes, and finally landed on Lin Mu's face, giving him a lukewarm look.

Lin Mu did not avoid her gaze.

"Xiaoxiao, come back with me to morning class." Yan Niang frowned as she looked at Xiaoxiao's disheveled appearance, which was covered in sweet potato bits.

"I want to paint sweet potatoes."

"Paint it well."

Without saying a word, Yan Niang stepped forward and grabbed Xiao Xiao's arm.

"Early morning classes cannot be late."

"And what's so good about sweet potatoes?"

Xiaoxiao refused to leave.

She crouched down and clung tightly to Lin Mu's arm, her entire weight hanging on him.

"I don't want to go! I don't want to go!" Xiaoxiao looked at Yanniang's expression and was terrified.

Yan Niang didn't let go; her voice remained soft and gentle, but her tone left no room for argument. "Morning lessons cannot be missed."

This reminded Lin Mu of the morning and evening classes that Wen Haoran absolutely could not miss.

Xiaoxiao stuffed a sweet potato into her mouth, then freed both hands to wrap her arms around Lin Mu's neck like a frightened koala, refusing to let go no matter how hard she pulled.

Yan Niang tugged twice, but Xiao Xiao hugged her even tighter.

Lin Mu looked at her, shrugged, meaning that he was also helpless about Xiaoxiao being so clingy to him.

Then he whispered in Xiaoxiao's ear, "I'll stay with you during your morning lesson, and I'll make you beggar's chicken later, okay?"

Xiaoxiao's eyebrows furrowed and then relaxed. She looked up at Lin Mu, then looked down at her empty hands, bit her lip, and nodded.

During this time, Lin Mu's gaze never left Yan Niang, and a ripple appeared in his martial arts.

Yan Niang was eavesdropping on their whispers.

Lin Mu looked at Yan Niang.

The two stared at each other for about three breaths.

Yan Niang's eyes reflected the morning light, bamboo shadows, the embers of the fire, and Lin Mu's face.

Lin Mu's eyes reflected Yan Niang and the entire bamboo forest behind her, swaying in the morning breeze.

Finally, Yan Niang turned and walked towards the study without any expression.

But her hand clenched.

The study is not large.

Bamboo mats were laid on the ground, and a yellowed copy of "The Great Learning" lay open on the desk.

Yan Niang knelt opposite the desk, with the ruler beside her.

Lin Mu sat cross-legged on the floor, and Xiao Xiao sat on his lap, her two short legs swinging back and forth.

Yan Niang turned to the section on "The extension of knowledge lies in the investigation of things," and said, "Today's morning lesson was about the art of insight."

"To learn the art of insight, one must understand that the key to knowledge lies in the investigation of things."

"Investigating things requires thoroughly exploring their underlying principles."

Wen Dao cultivates the Dao heart, and the introductory technique of insight is not a secret that is not passed down. Yan Niang did not avoid Lin Mu.

That's how literature is; if you understand it, you understand it; if you don't, you'll never understand it.

But Yan Niang read it three times and explained it twice.

Xiaoxiao couldn't sit still. Her little hands started picking at the desk, and she tore off a small piece of bamboo strip.

Yan Niang gently tapped the back of her hand with a ruler, and Xiao Xiao immediately pulled her hand back, tears welling up in her eyes.

Lin Mu lowered his head and whispered something in Xiaoxiao's ear. Xiaoxiao sniffed, put her hand back on the table, but her eyes were still dazed.

Lin Mu raised his head and looked at Yan Niang.

"Let me try?" Yan Niang glared at him.

Lin Mu took a raw sweet potato out of his pocket and placed it in front of Xiaoxiao.

"Xiaoxiao, is this sweet potato delicious?" Xiaoxiao shook her head.

"It doesn't taste good. It's raw."

Why do you think it doesn't taste good?

Xiaoxiao tilted her head and thought for a while.

"Because the skin wasn't browned, the inside wasn't tender, the sweet potato flesh was rock hard, impossible to chew, and had no flavor."

Lin Mu nodded, "Xiaoxiao is great."

"The characteristic of an unripe sweet potato that you know is the key to understanding sweet potatoes."

"When you think this raw sweet potato doesn't taste good, the conclusion you draw is called 'knowing the truth'."

"When you understand the characteristics of things, you can learn a lot of information."

She smiled and winked.

"So—'Investigating things' is like asking what a roasted sweet potato looks like? 'Extending knowledge' is like asking if this sweet potato doesn't taste good?"

Lin Mu raised an eyebrow at Yan Niang, "More or less."

Yan Niang clenched her fists even tighter.

Lin Mu added, "Try it yourself. Find something else on site and observe it. Let me see if Xiaoxiao understands."

"There's a reward if you understand!"

Xiaoxiao looked around, her gaze moving from the table to the bookshelf, then to the books on the bookshelf, then to the birds outside the window, and finally landing on Yanniang.

She stared at Yan Niang for a few breaths, then said confidently, "Yan Niang is in a bad mood today."

Yan Niang paused for a moment while drinking from her teacup.

Lin Mu asked curiously, "Why is Yan Niang in a bad mood?"

Xiaoxiao counted on her fingers and said, "Because the corners of her mouth turn down, and her face isn't rosy. Usually, Yanniang's face is pink when she smiles."

She paused for a moment, then said innocently, "When Father was home, he would play a stacking game with Yan Niang."

"Although Yan Niang seems to be in pain when playing games, she will be in a great mood the next day after playing Stacking."

"I won't hit Xiaoxiao's hands either," Xiaoxiao said, touching her little hands as if trying to smooth out the marks left by the ruler.

The study fell silent instantly.