Chapter 39

"I fly to the other side of the city, I fly so far, so far~"

This time, the anti-crime operation was highly successful. On the way back, Zhong Wen, in an excellent mood, leaned back in the unicorn carriage arranged by Zheng Yueying, gazing at the white clouds floating in the azure sky, humming a song he liked from his previous life, feeling very content.

Leng Wushuang sat quietly beside him, saying nothing, her eyes like autumn water, filled with tenderness as she looked at Zhong Wen, who was sprawled out without any proper posture.

"Whoa~" The carriage suddenly came to an abrupt stop, nearly causing Zhong Wen to roll off his seat. The driver shouted loudly, "Miss ahead, please move out of the way!"

Traffic jam?

Zhong Wen hadn't expected to experience the traffic atmosphere of his previous life's metropolis in this world, and he couldn't help but stretch his head to look curiously.

He saw a snow-white unicorn in front, with a woman in white riding it. From behind, the woman was looking down at something, her long black hair cascading like a waterfall to her waist. If it were in his previous life, Zhong Wen would have thought she was looking down at her phone.

The unicorn under the white-clad woman was tall and handsome, looking very majestic. It seemed to have a mind of its own, knowing that its owner was deeply engrossed and moving very slowly to avoid disturbing her.

This inevitably obstructed the carriage behind, where Zhong Wen was sitting.

This feeling was like a car driver in India suddenly discovering a sacred cow on the road ahead…

"Miss ahead!" The driver, seeing no response, raised his voice.

At this rate, it was uncertain when they would return to Qingfeng Mountain.

However, no matter how the driver called out, the white-clad woman on the unicorn paid no attention, completely immersed in her own world.

"Ah!" Zhong Wen sighed and decided to take matters into his own hands.

Whether he was in a hurry to get going or just wanted to see the woman's face, it was unknown.

He shook his hair, activated the "Cloudy Immortal Step," and rather flamboyantly approached the white-clad woman, looking up at her with great anticipation.

The woman on the horse was about in her early twenties, with smooth and lustrous skin, eyes like almonds, lips naturally red, and eyes naturally green. Her face was completely unadorned, yet her stunning beauty was undeniable. She wore a loose white robe, making it hard to discern her figure.

The woman sat on a tall white horse, holding a book in her delicate hands, reading it intently and muttering to herself. She exuded a refined and scholarly air, which, combined with her beauty, made her seem even more ethereal. It was clear she was a well-read and talented woman.

Phew! At least she's not a back-view killer.

While lost in thought, Zhong Wen spoke up, "Miss! Your horse is moving too slowly. Could you please move out of the way?"

"Hmm." The white-clad woman responded absentmindedly, without lifting her head.

"Miss?" Seeing no response, Zhong Wen couldn't help but start flirting, "White-clad sister? Beautiful sister? Fairy sister?"

"Hmm." The white-clad woman still responded casually, completely absorbed in her book, showing no intention of acknowledging Zhong Wen.

What book is so captivating that she can't stop reading?

Zhong Wen couldn't help but look at the book in the white-clad woman's hands. To his surprise, the cover was written in Chinese characters:

"Chronicles of the Central Divine Land"

It was an ancient book!

Seeing someone reading a Chinese book, Zhong Wen felt a sense of familiarity. Since coming to this world, he had been in a semi-illiterate state, and it was unrealistic to say he didn't feel a bit of cultural loneliness. Now, seeing someone reading a book in the language of his previous life, he was excited and wanted to make a connection.

Knowing the white-clad woman was still immersed in her world, Zhong Wen lightly leaped, landing gracefully on the back of the horse behind her.

Seeing that the white-clad woman and her horse were still unmoved, Zhong Wen, taking advantage of his height, looked at the page in front of her. It read, "Two hundred miles to the north, there is a mountain called Shaoyang. It has no grass or trees, mostly green and blue. There is a bird that looks like an eagle, with a cry like a baby, and it likes to eat snakes…" The book lived up to its name, describing the geography and scenery of a place in the Central Divine Land during ancient times.

He heard the white-clad woman muttering, repeatedly reading the sentence he had seen. However, when she read the characters for "eagle," "baby," and "snake," she always skipped them, clearly not recognizing these characters and trying to figure out their meanings.

"Two hundred miles to the north… likes to eat snakes…" Zhong Wen cleared his throat and read the sentence aloud.

The white-clad woman's body trembled, and she exclaimed, "Ah, I see, that makes sense now."

Then, as if waking from a dream, she looked around, "Where am I? How did I get here? Where's Grandpa?"

Zhong Wen: "…"

The fairy-like sister, with her snow-white clothes and refined demeanor, suddenly seemed a bit dazed in Zhong Wen's eyes.

At this moment, the white-clad woman noticed Zhong Wen behind her and turned back, puzzled, "You…? Was that sentence you read?"

"Miss, I am Zhong Wen, the employer of the carriage behind. Just now, I saw you studying ancient divine script, and I couldn't help but share some of my thoughts. Please don't be offended," Zhong Wen jumped off the horse and bowed, saying.

"Oh? Brother Zhong, you can also appreciate the wonders of ancient divine script?" The white-clad woman's eyes sparkled, "You understood that sentence very well, showing that you have indeed put in a lot of effort in this field."

With his doubts resolved and hearing Zhong Wen say he was "interested" in ancient divine script, the white-clad woman found him much more likable and began to address him as "brother," which would have shocked her grandfather if he had seen it.

"Brother Zhong, you flatter me. It's just a hobby, and I only know a little. May I ask your name?" Zhong Wen humbly replied.

"Ning Jie." The white-clad woman answered casually, then steered the conversation back to ancient script, "Brother Zhong, how do you interpret this passage?"

She then pulled out another book from a pink bag by the saddle. Zhong Wen glanced at the cover, which read "Sword Technique Notes of the Boundless Daoist."

Opening the notebook, Ning Jie licked her delicate finger and flipped to a certain page, pointing to a section and asking.

Zhong Wen focused and saw the text: "Chop, stab, point, collapse, strike, lift, pick, cut, intercept, support, press, hang, shave, sweep, pull, pierce, press, cloud, wipe, block, sweep, carry, draw, intercept, hold, push, rub, twist." These were the sword techniques summarized by the ancient sword master, the Boundless Daoist. Even for someone familiar with Chinese characters, it wasn't easy to read, but since it was a beautiful woman asking, he naturally perked up, "This is likely the practice notes of a sword master from ancient times. May I take a look, Miss?"

Ning Jie, without suspicion, handed the notebook to Zhong Wen.

The moment he touched the notebook, Zhong Wen closed his eyes.

"Discovered 'Miscellaneous Studies' book 'Sword Technique Notes of the Boundless Daoist.' Do you want to record it? Yes/No."

The notebook was just personal notes and didn't qualify as a "spiritual technique," so it was categorized under "Miscellaneous Studies." Zhong Wen recorded it in his mind, quickly read through it, and instantly understood its contents.

"This Boundless Daoist is truly a sword genius, summarizing these twenty-eight sword techniques, which are profound and unfathomable. I am shallow in my studies and can only recognize twenty of them, for which I am ashamed," Zhong Wen pretended to flip through the book, deliberately pretending not to recognize a few characters to avoid arousing suspicion.

"What! You can recognize twenty?" Ning Jie was surprised. She prided herself on her research in ancient divine script, but among these twenty-eight characters, she could only勉强 recognize seven, "Which twenty are they?"

"The first character is 'chop'…" Seeing Ning Jie's surprised expression, Zhong Wen felt a bit smug and continued, "…the seventh character is 'pick'…"

Ning Jie was initially skeptical but gradually became engrossed in Zhong Wen's explanations, nodding in agreement, feeling that his words were insightful and logical, and that they resolved some of the difficult questions she had encountered while studying alone. She felt enlightened and greatly benefited.

"The rest, I am still a beginner and can't recognize them all. Please forgive me, Miss," Zhong Wen pretended to be humble.

Ning Jie looked at the young man, who seemed younger than her, and sighed after a while, "I, Ning Jie, have always prided myself on being the best in divine script studies among my peers, but today I realize there are always better people out there. Brother Zhong, you are the most talented divine script scholar I have ever met."

"Miss, you flatter me. It's just a coincidence that I recognize these characters. If it were a different book, I might not be able to recognize them," Zhong Wen politely replied, "I didn't mean to disturb your studies, but I have some urgent matters at home and need to ask for your kindness to let the carriage pass. Please forgive me."

Ning Jie, hearing this, turned back and realized her horse was moving very slowly, blocking the path of the unicorn carriage. Her face turned red, and she apologized repeatedly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll have Baiye move out of the way."

"Thank you, Miss!" Zhong Wen bowed and returned to the carriage.

Watching the unicorn carriage pass by, Ning Jie felt a bit reluctant, thinking it was a rare encounter with such a profound divine script scholar like Zhong Wen, and it would be a pity to part ways. However, she couldn't think of a reason to keep him.

Suddenly, Zhong Wen, who had already moved ahead, turned back and asked, "Sister Ning, where are you headed?"

"I'm going to sea." Ning Jie remembered her plans, "I came with my grandfather, and we were both studying divine script on the horse, but somehow we got separated."

Zhong Wen: "…"

What a pair of dazed grandfather and granddaughter, just like Shen Dachui's family.

Ning Jie looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings, feeling a bit panicked, and couldn't help but ask, "Brother Zhong, where are we, and how do I get to Qinghai Province?"

"I don't know how to get to Qinghai Province, but since you're separated from your family, why don't you come back to Qingfeng Mountain with me, and we can send a messenger to inform your grandfather to come and find you?" Zhong Wen suggested kindly.

"That sounds good. I'll trouble Brother Zhong then." Ning Jie thought for a moment and agreed.

"Let's go." Zhong Wen called out.

"Brother Zhong, since we're going the same way, I have some more questions about divine script to discuss with you." Ning Jie caught up, pulling out another ancient book, "Tianyuan Sword Discussion."

Zhong Wen: "…"