kvmb Chapter 21: Direction and Method
Chapter 21: Direction and Method
Wenwen entered the space, her goal clear, and ran straight towards the courtyard.
From a distance, the courtyard at the foot of the mountain still appears quiet and peaceful.
She always felt that a highly accomplished monk lived in the house.
Wenwen walked up the steps, stood in front of the door, and calmed herself down.
With a strong push of both hands, "creak~ creak~"
Oh my, the door's open!
She tried harder, but the door wouldn't budge.
Well, all that effort for a day has resulted in this much space.
The gap in the door is about the width of two palms.
Wenwen glanced down at her thin frame and was thankful that she had lost some weight these past few days from hunger.
She wouldn't dare try anything more than a meal with lots of meat and fish.
Wenwen, emboldened, turned to the side and stuck one of her short legs in.
The little leg swept around the door crack to make sure there was nothing obstructing it.
She took a deep breath and tried to stick her head in.
Haha, she's a flat-headed person; her round head is propped up by her long, curly hair to fool people.
His head passed by easily.
Continue taking deep breaths and contracting your abdomen. One, two, three, squeeze.
Hmph, haha, hey, tuck in your stomach, tuck in your stomach again, push harder, success!
"Ouch, I used too much force! Ouch, my elbow, my elbow..."
She pushed too hard, causing her to roll onto the prayer mat in the middle of the room.
Wenwen then knelt down on the prayer mat and kowtowed, performing a grand ceremony.
He muttered to himself, "Please don't be offended, homeowner. I was just curious and had no other intentions."
After she finished performing the grand ceremony.
He calmly got up and looked around.
The outer room was small. In the middle of the room, there was a futon on the floor, and in front of the futon was a square table with several books on it.
There are only so many things visible in the outer room.
There was a side door next to the desk.
Wenwen asked herself: Can this door be opened?
She has now developed a conditioned reflex.
Whenever there's a door, he'll mutter to himself three times, "Can I open this door?"
Wenwen cautiously approached the side door and nervously pushed it open.
really.
The door remained completely still.
Well, the revolution is not yet complete, comrades must continue to strive!
Wenwen circled the futon twice.
Since it's not easy to get in here, and we've gone through so much trouble to squeeze in, we can't let this trip be in vain.
She walked to the table and picked up the first book.
This book is very thick, about three inches thick, one foot long, and half a foot wide.
The cover has four characters.
Wenwen opened it and found it to be a collection of pictures and text.
The plants in the picture are drawn with great realism, with descriptions of roots, leaf diameters, stamens, and fruits, and many, many annotations beside them.
As she flipped through the pages, Wenwen felt she had learned a great deal just by looking at the pictures.
As Wenwen flipped through the pages, she suddenly stopped.
She pointed to the fruit on the page and answered her own question.
It seems like I've seen it before, like I've met it before, but where have I seen it before?
Where?
Her brows were furrowed, and her eyes were glancing to the upper right.
He pinched his chin with his right thumb and forefinger.
He was muttering to himself.
Clearly, they are making an effort to search...
"Ah, I remember now, the Spirit Fruit. Yes. That's it."
Wenwen slapped her forehead, only to find it empty. "Smack!"
At this moment, Wenwen's mind was working incredibly fast.
She began to think divergently.
This small courtyard appeared along with the mountains.
Could it be that this photo album is about plants found on mountains?
It has to be said, she guessed right.
The photo collection includes mountain plants, but is not limited to these three mountains.
Wenwen carefully read the introduction about the Mingling Fruit, and through a combination of guesswork and deduction, she managed to understand about a third of it.
Suddenly, she knew clearly the direction and method for learning characters.
There are several urgent tasks at hand.
First, we found medicinal herbs to treat the illnesses of my father and second uncle.
Secondly, it aims to prevent diseases encountered during the exile journey.
Third, the whole family needs to improve their individual combat and self-defense capabilities, which is a bit difficult.
That's all she can think of for now; she'll add more depending on the situation.
Wenwen always does what she thinks of.
She carefully put down the photo album in her hand.
He reached out to pick up the next book.
Wenwen: …
Oh dear, wow!
His eyes widened in disbelief.
Is this book really that heavy? I can't even lift it.
Alarm bells were ringing in her head.
Is this book readable?
To verify this idea.
Wenwen was quick-witted and nimble-fingered, immediately turning the pages with her right hand.
really.
These restrictions are really strict; they won't even let you open the book.
She silently wondered if God was forcing her to run harder.
Wenwen looked down and examined the books on the table.
The top book has four large gold-embossed characters on its cover.
As for what book is next, I have no idea.
She sighed deeply and picked up the only photo album she could open.
Turn around and walk towards the door.
I had only taken a few steps, about a meter away from the prayer mat.
Wenwen sensed a force preventing her from moving forward.
Today, she is extremely intelligent and quick-witted.
She glanced at the book in her arms, bent down and gently placed it on the ground, then stood up and strode towards the door, finding no obstruction.
Speechless.
She silently walked back, picked up the book, took a step forward, and sure enough, her steps were heavy and she could not move forward.
"Phew, hehe...hehe..." Wenwen was so angry that she laughed.
I circled the prayer cushion twice, silently gathering my qi.
It seems that this precious book cannot be left far from the room; it can only be read within a meter of the meditation cushion.
They were completely outmaneuvered.
Wenwen plopped down.
Thinking of getting an ice pop to cool down.
The thought had barely formed in his mind when he picked up a Chocola in his hand.
I ate something that was completely refreshing.
Once I calmed down, an idea came to me.
She summoned the tablet.
Excited, I unlocked the door.
The screen went black instantly, with no response whatsoever.
Wenwen really didn't believe in superstition.
She moved to the crack in the door, held the tablet up with both hands, and operated it from outside. Everything was normal; all programs could be opened, and she could even watch TV series.
The screen went black as soon as I brought it inside.
Wenwen collapsed to the ground, staring at the ceiling and talking to herself.
"I'm speechless. All forms of laziness are evil."
"From this moment on, I will turn over a new leaf and face the challenges head-on."
She called out with great devotion, "Paper and pen, come here. Your time has come."
As the words were finished, several sheets of white paper and a pencil were placed in front of Wenwen.
Wenwen pulled the cushion to the table and sat down.
The cushion and table were just the right size for her.
She carefully copied down the entire introduction to the Mingling Fruit.
I also picked a few short articles to copy.
I'll try to get ten articles, then I'm done.
Wenwen stood up to stretch her legs and glanced around.
I spotted those four large, gold-plated characters.
If you can't see the content, you can at least copy the title, right?
With swift, devotion, I copied down these four characters, stroke by stroke.
We have a teacher; we'll consult him later.
Wenwen's feelings at this moment.
I felt comfortable and somewhat satisfied; the trip was definitely worthwhile.
Although there was an obstacle to getting in.
but.
Our goal is to get inside.
It doesn't have to be a grand opening to welcome guests, or a procession carried by eight men in a sedan chair.
Once you're inside and can see the specific things inside, the goal is considered achieved.
Moreover, she exceeded expectations this time.
Wenwen lightly tapped a few books with her finger, muttering to herself, "Just you wait, I'll devour you all sooner or later. Humph!"
She turned around haughtily and walked towards the door.
In front of the door crack, practice makes perfect. Take a deep breath, pull in your stomach, and squeeze and twist.
A perfect exit.
A loud bang resounded.
A dull thud.
The two doors behind Wenwen closed automatically.
She was so frightened that she stumbled and fell to the ground.
The handwritten manuscript was scattered all over the ground.
Wenwen looked back at the closed door, speechless.
She had just squeezed out, her feet not yet firmly planted.
Can you please not be in such a hurry?!
"Pfft, hahaha... hahaha..."
Xianbao, hovering outside the door, made no attempt to hide his laughter, bursting into wild hysteria.
Wenwen wasn't angry or annoyed. She knew her own skills weren't up to par, so it was no wonder people laughed at her.
She rose gracefully, patted her trousers and the hem of her clothes, picked up the manuscript, and walked towards the villa with a slender and elegant figure.