Chapter 50: Be Good 1 (2/2)
Li Zong left.
He Zheng sat on the bed, holding the book that Li Zong had just given him. Strangely enough, He Zheng didn't lost his temper. Instead, he obediently opened the notebook and started reading it, though in a somewhat undignified position.
Childe He casually sat cross-legged on Li Zong's bed and the neat sheet instantly corrugated.
What he was holding in his hands was the most common notebook used for taking the minutes, which consisted of a PU cover and sheets of A4. He Zheng first browsed through it. The contents were someone's handwriting. There were not many words, but all of them were neat and orderly.
In the eyes of He Zheng, whose handwriting was rather poor, Li Zong's handwriting was like that of a calligrapher. 'Who said that an extraordinary playboy like me needs to be good at handwriting? Li Zong doesn't count. He's a freak.'
On the first page was a tale of a supernatural event happened in the Eastern Han Dynasty (25-220 AD), which seemed to be an extract from the Stories of Immortals(an ancient Chinese fiction) translated into modern Chinese.
It was about an exorcist whose aptitude for exorcism was sealed by magic. Just like He Zheng, the exorcist failed to start cultivation at the best age for it. Later on, one of his magic tools backfired on him, leaving him unable to make the progress that his hard work should bring. In the end, the exorcist seemed to have figured out another way to fix this problem and eventually became a prominent exorcist.
As regards exactly what kind of method he had adopted to make it out of the plight, the answer was not mentioned in the tale. Li Zong had marked this part in red ink and also drawn a question mark below it.
This tale on the first page was followed by different contents, which, surprisingly, were about the Welkin Upender of He family.
Dating back to the ancient times, the Welkin Upender was one of the eight most powerful magic tools of ancient origin. Nobody knew what kind of good fortune the forebears of He family had chanced to have, but somehow they had gained the ability to seal powerful magic tools with their vital energy.
It was after reading Li Zong's notes that he came to know that the Welkin Upender had been passed down from generation to generation, that this unique skill could be mastered by only one member of He family every generation, which nobody of He family had ever told him before.
He Zheng couldn't help but think of the pattern of the Welkin Upender on his chest. He had the pattern, which meant that he was the rightful heir of the Welkin Upender, but ironically, during all these years, he had not been taught any spells whatsoever, and neither had He Changchun ever shown any signs of the intention to hand the Welkin Upender over to him.
It suddenly struck He Zheng why Li Zong had asked him to read this notebook. In fact, the reason why He Zheng had requested He Changchun to give him the elementary-level mental cultivation method was because he wanted to master the unique technique of wielding the Welkin Upender. Though unaware of the details of its power, he did know that once he mastered this unique technique, he would be an exorcist matched by very few. Li Zong had given him this notebook to have him know that, given his current physical condition and the objective circumstances, learning how to wield the Welkin Upender was not his best choice.
He Zheng tossed the notebook aside, crossed his fingers behind his head and lay down on them. The sheet on Li Zong's bed seemed to be giving off faint smell of Li Zong. Even He Zheng himself had never expected that he would suddenly start a relationship with the person he had hated the most. Subtle solicitude shown in an unobtrusive way was usually the most touching. He Zheng secretly admitted to himself that he had grown to like this man.
Due to the special magic barrier that the whole SMB was shrouded in, there was no alternation of seasons in this place. Comfortable, pleasant weather always tends to make people sleepy. A genial breeze blew into the room from somewhere and with that, the eyelids of He Zheng, who was doing some aimless thinking, came heavier and heavier. Unconsciously, he drifted off to sleep...