What Is... Pure Love?

"Why is Elder Sister Jiang Xin sweating so much? Is it too hot?"

Looking at Jiang Lin, the girl blinked her eyes and asked, her gaze as bright as the stars in the sky.

"Well... it does seem a bit hot... but it's alright..."

Jiang Lin straightened his expression and said seriously.

"And please rest assured, Miss, even if that Flower-Picking Thief Jiang Lin comes, I will protect you! I won't let him get near you! He won't even dare to touch a hair on your head!"

Jiang Lin continued righteously, "Otherwise, I'll break his third leg!"

"A third leg?" The girl frowned slightly, pondering seriously. "Is that Jiang Lin, the Flower-Picking Thief, a demon? But what kind of demon only has three legs...?"

"... Miss didn't say that when I was a servant..."

real...

This girl is like a blank sheet of paper.

I feel an overwhelming sense of guilt if I were to defile her.

"Miss, let's read the poetry instead. I'm really looking forward to it."

"Okay, sure."

Mo Li glanced at Elder Sister Jiang Xin beside her, and with just a subtle movement, the Spiritual Power of the necklace on her fair and slender neck began to flow quietly.

The first envelope contained a work by a Shi Family Cultivator:

"Originally a wanderer with a solitary lamp, I lingered here in the dust of the world because of wine. The green grass grows year after year, but when will it first turn green for you?"

After reading it... Jiang Lin scratched his head, a nauseating feeling spreading through him.

This is unbelievable, it's practically a blatant confession...

What does Elder Sister Jiang Xin think?

Turning her head, Mo Li asked Jiang Lin, not blushing, but with a hint of embarrassment in her eyes.

But thinking about it, it makes sense.

The poem is good, but even a stranger tells you "I was born for you."

Something just doesn't feel right no matter how you look at it.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Lin gave a brief critique. However, as a layman, he felt that although the writing was a bit cheesy, it was indeed quite good. At least, he, a rough and uncultured man, certainly couldn't have written a poem like it.

"Well... the writing is good, the language is beautiful, but it feels a bit frivolous, not pure enough..."

What is... pure love?

"Pure love is... simply liking someone... only love, nothing else."

"Is that so..." Mo Li lowered his eyes slightly, without saying anything more.

Jiang Lin scratched his head, feeling like he might have said something he shouldn't have.

Indeed, for this girl, who would be purely attracted to him, and not just after his status as the "Empty Spirit Sect Son-in-Law"?

"Miss, let's listen to the next song..."

[Until longing proves futile, my melancholy remains, a youthful folly. Those few words spoken of love and children in the past, who will I now turn to for help across the vast wilderness?]

This poem is in seven-character lines, and it is indeed quite catchy and easy to read aloud. It's actually quite nice, although it's a bit cheesy, but it's also quite tactful.

Hmm... that's the only evaluation Jiang Lin, this roughneck, could come up with.

The girl didn't ask Jiang Lin what he thought of the poem.

The girl simply smiled slightly, said nothing, and gently folded the envelope with the poem written on it, placing it back inside—a gesture of respect.

Further on, an extremely bizarre poem appeared.

It is titled "Ode to the Lotus"!

Oh, lotus! You are so beautiful!

Oh, lotus! You are so beautiful!

Lotus flowers in summer, lotus flowers in winter!

Oh~~~~ lotus flowers...]

Without a doubt, this poem was written by Wu Ke!

When Jiang Lin saw the next poem, he was even more dumbfounded, his eyebrows twitching slightly.

The emptiness of fate is love, and the deep affection in orthopedics is true love.

Love transcends time and space; even with a broken leg, they will not abandon each other.

This is infuriating!

It was definitely written by that siscon who Fang Chaoqun!

Is this even poetry?

this...

I must say, the poem "Fang Chaoqun" is actually quite well-written...

Looking at this poem, which wasn't quite a poem, Mo Li pondered carefully, "Elder Sister Jiang Xin, what allusion does this poem use? What is 'the emptiness of fate'? What does 'orthopedics' mean? And why is it related to 'broken leg'?"

"Well..." Jiang Lin organized his thoughts, "Actually, it uses the allusion of a silver-haired couple, but that's not important. Next song, next song..."

Jiang Lin quickly brushed it off; otherwise, how could he explain it? Would he have to start with German orthopedics?

In about two incense sticks' worth of time (forty minutes), Jiang Lin and the girl finished reading all the poems.

Indeed, these Shi Family Cultivator wrote quite well, and some of their poems even described the girl's beauty and expressed their feelings of pursuing her.

Honestly, if a middle school girl majoring in literature received a love letter like this, regardless of what the sender looks like, her affection level would immediately jump several notches.

However, this girl, who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, didn't seem to be particularly engrossed in these poems at all; in fact, she seemed to be taking them seriously as if she didn't want to waste the other person's time.

However, the girl read it very carefully, and even added annotations, subtly indicating her refusal as well...

Besides the poems, there are also musical pieces recorded by the Recording Crystal, including those played on the zither, the flute, and the xiao.

Truly, as expected of Le Family Cultivator, even a novice like Jiang Lin was quite captivated by their performance.

As for chess, it refers to the recorded chess scores, where both sides compete and display their skills.

The paintings were impromptu works by the Painter Cultivator, and most of them painted the Miss Mo Li in their hearts.

To put it bluntly... it's basically just wild imagination...

Don't say...

Although none of their drawings look like the real thing, they are all quite good.

As expected, otaku have an exceptional ability to fill in the blanks.

After a full hour, the girl finished evaluating all the works, gave brief replies to each one, and politely declined.

Looking at the girl's delicate handwriting, the exquisite small regular script was pleasing to the eye. Although Jiang Lin was an amateur, he could tell that it was much better than that of those Legalist School and cultivators.

"Is there anything you're satisfied with?"

Watching the flying Flying Sword disappear into the distance, Jiang Lin asked.

The girl smiled and shook her head, saying nothing more.

Jiang Lin didn't press the matter further, after all, it was their business, and he was going to make his escape tonight.

However, looking into the girl's eyes, there seemed to be a hint of disappointment, whether it was because she didn't have a favorite person or a favorite poem.

Perhaps the latter is more common...

Seeing that every painting in the girl's room had a line of poetry inscribed on it, Jiang Lin thought that perhaps it was the latter; she genuinely loved poetry.

"Actually, I happened to obtain one from a Shi Family Cultivator. If you don't mind, Miss..."

"Really? Sister, please write..."

Before Jiang Lin could finish speaking, the girl said, her eyes sparkling as if they could speak.

Unable to refuse, Jiang Lin took the paper and ink from the girl and slowly wrote. With each word he wrote, the girl parted her lips slightly and softly read it aloud...

After reading it, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably...

[The poems in this chapter were all provided by a friend on Xianyu (a Chinese online marketplace), one poem for every pack of Weilong cigarettes... emmm... thinking about it, isn't that a bit too expensive?]