"Li Xuanbing, what tea are you drinking?"
Zhao Xingqiu saw Zhang Lingshan sitting wordlessly in the chair beside the writing desk, putting on airs as he read the scriptures, and immediately asked.
But.
Zhang Lingshan had long since become absorbed and had not heard what she said at all.
"What an act."
Zhao Xingqiu could not help curling her lip and said, "These scriptures are ancient classics. Immortal Monarchs, even Immortal Kings, might not be able to understand them, yet he's pretending like he can."
Bai Wanxi said, "Stop making trouble. I think he looks very serious when he reads. Maybe he really has gained some insight."
"Haha."
Zhao Xingqiu laughed without the slightest courtesy. "Don't make me laugh. If he can understand them, I'll eat this table."
Bai Wanxi said, "What does it matter to you whether Young Master Li understands them or not? If you want to eat the table, just say so."
The two chatted cheerfully. In any case, they had nothing else to do, and it was not easy to steal a little free time. They did need to properly vent the frustration in their hearts, drink tea, chat, and eat pastries to soothe the weariness of their souls.
Subtle words carrying great meaning—truly subtle words carrying great meaning. One short sentence reveals profound rules of the Dao. But it is indeed obscure and hard to understand. After all this time, I've only understood one sentence. And it can't be called true understanding, only a partial grasp. If I truly understood it, I'm afraid my comprehension of the rules between heaven and earth would deepen by another level.
Zhang Lingshan praised inwardly.
It was impossible to understand this scripture in such a short time.
Right now, he still had more important things to do. He could