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Chapter 6

Chapter 6 Copying the Scriptures

    You said how should I punish you?

    Xia Churan took a deep breath and wrote quickly in the brightly lit side hall.

    In the early morning, a head stuck out from the crack of the door, "Senior Brother Xia." Xia

    Churan's pen stopped, looked up at the door, glanced at the person who came, and then quickly began to write, without raising his head: "What are you doing? Are you here?" The

    visitor smiled, "I heard that you were punished, come and see."

    Xia Churan still didn't look up, "Dare to come to Mingtang, are you not afraid of Lord Jianzun?"

    "Afraid." That person He answered lazily, sat on the ground opposite the desk, and flipped through the pile of manuscript papers, "I'm not worried about you."

    Xia Churan didn't answer, the blank pages for transcription were quickly reduced, and the transcribed paper The pages piled higher and higher, and even the case table could not be placed, and some were piled up on the ground.

    The man fiddled with the brush on the pen stand, leaned the desk on his elbow, leaned in and asked, "Would you like me to help you?"

    "No need." Xia Churan copied a page and put it aside, "It's almost time."

    He glanced at the sky as he spoke, it was almost dawn.

    Seeing him looking out of the window, the man blinked, "Are you going to hand in the manuscript?" While speaking, he took out a few blank pages, and rudely picked up his pen and said, "I will be merciful and help you for a while.

    Xia Churan glanced at him and said, "No need to say it." The other

    party ignored him and wrote on his own.

    Seeing this, he frowned slightly, "I won't use it even if you copy it."

    The man lowered his head and copied it and said, "Don't worry, I will imitate your handwriting without any leakage." When he said that, he looked up at him again and laughed: " You copy yours, in case it's too late to use mine again."

    Xia Churan saw that he couldn't stop it, looked at the other party with a complicated expression, stopped talking, and continued to bury his head in copying.

    Xia Churan didn't finish writing the last stroke seriously until the morning glow sprinkled the sheets of paper stacked on the table. Then, he picked up the paper and took a light breath to dry the ink, and then started to stack the transcribed scriptures in order.

    The person on the opposite side had already fallen asleep with his fist on his temples. Sensing his movement, the person suddenly woke up and said in a daze, "How are you?

    " Got some scattered scriptures.

    The man piled up a smile, "I'll help you." When he said that, he stacked the pages one by one, and while moving, he glanced at Xia Churan quietly.

    When the young man turned his head to pick up the papers piled up on the ground beside the desk, the man quickly took out a few pieces of paper from the scriptures that had been stacked, and replaced the others.

    When Xia Churan turned his head, the man had already piled up a smile, handed him the coded scriptures, and patted his shoulder, "Go."

    Xia Churan glanced at the hand on his shoulder, Looking at the other party's smiling face again, he hummed softly, and then strode out the door.