Dao fruit.

Knocking on the courtyard door, not long after, a voice came from inside——

"Who is it? In the middle of the night, it disturbed Xiangguo's residence."

As soon as Qiu Yan heard the voice, he recognized that the speaker was Feng Yue from the Nursing Academy.

There are two nursing homes in Ma's courtyard, Feng Yue and Lu He.

Both of these two are masters of life cultivation, and they have certain influence in Qingchang County, but since they became Ma Yang's nursing home, they have always kept their own place, even after Ma Yang left, they still guarded the yard and books .

"It's me, Qiu Yan."

Qiu Yan replied, the courtyard door opened quickly, and Lu He and Feng Yue walked out.

Seeing Qiu Yan's appearance clearly, Lu He said: "Young Master Qiu, you are finally back. The master entrusted you with the study at the beginning and asked you to study here for three months. Seeing that the deadline is approaching, if you don't come back, Dong Anyone who comes here will vacate the study room."

Qiu Yan asked, "Oh? Has the Mister sent someone over to clean it up?"

Feng Yue took over the conversation and said: "People are here, but they haven't started cleaning up yet, but it's only been two days."

"Enough," Qiu Yan nodded, "I'm going to spend the night in the study tonight, so please make it easier for you two."

Lu He shook his head and said, "It's nothing inconvenient or inconvenient. The master made it very clear when he left. The two of us guarded the study room to let you read books at ease, Mr. Qiu."

After speaking, he led Qiu Yan into the yard.

Qiu Yan followed behind, his perception extended, and he caught the faint beating blood and yang energy of Lu He and Feng Yue. Now that he has condensed the soul of heaven and refined the fourth soul, his sensitivity to qi and blood has become more acute. When you are human, you are still looking at flowers in a fog, but now you have touched the realm of cultivation all at once.

"Of these two people, one has refined one soul. The other has refined two souls. He is even more tyrannical than Yan Yongjie. In the martial arts world, he is enough to rule the roost. But they live in a place like Qingchang County. It is said that they moved here from the south of the Yangtze River, and there is a vague meaning of avoiding it, so it seems that the hinterland of Darui is not simple."

After thinking about it, Qiu Yan came to the study.

Two months have passed.The study room was still spotless. I don't know if it was because someone cleaned it frequently, or the few manuscripts left by Ma Yang dispersed the dust.

Taking a deep breath, Qiu Yan came to the table, sat on the chair, and let go of his perception.Envelop the entire study room, together with half of the yard.Then, he looked around.

The furnishings in the room have not changed much from when he left.

"It seems that Lu He and Feng Yue really guarded them wholeheartedly."

With a sigh, Qiu Yan took out a book, opened it and held it in his hand, and then a living soul jumped out of his head.The four Earth Soul bookshelves spun, and soon, the Shibu bookshelves flew out of them and hovered above.

shock!

The bookshelf of the Ministry of History suddenly vibrated, releasing bursts of fluctuations, revealing a sense of historical vicissitudes, and radiating around.

For a moment, the light and shadow in the study changed, and the change of dynasties appeared like a flying horse.

"At the entrance of the ruins that day, I absorbed the breath of history. It was included in the bookshelves of the Ministry of History, but most of them were arranged in a messy, macroscopic, and disorderly manner, like a turbulent flow in the long river of history. Although the soul of the earth was enriched, it has been unable to be used effectively. If we can pull out the many historian classics and historical annotations in this study, and condense them into volumes in the soul, then we can truly precipitate historiography!"

The books in the study are all related to historians. Ma Yang wants to recompile and sort out the history books. It is impossible to create them out of thin air. He also needs to refer to ancient books and historical materials. Moreover, there are many annotations on these historical materials, some of which are written by Ma Yang himself. Next, some are passed down from the ancients.

In ancient society, the significance of books is extraordinary, it is the carrier of inheriting wisdom, and it is enough to be a family heirloom.

Families who inherit poems and books often have a long history of books, which have been passed down from generation to generation. More than one person has made annotations for thousands of years, but annotations are a valuable asset that can help future generations understand the deep meaning of the book.

Right now, the historical materials and annotations in the study room are drawn by Qiu Yan's earth soul, giving off a Daoist aura. The meanings and records in the book are turned into spiritual symbols, and are drawn into the bookshelf of the Ministry of History.

The bookshelf twists and expands.

On the shelves layer by layer, there were volumes filled with volumes, but each of them swelled and thickened, exuding the vicissitudes of life and death!

In this aura, there is also a humanistic aura, pointing the country, and passionately writing!

………………

at the same time.

The Zhang Family Courtyard in Qingchang City.

Zhang Zhen had already laid down. He waited until Qiu Yan today and got an answer, so he could leave tomorrow. Thinking that the chaos at home was expected to subside, the big rock hanging in his heart finally fell to the ground.

Moreover, in Qiu Yan's study room, after drinking that cup of tea, his vigor and energy recovered slightly, his walking was stronger than the previous few days, he washed up a bit, and fell asleep when he lay down, snoring.

buzzing...

Tiny sleepy bugs fluttered above.

But soon, Zhang Zhen, who was sleeping soundly, frowned, showing pain on his face.

During deep sleep, human consciousness gradually dissociates and is most easily infiltrated by foreign objects. Now Zhang Zhen's thoughts are flying and forming a dream, but there are shadows emerging from the dream.

suddenly!

Strange fluctuations emanated from Zhang Zhen's stomach and intestines, and the fluctuations spread out, gradually twisted into one strand, and condensed into a scripture——

"Wealth and honor are what people want, and if you don't get them according to the way, you won't get them."

Confucianism does not persuade people to stop their desires and become a saint who does not eat fireworks. These are misinterpreted by later generations, such as this passage, just name wealth and money, which is what people desire, but it should not be obtained by evil means!

When this scripture was condensed, it penetrated into the soul, penetrated into the depths, and entered Zhang Zhenzhi's dream.

Zhang Zhen's dream was dark, and he could see the outline of a huge courtyard. In the center of the courtyard, there was a huge copper coin with a square hole standing in the main hall, releasing a strange aura and eroding the dream.

The edge of the dream gradually shattered, turned into flames, flew over, and was absorbed by the square hole copper coin.

Capture Luhuo!

At this moment, a gap suddenly opened in the gray sky of the dreamland, and then a scripture flew out with the sound of books.

Then, the scriptures fell and rushed straight into the main hall.Hit the huge copper coin with a square hole.

Immediately, sparks surged, the sound of books burst out, and the square hole copper coin screamed, trembling as if encountering a natural enemy.It showed emotions of fear, surprise, and panic, and it shattered with a "click"!

Crackling!

The scattered fragments of copper coins turned into dots of light, like sparks, falling everywhere in the dream.

next moment.The gray sky and surroundings became clear, and the outline of the mansion became solid again.

Outside, the sleeping Zhang Zhen frowned.

………………

"Ok?"

Yuanning Mansion, City God's Yin Division.

In the empty hall, there was a sudden sound of "huh".

Then, the light and shadow are distorted.Two erratic figures emerged.

The two thoughts volleyed to talk.

"What's wrong?" This is a misty thought.

"The Zhang family child seems to have found a helper, fighting with me in my dream. I didn't check for a while, but he broke the Yin Talisman." A slightly muddy thought responded.

"Oh? Then be careful, but in the past few days, many self-proclaimed monks have come to the city, and this one is not bad." Piao Miao thought again.

"That's right. In another seven days, everything will be accomplished. You and I should leave. After a long delay, the city god of Jiannan Road sent gods to deal with it. There are too many variables." There was a trace of scruples in the muddy thoughts .

"Seven more days? Is it too long?"

The muddy thoughts said helplessly: "There is no way. If the strange treasure is not covered by the three filthy auras, it will not be able to hide it at all. Sooner or later, someone will come to the door. It is also your bad luck. If it weren't for those few words, It has been done a long time ago! Huh? Speaking of which, those words were first passed on from the Zhang Mansion, and the helper this kid is looking for now, could it be the one who started it..."

That misty thought said: "Since this is the case, we can't let it go. I guess the Zhang family's son will return in the near future, and then we can't give him a chance to breathe..."

During the exchange of ideas, the atmosphere in the entire hall became more and more strange.

On the edge of the main hall, there stood several frozen figures, each of them glowing with divine power.

These figures are the many gods of Yuanning Mansion, but at this moment, they are motionless, as if frozen.

Not only the gods, but even the wishes of the people all over the hall were also frozen in the air, neither circulating nor gathering and dispersing.

suddenly!

Boom!

The whole hall shook.

"what happened?"

Both ideas were surprised.

Then, a shining golden figure broke through the roof of the hall and rushed in.

"Hey! The monster looks at the whip!"

………………

The night passed.

After the cock crowed three times, Qiu Yan came out of the study, his breath becoming more serious.

"This is Brother Qiu Shenzhi, right? When I got off my horse, I often heard my uncle mentioning you."

Not long after, a young scholar with a kind face greeted him.

This person is the grandson of Ma Yang, who is about the same age as Qiu Yan. He came here this time to tidy up the former residence and bring back the books.

The two chatted for a few words, and Qiu Yan understood Ma Yang's current situation before he left.

"In the past two years, the new party has gained power and implemented reforms. Even Jiannan Road has been affected, but Ma Laoxiangguo does not agree with this. Now that he has returned to the court and is in power, he is afraid that life will be difficult..."

After thinking about it, Qiu Yan shook his head.

"These things are too far away from me, and it's useless to think about them."

Afterwards, Qiu Yan went to Liu's house. If he wanted to go to Yuanning, of course he had to make an agreement with Liu Huai first.

Liu Huai was reasonable, so he didn't say much, but stayed with Qiu Yan for breakfast, half an hour later, Qiu Yan tidied up, boarded Zhang's carriage, and went to Yuanning with Zhang Zhen.

It's just that the car was on the way, but it met the person sent by the Zhang family to report the letter.

"You said father can get out of bed and walk?" Looking at the messenger, Zhang Zhen's face was full of joy.

"Reporting to the Eldest Young Master, the Third Young Master invited the Young Saint from Guanzhong to write a few blessings and posted them in the mansion. After a while, the Master's complexion improved..."

"Third brother..."

After hearing this, Zhang Zhen's complexion changed.

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