Dao fruit.

It was a dilapidated house with a musty smell in the air.

The layout of the house is very simple——

A desk with simplified notation, a chair, surrounded by bookshelves.

The bookshelf looked quite rough, and there were books one by one on the shelf.

"Someone has been in this room before, but the furnishings haven't changed at all."

Although the room was pitch black, Qiu Yan's life cultivation was considered to be somewhat successful, his flesh and blood were taut, his dark energy was born inside, his six senses were much more sensitive than before, following the moonlight outside the door, when he entered the room, he found a few things on the ground footprints.

There is a layer of dust in the room, whether it is on the table, the bookshelf, or the ground, but there are a few obvious footprints in the dust on the ground.

"Looking at the footprints, they should have been printed in the last few days. Perhaps they heard the news from the village in the south and thought that the Qiu family was dead, so they came in. This person walked around the house and then went out. It's no wonder , the house is empty, even if a mouse comes in, it has to go out with tears in its eyes, where is there anything for people to steal?"

Thinking in his heart, Qiu Yan glanced over the bookshelves in the room again, and sighed.

"Fortunately, this person didn't wreak havoc, and he didn't have the idea of ​​moving the book. Otherwise, it would take a lot of effort to get it back, wasting time in vain."

This courtyard was the home of Qiu Yan's predecessor and his father, and in this room, except for a few books bought in the study, the rest were copied down by the father and son.

The Qiu family is poor, and it is difficult to buy even ordinary books. The Qiu family father and son borrowed books and copied them for their studies. Over time, they have accumulated a few bookshelves.

However, buying paper and ink is also an expense. For this matter, after his mother passed away, Qiu Zonglin, the father of Qiu Yan, mortgaged a few acres of land in his family, but it was taken away later. Yue Neng went to the government to receive meager money and food, and the Qiu family and his son would have starved to death long ago.

Even so, it is inevitable to be reduced to a laughing stock, and it has become a counter-example for neighbors in educating their children.

A while ago, Qiu Yandao failed the test and was taken to the southern village by his father. He wanted him to stay away from the hustle and bustle, so he could study with peace of mind and took a lot of books there.

"This study is the spiritual sustenance of the Qiu family, and there is no room for loss! Even if I have gradually merged with this body, I still can't change this. If I succeed in the imperial examinations in the future, and I want to pass on poems and books to my family, the books in this room are of great significance. It’s very different from the outside, if a historian writes Qiu Yan’s biography in the future, this room will be a big deal.”

Qiu Yan occupied this body, and he had to complete the three major karmas, among which the karma of ambition was reflected in the imperial examination, even if he couldn't be a general to pay homage to the minister, he must at least have a job title, otherwise the karma would be difficult to complete, and once he had the status of juren, he would be in the county seat. Li's identity is unusual, and in the future there will be a separate page in the local chronicles, describing Qiu Yan's life.

At that time, the fact that the Qiu family father and son are poor and do not forget to copy books to study will not be regarded as a joke, but something similar to cutting a wall to borrow light and hanging a beam to stab a stock, and it may be passed down through the ages.

The difference between learning something and not learning is so big that ordinary people can hardly imagine.

"In this world, after all, it depends on fame, deeds, and achievements."

Sighing, Qiu Yan rolled up his sleeves and counted the bibliography.

The Qiu family didn't visit randomly, but categorized them according to the sub-collections of classics and history and miscellaneous studies. Qiu Yan and his son were addicted to books, and most of them were copied out one by one, so although there were many books in the house, each one was remembered. Clearly.

After half an hour, Qiu Yan finished counting and nodded, knowing that one book was missing.

"I still need to take some time to go to Zuoqu Village and bring back the books that were put there, and my father was also buried in the village. Now that I am out of danger for a while, I can't just leave it alone. The way of human relations is not a trivial matter. For this I have done my best with filial piety.”

Thinking of this, Qiu Yan withdrew from the study and returned to the yard.

The yard was small and overgrown with weeds. There were only three houses, each of which was dilapidated. The doors of the three houses were originally locked, but now they were all broken open.

"This thief really knows how to pick people." Qiu Yan shook his head, smiled wryly, pushed open the door of the main room and walked in.

The room was full of dust, but he didn't take it seriously, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and rested peacefully, he wanted to concentrate on training his soul, if he wanted to achieve something, he had to work hard, and he couldn't slack off for a day.

The door was wide open, and the moonlight shone into the room, falling on Qiu Yan, calm and peaceful, and his heart was gradually immersed in a mysterious state.

At this time, if there were any people willing to float over from outside, they gathered towards Qiu Yan.

"Huh? This is?"

Qiu Yan raised his eyebrows, but did not open his eyes, but his heart was filled with astonishment, and he felt the slightest wishes wrapped around his body, filled with emotions and wishes such as gratitude, fear, and expectation, which quickly penetrated inward, quickly Close to the living soul immersed in the body.

"This is the wish of those disaster victims and hungry people!"

The living soul is sensitive, and after coming into contact with these vows, it immediately distinguishes the history.

"No wonder the sages said, 'The people are the gods, and the people are the gods'. I just took out a few pieces of bread and did trivial things, so that the hungry people were grateful and gave birth to vows. Although it is meager, if there are more people , accumulating in the soul for a long time, and when the body dies and the soul leaves the body, it will immediately be able to fulfill the wishes of the people and become a god! This god was raised by the people! Hmm?"

Qiu Yan was feeling emotionally, taking the opportunity to comprehend the divine way, when suddenly he had a thought, and found a strange thing, he saw Minyuan infiltrating, gradually approaching the black hole in the center of the living soul, and then disappearing inside.

"What's going on? These people are willing to enter the black hole and have been passed on to the gods themselves! They have been absorbed by the core talisman!"

His surprise was really no small matter, but his mood was disturbed, the mysterious artistic conception no longer existed, his perception was shaken, and the induction of the people's wishes was interrupted.

However, Qiu Yan didn't feel pity, and joy rose in his heart.

"Today's mind is in a mess, it's not easy to explore, let it take its course, wait a few days, and get ready, and then find out!"

Thinking of this, he became silent again.

Early the next morning, Qiu Yan opened his eyes, stood up, and his whole spirit was refreshed.

"I didn't expect divine power to heal the soul damage quickly. In just one night, the loss of the living soul was almost replenished. After two days at most, the living soul has completely recovered, and I can try to open the scroll."

After tidying up his clothes, Qiu Yan walked out of the main room, first fetched a bucket of water, took a scoop, turned around and went into the shelf, took out a pen, ink and paper, mixed it with water and grinded it, and finally picked up a pen to write, and soon filled two sheets of paper.

"That's fine. You don't have to write it thoroughly, otherwise it will be too obvious."

Putting down the pen, Qiu Yan raised his hand to wipe on the paper, his hand gleamed green, the paper had become withered, yellow and worn out, and the ink stains were dim, as if it had been left for decades.

This hand, he used his divine power to remove some substances from the paper and ink, making it look old.

After finishing all these, Qiu Yan put the two sheets of paper on a shelf, then left his yard without stopping, and came back after noon, followed by the carpenter and locksmith.

"Excuse me a few."

After a few orders, the craftsmen began to repair the courtyard door, house door, and door locks. This movement alarmed the neighbors around.

"Didn't it mean that both the Qiu family and his son are dead? Why is Xiao Qiu..."

"This nerd should have escaped a catastrophe."

"The commotion is not small, and it will definitely alarm Mr. Chen's house."

"That's right, Mr. Chen is planning to take over this ownerless yard. Now that the little nerd is back, this wishful thinking will not work."

"Master Chen will be willing? This is a good show."

"What good show can there be? Just this nerd, can he still beat the master of the Chen family? I'm afraid he might sell himself into slavery in the end, and he won't stand up for generations!"

……

Although the voice was low, Qiu Yan's ears were sensitive, and he heard everything one by one.

"Someone wants to seize the yard? Chen Qichang in the east of the city? I've heard that this person likes to steal by chance. Since he's thinking about it, he can't be tolerated. He has to stop thinking about it in advance, so as to save trouble for coming to the door in the future. Speaking of it , Now that I have settled down, the matter of the Pan Mansion has to be put on the agenda. Although the Pan Mansion is favored by Longting's luck, but now it has a grudge with me, and it is only natural that I go to avenge it. "

Qiu Yan was thinking about it when a greeting came from behind him.

"Brother Qiu, it's hard to find your place." It was Yan Yongjie who came.

He was tall and big, with a big knife on his back. He looked fierce and burly, and the neighbors around him couldn't help but murmur, and they dispersed soon.

"Brother Yan came just in time, come with me quickly."

ps: Thank you brother "Lanse Requiem" for your reward again!

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