Dao fruit.

"Young Master Qiu, this is a gift from my princess. I hope you will go well in the Taoist test and come out on top."

When Song Nu saw Qiu Yan, he walked over, followed by a man holding a tray. On the tray were brushes, ink, paper and inkstones. The pen holders were smooth, and the inkstones were embossed.

Qiu Yan didn't even look at it, and walked around with a flick of his sleeve.

"Since Mr. Qiu doesn't want it, then that's all. But please keep my princess's thoughts in mind. I know this test will not be difficult for you, but don't be careless. Be careful of capsized in the gutter." Song Nu said with a smile I don't worry about it, it seems to be used to it.

In fact, similar things have happened many times in the past two years.

Qiu Yan pushed open the courtyard door, walked in, and then closed the door directly.

Seeing this, Song Nu shook his head.

"If you have some skills, you will think highly of yourself. Do you really think that the princess can fall in love with you? Not to mention others, just the little marshman prince who visited the king recently, is a hundred times better than this Qiu Yan. Even the king said that he is worthy." People who hope to unify the people in Wuzhe and become a overlord. Compared with such a person, what is Qiu Yan, a poor scholar? The little prince, but he stayed in the Imperial Prison in Darui Capital!"

With a sneer, Song Nu took the people away.

"The entire Qingchang is undercurrents..."

Back in his study room, Qiu Yan sighed with emotion, looked at the ginseng wriggling slowly on the desk, and shook his head.

"I have to make some preparations. I want to end the precipitation and manifest all the accumulation of the two years. Unfortunately, if I give me a few more years to completely accumulate what I have learned, I will definitely gain more..."

Thinking of this, his heart suddenly moved, his face showed surprise, and he took out a book from his arms, with the words "New World Experience" written on the cover.

This book was obtained from Yan Yongjie. Although Qiu Yan wanted to return it many times, he was always rejected by Yan Yongjie. A year ago, Yan Yongjie left after seeing a letter from his hometown. Just stay here.

Turning the travel notes to the last page, the strange picture appeared.

There are springs, clouds, and suspended pavilions.

Compared with two years ago, this picture has hardly changed. The only difference is that the wisps of people's wishes entwined on it have become more intense.

"This painting can absorb the thoughts of people's wishes. It must be hiding a lot of secrets. My popularity has increased in the past two years. I can receive some people's wishes every day. The book is on my body, and I don't know it. A lot of people's wishes, just now, have undergone inexplicable changes..."

Putting his hand on the book, Qiu Yan could vaguely feel that there was a vague connection between the book and himself, and this connection became clearer as more and more people's wishes gathered on the map.

"I don't know when and how many people's wishes will be accumulated before this connection can clearly emerge, and then, what kind of changes will occur."

After feeling it for a while, Qiu Yan turned his head and looked out the window. Seeing that it was getting late, he stopped his thoughts, took out a long sword wrapped in cloth from the corner of the study, pushed the door and walked out.

Two hours later, he came back again, raised his hand, and the breath-suppressing talisman with the ability to hide appeared out of thin air, and returned to his hand. Suddenly, the scene in the yard was distorted, and there were a few more beasts!

The beasts were motionless, apparently unconscious.

Seeing Qiu Yan peeling and cramping, he wrapped the flesh and blood with oiled paper and lotus leaves, and put them in the kitchen. The rest of the bloody fur and bones were piled up in the yard, and blood flowed all over the floor.

When Qiu Yan came out of the kitchen, he didn't stop, raised his hand a little, and flames shot out, burning the scattered fur and bones.

Strange to say, the fur-skeleton, which is as tall as a person, shrinks rapidly when it is burned by the flames, like a leaking ball.

The flames spread, and even the blood that was flowing on the ground was covered by the flames. In just a few breaths, a pile of fur and bones disappeared, and not even a drop of blood remained on the ground.

Then the flame stopped, and Qiu Yan waved his hand, and a drop of scarlet and crystal blood flew over, and he put it into a porcelain bottle.

"The food intake has been getting bigger and bigger recently. If this continues, hunting may not be enough. This is also a manifestation of the gradual solidification of life cultivation. If you want to make achievements in life cultivation, you must keep up with nutrition."

After tidying up a bit, Qiu Yan picked up two packs of flesh and blood, and pushed the door away. He was going to Liu's yard, where he wanted to have dinner.

After half an hour, Qiu Yanfang came back again.

When he got home, he didn't go to the main room, but turned around and went into the study room, sat on the chair, picked up the book and began to read softly. On the table, the limp ginseng immediately became energetic and trembled slightly when he heard the sound of reading. .

Qiu Yan read until Zi Shi, then put down the book, counted the time, and then calmly held his breath, a living soul jumped out from the top of his head.

As soon as the living soul came out, the whole room was immediately surrounded by phantom shadows.

Compared with two years ago, Qiu Yan's living soul didn't change much, it was more cohesive. The person in the soul sat cross-legged inside, motionless as a mountain. However, with the appearance of the living soul, the whole study changed. On the rows of simple bookshelves, phantoms loomed faintly, and the books were stacked, like a dream!

These phantoms seemed to be dragged by Qiu Yan's soul. To gather them together, it was difficult to get out of the restraint of the bookshelf and the book itself, so they could only stand in a stalemate in the air for a while.

Qiu Yan didn't pay attention to this, and after a while, the sound of reading came from outside the window.

Then, I saw the ginseng on the table trembling again and again, and a phantom also emerged, with its white belly on it, grinning at Qiu Yan's living soul, making a "clack" sound.

What a big fat doll.

Seeing this, the man in the soul shook his head: "Ginseng boy, cherish the moment in front of you. In two days, you won't be able to hear the sound of reading."

While thinking about it, he was understood by Ginseng Doll, who suddenly became sad.

………………

Three days later, outside Qingchang City, Dong Qiu led a group of people in the yamen to send them off all the way. Looking at the posture, he wished he could send Ma Yang and others straight to the Eastern Capital in one fell swoop.

After passing a hillside, Ma Yang waved his hand and said to Dong Qiu: "Okay, you have done enough posture, let's go back." Then, he ignored the embarrassing face of the magistrate, and said something to Qiu Yan beside him sentence.

"For the remaining few days, live in my yard. I have already told the two nursing homes to take care of the yard. After you finish the exam, let them leave," Ma Yang suddenly mentioned something , "By the way, you don't have words yet."

Qiu Yan nodded and said: "That's right, twenty is the crown, but because of an accident, my father passed away, so I didn't get the word."

"In that case, let me pick a word for you, what do you think?"

Qiu Yan was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I can't ask for it."

After hearing this, Ma Yang nodded, and then said: "Confucianism talks about prudence and independence, thinking deeply and taking it carefully, so it's better to call it 'cautious'."

"Shenzhi, Qiu Shenzhi..."

Qiu Yan chewed the word, savored a hint of meaning from it, glanced at Ma Yang, and then cupped his fists to thank him. Judging from Ma Yang's performance, this was by no means a random move, and there was deep meaning in it.

After expressing thanks and saying goodbye at the end, Qiu Yan felt his soul twitching and gave birth to a warning sign.

In the distance, at the end of the see-off line, there were a few scholars in blue shirts, all of them showed displeasure when they saw this scene.

"Qiu Yan doesn't even have a reputation as a scholar, so why should he be favored by the old Prime Minister? We are all scholars, and we are not allowed to enter the door after many visits. On the contrary, Qiu Yan comes in and out at will every three days. What's the reason?" A scholar in his twenties with a handsome face and a small reputation in the county, his name is Zhang Jue.

"He is favored by Xiangguo, let's see how this Taoist test goes." The person who said this was a short scholar named Liu Frame.

"That's right, no matter how good your flattery is, if you don't have real skills, it's useless!"

These scholars all have the status of scholars, but they can't see Qiu Yan. As they talked, they suddenly felt a chill in their hearts. They turned their heads and found that Qiu Yan, who had sent Ma Yang away, was facing him. From this side, several people immediately lowered their heads and remained silent.

"My heart skipped a beat just now, as if I had a whim in the book, but although these people have evil thoughts towards me, they hardly pose a threat. This..."

Qiu Yan withdrew his gaze, just as he was thinking, his expression suddenly changed.

"Huh? Something happened to the deity!"