fox loves meat

Chapter 23 The Scholar
Outside Liancheng City, besides a large lotus pond, there is also a mountain.

This mountain is called "Xigui Mountain", probably because this mountain is located due west of Liancheng.

There is only one abandoned Taoist temple on the mountain—the Sanqing Temple where An Qingyu used to hide from the rain.

However, because the word "Xigui" in Xigui Mountain is not auspicious, and there are no birds, beasts and herbs on the mountain, few people come to the mountain.

An Qingyu didn't think about that much when she was pretending to be a ghost. Now that she has figured out the origin of the mountain outside the city, she feels more at ease.

She bought a pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the street, and wanted to make a list of the medicinal materials needed to make Yangxue Pills, so that Madam Shen could find them.

These medicinal materials are very precious, An Qingyu didn't plan to pay for it.

But when she picked up a pen in the room, she felt that something was wrong...

Although I can read, I am not very good at writing.

Although he was forced to practice big characters for a period of time when he joined Mo Lao's sect, the characters he wrote could barely be read...

Since you want to pretend to be "Fox Fairy", this handwriting must have some fairy charm, right?
An Qingyu went to the door and called Hua Sanduo who was practicing sword in the courtyard.

Although Hua Sanduo didn't pay much attention to cultivation, she practiced this set of ancestral flying swordsmanship for an hour every morning and evening.

An Qingyu is still very hopeful about Hua Sanduo, and she is from a famous family after all, so it must be written well, right?

Hua Sanduo was straightforward, picked up the pen and began to write.

An Qingyu recalled the medicinal herbs recorded in the "Book of Medicine", and read them out one by one.

After reading silently, he picked up Hua Sanduo's written prescription and looked at it, his face darkened.

Hua Sanduo felt that his writing was not bad, so he approached An Qingyu and asked, "What's wrong? Did you write it wrong?"

An Qingyu glanced at her, "It's all correct."

"Then why are you making such a face?" Hua Sanduo said innocently.

An Qingyu coughed dryly twice, "It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered a common saying."

"What colloquial saying?"

"Things of a kind gather and people form groups... Just by looking at this handwriting, you know we are in the same group."

Hua Sanduo blushed a little, shyly said "I hate it", then held up a branch and continued to practice swords in the yard.

An Qingyu really wanted to say to Hua Sanduo: "Sanduo, your flirting habit really makes me uncomfortable."

But she looked at the bare tree branch that Hua Sanduo was holding, and felt that if she said this, she seemed a bit like a heartless man...

That's all, it's better to make this medicine quickly, so as to get some money from Shen's mansion to redeem Hua Sanduo's matching sword.

An Qingyu went out with the prescription written by Hua Sanduo——

After entering the city, I found that there was a lot of resentment everywhere in the city, and everyone could hear everyone cursing the tyrant for his inhumanity.

It was even heard that in the southeast of the Zhongzhou Continent, someone had risen up in the name of acting on behalf of the heavens, but it was not known whether the news was true.

The date of paying the poll tax is getting closer and closer. In order to make up enough five taels of silver, everyone has gone to the city to find work, or set up a stall to sell some odds and ends, or sell the surplus food at home, and many people even sold it. Houses and fields, the common people complained a lot. While complaining, many people also praised the Lord of Liancheng as a good man. Some city owners of other cities actually raised the already outrageously high poll tax to seven taels of silver, and could not pay the money. People can only use the house to make up the number, and it is so desolate to be displaced from now on.

An Qingyu searched the street for a while, and finally saw a scholar at a street corner.

An Qingyu hurried forward, "How much is it for writing?"

The scholar was about eighteen or nineteen years old. He was wearing a white-washed fine cotton gown. He had cold brows, foggy eyes, thin lips and light pink skin, and fair skin.

The scholar's voice was clear and bright: "Is this girl writing poems, writing letters, or copying books?"

An Qingyu looked in front of his stall, there were several calligraphy and paintings hanging behind the scholar.

An Qingyu saw that the characters were written in a flowing manner, like smoke, vigorous and graceful, flamboyant yet with a hint of calmness and ease.

What a good word!

An Qingyu took out the prescription that Hua Sanduo had copied down, unfolded it for the scholar to read——

"Just make a copy of this for me, and the handwriting should be nicer, like the handwriting behind you."

The scholar took it over, looked it over briefly, and said, "This is not a lot of characters, so I'll charge you ten dollars. The girl can go around first, and I will finish writing it when I come back."

An Qingyu chuckled, "It's okay, I'll just wait here."

It's better to watch here, if this prescription is seen by a knowledgeable person, it will be very bad.

The scholar fell silent, his expression became very serious, and he studied ink without haste.

An Qingyu didn't bother him, so she found a small bench at the stall next to her and sat down, ordered a bowl of hot soy milk, and licked it.

At this time, a young girl in blue and white coarse cloth came over with a food box——

An Qingyu's eyes lit up!
Isn't this the snake demon She Xiangning who sucked away the Taoist yang essence?
An Qingyu looked at the scholar suspiciously.

Could this scholar be her new target?
But this scholar obviously doesn't have Yang essence... Could it be that he has been absorbed?

Now that he has absorbed it, why are you still following him?
She Xiangning put the food box on the side of the scholar's desk, and sorted out the papers on the desk.

The scholar said: "Xiang Ning, why did you bring me food again? It's so cold, go back and rest."

She Xiangning glanced at the scholar coquettishly, and said, "You know it's cold? I only brought two dry buns when I went out in the morning, so how can I feel relieved? I brought you hot noodle soup and vegetarian cakes, eat some quickly. "

The scholar shook his head, "Eat first, I'll finish writing this before eating, it will be ready soon."

An Qingyu jumped out obediently, and said with a smile, "Eat first! I'm not in a hurry!" She turned her head and smiled at She Xiangning, "Sister Xiangning!"

She Xiangning was taken aback for a moment, she didn't expect An Qingyu to be in this city.

Originally, goblins rarely communicate with goblins, unless they are two people who become Taoist couples.

She and An Qingyu met in the ruined temple that day. Although they felt that they were very congenial, firstly, they each had their own practice, and secondly, she didn't want other goblins to know about her being together with the scholar, so she didn't make a special effort at that time. The meaning of continuing to communicate with An Qingyu is just to let the fate go.

Unexpectedly, I met him on the street today.

It seems that she and this vixen named An Qingyu really have some fate.

"Qingyu, what a coincidence! What are you doing on the street? It's been a mess outside recently, you better not run around." She Xiangning winked at An Qingyu while talking.

The scholar said curiously on the side: "So you know each other, Xiang Ning, why didn't I know you have such a little sister?"

Seeing She Xiangning's awkward look, An Qingyu understood a little bit in her heart, and said with a cheerful smile: "Of course you don't know, Sister Xiangning and I met by chance not long ago, when I went out and encountered heavy rain that day, we had to If Miss Xiangning hadn't kindly taken me to the ruined temple to hide from the rain, I would have been drenched in water!"

The scholar nodded and smiled slightly, "Xiang Ning has always been the most warm-hearted."

She Xiangning's jade-like facial muscles were slightly reddish, as if she was a little embarrassed.At the same time, she also put down a big stone in her heart, she was afraid that An Qingyu had slipped her mouth just now.

She Xiangning took out a large bowl of noodle soup from the food box, pushed it into the scholar's hands, and said, "Eat it while it's hot, it will be warmer after you eat it, your fingers are cold."

The scholar took the bowl in his hand, with a happy smile on his face, looking at She Xiangning with gentle eyes.

The two were tender and sweet, you pushed and I gave way, and finally the two finished the noodle soup and vegetarian cake together.

An Qingyu smacked her tongue as she watched from the side, thinking: This is the legend of the new white lady!I just don't know where Fahai is now?

The scholar quickly finished transcribing the prescription, and An Qingyu praised him for his fine handwriting.

An Qingyu remembered that her house didn't even have a plaque, so she paid extra money and asked the scholar to write a plaque.

Because An Qingyu and She Xiangning knew each other, the scholar naturally declined and refused to accept the money. In the end, She Xiangning came forward and accepted half of the money.

The three of them got together and chatted about poetry for a while, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

During the chat, I learned that this scholar was named Fang Junyu, and his parents passed away a few years ago, leaving some small property for him to study.

He was selected as a scholar at a young age, and he wanted to continue to participate in the scientific examination, but now that the government and the public are in chaos, and the emperor is in a daze, he gave up thinking about the scientific examination.

A year ago, Fang Junyu and She Xiangning got married. After getting married, he went out to set up a stall every day to sell some calligraphy and paintings. Although he barely made ends meet, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed because he had ambitions and could not put them to good use.

An Qingyu felt that she had not been out for a short time, so she bid farewell to the two. It happened that She Xiangning was going back to the village, so the two left together.

She Xiangning thought to herself: Although this fox demon looks young, he looks very good at being a human being——

In the conversation with Jun Yu just now, he was calm and comfortable. Although he could not speak clearly, he responded fluently and reacted quickly.

You must know that goblins don't go to school, and they don't have the so-called cultural background. The only advantage is that they can live longer after joining the WTO.

This is also the reason why goblins are always looked down upon by human cultivators even if they have cultivated to the Dao.

An Qingyu was able to chat with Fang Junyu about poetry and songs, why not surprise her?

Moreover, in just a few days, she has already advanced from the third level of Qi Refining to the fourth level, so there may be some opportunities in the future...

She Xiang congealed her heart for friendship, and when she walked outside the city, she pointed in a direction outside the city and said, "Jun Yu and I live in Lianhua Village not far ahead, if you have anything to do, you can go to Lianhua Village to find me. Come and see."

An Qingyu let out a "huh" and said, "I live there too, but I didn't know there was a Lotus Village over there."

She Xiangning said strangely: "No one lives there, only a Zhuangzi in Shen's residence, which has been vacant for many years, I heard that someone moved in recently... Ah! Could it be you who moved in?"

An Qingyu chuckled, "That's me!"

She Xiangning thought to herself that this fox demon is indeed unusual, and that the courage alone is beyond comparison with ordinary people.

"It's a famous haunted house..."

An Qingyu pursed her lips and smiled, "Well, it's really gloomy. I'll invite my sister to visit my house when the house is cleaned up."

Hearing what An Qingyu said, She Xiangning knew in her heart that the ghosts in this house might have been dealt with by An Qingyu, so she also knew it well, so she didn't ask any more questions.

　The popularity value is very sluggish, alas, the editor should recommend it to me, otherwise this book will hit the street again!
　　


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