infinite multiverse

Chapter 305 Book Buyer

In a blink of an eye, the scorching summer has arrived, and the entire Tang Dynasty is in an abnormally high temperature climate.

However, Yuhang County, which used to be rainy in the past, was uncharacteristically this year. There was no continuous rain at all, and it only rained in four or five days to cool down in time, which made the crops of the common people grow more vigorously.

In short.

This year's Dragon King is very patient, and the weather is so smooth that it is unbelievable. He has no intention of staying for a few days and nights when he was unhappy.

As for the Broken Bridge at the West Lake, the inn that used to have a good business has also been converted into a bookstore.

Of course, these will not affect the lives of other people, but the boss here has also changed from a greasy middle-aged uncle to a handsome scholar who is not lacking in Confucianism.

The name of the store is very interesting, it is called Youjian Bookstore...

But the books that the little scholar sells are even more expensive. Whether it is children's enlightenment books or saint's teaching classics, they are all 100 taels of silver a copy.

The sun is shining.

There were very few pedestrians on the road, and there were actually some old people enjoying the shade under the trees, fighting non-stop on the chessboard with golden swords on horseback.

There is a bookstore.

The young bookstore owner was writing furiously. Almost no one knew that most of the books in the bookstore were written by him.

Of course, in the bookstore, there is also a book boy with delicate features, who looks like a pretty woman, and she is lazily lying on the counter, taking a bite of ice cream mixed with crushed ice from time to time...

Yang Chan looked at the passers-by, sighed, glanced at Xu Shangxian who was still reciting the book, and said sadly and indignantly: "Zhenjun, our bookstore has been open for three months, but so far, not even one person who buys books There are no people, even if your handwriting is really beautiful, but no one appreciates it, shall we go out for a stroll?"

"You go, I haven't finished writing yet!" Xu Hao rolled his sleeves, slowly put the brush with dried ink on the pen rest, took out another blank book, and continued to write the unfinished business !

"Boring!" Yang Chan held up her chin helplessly and became dazed again. She followed Xu Hao for a purpose, because according to his second brother's words, wherever True Monarch Xuanming goes now, troubles will follow, and it's easy. , don't have anything to do with him!

But how could Yang Chan care about these things, she was so idle and bored, she wanted to really see the battle between these gods now.

As for Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun, he is also a Taoist, and he is also the best among the three generations of disciples.

In particular, the deeds of Erlang God splitting the mountain to save his mother spread throughout the Three Realms, no matter his fame or his own strength, no one dares to be underestimated.

Although he himself is at the peak of the real fairyland, he has fought back and forth with some golden immortals. After all, the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kung Fu has given him a physical sanctification, which is really incomparable to ordinary people.

Xu Hao never drove Yang Chan away because she still has a good brother.

He knew that he would run into trouble sooner or later, since Yang Chan was determined not to leave, Erlangshen could also use him at critical times, so he could be considered a very good help.

After all, he had never met Yang Jian at the beginning, and it was not for him, a disciple of the third generation, to accept the Taoist ancestor...

But whether Yang Jian uses it smoothly or not depends on who made the move in Buddhism.

Just finished writing a book of "Erya", Xu Hao took another long breath, and as the sunlight at the door was blocked by someone, he slowly raised his head and glanced at the guests who came to the door.

Both of them didn't have any hospitality, so they let the guests rummage through the bookshelves. As long as they didn't open the book and study it, it would not be considered a violation of the rules.

The visitor was also a scholar. He looked very young and handsome. While looking for books, he sighed: "Your bookstore doesn't have all the books!"

"There are every Confucian and Taoist classics!" Xu Hao responded.

The young scholar smiled dumbly, and suddenly said: "No, I mean Li Bai's poetry dictionary, you bookstore owner, you should collect it, I think his poems are very good, and they will surely be famous forever in the future!"

"..." Xu Hao glanced at this guy, without saying a word, and continued to recite words in a fluttering manner.

But this young scholar leaned towards him without knowing what to do, and couldn't help saying: "You write too fast, even if you are crazy..."

Gudong.

The young scholar swallowed a mouthful of spit, he found out...

Although Xu Shangxian's writing speed is extremely fast, the lines between the words are strong and natural, and the handwriting is fast and sharp, either square or round, as if every word contains a very strong sense of righteousness.

that feeling...

It's like a Confucian sage writing it himself!

An ordinary scholar, as long as he can hold this book, even if he walks in the barren mountains, the ghosts and ghosts will avoid hundreds of miles away!

So, he pointed to other bookshelves awkwardly, and asked, "You wrote all these books?"

"Could it be you who wrote it?" Xu Hao didn't bother to talk to him. A monk in the Nascent Soul Realm is pretending to be a scholar and selling tenderness!

It's a pity that this guy who is both a monk and a scholar didn't seem to notice this embarrassment. Instead, he looked like I had made a lot of money, and said bluntly: "A book costs 100 taels, right, I'll cover it all!"

"Three books, choose by yourself!" How could Xu Hao allow a local tyrant who can see the value to buy them all at once?
What's more, there are many ordinary books mixed in the bookshelf...

Whether it can be selected depends on the ability of the guests.

"Only three copies?" The young man felt a little reconciled, then coughed lightly, and said to Xu Hao furtively, "I'm Li Bai, to save face, why don't you sell me a few more books!"

"I'm still Du Pu!" Xu Hao suddenly lost his intention to write, and couldn't help but said: "How many years has Li Bai been dead, talking nonsense, a book slaps you on the face and sends you to heaven, letter Do not believe?"

"Letter." The young scholar smiled awkwardly: "But I am really Li Bai. I am not dead, but Du Pu is really dead. The grass on his grave is more than three meters high. I even put incense on him the day before yesterday."

"..." Xu Hao looked at him, pondered for two seconds, and then shook his head helplessly: "A person cannot be judged by his appearance, and the sea cannot be measured. Are you still a cultivator in suspended animation?"

"Shangxian is right!" Li Bai raised his eyebrows at Xu Hao, silently giving a thumbs up.

After all, he is not blind. Xu Hao writes very freely, but makes those awe-inspiring righteousness condense, the realm is far beyond his imagination, and it is nothing if he can see through his own ability.

"Then five books, no more!" Xu Hao also considered seeing the real Li Bai, and it's not wrong to sell this poet to save face, after all, he seemed to have stolen other people's poems...

"Thank you!" The scholar nodded with a smile, and then opened his bright eyes, planning to choose a few books with the most awe-inspiring spirit.

(End of this chapter)