Dao Fruit

"Someone's here again."

The scholars in the post hall also noticed Qiu Yan, and many of them talked in low voices.

"Looking at that, he's probably here to eat and drink again."

"There are still people coming at this time."

"People outside don't know that Miss Song has already set a target. Of course they want to come in and try their luck."

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Qiu Yan ignored the discussion and followed the paperwork to a room.

"Mr. Qiu, please stay here temporarily. My young lady will occasionally come to take exams for schoolwork. If you want to brush up on your knowledge, you can check it out in the library in the backyard. As for three meals, you have to go to the tavern opposite." The clerk gave a few instructions, Then he left.

"Do you still need to take the school knowledge test?"

Recalling the scene in the courtyard of the post house and thinking about what happened two years ago, Qiu Yan had a guess, but he felt it was ridiculous.

"Forget it, now that we are here, there is no need for so much. The top priority now is to collect information about King Tongshan, and it is best to find him."

Making a plan in his mind, his thoughts gradually opened up, and then he tidied up the room and smelled the faint smell of paint and fuel.

"This room should be newly built."

Shaking his head, he pushed the door open and walked out.

"Whether you are collecting intelligence or looking for people, you must not act too hastily, let alone blindly. You must also consider the situation on my side. Well, you might as well go and look at the collection of books in the post house first. Maybe you will find something unexpected."

When Qiu Yan came to the library in the backyard, he was surprised to find that the library was much larger than he had imagined. As soon as he walked in, the room was filled with the fragrance of ink, rows of tall bookshelves in order, and several scholars Walk and sit upright, or shuttle among them, or stop to check.

"This library is so big!"

After sighing with emotion, Qiu Yan felt more and more that this post house was too weird.

"These books are divided into categories and are carefully planned and classified. Many of the books in them are ones I have never read before, which is an unexpected surprise."

He noticed that someone was bending over a desk in the corner of the library, obviously copying books.

With a slight smile, Qiu Yan took out a book and studied it carefully.

This reading lasted for two hours. It was not until a burst of noise disturbed the scene that I came back to my senses.

"Why is it so noisy outside?"

A voice sounded next to him: "It's those guys who are back."

Qiu Yan followed the sound and saw that the person speaking was a scholar in his early twenties, with a pale face and a thin body. He was copying books in the corner just now and was about to put the handwritten books back on the shelf.

Qiu Yan then asked: "Who are you referring to?"

The man glanced at Qiu Yan and said, "Fang Ziyan, Gu Yan and other talented people, together with Prince Ngren, are frequent guests of Jiedu Envoy. You are new here, stay here for a few days." You will know these people. If nothing happens, Miss Song’s husband is one of them. "

Bang!

At this moment, the door of the library was suddenly pushed open, and three or four people were seen filing in. All of them had extraordinary bearings. The two leaders, with their faces like crown jewels, red lips and white teeth, exuded a confident temperament, calm and elegant. , each has its own merits.

As soon as they entered, the clerk guarding the door of the library greeted them and bowed to them.

"They are not something we can contact," the thin scholar who spoke earlier shook his head. "The daughter of the Jiedu Envoy is not something we can even hope for. However, it is rare to be able to take the opportunity to copy a few books."

After saying this, he took out a book of commentaries on the Six Classics from the bookshelf, walked aside, sat down, and continued to copy.

Qiu Yan also withdrew his gaze and read the book in his hand silently, paying no attention to the movements in the library. After a while, he was immersed in the article and exuded an aura of literary thought.

"Brother Fang, look at that person." On the other side, the two leaders seemed to sense something and noticed Qiu Yan.

The man known as Brother Fang nodded and said: "Neither arrogant nor impetuous, he is a scholar and has the same demeanor as when I was a child. If I can persevere, maybe I will achieve something."

Another person laughed and said: "You are so proud of him, and you are actually comparing yourself to yourself. I heard that when Brother Fang was a child, in order to practice calligraphy, he poured water and polished it. He used up a whole tank of water to practice, and then he developed a hand that shocked the world and made people cry." Good words for ghosts and gods..."

"Brother Gu is joking. In terms of calligraphy, how many people in Jiannan Road can match you? You studied under a famous teacher..."

The two complimented each other, then each took out a few books and left.

Qiu Yan was not at all interested in what the two said, and he had no intention of interfering with it. In the remaining days, he sometimes read in the library and sometimes went out to explore. However, Wuxin City was full of soldiers and armor, and the masculine energy and blood were thick. Even at night, the soul was alive. It is inconvenient to travel, so the effect is very little.

………………

There are floating mountains in the sea of ​​clouds, one of which is covered with maple leaves.

In the forest on the mountain, there is an attic. In the building, Tang Lai is sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, with an aura of tranquility and peace wafting around his body.

suddenly!

A ray of light flew in from the window and hit Tang Lai directly on the forehead.

He opened his eyes suddenly, a bright light flashed in his eyes, and the peaceful atmosphere was suddenly broken, replaced by violent thoughts.

"Master finally responded! Okay! The scholar and the demon are gathered together. The wind and clouds are meeting, the dragon and the tiger are intersecting. It's time to go and cut off the ties between the inner demons! Seek the way with one slash!"

After he finished speaking, he stood up and walked out of the attic, then took his fingerprints.

boom! boom! boom!

The entire mountain peak shook, and the top of the mountain sank, slowly sinking into the sea of ​​clouds...

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other side.

The god himself felt the changes in his body, and stars appeared in his heart one by one, a total of three thousand!

In the center of the stars, the God Pond expanded nearly twice. A bookshelf was suspended above it, with books on the shelf, exuding a historical atmosphere.

"A few days saved decades of effort!"

There were two figures beside the original god——

The white light on Bai Wenpan's body became brighter, while Huang Jue shed the foreign body and condensed one on his own. Although the light was dim, it restored the foundation.

These two gods have gained a lot of benefits in the past few days, which is of great benefit to the way of God.

"The absorption of pure thoughts is almost at its limit. If it continues, the remaining thoughts will not be enough to open the ruins."

The original god opened his eyes and sent out a thought.

Bai Wenpan and Huang Jue were shocked and woke up from silence. They understood the meaning of the thought and showed regret on their faces, but they did not dare to disobey.

"You should return to the underworld first. There are too many variables if you stay here." The original deity said, raised his hand and grabbed a virtual book, sucking Bai Wenpan and Huang Jue in.

After doing this, his hands kept moving, pinching the hand seals, and a ball of divine power in his body burned and consumed quickly.

"Before opening the ruins, you must first try the method of summoning gods. If it fails, it will be bad."

As the thought fell, a ball of blue light suddenly burst out from the original deity's hand, unfolding like a curtain, and then a person walked out of it.

This is a woman, wearing a tight-fitting outfit that outlines a graceful curve, long hair hanging down to the waist, neck and hands exposed, fair skin, her face is angular, phoenix eyes, red lips, but with a hint of charm.