Dao Fruit

After knocking on the courtyard door, not long after, a voice came from inside——

"Who is it? In the middle of the night, disturbing the Prime Minister's residence."

As soon as Qiu Yan heard the voice, he recognized that the speaker was Feng Yue, the nurse.

There are two nursing homes in Ma's courtyard, Feng Yue and Lu He.

Both of these two people are accomplished masters in life cultivation and have certain influence in Qingchang County. However, since they became Ma Yang's guardian, they have always been content and safe. Even after Ma Yang left, they still guarded the yard and books. .

"It's me, Qiu Yan."

Qiu Yan replied, the courtyard door quickly opened, and Lu He and Feng Yue walked out.

After seeing Qiu Yan's appearance clearly, Lu He said: "Mr. Qiu, you are finally back. I entrusted you with the study room and asked you to study here for three months. Seeing that the time limit is approaching, if you don't come back, what will happen if you don't come back?" All the people coming here will empty out the study room.”

Qiu Yan asked, "Oh? Sir, has he sent someone to take care of it?"

Feng Yue took over and said: "People are here, but they haven't started to clean up yet, but it will only be in the next two days."

"That's enough," Qiu Yan nodded, "I'm going to spend the night in the study tonight, so I'd like to ask you two for your convenience."

Lu He shook his head and said: "It's nothing inconvenient. The master made it very clear when he left. The two of us guarding the study are just to let Mr. Qiu read in peace."

After saying that, he led Qiu Yan into the courtyard.

Qiu Yan followed behind, extending his senses and capturing the faintly beating Yang Qi of blood and blood on Lu He and Feng Yue. Now that he has condensed the Heavenly Soul and refined the Fourth Soul, his sense of Qi and blood has become even more acute. In the past, these two At one time, it was like seeing flowers in the mist, but at this moment, I suddenly felt the realm of cultivation.

"These two people, one has refined one soul, and the other has refined two souls, are even more tyrannical than Yan Yongjie. In the martial arts world, they are enough to dominate, but they live in a place like Qingchang County. Listen, It is said that he moved from Jiangnan, which means he is trying to avoid it. From this point of view, the hinterland of Darui is by no means simple. "

After thinking about it, Qiu Yan came to the study.

Two months have passed, but the study is still spotless. I don't know if it's because someone cleans it frequently. It was the few manuscripts left by Ma Yang that dispersed the dust.

Taking a deep breath, Qiu Yan came to the table, sat on the chair, let go of his senses, and enveloped the entire study and half of the yard. Then, he looked around.

The furnishings in the room had not changed much from when he left.

"It seems that Lu He and Feng Yue are really protecting them with all their heart."

After sighing with emotion, Qiu Yan took out a book. After opening it, he held it in his hand, and then the living soul jumped out from his head, and the four earth soul bookshelves spun very quickly. The History Department bookshelf flew out and floated above.

shock!

The bookshelf of the History Department suddenly vibrated, releasing waves of fluctuations, revealing the sense of historical vicissitudes. Radiating all around.

For a time, the light and shadow in the study changed, and the change of dynasties was presented like a horse.

"I was at the entrance of the ruins that day. I absorbed the historical atmosphere and put it on the bookshelf of the History Department, but most of it was arranged in a messy, macroscopic and disorderly manner, like a turbulent flow in the long river of history. Although it enriched the soul of the earth, it has been unable to be effectively used. If we can pull out the many historians' classics and historical annotations in this study and condense them into volumes in the soul, only then can history be truly precipitated!"

Every volume in the study is related to historians. If Ma Yang wants to re-edit and organize historical books, it cannot be done out of thin air. He must also refer to ancient historical materials. Moreover, there are many annotations on these historical materials, some of which were written by Ma Yang himself. Below, some are passed down from ancient times.

In ancient society, books were of extraordinary significance. They were carriers of wisdom and could be used as family heirlooms.

In families where poetry and books are passed down from family to family, the collection of books in the family often has a long history and has been passed down from generation to generation. More than one person has made annotations over thousands of years, but the annotations are a precious asset that can help future generations understand the profound meaning of the book.

At the moment, the historical materials and annotations in the study are being pulled by Qiu Yan's earthly spirit, giving off their auras. The meanings and records in the books are turned into spiritual symbols, and are being pulled into the bookshelf of the History Department.

Bookshelves twist and expand.

The shelves on each floor were originally filled with volumes of books, but now the books are swelling and thickening, exuding the atmosphere of vicissitudes of life!

In this breath, there is also a humanistic spirit, pointing the country and inspiring words!

………………

at the same time.

Zhang Family Courtyard in Qingchang City.

Zhang Zhen had already laid down. He waited for Qiu Yan today and got the answer. He would be able to go back tomorrow. Thinking that the chaos at home would hopefully subside, the big stone hanging in his heart finally fell to the ground.

Moreover, after drinking that cup of tea in Qiu Yan's study, his energy level improved slightly and he walked more vigorously than in the previous days. He washed himself a little, lay down and fell asleep, snoring.

Buzz buzz...

Tiny sleepy bugs fluttered above.

But soon, the sleeping Zhang Zhen frowned with a look of pain on his face.

When sleeping, people's consciousness gradually drifts away and is most easily penetrated by foreign objects. Now, thoughts are wandering, forming a dream, but there are shadows emerging in the dream.

Sudden!

Zhang Zhen's stomach and intestines emitted traces of strange fluctuations. The fluctuations rippled, gradually twisted into one, and condensed into a scripture——

"Wealth and honor are what people want. If you don't get them in the right way, you won't get them."

Confucianism does not advise people to quench their desires and become saints who do not eat fireworks. These are misinterpretations by later generations. For example, in this passage, wealth and wealth are things that people desire, but they should not be obtained through evil means!

When this passage of scripture condenses, it goes deep into the soul, penetrates into the depths, and enters Zhang Zhen's dream.

Zhang Zhen's dream was dark, and he could see the outline of a huge courtyard. In the center of the courtyard, there was a huge copper coin with a square hole standing in the main hall, releasing a strange aura and eroding the dream.

The edge of the dream gradually shattered, turned into flames, flew over, and was absorbed by the square-hole copper coin.

Seize Luhuo!

At this moment, a gap suddenly opened in the gray dream sky, and then the sound of books rang out, and a scripture flew out, majestic and full of righteousness. As soon as it appeared, the whole dream trembled and boiled.

Then, the scripture fell and rushed straight into the main hall, hitting the huge copper coin with a square hole.

Suddenly, sparks surged and books sounded. The square-hole copper coin screamed, trembled as if encountering a natural enemy, showing emotions of fear, surprise, and panic, and then shattered with a "click"!

Crackling!

The scattered fragments of copper coins turned into dots of light, like sparks, falling everywhere in the dream.

The next moment, the gray sky and surroundings became clear, and the outline of the mansion solidified again.

outside world. Zhang Zhen, who was sleeping soundly, frowned.

………………

"Um?"

Yuanning Mansion, City God Yin Division.

In the empty hall, a soft cry suddenly sounded.

Then, the light and shadow distorted, and two figures that were gathering and dispersing appeared.

Two thoughts were talking in the air.

"What's wrong?" This is a vague and changing thought.

"The kid from the Zhang family seemed to have found a helper and was fighting with me in my dream. I didn't check for a moment, and he broke the Yin Talisman." The response was a slightly muddy thought.

"Oh? Then you have to be careful, but in the past few days, there have been many monks in the city who claim to have advanced cultivation, and this one is no exception." Piaomiao's thoughts were conveyed again.

"You're right. In seven more days, everything will be done. It's time for you and me to leave. It's been too long, so the Jiannan Road City God sent a god to come over and deal with it. There are too many variables." There was a trace of scruples in the muddy thoughts. .

"Seven more days? Is it too long?"

The turbid thoughts helplessly said: "There is nothing we can do. If the exotic treasure is not covered by the three filthy auras, it cannot be concealed at all. Sooner or later, someone will come to the door. It is also your and my bad luck. If it were not for those few words, It has already been done! Speaking of which, those words were first spread from the Zhang family, could the boy from the Zhang family be the one who instigated it..."

The misty thought then said: "In this case, we can't let it go. I guess the Zhang family's son will return in the near future, and we can't give him a chance to breathe..."

During the exchange of ideas, the atmosphere in the entire hall became increasingly weird.

At the edge of the hall, stood several frozen figures, each glowing with divine power.

These figures are the many gods of Yuanning Mansion, but at this moment, they are motionless, as if frozen.

Not only the gods, but also the wishes of the people scattered throughout the hall are also frozen in the air, neither flowing nor gathering or dispersing.

Sudden!

Boom!

The whole hall shook.

"What's going on?"

Both thoughts were surprised.

Then, a figure with golden light broke through the roof of the palace and rushed in.

"Hey! The monster looks at the whip!"

………………

The night passed.

After three rooster crows, Qiu Yan walked out of the study, his whole aura becoming more serious.

"This is Brother Qiu, Qiu Shenzhi. I've often heard my uncle mention you when I was in Xiamalin."

Not long after, a young scholar with a kind face came up to him.

This person is a grandson of Ma Yang and is about the same age as Qiu Yan. He came here this time to clean up his former residence and move back the books.

The two chatted for a few words, and Qiu Yan understood Ma Yang's current situation before saying goodbye and leaving.

"In the past two years, the new party has gained power and implemented reforms. Even Jiannan Road has been affected. However, Mr. Ma does not agree with this. Now that he has returned to the central government and is in power, he is afraid that life will be difficult..."

After thinking about it, Qiu Yan shook his head.

"These things are too far away from me, and it's useless to think about them."

Afterwards, Qiu Yan went to Liu's house and wanted to go to Yuanning. Of course, he had to make an agreement with Liu Huai first.

Liu Huai was reasonable and didn't say much. He just left Qiu Yan to have breakfast. Half an hour later, Qiu Yan got everything ready, boarded the Zhang family's carriage, and headed to Yuanning with Zhang Zhen.

But halfway through the car, I met someone sent by the Zhang family to report the news.

"You said my father can get out of bed and walk?" Zhang Zhen's face was filled with joy as he looked at the messenger.

"Reporting to the eldest young master, the third young master invited a young calligrapher from Guanzhong. The young calligrapher wrote a few words of blessing and posted them in the house. Not long after, the master's complexion improved..."

"Third brother..."

After hearing this, Zhang Zhen's expression changed. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!

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