I Have Been In the Demon Slayer Division For 30 Years

　　 The next day.

　　 Zhang Cheng was on duty with a red face, and he was obviously in a good mood.

　　 Since Zhouyi came, Zhang Cheng has completely released himself and fished every day.

　　 The only master of the upper three realms on the surface of the thing department, Master Chen also had to confess, he came across a few words of concern about his body, and he still held the highest salary every day without doing anything.

　　 There are two kinds of people who are the best in the workplace.

　　 Many times, the former has to give way to the latter.

　　 Zhouyi took out a small wine jar and said with a smile: "Brother Zhang, Pingzhen's specialty product has ten years of white pear blossoms. You can try it."

　　 Zhang Cheng sniffed the scent of the wine, and said with satisfaction: "Stop flattering in the morning, what's the matter with you kid?"

　　 Zhouyi asked: "Brother Zhang, I have been more interested in Taoism recently. You are so knowledgeable, how many books do you recommend?"

　　 There are so many stories on the market, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false. In order to make money, many bookstores ask the mountain priests to write a book, and then cover it with a real person. Anyway, Da Gan does not have the copyright.

　　 Rather than distinguishing the true from the false one by one, it is better to ask Zhang Cheng directly.

　　 "The Taoist scriptures are in the house, where I can find them."

　　 Zhang Cheng rummaged through the books piled up like a hill and found a few blue books.

　　 "Quotations from a Quiet Real Man", "Analysis of the Mystery of the Feiyun Mountain King", "Annotation by Cui Gong", "Quotations from a Real Man in the East China Sea"...

　　 "These are my manuscripts, you write down your name, there should be printed copies on the market."

　　 Zhang Cheng praised: "You killed too much in the big prison before. Now read more of the works of the sages, stop anger and kill, cultivate your heart, and you will naturally prolong your life."

　　 "Thank you, Brother Zhang, for your guidance, and take me to copy today's catalog, and then start copying by hand."

　　 "Wozi can teach! A book cannot be read unless it is copied. Copying once is better than reading ten times!"

　　 Zhang Cheng opened the wine jar, took a quick sip, and the rich aroma of wine drifted to the next department.

　　The pear blossoms are white and clear in color, sweet in taste, elegant and plump in the taste. When brewing, they are refined with pear petals and have a pear blossom aroma.

　　 Calculated according to the previous life standard, the whiteness of Pear Blossom is more than 60, which is close to the level of strong alcohol.

　　Dagan has long had the technology of distilling alcohol. Others, such as salt glass, gunpowder cement, etc., have similar or even better technologies, which directly broke Zhou Yi's dream of becoming a rich man.

　　 Zhouyi heard Zhang Cheng's guidance and felt impressed.

　　 "Copying books is so effective. Anyway, there is time. It is better to copy over and over again."

　　 "One is that he can understand the truth in the books of the sages, and the other is that he can sell the copied books. After copying Zhang Cheng's calligraphy for so long, it has become 80 to 90% of the meaning."

　　 Living in Kyoto for more than half a year, I have seen a lot of scholars selling calligraphy on the street. Compared with Zhang Cheng's calligraphy, they are among the best.

　　 Zhang Cheng may not have the talent of everyone in calligraphy, but he has lived long enough, written enough characters, and has a vaguely unique style.

　　 If you concentrate on the development of calligraphy, you may be able to create "Zhang Ti".

　　 "Go to work, fish and copy books, slowly comprehend Yinshen, and still sell money..."

　　 Three birds with one stone!

　　...

　　Tongfu Inn.

　　 Zhouyi stood upright in front of the case, with his wrist hanging in the air, and was copying verbatim "Quotations from a Real Man in the East China Sea".

　　 I have read the twelve Taoist scriptures in the day, and the first volume of this book, "Persuade the Tao", begins with an explanation of what Yin God is.

　　 Essence decays in lewdness, anger exhausted in anger...

　　 The essence does not exist, the light is scattered...

　　 One deification of all gods, one qi into all qi, one to give birth to ten thousand, and one to take ten thousand into one...

　　 Yin god. The soul is clear and clear, gathering and dispersing from the heart, like a dream like a shadow, it is like a ghost...

　　 The content in the quotations of real people is not a complete system. It is composed of various quotations, verses, poems, and famous aphorisms similar to Buddhist scriptures, similar to notes, and slightly messy.

　　 Every time the Zhouyi transcribes, there is a new understanding of the most important key points.

　　 There are books on the market that sell annotated Fubo real-life quotations, which are similar to the feelings of later generations. Zhou Yi chose a few to recite and benefited a lot.

　　 Zhouyi practiced the Huang Ting Taoist scriptures, which can barely be regarded as a Taoist monk, but the basic knowledge is far worse than that of the orthodox Taoist monks.

　　 These annotated Fubo quotations and engraved and published Taoist priests, regardless of their level of cultivation, are at least confident in the classics.

　　 It is a pity that most of them have carried their own private goods. They are suspected of upholding and degrading, elevating their faction status, demeaning competitors, and trying to fool readers into their own Taoist believers.

　　 "A real Taoist person is not really desireless!"

　　 Zhouyi absorbed the essence of it, and then copied the quotations from a real person in Fubo, and gained a lot of new insights.

　　 suddenly.

　　 A gust of wind opened the window, and several pages of the Taoist scriptures just copied were stained with ink.

　　 Zhou Yi frowned slightly, turned to the window, and saw a dozen hunters on the street outside searching for nearby shops.

　　 Close the window and continue copying the book.

　　 After a while, the door of the room was knocked.

　　 Then came the voice of the shopkeeper: "Is Mr. Zhou asleep? Six doors rounds."

　　 Squeak!

　　 Zhou Yi opened the door and noticed that the shopkeeper was followed by five catchers.

The one headed by 　　 wore the standard Tsing Yi, and the other four wore Xuan Yi. When the door was opened, they immediately scanned all corners of the house.

　　 Six doors in Kyoto catch temporary workers in different local counties and counties. They are violent law enforcement agencies at the rank of officials, and the chief executive ranks among the imperial second-tier officials.

　　 The shopkeeper apologized and said, "I'm sorry to disturb Mr. Zhou. This is the Li's head catcher with six doors. A culprit has escaped from the prison and must be searched strictly."

　　 "Well, go in and check."

　　 Zhou Yi stepped aside, and muttered to himself that the six doors were also quick to capture women, and Da Gan was much more open than expected.

　　 The female catcher surnamed Li approached the room to observe, and the four subordinates searched through boxes and cabinets.

　　 "Eh eh, be careful, the official, this is a vase from the Yongchang period, how can the culprits hide in it..."

　　 The shopkeeper carefully put the big vase away. If Zhou Yi remembers it correctly, it should be the second-hand goods collected from the West Market last week. UU reading www.uukanshu. cm

　　 Zhouyi stood in front of the desk and glanced at the roof beam.

　　 Li catching head, who was always observing everyone's expressions, showed a dazed look, and jumped up and down on the beams of the room.

　　 "There are footprints in the dust, there were people here just now!"

　　 At this time.

　　 Someone pushed the door and came in again. He was a middle-aged man in paotang clothes. His eyes were dizzy, and he seemed to have just woke up.

　　 "The shopkeeper drops, what do you get in the middle of the night? I'm sleeping well."

　　 "A thief is coming, you sleep peacefully, and you are not afraid of being stolen!"

　　 The shopkeeper scolded, and introduced: "The newly recruited pavilion in the store, from Yuzhou, doesn't know how to speak Mandarin."

　　 The middle-aged man was startled, and his face was full of horror: "I'll come here obediently, but I have to look for good things!"

　　 Li Catching glanced at the middle-aged man, and continued to observe the marks on the beams of the room, trying to determine the direction of escape.

　　 Zhou Yi looked at the middle-aged man meaningfully. The skin on his face was the same as the real one. When he looked closely, there were still pores and unshaved stubble.

　　 The exposed hands of the middle-aged man have broad palms, swollen joints, rough and dark color, and full of calluses, which are caused by long hours of work.

　　 It's a pity, no matter how true the disguise is, it is useless in the face of spiritual vision.

　　 Zhouyi's eyes flashed, and it was easy to see through the appearance. The middle-aged Yuzhou accent was made by Bai Yutang.

　　 "Exquisite light work, lifelike disguise, no wonder you can run out of the prison."

　　 "You could have escaped today, but the book I worked so hard to copy was destroyed. You must give you a marriage and let you appreciate the dangers in the world!"

　　Zhou Yi applied the technique of looking forward to Qi, and saw the star of Tianxi shining above Bai Yutang's head, and the star of Li catching the head of Hongluan moving.

　　 An intermittent red thread connects the two together.