"Boss, do you have any spare copies of the book 'Letter to Brother Daoist on the Great Thunder Shore'?"

Inner city, Fuwen Hall.

In the two-story bookstore, there are mountains of thread-bound books piled up on the horizontal bookshelves.

Sparse sunlight filtered in through the mottled wooden window frames, causing specks of dust in the air to swirl and land on the book's title page.

At this time, at the gate of Fuwentang, a woman with a face like a lotus, eyebrows like willows, and snow-white skin with a slightly sickly look was looking at the bookstore owner with her charming eyes, somewhat helplessly.

The shopkeeper smiled and bowed, saying,

"Miss, please don't worry. This travel journal was borrowed a few days ago. I saw the record and it should be returned today. If you are fine, you may wait a little longer."

The woman nodded, swayed her lotus steps, walked to the side, and casually flipped through the pile of books on the counter that had been returned but not sorted out.

Strangely enough, "A Letter to My Taoist Brother on Climbing the Great Thunder Shore" was originally a little-known travelogue.

He is a martial artist who has achieved perfect essence-locking. In search of a chance to break through, he ventures into the wilderness, treks through mountains and rivers, glimpses the magnificent view of the Earth Gate, gazes at the lonely clouds in the sky, and finally after breaking through the realm of nourishing the spirit, he compiles what he has seen and heard into a book and gives it to a friend who is practicing Taoism.

In the past, it had been gathering dust at the bottom of the bookshelf and was rarely checked out in a year or two.

But she came several times and couldn't borrow any books.

And there are many similar travel notes, all of which have been borrowed out one after another.

According to the owner of Fu Wen Tang, they seemed to have been borrowed by one person.

For a moment, she couldn't help but feel a little curious about this person who she had never met but who had repeatedly "borrowed her things first".

After a moment, her maid carefully pulled her sleeve.

She looked up in surprise and saw a man in a loose coat coming over and returning a book.

The title of the book is "A Letter to My Taoist Brother after Climbing the Great Thunder Shore".

In order to avoid offending others, she did not immediately go forward to borrow the book, but waited for the man to return the book and go upstairs to find the book, and then walked slowly to the counter.

She borrowed a book and roughly flipped through it, and she noticed that there were many paperweights on the thick books to press down the papers to prevent them from wrinkling.

It seems to indicate that the borrower is a bookworm.

"Boss, does the young man just now also live nearby?" the woman asked in a clear and gentle voice.

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, then sneered, "How dare that man be called a young master by a young lady! He comes at the same time every day, and he wears the same linen coat every time. He also has a faint smell of filth on his body. I think he is probably a manure collector... a night incense seller."

The one pouring night incense?

Hearing this, the woman became even more curious.

A man carrying buckets of manure, his muscles and bones exhausted, doing miscellaneous chores, but he runs to the study all day long?

It seems that the main house's task load is not saturated...

The woman smiled brightly, but didn't think any more about it, nor did she intend to go over and strike up a conversation.

When we meet by chance, a knowing smile is enough.

She turned and left Fu Wen Tang and got on an ordinary carriage on the street.

The maid left some money for borrowing the book and hurried over.

…

Li Qinglin walked down the stairs quickly, holding a few thread-bound books.

"Shopkeeper, do you have any travel notes, miscellaneous books, or commandments written by Yangshen Wushi?"

The shopkeeper took the book, checked the loan amount, and replied casually, "Yes."

Li Qinglin was overjoyed when he heard this and immediately asked, "Where is the book?"

The shopkeeper raised his head and said with a smile,

"If you want, I can get you some books from the neighboring Luoshui County. Our Fuwentang is a chain bookstore. Not only the books written by Yangshen martial artists, but also the documents written by immortals are all included in Fuwentang."

When he heard the price, Li Qinglin's mouth twitched. He felt helpless and was immediately persuaded to withdraw.

Manager Wang did all kinds of bad things, but before he died, he still did one good thing.

Li Qinglin was transferred to pour night incense, which gave him the opportunity to leave the house.

Although there are time limits, with Li Qinglin's current strength, he can go there and come back quickly, borrow books from Fu Wen Tang, and then go home.

In any era, the books written by our predecessors with their knowledge and painstaking efforts are a great spiritual tonic for future generations.

Li Qinglin wanted to find more information about the false dragon fish, the pale yellow light, and even the underground water palace from the book.

This is also the disadvantage of not having a master to teach. He has to do everything by himself, guessing like a headless fly. If he had a master to guide him, a casual mention would be enough to help Li Qinglin break through his confusion.

"But are there cheaper ones? Um, we don't have to buy those bizarre and shocking travelogues written by martial arts masters! " Li Qinglin asked.

The shopkeeper thought for a moment after hearing this, then suddenly remembered something. He bent down and pulled out a thin booklet from a thick pile of books under the counter.

"Here, take a look at this book. It was found in a pile of rubble in the wilderness by a man who was serving as a pioneer. It contains all sorts of inexplicable and weird things."

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Li Qinglin's eyes suddenly lit up and he subconsciously took the booklet.

"Sincerely, two taels of silver."

Li Qinglin's eyes suddenly widened and he said in a lost voice: "So expensive?!"

"expensive?"

The shopkeeper glanced meaningfully at Li Qinglin's developed chest muscles that could not be completely covered by his loose coat, his thick shoulders, and his back that looked like it was about to grow wings under his armpits.

Then he said quietly, "Just now, the nobles in the city sent a message that they wanted to read some interesting books.

If you are interested, you can illustrate books such as "Bian Yu Chai", "Yichun Fragrance", "Longyang Yishi" and serve as a human model..."

Snap!

Li Qinglin slammed the two silver coins on the table.

He picked up the thin volume and several other books, turned around and ran away quickly with big strides like a shooting star.

Also an illustrator and a model?

Li Qinglin never read the Spring and Autumn Annals, and he knew nothing about Midnight Man-Slaughter, Green to the End, Glazed Fox, etc. How could he do such a dirty thing that hurts innocent people? ! ...

"You kid, you're always out of breath every time you pour the night fragrance. You need to exercise your body. You can't be so weak!"

"That's right, learn from you guys, you can run a horse on your arms! You have such a small body, wow..."

Wang’s house, back door.

Several doormen laughed and joked as they looked at Li Qinglin, who was carrying an empty bucket on his shoulder with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

"Yes, yes, you brothers are right. I am busy all day long and have no time to practice martial arts."

Li Qinglin bent over, half of his body tucked into his coat, and said with an apologetic smile on his face.

A few people smelled the pungent odor of filth, checked it briefly, opened the lid of the barrel, and quickly waved their hands to let Li Qinglin in.

After Li Qinglin left, one of the doormen clasped a short knife in his hands, leaned against the pillar, and said to someone beside him, "I say, Old Zhou, was that night really that scary? Did it make you give up your knife and practice sword instead? Are you just going to give up the sword skills you've learned over ten years?"

"What a pity. You were a favorite of Steward Wang before, but after this incident, you were sent to guard the gate."

The man called Lao Zhou looked a little dazed when he heard this, and the bottom of his pupils seemed to reflect the sword light as bright as a meteor in the dark room late that night.

The blade flashed like an antelope's horn, fierce and domineering.

He smiled bitterly: "I'm so scared that I don't dare to use a knife."

"I'll just practice sword skills and guard the back door from now on, that's good..."

(End of this chapter)