After Baili Yang and Miao Ge, the results of the next five people did not reach that peak.

Miao Ge was full of confidence, as if he had won the game, and he didn't take Chen Sheng seriously at all.

"The last one..."

The treasure keeper's eyes fell on Chen Sheng with a hint of inquiry. Mo Huan was easy-going, but he had no skills, so they couldn't play together.

Mr. Chen was able to gain recognition from his "good grandson", which showed that his abilities and character were definitely not bad, and he was looking forward to it.

"Is this a method for the Nascent Soul Realm?"

Mr. Chen had a calm expression as he sat down in front of his desk, holding up the True Spirit Book in one hand and studying it carefully.

“Clatter…”

The True Spirit Book flips through the pages, one after another, and the whole process is very coherent, without any sense of pause.

The rhythm of Tao flowed, the faint light shone, and his mind was immersed in a sea of ​​light with words, where wisps of light flowed, brilliant to the extreme.

He stretched out his hand, a ray of light sank into his palm, and then a passage of scripture appeared in his mind.

This is the rhyme of Tao carried by the True Spirit Book, which contains the explanation of Tao by an old monster in the Nascent Soul Realm. The more you understand, the more you can see beyond it.

"Twenty pages in, doesn't he feel any hindrance?"

Baili Yang was quite surprised. Mr. Chen sat at his desk like a studious scholar, flipping through the books very smoothly without any sign of difficulty.

"Uncle, did you help me secretly?"

Mo Huan whispered.

After he finished speaking, a number of obscure eyes looked towards Shouzou Shi. They all had the same idea.

"I can't tamper with the True Spirit Book."

Mo Chen flatly denied it. If Mo Huan had informed him earlier, he would have been unable to resist and might have found a way to help. However, he did not have the True Spirit Book and could only rely on his personal talent. He could not use any other tricks.

"Then what's wrong with him? Won't it cost him energy?"

Miao Ge saw that while Chen Sheng was thinking, he turned the pages back four more times, his movements were extremely relaxed and he was not affected at all.

"Perhaps, he is compatible with the True Spirit Book."

General Huaicheng felt a little powerless. With the emergence of this weirdo Chen Sheng, Miao Ge had no chance.

People like this, when reading the True Spirit Book, do not try to snoop through it by force, or rely on wasting their energy to resist rejection, but are in harmony with the True Spirit Book spiritually, and can use it as they wish, which is naturally simpler than ordinary people can imagine.

“Very interesting and well-meaning!”

Said the kurashi.

He felt a sense of admiration for Mr. Chen. This kind of true moral cultivation is very rare nowadays.

It cannot be said elsewhere, but since such a person has come to the storage room, he will definitely take good care of him.

"As expected of a master."

Mo Huan had been impressed ever since Chen Sheng displayed his superb alchemy skills. He was not surprised at all that Chen Sheng defeated the heir of the Baili lineage, the son of General Huaicheng and other geniuses to win the first place.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, you really impress me."

Jiang Ming's eyes sparkled. He had thought that his connection with Chen Sheng and the commission from Dingzhen Chamber of Commerce were simple and unremarkable, but he had never expected that this person was so amazing and so charming.

“Buzz…”

Chen Sheng was unaware of the thoughts of others. He was immersed in the rhyme of the True Spirit Book. His spiritual platform was shining, like a plain, welcoming the falling rays of light.

"This is the method to condense the Nascent Soul."

As time passed, he suddenly had an epiphany and understood the mystery of the True Spirit Book.

This is indeed a rare superior method. Focusing on the Nascent Soul, one can allow this Dao Fruit to form a second incarnation, which is no different from the real body and greatly increases the combat power.

"So far, I have inherited the True Spirit Book."

After realizing this, he regained consciousness. When he looked at the True Spirit Book again, he no longer felt hazy and could read it at will.

"He actually finished reading the entire True Spirit Book."

In Miao Ge's eyes, Chen Sheng had finished reading the True Spirit Book with clear eyes and a look of great achievement.

He was shocked, angry, and helpless. Whether in terms of length or number of pages, Mr. Chen was undoubtedly the first.

"well……"

Baili Yang and others sighed softly, the outcome was already decided, the gap was too big, they didn't even have a chance to fight for it.

"The result is obvious. The position of the treasurer's subordinate will be held by Mr. Chen."

The look in the keeper's eyes when he saw Chen Sheng showed his extreme satisfaction, so he decided the keeper's subordinates' assignment immediately without any hesitation.

The dust has settled.

"Master, congratulations."

Mo Huan ran over, his face full of joy, as if he had obtained the position of treasure keeper's subordinate.

"Congratulations, fellow Taoist, for getting what you wished for."

Jiang Ming bowed and congratulated him. Mr. Chen's journey had been full of twists and turns, with many hassles, requests for help, and defeat of opponents, and finally he was satisfied.

In joy, Miao Ge and others quietly left the stage. This joy and excitement had nothing to do with them.

The treasure keeper Shi Mochen came up and spoke to Chen Sheng for a few words. He gave him an identity certificate so that he could enter and leave the imperial city.

The other one was to tell Chen Sheng the rules of guarding the storage room, that he was not allowed to leave on normal days, that he had four days of vacation per month, and how much his salary was.

Afterwards, Chen returned to Huanyi Lane and spent a night preparing so that he could hide in the storage room the next day.

…

The carriage went and came back, and stopped in the laundry alley. Butler Zhao heard the noise and opened the door to welcome them.

"Sir, have you obtained the position of the treasure keeper?"

He saw that Chen Sheng and others had a sense of "triumph" in their hearts, and they were secretly happy, so they asked with a smile.

“Got it.”

Mr. Chen nodded.

This matter concerns him, but Butler Zhao has taken it very seriously from beginning to end, calling it "the butler's self-cultivation." Now that his wish has been fulfilled, he must be informed.

"Congratulations, sir, you got what you wanted."

Sure enough, Butler Zhao was delighted after hearing this, and he walked with a lighter step.

"From now on, I won't be able to come back every day, so you have to keep this place safe for me."

Mr. Chen explained the rules of guarding the storage room. They could take four days off a month and had to stay in the imperial city for the rest of the time. This courtyard would have to be looked after by housekeeper Zhao.

"I'll take care of the yard."

Butler Zhao bowed and listened to the instructions, then he swept the yard. There was nothing else to do, so he said, "I am very happy today, why don't I prepare a banquet for you gentlemen to have a few drinks?"

He thought that Mo Huan and Jiang Ming were both talented people with good family backgrounds. It was a good thing that Chen Sheng could get along well with them.

"Can."

Jiang Ming had seen how powerful Chen Sheng was and wanted to make friends with such a person. Moreover, they had similar personalities, so he became even more satisfied.

"I'll pay for the drinks."

Mo Huan was even more direct. He took out a storage bag and asked Butler Zhao to go buy some wine quickly. He said he would not return until he was drunk.

The lights were just coming on, and the soft glow illuminated the courtyard. Three handsome young men were toasting each other, and their harmony seemed as if they were depicted in a painting.

Mr. Chen hadn't been so happy for a long time. The "Eternal Master" revered by the border areas made him feel so high up that when he spoke to people he was familiar with, there was a layer of distance between them.

This is the natural majesty of a teacher.

There was no such barrier when he was with Mo Huan and Jiang Ming. Although in his opinion, the two were very immature, it was indeed comfortable without the pressure of rules.

He himself is not a person who cares about hierarchy, but equality. What is happening tonight is exactly what he wants.

"I haven't felt this relaxed in a long time."

Jiang Ming sighed.

Mo Huan said softly, although he was indifferent to love, it was undeniable that it was one of the great pleasures in life. Jiang Ming's romantic and free and easy style had attracted the envy of countless heroes.

"Brothers are at odds with each other, and people are cold and indifferent. Where can I find true freedom? I am just escaping."

Perhaps it was because he was drunk, or maybe Jiang Ming really regarded Chen Sheng and Mo Huan as friends, he opened his heart and expressed his worries.

Such a huge mansion could not accommodate brotherly love. He had seen it many times. If he had not gotten involved in the romantic life, he would have been dealt with by his eldest and second brothers.

"It seems that I am still free and easy."

Mo Huan muttered to himself, and was about to refine a pill for the two of them to liven up the fun, but was stopped by Chen Sheng. If the furnace exploded, it would be too much fun.

After this incident, the depressed mood that had just arisen was immediately dispelled and the atmosphere became cheerful again.

…

The next day.

Mr. Chen said hello to Jiang Ming, Mo Huan and Butler Zhao, and happily went to perform his duties.

It was still the majestic and tall imperial city. He was finally able to come and go as he pleased. He showed the jade token of the treasure keeper's subordinate, walked through the gate, and came to the treasure keeper's room.

"Lord Shuzoushi."

In the storage room, he saw an old man, Mo Chen, whom he met yesterday, and bowed to him.

"Xiao Chen, there are no rules in the storage room. You can read the books in the outer circle if you want, but don't touch those with restrictions."

Mo Chen briefly explained, then waved his hand and said, "It's alright for now. You should get familiar with the storage room and meet your colleagues first."

He is a high-level cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage and is quite old, so there is indeed nothing wrong with calling him "Xiao Chen".

"Colleague?"

Mr. Chen nodded, then looked around. All he saw was a dense collection of books, and no sign of his colleagues at all.

"In the pile of books, there are idle people."

Mo Chen said casually.

"I understand."

Mr. Chen finally understood why the position of the keeper of the treasury belonged to the "noble and noble" class. It was indeed an excellent job.

When you have nothing to do on weekdays, you can read Taoist scriptures. Even if you don’t have any real power, you have a salary. What else can you ask for?

"Longpingzhou, Dayuan County, Burning City."

Mr. Chen plunged into the storage room, where the Taoist scriptures were as vast as the sea, and he was absorbed in exploring them. He unexpectedly saw the record of "burning the city" and picked up a book at random.

Afterwards, he had an understanding of the origin of the burned city, its geographical location, the outstanding talents of all ages, and the distribution of its surroundings.

"You've come to the right place..."

Mr. Chen firmly believed that wherever he went, he would leave traces. Even if the secrets of the Yuanliang Dynasty were hidden deeply, he could still glimpse clues from the huge secrets, and then slowly sort out the clues and put an end to everything.

A corner of the storage room.

A young man sat on a long bench, leaning against a bookshelf in a lazy posture, holding a jade flute in his hand, which was crystal clear and exuded a trace of precious aura.

"Is this the new colleague?"

Xiao Feng saw Chen Sheng approaching, his lazy figure straightened up slightly, and nodded.

"Hello, fellow Taoist."

Mr. Chen bowed.

"No need to be so polite. There are no rules in the storage room."

Xiao Feng waved his hands, his clothes fluttering, and the jade flute made a soft sound in the wind, looking indescribably free and easy.

"This is?"

The precious light of the jade flute was flowing, and it was hard not to attract attention. Chen Sheng also saw that there were faint array patterns floating around Xiao Feng, which was clearly a concealing array.

"Practicing the flute."

Xiao Feng did not hide. There were only two or three people in the huge storage room. When they got tired of reading, they had to find something to do.

"There really are no rules in the storage room."

In the quiet place, while setting up the battle array and practicing playing the Xiao, Chen finally understood the true meaning of what the treasure keeper Shi and Xiao Feng said, that there are not too many rules in the treasure keeper room.

This area is really quiet and is a rare place for practicing.

"Since you're new here, let me play a tune for you."

Xiao Feng was in a good mood, so he played a tune. Beautiful sounds came out from the jade flute and echoed in the area.

His figure was lazy, but his expression was serious, with a light shining in his eyes. He was immersed in the world of music that he had created for himself.

In a trance, the vast collection of books in the storage room disappeared, and was replaced by a sea of ​​bamboos, swaying slightly in the wind. Xiao Feng was one of the bamboos, without any vulgarity, standing proudly in the sky and breeze.

The song ends...

"The tune is clear and bright, like the breeze and the bright moon, free and unrestrained, just like the Taoist's state of mind, open-minded and magnanimous, truly a gentleman in the wild."

Chen Sheng praised Xiao Feng, and the music sounded like his true voice. Xiao Feng was truly a gentleman with an open mind.

"Hahaha……"

Hearing this, Xiao Feng laughed loudly, looked at Chen Sheng with eyes full of joy, and said: "You know me, the storage room is not lonely anymore."

He was really happy, not because he was praised, but because Mr. Chen understood him and was like a confidant to whom he could confide his feelings.

This feeling is very strange, indescribable, and cannot be measured by time. Some people have been together for half their lives, but their friendship is still dull, while some people only meet once and feel that they should have met earlier.

“Thank you.”

Mr. Chen chuckled. There was a sense of cleanliness in the sound of Xiao Feng's flute. With more than a thousand years of experience, he could hear it clearly.

"Judging from your insights, perhaps you have also studied the way of music."

Then, Xiao Feng pulled Chen Sheng and sat on the long bench, without any trace of strangeness as if they had just met.

"really."

Mr. Chen nodded.

"Let me listen, maybe I can give you some advice."

Xiao Feng is not bragging about the way of music. He has already grasped the essence of it and is more than capable of giving guidance to others.

"Not very good."

Mr. Chen said silently.

"Don't worry, I won't laugh at you."

Xiao Feng thought that Chen Sheng was just shy. After all, his flute skills were so good that it would be difficult for the latter to surpass him.

He didn't care much about the level of musicality. As long as Chen Sheng understood his feelings and found a fellow musician, that was great.

"Oh well."

Having said this, Mr. Chen no longer refused. He turned his hand over, revealing the suona in his hand, which was dusty and inconspicuous.

Seeing this item, Xiao Feng was stunned. He somewhat understood Chen Sheng's excuse. This musical instrument was indeed not very elegant and was a bit too down-to-earth.

"Woo woo woo"

Chen Sheng held the suona, feeling a sense of connection with his spirit and intention. This thing was an ordinary thing, but later it was nourished by his artistic conception and gradually became extraordinary, and it was actually a strange magical instrument.

Then, he started to play. There was no specific tune, just a simple remembrance. However, there were too many people who had passed away over the thousand years, and it gave a feeling as heavy as the sky.

Those past events, those disappeared people, are all buried in my heart.

end.

He finally came out, with a lingering aftertaste and a sense of detachment. He looked to the future and his heart was towards the light.

(End of this chapter)