Li Banfeng wanted to go to the Dark Star Bureau to fight with A Yu again.
This time, with Xiao Qianshou as his subordinate, the family's strength has increased a lot, but my wife has fallen into a deep sleep and is not in the best condition.
And according to the old man, if the whole family eats here, Lai Wu Ju will also benefit. If she and A Yu work together from inside and outside, Sui Shen Ju can't resist, the situation will be dangerous then.
No train?
Li Banfeng weighed his current combat power and felt that he was being a little too arrogant.
His skills have improved a lot, but his cultivation is lacking. No matter whether he is cultivating at home or traveling, at this stage of the fourth level of Yunshang, there is still a lot of room for improvement. He is still a little short of the quality to compete with people like Ayu.
Go and absorb some more popularity and see to what extent the combat power can be improved.
The popularity of Xiaodu and Wubiancheng has just been absorbed, so they can still be maintained for a while.
It’s about time that Green Water City and Haichiling’s popularity was accepted.
But Li Banfeng was a little worried about Tiemenbao. He didn’t know whether the Brotherhood Alliance would come again.
The clerk said, "A bookseller."
Once I leave the Lu Family Bookstore, Chen Rongqing's whereabouts will be well under control, and I can quickly get from one bookstore to another.
Shen Yuanxue nodded slightly: "It's true that he has rare talent outside the Taoist sect."
Every time you read those foul words he wrote, you felt like a thorn in your back, unable to swallow your food, and you kept wondering why such a scum like him came from your family.
When he broke into the study at night, Mr. He thought he had a grudge with Shen Yuanxue, but now that he encountered something, he thought that Chen Rong was willing to give him a reminder.
Shen Rongqing's eyes widened for a while, those were all bad books.
What do we want to do by running to your house and scribbling in the middle of the night?
I followed the ink trail and it was impossible for me to walk back to the study in ten steps, but I had only taken two steps when He Jiaqing approached me.
"Qingyu Poetry Collection" is one of Mr. Lu's earliest poetry collections, which includes many excellent works of poets. The poetry collection in the old man's hand is in very bad condition, with many folded pages and missing corners, but that version is very common and is the first edition of the poetry collection.
"Shu Wanjuan," Mr. He stared at the cover, "What a bad name, the smell of ink is so strong."
Before speaking, the old man was trembling, half because of being moved and half because of heartache.
But I want to kill Chen Rongqing, and I also want to get something out of Shenyuan School.
Mo Chunxuan didn't have a newspaper, so he looked up old newspapers and only found some news: "Iron Gate Fort had a conflict with Feiying Mountain before, but that was news two years later."
The old man smiled and said, "If you think you have enough money, just take it back and look at it. It doesn't matter if you give him money. Just think of it as a gift from you."
When reporting on missing someone, Ah Hui played a song: "Lovesickness, lovesickness, it's a bottomless pit, I don't eat or drink, my pillow is hot, the more I think about it, the more it hurts~"
"Thank you, young master," Shen Rongqing walked to a corner of the study and lifted a curtain. "Our store has always been taken care of by you, but there is no bad way to repay you. Please listen to a song."
The weather was very hot and a layer of white mist formed under the old man's eyes. He took off his glasses and wiped them.
Chen Rongqing splashed the ink in the inkstone and retreated out of the yard. His figure followed the ink and came to the door of the western-style building.
Upon hearing that, He Jiaqing's face looked grim. My fingers trembled, and a piece of text rushed towards Chen Rongqing. The word "knife" was accompanied by a knife, the word "fire" was emitting fire, and there were not even two words "poison" yet, and seven of them were emitting smoke. They surrounded Chen Rongqing and used their own methods.
Shen Yuanxue smiled nervously: "It's a big deal, it's worth mentioning, junior, can you ask the court for more manpower? Do you think we should open up the wasteland faster?"
"Thank you for your praise, Master. If there is anything I can do for you, I will let you know first."
He Jiaqing waved his hand, and thousands of books on the bookshelf unfolded at once, and countless words gushed out.
"Would you like to take a look?"
Ah Hui's voice came from the radio: "Winter is coming. Dear listeners, please hurry up and prepare for winter supplies and be prepared for the closure of the mountains due to the light snow.
However, there was no evidence to support the news; they were just rumors heard from the local area. Seeing Mr. He's attitude, Mo Chunxuan also wanted to explain less.
Mr. He really felt that it was fast: "Young man, the longer the night, the fewer dreams. It will be good for all of us if we finish the job sooner."
"Can he tell me who succeeded?"
The old man pursed his lips and said, "The remaining eighty-seven volumes are outside your house. Take them with you..."
Prozhou gritted his teeth and looked back and forth at the two people behind him.
He Jiaqing suddenly turned into a pile of ink.
Just after seven seconds, Shen Yuanxue let the words return to their original positions and stood up suddenly.
Shen Yuanxue said: "Young man, Li Yi can stir up a lot of trouble if he fights alone, but we have the imperial court behind us."
Shen Rongqing took out a book from his bosom. It was the unfinished manuscript of the eighth volume of "Shu Wanjuan". Shen Rongqing turned to a page of blank paper and collected all the text around it.
At 4:30 in the evening, when Chen Rongqing was about to close the bookstore, an old man wearing a blue gown, a purple scarf, and a pair of round-framed glasses left the bookstore.
White lacquer is fine, and white background with white characters is fine too! Chen Rongqing dipped a brush into white lacquer and prepared to write the sign directly under the ink. As soon as he wrote the word "Lu", the white ink immediately covered the white characters.
Shen Yuanxue said: "Master, you are too kind. Did you expect that Master would also use that trick to deceive people, and use it more skillfully than Xi Xiu."
And hanging a plaque on the eight-story house may not be enough to serve as a study.
Who contacted me just now? A lot of people know about that incident now?
Shen Rongqing looked at an eight-story western-style house on the side of the road. It had a unique shape and was not at all literary.
Shen Yuanxue's eyes flashed with coldness, and he instantly wanted to kill Shen Yuanxue. My body has recovered a little, and now I am not sure I can kill Mr. He.
"That's not necessarily true," He Jiaqing returned the eighty-seven volumes of the Qingyu Poetry Collection to the bottom of the bookshelf, "I'll tell you what happened between him and Mr. He, and you let him go immediately."
"Wen Cheng, I never thought that after so many years, he still loves reading so much. He seems to have lost his duty as a Taoist."
According to He Jiaqing's calculations, if it exceeds ten seconds, Shen Rongqing will turn into a pile of ashes.
But when you go out of the house, the scene is completely different.
Mr. He stood beside the bookshelf and took a look. A book called "Shu Wanjuan" attracted his attention.
Mo Chunxuan told Master He about what happened to Li Banfeng in Tiemenbao. Master He's face turned pale and he said, "Inform us and you can handle the matter yourself."
Chen Rongqing shook his head: "My disciple once went to Shengxian Peak to try to seize the imperial seal, but failed."
"Sir, are you here to buy a book?" Even if the shop was about to close, Shen Yuanxue would still agree to accept such a customer.
Chen Rongqing said: "You are thinking too much."
Chen Rongqing took out seven small dollars and stuffed them into the old man's hand.
He Jiaqing was shocked. Li Yi was also involved in the retreat. Did I also know about the Xindi incident? Could it be that Li Yi, Mr. He, and Zhou Wencheng were all accomplices?
"Wen Cheng, he really knows, he knows what is good and what is bad!"
Chen Rongqing smiled: "Master, you are too kind. Since the day you defected to the inner state, you have already lost your reputation."
But He Jiaqing wanted Chen Rongqing to escape just like that. I waved my hand and called for a brush, picked up the brush and wrote a hundred or so "chaos" characters.
Mr. He said, "That's free. The book fee and the newspaper fee will be included in the bill."
The old man lives in Yuanzhufang, south of Lvshui City, which is the old city area. The houses there are relatively dilapidated. The old man does not have a large courtyard, but only two bungalows. The traces of repairs on the house are even fewer than the patches on the old man's clothes.
Chen Rongqing nodded repeatedly: "The fact that you can smell the scent of ink shows that you are talented. The book tells about the strange stories that a bookstore owner encountered."
"Disciple, I really do know."
But Shen Jiming is her cousin, so it's not easy to say this too bluntly, and Li Banfeng is indeed doing things according to Mr. He's requirements.
After leaving the bookstore, Shen Yuanxue looked solemn and returned to the film company. However, I didn't notice that there was no familiar face in the distance of the bookstore.
Listening to the song, veins on Mr. He's forehead were throbbing.
Shen Yuanxue smiled and said, "Yu Yaoming has bad eyesight. That's a new book."
Chen Rongqing is indeed an ordinary person, and he only thinks about what Shen Yuanxue is thinking about. But today, when I showed him the record player, Mr. He understood what it meant.
Turning on the switch, Shen Rongqing adjusted the knob and slowly received the radio station.
Shen Rongqing waved his hand, signaling the waiter to send Shen Jiming back to the seventh floor.
Chen Rongqing took out an inkstone from his sleeve and threw out the ink outside the inkstone, leaving a line of ink on the ground, crossing the buildings in the deep alley and extending to the Fuyun Trail in the east.
Mo Chunxuan said, "We planted the seeds of love in our hearts. Now that the truth has been revealed, we naturally want revenge. Can we be considered arrogant?"
I did see Shen Rong, but I saw that there was an eight-foot-tall house missing outside my house. There was a plaque hanging under the small door of the house, and seven words were written under the plaque: Lu Family Study.
In fact, there is no other news except the one you found. At that time, under the leadership of the fort lord, Tiemen launched a counterattack against Feiying Mountain, which was actually slightly different from Tiemen Fort's previous actions.
Shen Jiming came to Ling's Film Company with scars all over his body, stood in front of Shen Rongqing and complained.
He Jiaqing sighed: "Let's just mention this for now. Ask him again, is the imperial seal in his possession?"
He Jiaqing nodded slightly.
Chen Rongqing's face turned pale. The old man behind him was my mentor, He Jiaqing.
The old man pulled a chair and sat behind Chen Rongqing's face: "We were so young master and disciple, you also gave him something decent, that room full of books, just consider it as a small token of your appreciation."
Mr. He walked out of the woods and grabbed the button.
Outside the Lu family study, He Jiaqing was really unsure of what he could do, but now that he was at the house, things were less likely to go wrong.
If I want to build a library, I have done it. The texts outside the books are enough.
Li Banfeng held his head high, not ashamed. I thought Chinese studies were complaining about us being useless, but Mr. He was concerned about another issue:
The complete set of "New Words of Falling Flowers", the unrevised "Record of Broken Glass Images", the first edition of "New Words of Qingshan", and even Chen Rongqing's "Xiu Shuang Collection" which had not been changed in his early years were all under the bookshelf.
Chen Rongqing knew that the old man had to sell it: "For that volume, you give seven small dollars. If you sell the whole set, you give eight hundred small dollars."
Teacher Song must be clear about that matter. In the past, we were all concerned about right and wrong, but now our family is working for the Brotherhood Alliance. Your actions are equivalent to betraying your brothers, and you must give an explanation!
Bang!
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The old man raised his head and said: "You don't have any of the eighty-eight volumes, but......"
Mr. He smiled and said, "It's hard to find because there is so much information. If we check the information of Paramount, we will know when to find it."
Shen Rongqing pounded on the table following the music: "Yu Yaoming, that song is wrong, right?"
The reason why He Jiaqing was broken apart just now was because Li Yi kicked me.
The old man raised his head and said, "You are a book lover. Take any book you want and read it."
Chen Rongqing felt that adding a fake love interest into the movie would be exposed sooner or later, and it was reasonable that he would be beaten after being exposed.
Chen Rongqing frowned and said, "Master, such a generous gift, I'm afraid you can't accept it, right?"
He Jiaqing looked towards the Lu family library, and the left eyebrow of his head raised heavily.
Shen Rongqing personally followed the old man to the outside of the house.
Shen Rongqing's figure was submerged in the text. The number of words was tens of millions. It was impossible to resist with just a manuscript.
"Tell Jiaqing about that right away, brother. Go get some money to treat the wounds of the brothers."
"Shu Wanjuan" is Chen Rongqing's new work, which tells the experience of a bookstore owner. There is not much description about the bookstore in the book, but Chen Rongqing built a Lu family book house based on those text descriptions.
"Wen Cheng, you want to embarrass him today. I just want to ask him one thing. What did Mr. He come to see him for during the day?"
Every word hit Shen Yuanxue's heart, but Shen Rongqing was not angry. Instead, he took the initiative to ask for punishment: "My disciple's behavior is bad, and it is indeed necessary to stay in Master's sect. Master should have you as his disciple. Everything you do now has something to do with Master."
"There has never been any affair between you and me. If Master believes it, I have something to say."
I picked up the brush, ready to paint a plaque under the rain shed behind the door, a small amount of ink came and smeared the plaque painted by Chen Rongqing with white paint.
After writing several times, Chen Rongqing was once again surrounded by layers of words.
Chen Rongqing was not embarrassed: "Yu Yaoming, that's too bad. Check, has there ever been a newspaper in Tiemenbao?"
Whenever he encountered something abnormal, Mr. He never took it lightly. On the afternoon of the seventh day, I went to the Lu Family Bookstore and asked Chen Rongqing to help me check the news about Tiemenbao that had not been closed in the newspapers in the past two years.
Chen Rong looked at the volume of poetry and asked, "Old sir, is that the only volume?"
When Shen Rongqing was about to leave, eighty-seven volumes of "Qingyu Poetry Collection" flew out from under the bookshelf, blocking Shen Rongqing's way.
He Jiaqing stretched out his hand, and a copy of Xiushuang Collection flew up from under the bookshelf. I opened one of the pages and fumbled with the words below:
Chen Rongqing shook his head repeatedly: "Sir, you are joking. Since you hate the book, you can ask someone to send it to you."
Is it too late to kill Mr. He and silence him now?
Chen Rongqing retracted his hand and turned to look at the old man.
The old man's face turned even redder.
Upon hearing that, Shen Jiming felt ashamed. I am an academic and it is insulting to scholars. I was indeed rude just now, but I guess Shen Yuanxue would ignore the old gentleman.
How come my bookstore is not there?
Before listening to the end, Mr. He found that Mo Chunxuan had been vague about the matter: "When you finished, you thought it was the local gods who beat them, but you didn't expect that they were beaten by the house repairmen."
Still no way to get out?
"Not bad either." He Jiaqing nodded slightly.
The first edition focused on quality, not quantity. At that time, all the poems and essays that were not well-known in Mr. Lu were collected and returned. In the process of sorting, the predecessors eliminated some so-called dross according to their own cognitive standards, resulting in an increasing number of poems and essays. By the current version on the market, the number of poems and essays
It is still half of the first edition, which actually increases the value of the first edition.
From the moment the old man stepped out of the door, Shen Yuanxue felt that I was very arrogant, but He Jiaqing understood Shen Rongqing's temperament, knew that I loved books, and insulted scholars, so he pretended to be a down-and-out scholar and tricked Shen Rongqing out of the bookstore.
The old man raised his head, his eyes red, and asked: "Are you serious?"
"Sister, we suffered a great loss this time. Everyone came back injured, and there is also a brother from the Ghost Hand Sect whose whereabouts are still unknown. This matter needs an explanation."
The buttons on Mr. He's chest trembled, and he quickly apologized to He Jiaqing: "I don't have any trivial matters to deal with, and I will excuse myself for a moment."
A piece of text turned into He Jiaqing himself, and said to Shen Yuanxue: "Wencheng, let's consider the relationship between teacher and student. Give him another chance. Who is he..."
My clothes were old and faded from washing, with patches in many places, and it looked as if I was not well off, but I kept them very clean, and my hair was combed in a mess, with an elegance that only scholars possessed.
The old man blushed and said, "You are here to sell books."
Mr. He was discussing some matters with He Jiaqing at the new site. Without the small support from Neizhou, Shen Yuanxue worked at full speed to open up the new site. I had opened up nearly half of the 18 new sites.
He Jiaqing was not worried: "It's not so slow to open up new land. When Li Yi first opened up Yiqiu City, things were also done so slowly."
"Have you seen that book?"
He Jiaqing was surprised for a moment, then understood the reason.
Chen Rongqing clutched the manuscript, thinking of a countermeasure.
But Shen Yuanxue really did expect that you would publicly discredit Mr. He outside the radio station.
In Yuanzhufang, Shen Yuanxue, who was planning to return to Yaowanggou Book House, suddenly appeared outside the deep alley, disrupting the route between the book houses, and Shen Rongqing went in the wrong direction.
Mr. He shook his head and said, "If it's free, you should buy it. Please look for the newspaper quickly. I will send it to you before you find it."
Beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead, and when Mr. He reappeared, Shen Yuanxue's expression immediately returned to normal.
There was a room full of books, all of which had been trained by He Jiaqing, and Shen Rongqing had almost no chance of escaping.
PS: Li Yi has a dark dimension space in Yuanzhufang, where the deed of Green Water City is buried. For details, please see Chapter 777.
The old man took out a copy of "Qingyu Poetry Collection" and gave it to Shen Rongqing.
He Jiaqing shook his head and said, "He should think about himself with his teacher."
"You...are thinking badly!"
Chen Rongqing was also muttering in his heart, what was Li Yi doing there? Was it to pass on the imperial seal?
Shen Yuanxue said: "I came to you to buy some newspapers, a set of books, and a record. Is there anything else I can do?"
Outside the Lu Family Book House, no one could be at a disadvantage in a fight with Shen Rongqing.
The old man nodded and said, "As long as the price is right, I will sell it."
"You bastard! Do you really know whether to live or die?" He Jiaqing gritted his teeth and said, "If the news leaks out, what will be the consequences if he knows about that matter?"
The outside of the house was very clean. There were bookshelves that did not reach the ceiling on both sides of the wall, and all kinds of books were placed chaotically under the shelves.
"Wen Cheng, in terms of cultivation, he is the lowest among your disciples, and in terms of character, he is the worst among your disciples.
The song is called
"You must have been beaten by Song Qianhun. You should come to me to reason with me about that. But if you were beaten by a resident cultivator, that would be abnormal. How could the resident cultivators in Tiemenbao not be so arrogant?"
"Whether you are honest or not, he can't confront Mr. He."
Although Shen Yuanxue once raided the Lu family's study at night, the two never spoke of it openly.
At night, Mr. He returned to the film company, found Li Banfeng, and asked me to tell him what had happened again.
Those "chaotic" characters quickly permeated the eight-foot study. Looking at the distortion and deformation of the study, He Jiaqing smiled.
Shen Yuanxue walked up from the seventh floor and looked at the old man for a while.
He Jiaqing frowned. Looking at Mr. He's expression and listening to my tone, he knew something minor must have happened.
Mr. He thought that Chen Rongqing was going to play some music on the record player, but when he lifted the curtain, he saw a radio outside the corner of the study.
He Jiaqing flicked his finger, and the words under the scroll turned into physical objects one by one, surrounding Chen Rongqing: "He said such words, but where is his conscience? If you had taught him everything you know, how could he not have achieved what he has today? Just because you were his master and disciple, he knows how much reputation you have lost?"
Mr. He left the woods, and the characters "eye" and "ear" appeared under a tree.
In Boss Lu's eyes, the people who can receive the radio are all complicated. They are either electricians or do not have the magic weapon to repair electricians.
I know that Ah Hui misses Teacher Song, and I also know that Teacher Song has no prejudice against me.
"Yu Yaoming, please wait a moment. The radio station will start playing music soon."
Has the matter of the new land been exposed?
It was all my fault that things had come to that point. This thief repented and felt at ease!
Mr. He nodded slightly: "It sounds bad, don't you have a record of that song?"
Master He was pleased: "Flying Eagle Mountain has no conflicts with Iron Gate every year. How much money do we extort from Iron Gate Fort every year? Is that news?"
When did those house repairmen become so reasonable? Rong Qing, should he go check and see if anything happened in Tiemenbao?"
The clerk explained: "It's obvious that the old man is not a scholar. If a scholar had nowhere to go, how could he be willing to sell books? Your boss wants to save some face for me. You keep staring at him, so the old man must be thinking less about himself."
"There are still books to buy, but he wants to leave. Can he get away?" Did He Jiaqing boast that I don't have any natural skills, but every word can be my weapon and also my substitute.
Shen Jiming asked the waiter: "Who is that person?"
You bad thief, it is obvious that he stole the land, but he still holds his head high and claims that it is all legitimate.
"Master, do you insist on sparing your disciple's life?" Shen Yuanxue held the manuscript, his fingertips constantly turning the pages.
Shen Yuanxue spoke.
Master He bowed and said, "Calm down, young man. What if the news leaks out? You are reclaiming wasteland out there with the permission of the court, and you are reclaiming wasteland out there with the permission of the peddler. We are both doing things in a legitimate way, so why should we have so few concerns?"
A piece of text regrouped into He Jiaqing in a dozen meters. I turned my head to look at where I was and found Li Yi wearing a suit and a top hat, glaring at me.
"Jiaqing, what happened?"
Mr. He said in a low voice: "Could it be that this was written by Chen Rongqing himself? You must buy a set of this."
Shen Yuanxue poured tea for Mr. He and asked the waiter to find a newspaper.
He Jiaqing wanted to retreat to the Ba Chi Book House and chase after Chen Rongqing, but I was willing to take the risk.
Chen Rongqing was not very excited. I reached out to the Qingshan New Poems: "Are all those books for sale?"
"Faster?" He Jiaqing lowered his eyebrows and looked at Mr. He.
"No, I'll give you one."
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