I have 99 innate treasures

Chapter 21 Cold Iron Veins
  Housekeeper Liu and his wife hired a few laborers yesterday afternoon to carry the wooden box containing the silver and follow the other people to Bairi City.

In a short period of time, only Cang Bo and Qin Mu were left in the courtyard.

The next day, before it was dark, Uncle Cang pulled Qin Mu out of bed and hurriedly helped him put on the official uniform of the Secretary of the Demon Suppression Department.

Compared with the official uniforms of inspectors and school lieutenants, the clerk's official uniform does not include armor or anything like that. It is just a dark gown in the style of a Taoist robe, with some fairy bird patterns embroidered on the cuffs, a yellow coat, and a cloud gauze hat. .

After Qin Mu put on all this, Cang Bo quickly put the jade pendant of the Demon Suppression Department around his waist.

After watching Qin Mu walk towards the Yamen of the Demon Suppression Department, Uncle Cang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Worried that Qin Mu would be late today, he worried about it all night and didn't sleep well all night.

As Qin Mu's figure gradually disappeared from his sight, Uncle Cang smiled with relief.

"If the host and his wife were still alive, how wonderful it would be to see the young host's family at this time!"

After murmuring a few words, he hammered his waist, which was stiff from standing for a long time, turned around and returned to the house, where he began to tidy up the room.

When he folded the bed quilt and prepared to continue organizing the books, he discovered that Qin Mu had been writing those poems for several hours.

On a stack of white paper, even though it was held down by a paperweight, four sentences were still revealed.

"Set up your mind for the heaven and the earth, set up your life for the people, set up a legacy for the sages of the past, and create peace for all generations."

As the shopkeeper of the bookstore, Cang Bo is not only literate but also has a good appreciation level.

Therefore, after he finished reciting these four sentences softly, his eyes couldn't help but shine.

"How could my boss be so talented?"

After exclaiming softly, he carefully took the paperweight away and looked at the rest of the poems.

When he first read it, he thought Qin Mu's talent was simply terrifying. Just by reciting it in a low voice, he could feel his heart beating harder and harder.

But as more and more poems were recited softly, Cang Bo only had doubts in his heart.

He has almost watched their young boss grow up, and he knows best how much ink he has in his stomach.

Although the poems I wrote in the past are almost unreadable, I can occasionally write one or two poems that are eye-catching.

Although the poem in yesterday's novel made him stare and speechless, what he was thinking about was that his boss also had some enlightenment.

But when he saw this poem, which was enough to shock the literary world, he was shocked and immediately became suspicious.

These are not just one or two songs, but hundreds of them, and each one has the potential to be passed down through the ages.

Finally, he saw the paragraph Qin Mu wrote at the beginning.

"When I fall into a dream, I see great sages and saints, and their culture is recorded here."

After reading this passage, Cang Bo dispelled the panic on his face, touched his beating heart, and slowly let out a long breath.

If it were said that these poems were written by Qin Mu, he would be the first to not believe it.

But if he meets an ancient sage in a dream and listens to him preaching scriptures and reciting poems, he will feel it is natural and even feel a little proud.

"My boss is a person with a celestial destiny~"

He sighed softly, put the papers scattered on the table neatly, took out a rag and wiped the table, then finished cleaning the room, and walked out with his arms crossed.

At this time, Qin Mu was looking around blankly.

After he arrived at the Yamen of the Demon Suppression Department early in the morning, the cold-faced Qi Shayu arranged for him to stay here without telling him what he was going to do, and left without asking.

This is an empty room, about thirty square meters, with only a low table and a mat in the whole room.

Paper, ink, pens and inkstones are placed on the desk.

Other than that, nothing else.

The room didn't even have windows, so it relied on candlelight for lighting during the day. Qin Mu initially thought that the other party had forgotten it because he was busy with official duties.

As a result, he sat there all morning and didn't see the other party coming until he took a break at noon.

He wanted to ask the He Longxing Baihu who recruited him, but he couldn't even enter the lobby and was stopped by two captains.

As for Qi Shayu, there was no sign of him in this huge yamen.

In desperation, Qin Mu had no choice but to continue the great work that had not been completed last night.

While copying poems, the upgrade prompts of the Ruyi Golden Cudgel sounded twice in my ears, reaching level 65.

At this time, the time had come to dusk, and the gongs of San Yamen sounded in the Yamen.

Amidst the sound of gongs, Qin Mu returned home with more than fifty poems written this afternoon in his arms, listening to the chatter and laughter of the patrol inspectors and school captains beside him.

Uncle Cang had already prepared dinner. While eating, he suddenly talked about something.

"By the way, boss, something big happened today!"

"The Piaomiao Sect that comes to our city every year to hold some kind of grand ceremony, the entire sect was taken away by the people from the Demon Suppression Division. Their deputy sect leader kept shouting something like 'Deacon Zhang is responsible for me', 'Deacon Zhang is responsible for me'" I'."

When Qin Mu heard this, his expression suddenly changed and his voice amplified unconsciously.

"The Piaomiao Sect was taken away by people from the Demon Suppression Department?"

Uncle Cang nodded slightly, not understanding why Qin Mu had such a big reaction.

Seeing Uncle Cang nodding, Qin Mu suddenly lost his appetite and was thinking about one thing.

The Piaomiao Sect was taken away, so what to do with the level of the Ruyi Golden Cudgel?
  You know, Ruyi Golden Cudgel is only level 65 now.

Just when he thought of this, a tone suddenly sounded in his ears.

"When your Ruyi Golden Cudgel is upgraded to level 66, you will receive +1 feedback from the metallic spiritual root. You can choose the feedback object."

After hearing this prompt, Qin Mu suddenly became startled, remembering that the upgrade prompt had already appeared in his mind twice before the Sanya gong sounded.

For a moment, an idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Could it be that...the one who got the Ruyi Golden Cudgel was not the Piaomiao Sect, but someone?"

As soon as he thought about this, his expression suddenly became strange.

"If this is the case, how did that person find the resources to upgrade the Ruyi Golden Cudgel to level 66 in just three days?"

"There is even an ore like Geng Gold that can +5 experience at a time!"

At the same time, deep in the South China Sea.

Zhang Qianren used his spiritual consciousness to sense the cold iron vein buried under the mud. When he quickly approached the vein, an excited smile appeared on his face.

"I am indeed blessed with great luck!"

"First there is the Donghai Iron Mine, and then there is the Geng Gold Mine given by Fu Qingfeng!"

"Now we have discovered a vein of cold iron ore!"

"With the size of this mine, it can at least add dozens of spiritual roots to me!"

"Hahahahaha!"

After laughing, Zhang Qianren held the oval air mask and crashed into the mud.

After only going three to five meters deep, he came to the cold iron veins that his spiritual consciousness sensed.

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