It’s too difficult to cultivate immortality, so I used a strange beast to clone myself into a Taoist

Chapter 47 I, Li, don’t read Chunqiu (please pursue it!)

"Shopkeeper, do you have a free copy of the Book of Deng Da Lei'an and Dao Brother?"

Inner city, Fuwen Hall.

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

On the mottled wooden window lattice, sparse sunlight shines in, causing little bits of dust in the air to swirl and fall on the title page of the book.

At this time, at the gate of Fuwen Hall, a woman with a face like a hibiscus, an eyebrow like a willow, and a slightly sickly white skin was looking helplessly at the bookstore owner with her attractive eyes.

The shopkeeper smiled apologetically, cupped his hands, and said,

"Don't worry, Miss. This travel diary was borrowed a few days ago. I looked at the record and it should be returned today. If Miss is fine, you might as well wait."

The woman nodded, walked lightly, walked to the side, and casually browsed through the pile of books on the counter that had been returned and unorganized.

Strangely enough, "The Book of Deng Da Lei'an and Dao Brother" was originally a travel note with an unknown name.

He is a martial artist who has perfected his spirit. Looking for a chance to break through, he ventures into the wilderness, treks through mountains and rivers, peeks into the stunning scenery of the gate of the earth, and looks at the solitary clouds in the sky. After finally breaking through the state of spiritual cultivation, he compiles what he sees and hears into a book and gives it as a gift. To a religious friend.

In the past, it had been gathering dust at the bottom of the bookshelf, and I couldn't borrow it out even a few times for a year or so.

But she came several times and failed to borrow a book.

And there are many similar travel notes, all of which have been loaned out.

From what the shopkeeper of Fuwentang said, it seems that they were all borrowed by one person.

For a moment, she couldn't help but be a little curious about this person who she had never met before but who had repeatedly borrowed money quickly.

After a while, her accompanying maid carefully pulled her sleeve.

She looked up in surprise and saw a man in a loose coat walking over, returning the book.

The title of the book is "The Book of Climbing Dalei'an and Brother Dao".

In order to avoid offending others, she did not immediately borrow the book. Instead, she waited for the man to return the book and then went up to the second floor to look for the book. Then she walked to the counter.

After borrowing the book, she flipped through it and noticed that there were many paperweights on the heavy book to hold down the paper to prevent the paper from getting wrinkled.

It seems to tell that the borrower is a bookworm.

"Shopkeeper, does the young master just now live nearby?" the woman asked, her voice clear and gentle.

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, then sneered,
  "How dare that man be called a son by a young lady!
  I come at the same time every day, and every time I come I wear the same linen coat, and there is a faint smell of filth on my body. I think it is probably someone who picks up manure... and pours night fragrance. "

The one who pours night fragrance?

When the woman heard this, she became even more curious.

A man carrying buckets and dung, his muscles and bones are tired, doing chores, but he runs to the study all day long?

It seems that the workload of the main family is not full...

The woman smiled brightly, but didn't think much more about it and had no intention of striking up a conversation.

A chance encounter and a knowing smile is enough.

She turned around and left Fuwentang, boarding an ordinary carriage on the street.

The maid left money to borrow books and hurriedly caught up.

……

Li Qinglin took a few thread-bound books and walked quickly down the stairs.

"Shopkeeper, do you have the travel notes, miscellaneous books, and commandments written by the Yangshen martial artist?"

The shopkeeper took the book, checked the loan amount, and replied smoothly,
  "Yes, I have."

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 it, guest, I can send you a batch from Luoshui County next door. Our Fuwentang is a chain bookstore. Not to mention the books written by Yangshen Martial Master, there are also documents written by immortals. Fuwentang has collected them "Of course, the price is not cheap. A book about Yangshen Martial Master, plus transportation costs, ranges from five taels to dozens of taels, and can only be read for three days."

When Li Qinglin heard the price, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he felt helpless and was immediately persuaded to leave.

Guanshi Wang had done all kinds of bad things, but before he died, he still did one good deed.

Li Qinglin was transferred to pour night fragrance, but Li Qinglin was given the opportunity to leave the house.

Although there is a time limit, according to Li Qinglin's current strength, he can go and return quickly, which is enough to borrow books from Fuwentang before returning home.

In any era, the books written by the predecessors with painstaking efforts of knowledge are a great spiritual nourishment for future generations.

Li Qinglin just wanted to find out more information about the false arowana, the yellow light, and even the underground cave from the book.

This is also the disadvantage of not having the guidance of a master. Everything has to be done by oneself, and even guessing is like a headless fly. If there is guidance from the master, a casual mention is enough to break Li Qinglin's confusion.

"But there are cheaper ones. Well, it doesn't need to be written by the Yangshen Martial Master. The kind of weird and shocking records of experiences and experiences can also be used!" Li Qinglin asked instead.

The shopkeeper heard this, thought for a moment, and then suddenly remembered something. He bent down and pulled out a thin book 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 served in the pioneer service. It contains some inexplicable and confusing content."

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

"Chenghui, two taels of silver."

Li Qinglin's eyes widened suddenly, and he lost his voice: "So expensive?!"

"expensive?"

With a meaningful look, the shopkeeper glanced around Li Qinglin's well-developed chest muscles, thick shoulders, and back where wings were about to sprout from the armpits that even Li Qinglin's loose coat could not completely conceal.

Then he said faintly: "It happened that the nobles in the city sent me a message and wanted to read some interesting books.

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

pat!

Two pieces of silver were slapped hard on the table by Li Qinglin.

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

Still working as an illustrator or a mannequin?

He, Li Qinglin, has never read Spring and Autumn Period, and he doesn’t know anything about midnight massacre, green to the end, glazed fox, etc.!
  How could you do such an act that tarnishes someone's innocence? !
  ……

"You kid, you are out of breath every time you pour Yexiang, but you have to train your body, you can't be so weak!"

"That's not true. Brother Xuexue can run horses on his arms! You have such a small body, tsk tsk..."

Wang's house, back door.

Several door attendants looked at Li Qinglin, who was carrying an empty bucket on his shoulders but with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and laughed jokingly.

"Yes, yes, that's what my brothers taught me. I've been busy all day! I don't even have time to practice martial arts."

Li Qinglin bent over, hid half of his body in his coat, and said with a smile on his face.

Several people smelled the pungent smell of filth, checked briefly, opened the lid of the bucket, and quickly waved their hands to let Li Qinglin enter the house.

After Li Qinglin left, one of the door attendants hugged a short knife with both hands, leaned against the pillar, and said to the person next to him,
  "I said, Lao Zhou, was it really so scary that night? Did you abandon the sword and turn to sword practice? Just give up the sword skills for more than ten years?"

"It's a pity. You were the popular person in front of Manager Wang before, but after this happened, you were sent to guard the door."

The man known as Lao Zhou looked a little dazed when he heard this, and the bottom of his pupils seemed to reflect the bright light of the sword that appeared in the dark room late that night, like a shooting star across the sky.

The sword was as bright as an antelope's horns, and it was sharp and domineering.

He smiled bitterly: "My courage has been shattered. How can I still dare to use a knife?"

"From now on, I will practice sword practice and guard the back door. It will be good..."

(End of this chapter)