These days, Liu Qinghuan has an almost fixed seat in the teahouse, a small table in the corner of the window, a futon on the ground, a small bookshelf next to it, and a small space slightly separated by bamboo curtains.

Here he studied the real characters of the huge and complex symbols, compared with the strange characters on his hand, trying to combine, separate, and identify the irregular dots, dots, lines, and lines. So when the first business came to the door, he didn't realize for a moment that he was now running a teahouse, and looked at the two strangers in surprise.

At this time, Jiang Nianen came out of the side room, led the two guests to a table to sit down, and asked each other what kind of tea they needed.

"Junshan Cloud Tea...... Is your teahouse a new owner, the environment is much more elegant than before. ”

It seems that he is a vassal and elegant person again.

Jiang Nianen replied skillfully, with a warm and respectful attitude, and went down to prepare tea.

The two monks dressed as scribes walked around the shop, playing with some knick-knacks, and when they arrived at Liu Qinghuan's corner, they just nodded to each other and did not talk.

Then they sat down next to the chess desk: "It's a good place to spend time." ”

While playing chess, the two chatted about various news, such as the situation in Thousand Pages Mountain, the latest movements in the other world, and so on.

They didn't lower their voices, and Liu Qinghuan listened casually, looking through the bamboo curtains at the occasional pedestrians walking by on the street outside.

"Some time ago, we rotated a group of people to Qianye Mountain, and I was almost on the list, and now I think about it. ”

"Well, it's not...... I don't know how long we can hide, I feel that the peaceful days like this are all stolen, and there are people in front of us who are struggling on the edge of life and death......"

"Second brother, you don't want to go to Thousand Pages Mountain, do you?!" one of them suddenly raised his voice.

"How is it possible, you are thinking too much, and it is not that your life is too long!" his companion replied, but his tone was very depressed, and he whispered after a while: "I just don't feel good in my heart, the Sealing War is a matter of the whole interface, and we are hiding behind people, watching the others bleed and die in front of them...... Have you seen the list of the dead in the Xiling Mansion newspaper, each time it is several pages......"

Sadness echoed in the whole teahouse, and the two people who played chess had no intention of playing again, Liu Qinghuan quietly looked at the fine and clean sunlight that fell on the small table in front of him, and remembered the perennial gloomy sky outside Yantang Fort.

Every day, there is a lot of blood and carnage. As he sat leisurely in the scent of tea, he didn't know how many people had closed their eyes forever.

It's just that Ming Yangzi strictly ordered him not to reveal his identity outside now, and a letter just came two days ago, and the letter mentioned a rumor at the end: Wuyu Hill was shocked by the appearance of a divine object and sucked several Otherworldly Yuan Infant Monks.

Liu Qinghuan could only be glad that the shape of the Sansang Tree was peculiar, its trunk had no branches and no leaves, and it was as straight as a pillar, and it was only a phantom appearance that day, so no one guessed that it was a sacred tree for the time being.

However, those roots are real roots, so if you have a heart, the true identity of Sansang Mu is very likely to be guessed.

So he had to stay in this small corner and wait for the situation to develop.

The voices of the two came faintly again: "...... I hope that those people from the other world can be trapped in the Eastern Wasteland, which is desolate and lifeless, and the damage to our interface can be minimized. ”

"I hope, but it's unlikely. Didn't you read what the Xiling Mansion newspaper wrote, those people are already about to occupy the Howling Wind Continent, terrifying!"

"Fortunately, we didn't join any sects at the beginning, and now most of the monks of those sects can't escape to the front line, but we casual cultivators are more free. ”

"By the way, you said ...... last time"

The two men got out of the soundproofing array, apparently about to start a private conversation.

Liu Qinghuan took a sip of tea and no longer cared about what the two said. If he was willing, even if the other party set up a soundproof array, it would be impossible to block the detection of his divine sense. However, he is now the owner of the teahouse, and it is nothing to listen to their gossip, but it is too much to listen to the privacy of the guests.

The two monks talked together in a whisper, then sighed and talked about the situation, and sat in the building for half an afternoon before leaving.

Liu Qinghuan stretched out his legs that had been sitting cross-legged for a long time, and while walking to the backyard, he said to Jiang Nianen, who was cleaning up the remnants of the tea set: "Close the store today, you have to hurry up and cultivate, if you have any questions, come and ask me." In addition, I will go out tomorrow to buy a copy of Xiling Mansion and report it back, and every time I come out with a new one in the future, I will buy one. ”

Jiang Nianen bowed down and said happily: "Sir, can you ask anything?"

Liu Qinghuan patted him and said, "Yes, in the future, come to my residence at three o'clock every day to study the Taoist scriptures with me, and if you have any questions, you can ask them after the sermon." ”

Jiang Nianen was overjoyed, and he walked floating for several days.

Liu Qinghuan laughed, but seeing that he was engrossed in listening to the sermon, and he was even more diligent in his cultivation on weekdays, he couldn't help but be more satisfied.

The business in the teahouse is still deserted, and only one or two will come to the door in three or five days, and more people are discouraged under the tea sign at the door.

When there are guests, Liu Qinghuan goes out to stay for a while, or talk a few sentences, or sit in the corner and continue to study the true characters of the talisman.

Those guests brought all kinds of gossip, true or false, but they also allowed Liu Qinghuan to know what was happening in every corner of Eagle's Nest City without going out.

Most of the monks who are now hiding in the rear are casual cultivators, and they are trembling every day to inquire about the battle situation on the front line, and anxiety and panic are like the invisible big hands, grasping everyone's hearts in their hands.

The Xiling Di Newspaper was sold out as soon as it was published, and the price tripled compared to before, even if it was, it was hard to find, and it doubled several times on the black market.

Jiang Nianen naturally couldn't buy it when he went out to buy it, if it was before, Liu Qinghuan directly asked Xiling Commercial Bank to send a copy over, and the other party would still give him this face. But he can't use his true identity now, and he can't contact the gate station in Eagle's Nest City, and he can't even contact his friends like Xuanbo and Mo Qianli, who are in the city at the moment, so there is a lot of inconvenience in acting.

The only one who could find him was Ming Yangzi, and Ming Yangzi claimed to the outside world that he had now returned to the Wenshi Sect and was refining extremely difficult high-grade elixirs for the sect.

However, the simplest thing that can be solved with money is something that cannot be used for relationships. With Liu Qinghuan's net worth, such a newspaper can still be afforded, just spend more spirit stones.

But he didn't expect this newspaper to make the business of the teahouse a lot better, and after he read it, he usually placed it on the bookshelf in the corner, and finally found it by a guest one day.

After obtaining permission, the guest stayed in the store for a few hours, read several newspapers on the shelves, whether they were the latest or not, and called a few friends to come with him the next day.

Although they asked for a pot of tea with a spirit stone, Liu Qinghuan didn't care, and asked Jiang Nianen to pay attention to the hot tea at any time.

After that, he placed the bookshelf next to the bookcase, added some other books, and let the guests borrow them, but they were not allowed to rub them out of the store.

Those classics are not very precious, and if you buy them on the market, you will definitely be able to find them. But in terms of content, it has been carefully selected by Liu Qinghuan, such as the thorough explanation of the Taoist book, the cultivation experience of spells, and so on.

So some people found out and were attracted to it, and sat for a day.

Liu Qinghuan ran this small teahouse casually, while paying attention to the development of the situation outside, while continuing to study the true characters of Fu Zheng.

However, as time went by, Liu Qinghuan had to consider whether he had gone in the wrong direction from the beginning.

Perhaps Huang Eryao recognized that the word "Tian" on the yellow cloth was just a coincidence, and it just so happened that the combination of those dots and lines was like the real character of Fu Zheng, such as the word Tian in the star script, but in fact it may not mean that at all, and the two are not related.

Jade talismans, animal skins, yellow cloth, the dots and lines on these three things were broken down and combined by him over and over again, and finally he did get some specious real words, but no matter how you look at them, they are very far-fetched.

There was a creaking sound at the door, and Jiang Nianen walked in lightly, holding a small teapot in his hand.

Because the number of customers in the store began to increase, the place where Liu Qinghuan stayed every day was replaced by a small room converted from a dim sum room.

He buried his head in a pile of paper and ink, and heard the subtle sound of tea falling into the cup, and the teacup next to him was filled with new tea.

In the past, Jiang Nianen would leave quietly after pouring tea, but today he didn't stop, Liu Qinghuan raised his head, and saw the child curiously looking at the jade plate paper full of strange words on the table.

Seeing Liu Qinghuan looking over, he said a little shyly: "Sir, I see that you have been studying these for several days, what kind of writing is this, it looks so strange." ”

Liu Qinghuan smiled: "I don't know, that's why I want to study it." ”

He tentatively reached out and touched the animal skin that was placed on the side of the table, and when he saw that Liu Qinghuan did not object, he really picked it up and made a serious study appearance: "Hmm......"

Liu Qinghuan teased him: "Can you tell what this word is?"

Jiang Nianen was shocked: "This is a word? What kind of character is so big! Even the combined character like 'Fortune and Treasure' is not as big as this!"

Liu Qinghuan was stunned when he heard it: "What, what kind of combination words?"

"Ah, no, why is it so big for me to say a word. Jiang Nianen realized that he had misunderstood what Liu Qinghuan meant, touched his head embarrassedly, and said: "Every Spring Festival, many families will paste new couplets on the door, and paste paper-cuts or combined auspicious characters on the windows, just like this. ”

Jiang Nianen picked up the pen and quickly drew a rich and round pattern on a piece of discarded jade paper, the strokes were complex, but if you looked closely, you could tell that it was the four words of fortune and treasure, but the words were connected with each other.

Jiang Nianen said with a smile: "This is a combined character, it looks like a painting, some people say that it is more auspicious to write like this than to write separately, many people like to paste it, when my mother was there, I would cut a few stickers in the house every year." ”

"Oooh. Liu Qinghuan frowned and looked at the so-called combined word, and thought flashed in his eyes.

He asked, "So you mistakenly think that there is a word on this hide?"

"Oh......" Jiang Nianen lowered his head and played with the pen in his hand: "Sir, there are still a few days before the New Year...... These days, I think of when my grandmother was there, I would paste couplets and make dumplings every New Year. Later, my mother kept this habit and did both things every year......"

His maternal grandmother, Chunniu, was a mortal.

When Liu Qinghuan was a mortal, he only had a ragged beggar's nest to live in, and after stepping into the road of cultivating immortals, he was no more than any festival, so he never knew about these subtle trivial matters in a mortal family.

He looked at the young man who had just grown up, took pity on him for the loss of all his relatives not long ago, and said, "If you want to do this, do it." ”

Jiang Nianen immediately raised his head happily, his eyes shining: "Really, can I do it?"

Liu Qinghuan bowed his head slightly: "However, the matter of cultivation should not be delayed, you must know that you are a monk, and these ordinary rituals should not be too persistent, so as not to lose the pure heart of the Tao." ”

"I see, sir. Jiang Nianen replied happily, and then almost jumped out.

Liu Qinghuan, on the other hand, pondered the combined character he said, and took the animal skin and looked at it carefully. After that, he couldn't help but shake his head with a smile, the child just missed his mother, why did he take it seriously.

After thinking about it, he took out a clean piece of jade paper, placed the animal skin beside him, and prepared to trace all the lines on it to the paper and take a look.

These days and nights of studying these things, he has actually memorized every line on it clearly, and it is just a habit to put it next to him at this time.

The black ink slowly turned into irregular dots and lines, and when the content on the animal skin was written halfway, the spiritual power in his body suddenly split into a bundle, flowing along his arms, all the way to his elbows, wrists, and finally to his fingertips, and injected into the bamboo brush in his hand, so that the flow of ink melted into the newly written curved ink line.

Liu Qinghuan was so shocked that he wrote for a moment, and that feeling immediately broke off!

Looking at the curve just written, there was a slight spiritual light, but this spiritual light seemed to dissipate in the air quickly because of the weakness of the follow-up.

This is the first time this has happened!

Looking at the curve again, it has become a very ordinary ink mark, exactly like the previous ones. If it weren't for the spiritual power in his body that still had a trace of aftermath, he would have thought that what had just happened was just his delusion.

The beating of his heart couldn't help but hurry, and he had a hunch that he seemed to have found the right direction this time!

Before, he had separated the lines on the animal skin, jade talismans, and yellow cloth, and compared them with the real characters of the talismans, trying to find out the words that could correspond to them, such as the word "heaven" that Huang Eryao recognized, and never thought that those lines might be a whole.

Therefore, he transcribed one or a small line on the paper, and this was the first time he had written it from beginning to end.

He took a piece of jade plate paper again, cleared his mind of distractions, and wrote the lines on the animal skin on the paper one stroke at a fixed speed, trying not to make a mistake.

As before, most of the previous part did not cause any disappearance, just like normal writing.

Liu Qinghuan's expression became more and more focused, and soon he reached the previous curve, when the tip of the pen just touched the paper, the spiritual power in his body suddenly moved!

The same situation as before reappeared, and the curve fused with spiritual power emitted a glimmer of light, revealing a bit of agility.

Liu Qinghuan breathed slowly, followed by another parallel curve, and then another, forming a pattern like water waves.

Spiritual power flows like ink, flowing through the tip of the pen and into the font.

After three curves, the shimmering wave rippled like a wave, jumping briskly along those lines on the paper, and soon dyed most of the previous text with a shimmer, which looked very smart.

Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but exclaim, but the pen did not stop, there was a short section behind the animal skin, and he was very much looking forward to what other wonderful situations would happen.

However, when the tip of his pen fell again, the spiritual power surge suddenly increased several times, leaving a brilliant dot on the paper!