Dao Fruit

This is a dilapidated house, and the air is full of musty smell.

The layout of the house is very simple——

A simple desk, a chair, surrounded by bookshelves.

The bookshelf looked quite rough, and there were books one after another on the shelf.

"Someone has been in this room, but the furnishings haven't changed at all."

Although the room was pitch dark, Qiu Yan had achieved some success in his life cultivation. His flesh and blood were tight, dark energy was born inside, and his six senses were much more sensitive than before. Following the moonlight outside the door, when he entered the room, he found a few people on the ground. A footprint.

There was a layer of dust in the room, whether it was on the table, bookshelf or on the ground, but a few obvious footprints could be seen in the dust on the ground.

"Looking at these footprints, they should have been made in the past few days. Maybe he heard the news about the southern village and thought that the Qiu family was dead, so he came in. This man walked around the house and then went out. It's no wonder , The family is surrounded by walls, even if a mouse comes in, you still have to go out with tears in your eyes, where is there anything for people to steal? "

Thinking in his mind, Qiu Yan glanced at the bookshelves in the room again and sighed.

"Fortunately, this person didn't cause any wanton destruction and had no intention of touching the book. Otherwise, if he wanted to get it back, he would have to spend a lot of effort and waste time."

This courtyard was the home of Qiu Yan's predecessor and his father. Except for a few books on the bookshelf in this room, which were bought in the study, the rest were copied one by one by the father and son.

The Qiu family was poor, and it was difficult to buy even ordinary books. In order to study, the Qiu family borrowed books and copied them. Over time, they accumulated a few bookshelves.

However, buying paper and ink is also an expense. For this matter, after his mother passed away, Qiu Zonglin, Qiu Yan's father, mortgaged several acres of his family's land, which was later taken away by others. If Qiu Zonglin had not been a scholar, every day If Yue Neng went to the government to receive a meager amount of money and food, the Qiu family and his son would have probably starved to death long ago.

Even so, it is inevitable that he will become a laughing stock and become a counterexample when neighbors educate their own children.

Not long ago, Qiu Yan failed the Taoist test and was taken to a village in the south by his father. He wanted him to stay away from the hustle and bustle and study with peace of mind, so he took a lot of books from the study.

"This study is the spiritual sustenance of the Qiu family, and there is no room for loss! Even if I have gradually integrated with this body, I still can't change this. If I succeed in the imperial examination in the future and want to pass down poems and books to my family, the books in this room are of great significance. It's extraordinary. If any historian writes a biography of Qiu Yan in the future, this room will be a special event."

Qiu Yan took this body to complete three major causes and effects, among which the cause and effect of ambition is reflected in the imperial examination. Even if he cannot become a general and become a prime minister, he must at least have the title of Juren, otherwise it will be difficult to complete the cause and effect. Once he has the title of Juren, in the county seat His status here is unusual. In the future, there will be a separate page in local chronicles to record Qiu Yan's life.

At that time, the fact that the Qiu family father and son did not forget to copy books to study when they were poor will not be regarded as a joke, but will be similar to something similar to cutting a wall to borrow light or hanging a beam to stab the buttocks. Maybe it will be passed down through the ages.

The difference between learning something successful and learning nothing is so great that ordinary people can hardly imagine it.

"In this world, we still have to look at fame, deeds, and achievements."

With a sigh, Qiu Yan rolled up his sleeves and counted the books.

The books in the Qiu family's study are not randomly visited, but divided into categories. They are classified according to classics and history collections and miscellaneous studies. Qiu Yan and his son are addicted to books, and they copy most of them one by one. Therefore, although there are many books in the house, they are not. I remember each one clearly.

Half an hour later, Qiu Yan finished counting and nodded, knowing that there was still one book missing.

"I still have to take some time to go to Zuoqu Village and bring back the books that were placed there. Moreover, my father was also buried in the village. Now that I am out of danger, I cannot leave it alone. Human relations are not a trivial matter. For this reason, I have fulfilled my filial piety.”

With this in mind, Qiu Yan retreated from the study and returned to the courtyard.

The yard was small and overgrown with weeds. There were only three rooms, each of which was dilapidated. The three doors were originally locked, but now they were all broken open.

"This thief really knows how to pick people." Qiu Yan shook his head, smiled bitterly, opened the door of the main room and walked in.

The room was full of dust, but he didn't care. He sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to rest. He wanted to concentrate on training his soul. If he wanted to achieve something, he had to work hard and couldn't slack off for a day.

The door was wide open, and the moonlight penetrated into the room, falling on Qiu Yan's body. He was calm and peaceful, and his heart gradually immersed in a mysterious realm.

At this time, many people were willing to float in from outside and gathered towards Qiu Yan.

"Huh? This is it?"

Qiu Yan raised his eyebrows, but did not open his eyes, but surprise appeared in his heart. He felt the meager wishes of the people wrapped around him, which were filled with emotions and wishes such as gratitude, fear, and expectation, and quickly penetrated inward. Close to the living soul immersed in the body.

"This is the wish of those victims of disaster and hunger!"

The living soul is sensitive, and after being exposed to these wishes, it will immediately distinguish the past.

"No wonder the sages said, 'The people are the gods, and the people are the gods first.' I just took out a few pieces of bread and did something trivial, so that the hungry people were grateful and gave birth to aspiration. Although it was meager, but if there were more people After accumulating in the soul over time, when the avatar dies and the soul leaves the body, it will be able to fulfill the people's wishes and become a god! This god was raised by the people!"

Qiu Yan was sighing with emotion, taking the opportunity to understand the divine way. Suddenly, an idea occurred and he discovered something bizarre. He saw that Min Yuan was infiltrating, gradually approaching the black hole in the center of the living soul, and then disappeared inside.

"What's going on? These people entered the black hole and were passed on to the gods themselves! They were absorbed by the core talisman!"

His surprise was indeed no small matter, but his state of mind was confused, the mysterious artistic conception no longer existed, his perception was shaken, and his response to the people's wishes was interrupted.

However, Qiu Yan did not feel any pity, and felt happy.

"My mind is in a state of confusion today, so it's not convenient for me to investigate. I'd better just let nature take its course. Wait a few days, and when I'm ready, I can find out more!"

Thinking like this, he fell silent again.

Early the next morning, Qiu Yan opened his eyes and stood up, his whole spirit refreshed.

"I didn't expect that divine power could quickly heal the soul damage. In just one night, the loss of the living soul was almost replenished. In two days at most, the living soul will be completely restored, and you can try to open the scroll."

After tidying up his clothes, Qiu Yan walked out of the main room, first fetched a bucket of water, took a ladle, turned and entered the study, took out the pen and ink paper from the bookshelf, mixed it with water and ground it, and finally picked up the pen to write, and soon filled two pages. Paper.

"That's enough. You don't have to write it thoroughly, otherwise it will be too obvious."

Putting down the pen, Qiu Yan raised his hand and wiped it on the paper. The green light flashed on his hand. The paper had become withered and worn, and the ink was dim, as if it had been left for decades.

He used his divine power to remove some substances from the paper and ink, making them appear older.

After doing this, Qiu Yan added the two pieces of paper to a book, put it back on the bookshelf, and then left his yard without stopping, only to return after noon, followed by a carpenter and a locksmith.

"Sorry to bother you."

After giving a few instructions, the craftsmen began to repair the courtyard door, room door, and door lock. This movement alarmed the surrounding neighbors. They walked out of the house one after another. When they saw Qiu Yan, they immediately started talking in low voices.

"Didn't you say that both the Qiu family and his son are dead? How come this little Qiu..."

"This nerd should have escaped."

"The commotion is quite big. It will definitely alarm Mr. Chen's family."

"Yes, Mr. Chen is planning to take over this unowned yard. Now that the little nerd is back, this wishful thinking will no longer work."

"Will Mr. Chen be willing to do this? Now we have something good to watch."

"What fun can there be? How can a nerd like this be able to fight against the master of the Chen family? I'm afraid he might end up being sold into slavery, and he won't be able to turn around for generations to come!"

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Although the words were spoken in a low voice, Qiu Yan's sensitive ears picked him up one by one.

"Someone wants to seize the courtyard? Chen Qichang from the east of the city? I have long heard that this man likes to take advantage of others. Now that he has taken advantage of it, he cannot tolerate it. He must stop this thought in advance to avoid the trouble of coming to the door in the future. Speaking of which, , Now that I have settled down, the affairs of the Pan family will also be put on the agenda. Although the Pan family has the blessing of Longting, it has a grudge with me now. It is only natural that I will take revenge. Even the gods cannot say more. "

Qiu Yan was thinking when a greeting suddenly came from behind him.

"Brother Qiu, your place is not easy to find." But it was Yan Yongjie who came.

He was tall and tall, carrying a big knife on his back. He looked fierce and burly. The neighbors around him could not help but murmur in their hearts and dispersed quickly.

"Brother Yan is here just in time. Follow me in quickly."

PS: Thanks to Brother "Blue Requiem" for the tip again!