Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 494 New Directions
These days, Liu Qinghuan has an almost fixed seat in the tea house, a small table in the corner by the window, a futon on the floor, a small bookshelf next to it, and a small space separated by bamboo curtains.

He is here to study the complex real characters of talismans, compare the strange characters on his hands, and try to combine, separate and identify the irregular dots, lines and lines.So when the first business came to his 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 from the side room, led the two guests to a table and sat down, and asked each other what tea they wanted.

"Junshan Yunwu Tea... Has your teahouse changed owners recently? The environment is much more elegant than before."

It seems to be another arty person.

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 store, playing with some small decorations. When they came to Liu Qinghuan's corner, they just nodded to each other without talking to each other.

Then they sat down by the chess table: "This is a good place to kill time."

The two chatted about various news while playing chess, such as the situation in Qianye Mountain, the latest trends in other worlds, and so on.

They did not lower their voices, Liu Qinghuan listened casually, while looking at the occasional passers-by on the street outside through the bamboo curtain.

"Some time ago, we rotated a group of people to Qianye Mountain. I was almost on the list. Now I think about it, I'm still afraid."

"Oh, it's not... I don't know how long we can hide. It feels like this peaceful day is stolen, while someone in front is struggling on the edge of life and death..."

"Second brother, don't you want to go to Qianye Mountain?!" One of them suddenly raised his voice.

"How is it possible, you think too much, and it's not that you take your life too long!" His companion replied, but his tone was very depressed, and he whispered after a while: "I just feel uncomfortable. However, we hid behind others and watched other people bleed and die in front... Have you seen the list of those killed in the Xiling Mansion newspaper, each time there are several pages..."

Sorrow echoed throughout the teahouse, and the two chess players had no intention of playing any more. Liu Qinghuan quietly watched the fine and clean sunlight falling on the small table in front of her, thinking of the perennially gloomy sky outside Yandang Castle.

Every day is full of blood and killing.Just as he was sitting leisurely in the scent of tea, I don't know how many people closed their eyes forever.

However, Ming Yangzi strictly ordered him not to reveal his identity outside now. A letter came just two days ago, and a rumor was mentioned at the end of the letter: Wu Yuqiu was amazed by a fetish, which sucked several Nascent Soul monks from other worlds .

Liu Qinghuan can only be thankful that the three mulberry tree has a peculiar shape. Its trunk has no branches or leaves, and it is as straight as a pillar. It was only a phantom that day, so no one has guessed that it is a sacred tree.

However, those roots are actually tree roots, so if there is a heart, San Sangmu's true identity is very likely to be guessed.

So he had to dwell in this small corner and wait for the development of the situation.

The voices of those two people came faintly again: "... I hope that those people from other worlds can be trapped in the Eastern Wasteland, where there is no life, and the damage to our interface can be minimized. "

"I hope, but it's unlikely. Didn't you read the Xiling Mansion Newspaper? Those people are about to occupy the Saofeng Continent. It's scary!"

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

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

The two got off the soundproof array, apparently about to start a private conversation.

Liu Qinghuan took a sip of tea and no longer cared what the two of them said.If he is willing, even if the other party sets up a soundproof array, it is impossible to stop his spiritual sense from snooping.But now he is the owner of the tea house, listening to their chats is fine, but it would be too much to pry into the privacy of the guests.

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

Liu Qinghuan stretched out her legs that had been sitting cross-legged for a long time. While walking towards the backyard, she said to Jiang Nian'en who was picking up the leftover tea sets: "Let's close the shop today. You have to hurry up and practice. If you have any questions, please ask me. In addition, Tomorrow, go out and buy a copy of the Xiling Mansion Newsletter, and every time a new one comes out, I will go buy a copy."

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

Liu Qinghuan patted him, and said: "Yes, from now on, come to my residence every day at three o'clock in the unitary hour, and learn Taoism with me, etc. If you have any questions, you can ask them after the sermon."

Jiang Nianen was overjoyed, and walked for several days in a row.

Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but laugh at it, but seeing him concentrate on listening to the sermon, and working hard in his daily practice, he couldn't help being more satisfied.

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

When there are guests, Liu Qinghuan will go out for a while, or have a chat, or sit in the corner and continue to study the real characters of the talismans.

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

Now most of the monks hiding in the back are casual cultivators, tremblingly inquiring about the situation on the front line every day, anxiety and fear are like big invisible hands, grasping everyone's hearts in their hands.

The Xiling Mansion Newspaper was sold out as soon as it was published, and the price doubled compared to before.

Naturally, Jiang Nianen couldn't buy it when he went out to buy it. If it was the past, Liu Qinghuan would have directly asked Xiling Trading Company to send a copy, and the other party would still have given him face.But now he can't use his real identity, and he can't contact the sect resident in Eagle's Nest City, and he can't even contact friends like Xuan Bo and Mo Qianli who are in the city at the moment, so there is a lot of inconvenience in handling things.

The only one who could find him was Ming Yangzi, and what Ming Yangzi claimed was that he had now returned to the Wenshi Sect and refined extremely difficult high-level pills for the sect.

However, although relationships cannot be used, the things that can be solved with money are the simplest things.With Liu Qinghuan's net worth, such a residence newspaper is still affordable, just spend more spirit stones.

But he didn't expect that this mansion newspaper would improve the business of the restaurant a lot. After reading it, he usually put it on the bookshelf in the corner, and was finally discovered by a customer one day.

After getting the consent, the customer stayed in the store for several hours, read all the residence newspapers on the bookshelf, regardless of whether they were the latest ones, and called a few friends to come with him the next day.

Although what they wanted was a piece of Lingshi and a pot of tea, Liu Qinghuan didn't take it seriously, and asked Jiang Nianen to refill the hot tea at any time.

After that, he placed the bookshelf next to the book case, added some other classics, and let the guests borrow them, but rubbings and taking them out of the store were not allowed.

Those classics are not very precious, and you can definitely find them if you want to buy them in the market.But the content was carefully selected by Liu Qinghuan, such as the book on Taoism explained thoroughly, the practice experience of spells and so on.

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

In this way, Liu Qinghuan ran the small teahouse carelessly, while paying attention to the development of the situation outside, and at the same time continued to study the real characters of talismans.

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

Perhaps it was just a coincidence that Huang Eryao recognized the word "Tian" on the yellow cloth. It just so happened that the combination of those dotted lines looks like the real character of the talisman, such as the word "Tian" in the star text. In fact, it may not mean that at all. Irrelevant.

Jade talisman, animal skin, and yellow cloth, the dots and lines on these three things were decomposed and combined by him over and over again, and finally some plausible real characters were obtained, but no matter how you look at it, it is 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, Liu Qinghuan's daily place was replaced by a dim sum room converted into a small room.

He buried his head in a pile of paper and ink, and heard the slight 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 stopped and did not leave. Liu Qinghuan raised his head and saw the child curiously looking at the jade-block paper on the desk case filled with strange words.

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 characters are these? They look so strange."

Liu Qing laughed happily: "I don't know either, so I need to study it."

He tentatively stretched out his hand to touch the animal skin that was on the table. Seeing that Liu Qinghuan had no objection, he picked it up and made a serious study: "Um..."

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

Jiang Nianen was shocked: "Is this one character? Why is it so big! Even the combination of 'Zhaocaijinbao' is not as big!"

Liu Qinghuan was taken aback when he heard that: "What, what combination of characters?"

"Ah, no, why is my word so big?" Jiang Nianen finally realized that he had misunderstood what Liu Qinghuan meant, and rubbed his head in embarrassment, and said, "Every Spring Festival, many people will post stickers on their doors. New couplets, paste paper-cut or fit auspicious characters on the window, just like this.”

Jiang Nianen picked up the pen and quickly drew a rich and round pattern on a piece of discarded jade plate paper. The strokes were complicated, but one could distinguish the four characters Zhaocaijinbao upon careful inspection, but the words were connected with each other. of.

Jiang Nianen laughed and said: "This is a combined character, it looks like a painting. Some people say that writing like this is more auspicious than writing separately. Many people like to post it. When my mother was there, she would cut a few stickers every year. In the house."

"Oh." Liu Qinghuan frowned and looked at the so-called combined characters, thinking flashed in his eyes.

He asked: "So you mistakenly thought that there was a word on the animal skin?"

"Oh..." Jiang Nianen lowered his head, playing with the pen in his hand: "Sir, it will be the New Year in a few days... I remembered that when my grandmother was here, every New Year's day, I would post couplets and make dumplings. Later, my mother also put The habit stayed, doing these two things every year..."

His maternal grandmother, Chunniu, was a mortal.

When Liu Qinghuan was a mortal, he only lived in a dilapidated beggar's nest, and after stepping on the road of cultivating immortals, he never celebrated any festivals, so he never knew these trivial things in a mortal family.

He looked at this young man who had just grown up gently, and felt sorry for the fact that he had lost all his relatives not long ago, and said: "If you want to do this, just do it."

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

Liu Qinghuan nodded lightly: "However, you should not delay your cultivation. You must know that you are a monk, and you should not be too persistent in these ordinary rituals, lest you lose your pure heart to the Tao."

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

And Liu Qinghuan was thinking about the combined characters he said, holding the piece of animal skin and watching it carefully.Then he couldn't help but shook his head with a smile. The child just missed his mother, so why did he take it seriously.

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

Studying these things day and night these days, he has actually memorized every line on them clearly, and it is just a habit to put them aside at this time.

The black ink slowly turned into irregular dotted lines, and when most of the content on the animal skin was written, a bunch of spiritual energy in his body suddenly split out, flowing along the arm, past the elbow and wrist, Finally, it reached the fingertips, poured into the bamboo brush in the hand, and the ink flowed smoothly into a curved ink line that was written recently.

Liu Qinghuan paused for a moment in astonishment, and that feeling immediately stopped!

Looking at the curve just written, there is a slight aura flowing, but this aura seems to dissipate in the air quickly because of the lack of follow-up.

This is the first time this has happened!
Looking at the curve again, it has become a very ordinary ink mark, exactly the same as the previous ones.If it weren't for the aftermath of the spiritual power in his body, he would have thought that what happened just now was just his illusion.

His heartbeat couldn't help but quicken, he had a premonition that he seemed to have found the right direction this time!

Before, he would separate the patterns on animal skins, jade talismans, and yellow cloth, and compare them with the real characters of the talismans, trying to find the corresponding characters, such as the word "Heaven" that Huang Eryao recognized. , I never thought that those lines might be a whole.

So what he transcribes on the paper is also one by one or a small segment of lines, this is the first time he has completely written from beginning to end.

He took another piece of jade paper, cleared away the distracting thoughts in his mind, and wrote the lines on the animal skin onto the paper stroke by stroke at a fixed speed, trying not to make any mistakes.

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

Liu Qinghuan's expression became more and more focused, and soon he reached the previous curve. When the pen tip 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 gave off a faint light, revealing a bit of agility.

Liu Qinghuan breathed slowly, followed by another curve parallel to it, and then another curve, forming a wave-like pattern.

The spiritual power is like ink, flowing continuously through the pen tip and melting into the font.

After the three curves, the shimmering waves rippled like waves, jumping and flowing briskly along the lines on the paper, and soon dyed most of the previous chapters with shimmering light, looking extremely agile.

Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but exclaimed, but he didn't stop writing. There was still a short section behind the animal skin. He was very much looking forward to what wonderful situation would happen.

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

(End of this chapter)