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Chapter 788 The Pharaoh in the Alley (45)

Is it so powerful?

Ma Feifei was a little surprised. The world is full of strange things. This is the first time he heard that there is a profession that can be so honorable. In order to prevent them from being hurt, he directly forcibly set up a large formation to ban the cultivation of the practitioners, so as to ensure the writing of the book. the safety of teachers.

But Ma Feifei was relieved in an instant, after all, even he could soul-transmit the Canglong Continent, what else is impossible?
In front of the traverser, everything is just floating clouds.

"Here we are." During the discussion, the two walked to a small alley, and Li Chenzhou brought Ma Feifei to the gate of a house, pointed inside and said, "The papermaker lives in it."

Ma Feifei nodded, motioning for him to knock on the door.

"Dong dong dong~" Li Chenzhou knocked on the door without hesitation.

There was no movement or voice inside, as if the owner was not at home.

But this is not the case. Ma Feifei can feel the presence of someone inside, and his own cultivation has not been sealed by the so-called confinement formation. I don't know if it is because he came directly from the space or because of other reasons. , anyway, his cultivation has not decreased at all.

It's just that Ma Feifei was a little surprised that the people inside didn't respond. Could it be that the people inside knew why they were looking for him?impossible?
"Dong Dong Dong~"

Li Chenzhou continued to knock on the door, he seemed to be very calm, and he didn't say that there was no one inside.

"Do you know there are people inside?" Ma Feifei couldn't help asking.

Li Chenzhou nodded and explained: "The papermaker is lame and has eccentricities. He only goes out at night and won't go out during the day, so he must be at home at this time."

Only then did Ma Feifei suddenly understand, but he continued to ask: "Then what if he doesn't open the door now?"

"I don't know." Li Chenzhou shook his head, what could he do? In Yong'an City, many people wanted to find this papermaker to make paper, but few of them succeeded.

"Crack~"

Ma Feifei grabbed Li Chenzhou's arm, leaped over the wall and entered.

Under the eaves in the yard, there was a middle-aged man lying on a rocking chair with his eyes closed. He suddenly heard a falling sound. He opened his eyes and saw that two young men jumped into the wall!

The middle-aged man frowned, staring at the two young men walking towards him, and said in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

"Uncle Wang, it's me." Li Chenzhou hurriedly stepped forward to salute, with a respectful expression on his face.

Old Uncle Wang turned his head and glanced at Li Chenzhou, with surprise in his eyes, he said, "Boy from the Li family?"

Li Chenzhou trotted forward and said: "Don't be angry, old man Wang, this noble man asked me for something, so I brought him to you, but you always refused to open the door, so we had no choice but to make a move."

Ma Feifei followed behind Li Chenzhou, cupped his fists and smiled, and said, "Old man Wang, please dismount Feifei, please be polite."

Seeing Ma Feifei's good attitude, the displeasure in Old Uncle Wang's heart naturally gradually disappeared. He glanced at Ma Feifei's clothes, and his brows that had been relieved just now frowned again: "Dear scribe, I'm a young man with little talent and learning, so I can't help you." I’m busy, so I’ll ask Mr. Calligrapher to invite Gao Ming.”

Hearing this, Ma Feifei looked down at the sage's clothes on his body, and saw that this clothes should be the standard equipment unique to a book writer, or else the old man Wang's expression that had just calmed down wrinkled again. From Li Chenzhou's mouth, he learned that Old Uncle Wang had some reason to be very dissatisfied with the calligrapher.

"I'm not a book writer, don't worry, old man." Ma Feifei explained with a smile. He was really right. The so-called book writers are all occupations made by Doushu Continent. In fact, they are in Canglong Continent. But there is no such occupation, and to be precise, Ma Feifei is not a book writer, he is a "copy book teacher"!
"Why don't you have the robe of a sage?" Old Uncle Wang frowned and asked, even Li Chenzhou was a little surprised. He had always thought that Ma Feifei was a book writer just now, so he explained that to Ma Feifei. Many.

Even before choosing to believe in Ma Feifei, it was largely because Ma Feifei was a book writer.

Dou Shu Dalu is actually a world of bibliographers, and any other profession is serving bibliographers. As long as you become a bibliographer, you have everything.

"I'm not really a book writer, but I know how to be a book writer. As for the reason, I'm allowed to be a secret." Ma Feifei didn't know how to explain this, but it was impossible for him to say that he was from The matter of the Canglong Continent told the two of them, after all, Ma Feifei hadn't figured out the current situation yet, so he had to be a bit reserved in everything he did.

Uncle Wang still had some doubts on his face, but he believed Ma Feifei's words a little bit, and said in a cold tone: "If you are not a book writer, please don't wear this sage's clothes, so as not to bring disaster to yourself."

In Doushu Continent, the hierarchy system is very strict, and noble clothes such as the sage's clothes can only be worn by calligraphers. If you are not a calligrapher but wear the sage's clothes, once you are discovered, Your life will also come to an end, and it will even affect your parents.

Although Ma Feifei didn't know about this rule, he still understood the meaning of what Old Uncle Wang said, so he nodded slightly, accepting Uncle Wang's kindness.

"What are you doing here?" Uncle Wang didn't talk nonsense with Ma Feifei, he lay down on his own, picked up the small gourd that was placed aside, opened it, pointed it at his mouth, and poured it down.

A strong smell of wine wafted out of the gourd, and Ma Feifei couldn't help wrinkling his nose. He doesn't know how to drink, and he has a natural resistance to alcohol.

"Uncle Wang, I'm here next time to ask you to help me refine a batch of paper." Ma Feifei clapped his hands back.

Old Uncle Wang was stunned while drinking, took down the gourd, glanced at Ma Feifei, shook his head and said, "This old man is not a paper maker. If this young master wants to find someone to refine paper, he can leave Yong'an City and go to the nearest one." Maple Leaf City, there is a special paper mill there, as long as you give money, you can refine as much paper as you want."

"Old man Wang, aren't you a paper maker yourself? Why can't you help the shop owner?" Li Chenzhou persuaded him from the side, trying to get old man Wang to agree to help Ma Feifei make paper.

Uncle Wang just shook his head and didn't answer.

Ma Feifei looked at Old Uncle Wang, looked at his leg slightly, and said, "What if I can heal your leg? And you're not willing to help?"

"Crack~"

The gourd was not held firmly, and it fell directly to the ground. Uncle Wang stared at Ma Feifei with burning eyes, a little excited: "What did you say?"

(End of this chapter)