Happy Life in Jiang Ye

Xia Yu turned his head and looked to the north, where the big brother was. Just now, he felt the north wind. He knew that the big brother had lost.

Then he looked to the south, where there was a yellow figure running wild. Xia Yu knew that it was his third senior sister. Originally, he didn't intend to intervene. After all, he knew as well as the second senior sister, in this case, the third senior sister. People go is the best.

However, when the master went to the academy, Xia Yu really couldn't wait like this, because the four books of heaven were all on his body at this time.

Xia Yu understands that the observer will definitely find himself here.

It's nothing to die, but if the heavenly book is captured by the master, it will be a very important thing.

Therefore, Xia Yu stopped the wooden cart.

He stretched out his hand, took off his prosthesis, and removed three books from it. It was the Japanese scroll, the Tian scroll and the Ming scroll from Xia Yu.

As for the remaining copy of the sand scroll book, he has always placed it in the Demon Sect Mountain Gate of Tianqi Mountain, and put it there for some outstanding talents in the Sect to watch.

Xia Yu handed the Japanese scroll and Tian scroll to Zhang San and Li Si, and said

"This matter, you are likely to die, but I can only do this."

Zhang San and Li Si each ended up with a celestial book, saluting Xia Yu

"Leaving Master Uncle's orders, our two brothers have already contributed our lives to Tang Guo."

Xia Yu sighed again

"You take one of the two books, and then you separate, rush back to Chang'an as soon as possible, and hand them to your little uncle."

Xia Yu paused, then spoke again

"These two books are very important, even related to the outcome of this war, so please."

Zhang San and Li Si naturally understood the meaning of Xia Yu's words, even if they both died, these two books would have to be delivered to Ning Que.

Li Si asked hesitantly

"Then Uncle Master, what do you do? You still have injuries on your body now."

Xia Yu smiled and shook his head

"I also have things I want to do. If you and I both survive this time, I will teach you my Ming Yu Jue. That is a technique that the second brothers have admired."

If we were all alive, Xia Yu thought so.

Then, he ignored Zhang San and Li Si, put on prostheses, stood up, and walked away.

Xia Yu didn't go to Senior Brother's place, because he knew that there were Third Senior Sisters there.

He didn't return to Chang'an either. Even if he went back at this time, he might still be able to keep the book on him, but then, Zhang San and Li Si would not be able to return to Chang'an.

Therefore, Xia Yu intends to use himself and the plain script in his hands as a bargaining chip, or a bait, to hold the viewer.

Xia Yu believed that if Zhang San and Li Si went all out without him, they would be able to rush back to Chang'an within a day.

So where did Xia Yu go?

There is a back mountain in the academy, a cliff cave in the back mountain, and a scholar in the cliff cave.

Naturally, there is no heavenly book in the hands of scholars, but there are a lot of books that have the same breath as heavenly books. Those are the books left by those cultivators thousands of years ago, and even among them, there might even be Haotian's autographs?

In short, Xia Yu knew that as long as the master went to the academy, he would definitely go there in the end and see scholars.

The big brother originally wanted to leave the Mingji scrolls to the scholars, because it was safe there. Before Ning Que returned to Chang'an, it was the safest place.

However, Xia Yu took the book of heaven. The scholar is worthy of respect. He is a person respected by the master, and a person who spends his entire life studying, how can he not be respected?

But, in the end, the scholar is useless.There is no way for a scholar to watch the subject.

Therefore, Xia Yu did not leave the heavenly book there.

199 Awakening 3

The scholar has been in the academy for many years, but no one knows how long he stayed here except the master.No one even knows what Jean’s name is and how old this year is.

From the beginning of the childhood teacher and uncle Ke Haoran until Ning Que, people in Houshan only know that old scholars have been reading books, copying books and endorsements here, and everything is difficult to disturb.

Therefore, people in the academy call him a scholar, a scholar in the academy.

Scholars have always lived in the cliff cave of Houshan, where the rare and rare ancient books in the academy are stored.

The cave is very high, with birds flying in and out above it.There is a two-story wooden building on the gentle slope outside the cliff. There is a square desk in front of the building and a gray-haired old scholar behind the desk.This is a scholar.

And here, in fact, it can be said to be a real two-story building. Every disciple of the Master's direct reports has come here to visit scholars and get a few words from the scholars.

The Guanzhu stood in front of the desk, looking at the old scholar, smelling the pungent ink and the smell of Huangzhou bud paper. After being silent for a long time, he suddenly laughed, with some emotion.

This is the academy.

The Academy, where the Book Sea is located, only this two-story wooden building hidden in the mountains can bear the name of the second-story academy.

"Hello there."

The master salutes the scholar

It's just that, for the scholars who are addicted to the book, they will not hear the words of the master.

The scholar is just holding an old book in his left hand and a half-bald brush in his right hand, muttering something in his mouth, and occasionally writes a few words on the paper, seeming to make comments.

Gamblers are good at betting, butchers are good for killing, and alcoholics are good for drinking, so it is inevitable that scholars are good books.

Seeing that the scholar ignored him, he could not help but increase his voice and ask

"Old sir, have you seen an old book?"

The Master's voice was very loud, and a little power of thought was used in it, directly awakening the scholar immersed in the sea of ​​books.

The scholar looked up at him in a daze, not knowing what he was talking about.,

After a while, the scholar woke up, was inexplicably angry because he was disturbed to study, and his eyebrows moved.

Regarding this, Guanzhu is not angry. People like scholars who have been studying for a lifetime are worthy of respect. Even Guanzhu will not blame scholars for such trivial matters.

The viewer was afraid that the scholar was too old and did not hear what he was asking, so he raised his hand and asked while making gestures.

"A very old book."

In response, the scholar frowned, thought about it seriously, lifted the half-bald brush in his hand and dipped it with ink in the inkstone, and then seriously wrote a word on the Huangzhou bud paper, solemnly like a mountain.

The ink is dripping and full of meaning.