In Haoran Academy, in Yin Zhaoxian's courtyard, a small stone table was not enough for Jiyuan to display it, so Jiyuan threw out three tables from his sleeve and lined up under the plum tree.

Jiyuan put out the four treasures of his study and put them aside and bought rice paper that he had not long after he had finished. Yin Zhaoxian and Wang Li also took pens, ink, paper and ink from the study room in the courtyard.

During this period, Yin Zhaoxian had already instructed a book boy not far away to inform him and his two gentlemen that they would close the hospital to write books, and that no one should disturb anyone, and even food would be sent outside the hospital.

Shutong actually always paid attention to what Yin Zhaoxian and Ji Yuan and others in the courtyard would say, but strangely, after they entered the courtyard, they had a sound, but they couldn't hear it clearly. At this time, Yin Zhaoxian's instructions were of course very quick to respond, but his curiosity became even stronger. Although they were curious, they did not dare to do anything beyond their means.

Everything was ready. Before the three of them started writing, the sky was rumbling, and the sound of cloudless thunder continued, like some kind of emotion from God.

Paintings of Huangquan float in front of the three tables, with various changes in the scenes on them, as well as some scenes of the Netherworld Hall and various underworlds, but Yin Zhaoxian and even Wang Li seemed unmoved.

"Two, as I said just now, Mr. Wang is the chief writer, and Master Yin is polished. Master Yin has to add some poems in specific chapters, and Ji also needs to add paintings. If there is no objection, just start like this?"

Yin Zhaoxian and Wang Li looked at each other and nodded. Although there were primary and secondary, the three of them started writing almost at the same time.

The sky began to condense dark clouds and became thicker and thicker, making the Gyeonggi Prefecture a lot darker.

"Crack—Rumbling..."

The lightning shone on the earth, and the thunder in the sky suddenly became violent, which shocked everyone in the Jingji Prefecture to look at the sky. Many children were startled by the thunder and cried loudly at home.

Ji Yuan looked up at the sky. Although the lead clouds were rolling, the strange thing was that only Haoran Academy, or only in this corner of Haoran Academy, had a small gap in which sunlight penetrated the clouds, shining on Yin Zhaoxian's courtyard, on the three tables of Ji Yuan, Wang Li and Yin Zhaoxian.

Above the capital of Jingji, Ying Ruoli stood here with a folding fan in her hand. It was her gathering of wind and clouds that made the thunder sounding in the air not obvious.

After the dark clouds gathered, the lightning and thunder continued, but Ying Ruoli did not control the wind and thunder. She stood in the clouds with a folding fan in her hand, and then took a step forward, slid in the clouds, and came to a corner of the head of the clouds.

Ying Ruoli looked up and looked down. There was a small hole here, and a few rays of faint sunlight could always shine on the earth through here.

The dragon girl gently sported the folding fan, and while she was thinking about it, the wind and rain of the Gyeonggi Prefecture rose and rain fell...

"Waolalala..."

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The downpour finally fell. Gyeonggi Prefecture has gone from a clear sky that was half a day ago to the current strong wind and rain.

"Woo...woo...woo..."

In a living room in Haoran Academy, an old man who was teaching stopped chanting the book and walked to the door of the living room to watch the rain outside. Most of the students in the hall were looking out the window.

Many of these scholars have a strong spirit. Even if they do not show their glory, their literary fortunes are tangled with them.

"The sound of wind and rain is so sad..."

"Yes, it's like crying!"

The old master gently patted his palm with the book in his hand, and glanced at one direction of the academy. Although it was covered by wind and rain, because they were all in Haoran Academy and the school was not too far away from there, you could vaguely see a beam of sky light shining through the clouds in that direction.

‘What is the dean doing?’

There are more than one person in Haoran Academy who has this idea, and there are many people who are lying in the entire Dazhen Capital. They are now lying on the sky and thinking hard. However, most of them understand that something big seems to happen, but they have no way to understand it.

...

One day, two days, three days...ten days, twenty days, thirty days...

In Yin Zhaoxian's courtyard, Ji Yuan, Wang Li and Yin Zhaoxian sometimes wrote nonstop, sometimes discussed briefly, sometimes looked at the changes in the scroll, and the ink paper stacked on the table became more and more thicker.

Wang Li is worthy of being a genius in this way. He borrowed some existing rules of the Yin Si and some rules of the Wei Ming Zheng Hall, plus some ideas discussed with Ji Yuan, and used this as the core to produce various rich stories, including joys, sorrows, separations, friendships, loyalty and firmness. There is even a linkage between Yin and Yang. Even from Ji Yuan's perspective, he found it extremely exciting.

All things in the world of the world are clear;

The waves of the underworld water, the faint road of the underworld;

The flowers on the other side bloom everywhere, and this place is panic;

Walking in life, although the feet are narrow, the road is crisscrossing. When you return after death, the road is wide and the ghosts walk one by one;

Everyone hopes that love, hate, love and hatred will eventually be repaid. When death is approaching, it is also worrying about gains and losses. Things are difficult to understand today, wishes are difficult to fulfill in this life, and concerns are difficult to let go, and may a lifetime of life...

...

From the golden wind to the snowy snow, the work of "Yellow Spring" took only a few months, but the effort spent so much effort.

During this period, many imperial relatives from the imperial court came to Haoran Academy to visit Yin Zhaoxian. Even the immortal masters had visitors, but they were all turned away and even the emperor was not allowed to be admitted to the hospital. At most, Yin Zhaoxian in the hospital apologized.

The Yin family naturally came here many times, but they were not allowed to enter. However, when they learned that Mr. Ji was still there, they immediately had no worries.

At the end of the year, under the leadership of the Yi family's bookstore, six works of "Huangquan" were engraved and printed, including books, paintings, and poems and songs.

There is no author's signature in the book "Huangquan", but there are many people who write the preface, one for the plot, one for the king, the other for Yin Zhaoxian, and the other for Xin Wuya.

Although this book explains that this book is a novel in its preface and preface, it describes all the various aspects of the world, everything is meticulous and subtle, and even contains the principles of heaven and earth. Even those who practice occasionally see it will find a complete book, and the transformation of the matter between yin and yang cannot help but let the readers think deeply about it.

...

On a street in Chunhuifu City, it was still dark early in the morning, and a queue began to be in front of a book shop. In addition to the people who came to queue, there were some scholars from the college, and some servants from someone.

Although the weather is cold, the people who are waiting to buy books rub their hands and stamp their feet and never leave. The smarter ones have already bought hot buns elsewhere before coming. They are waiting while eating, which makes people feel drooled.

"Squeak~~"

In the shop, a guy yawned and opened the door, but was startled by the eyes outside.

"Oh my mother, why are there so many people today?"

The scholar at the forefront said anxiously.

"I heard that today you will see a group of strange books written by the sages of literary priests, which one is the "Huangquan", right?"

The shop guy was stunned for a moment and nodded.

"Yes, I was unloaded from the dock last night. I only had a rest when I was transported by the ox cart. It's in the shop. Uh, are you all going to buy that book?"

"It's good! It's good if you have it, it's good if you have it! Hurry up, give me a whole movie, no, give me two movies!"

The scholar at the front said this in a hurry, but as soon as he finished speaking, it caused dissatisfaction among many people behind him.

"Hey, brother, how can you buy two books by one? How many people have no way to find books!"

"That's right, this brother came early, but buying two games was too much. How many people were queuing up!"

"Yes, I heard from my friend who came back from Beijing that many bookstores are now limited to one book, and some places can only buy one."

The sleepy shop guy suddenly thought of something and hurriedly said

"Oh yes yes yes, yes, the shopkeeper said, each person can only buy one!"

"Then open the box soon, we want to buy books!"

"Yes, I can help."

"Oh, okay, okay, all the guests stay for a while, it's going to be fine right away! The shopkeeper, the shopkeeper - many people want to buy books!"

The shopkeeper shouted at the back of the shop a few times. After hearing the response, he quickly opened several boxes. At the same time, he became particularly curious about the book "Yellow Spring".

Reading Huangquan not only has fascinating novels, but also has extremely outstanding literary talent, but also has stunning poetry and songs that integrate into various stories. It also has the ultimate principles of heaven and earth. After careful thinking and calculation of Huangquan, it can even shock monks from all walks of life in the world.

So much so that after the initial publication of "Huangquan", as the books leaked, it lost its composure and slowly fermented for more than a month, and soon caused a chain reaction in all parties.

Storytellers found that this was a great storytelling subject, both novel and fascinating; scholars found that this was a literary treasure and also loved to read the stories in it; the people also liked the stories in it; and those who practiced by immortals, Buddhas, demons, even ghosts and gods, accidentally discovered that this was a real strange book!

For a time, the book "Huangquan" was hard to find.

This chain reaction is now only radiating outward with the Dazhen Gyeonggi Prefecture as the core, but the speed is astonishingly fast and there is a vague necessity for causing a greater vibration. Because the monks follow the book, they are vague in the secrets of heaven, because the word "Huangquan" makes those who are very profound feel palpitations when they hear it.
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