Being sad about spring and autumn is not what Qin Liuxi likes to do. He doesn't think about things he doesn't understand. After complaining about it, he just does whatever he wants. As for if prices get really expensive in the coming year,
There was no other way, so she had no choice but to 'rob from the rich and give to the poor'.
This makes sense!
Feng Tong also thought so in his heart. The price of the precious medicines in the Palace of Eternal Life would have to increase. There was no other way. It was unkind to follow the trend to get rich. This was the basic bottom line for being a great demon.
The two looked at each other, revealing a sinister and sinister smile.
Qingpingguan quickly posted a notice to temporarily close the temple for repairs, then recruited all the people, prepared all the materials, and began to build the building, replacing the tiles with golden roofs to carve auspicious animals.
Qin Liuxi didn't care about anything. Apart from laying the foundation of the Buddhist scripture building and setting up the formation at the bottom with Chi Yuan Lao Dao, he spent every day in the Extraordinary Taoist shop as a disciple and fishermen, studying the incomplete trapped immortal formation diagram.
I really couldn't figure it out, so I wrote a letter, folded it up with paper cranes, and sent it to Yu Changkong using magic.
A reclusive noble family like the Yu clan has a collection of such residual pictures. Who knows if there may be other collections of books or formation pictures. If you can find them, it doesn't hurt to borrow them for a look.
Of course, there was more to the letter than this. Qin Liuxi also said that Qingping Temple would build a Buddhist scripture building, which would be used both for collecting books and for climbing. Of course, it couldn’t be built in vain, so he asked Yu Changkong to copy some of the precious scriptures.
Books come in handy, especially books about the Five Arts of Xuanmen and Qimen Dunjia.
Not only did she send a letter to Yu Changkong asking for a letter, but she also sent a letter to Jiang Wenliu and Yan Qishan. She also pointed out Teng Zhao and sent a letter to his father. In short, she sent it to all the connections she could use.
"Greetings and congratulatory letter", and then mentioned that he had a desire to learn, but he had no scholarly books, so he asked for them shamelessly.
Feng Tong laughed at her. The scripture library had not been built yet, but he had already begun to collect books. The young monk was in charge of it, so he had to work hard.
Qin Liuxi: "If you spend a lot of money to build a building and don't order the good books at the bottom of the box, if another Taoist temple comes to step in in the future, wouldn't it make people laugh? Since ancient times, books have been an important inheritance of culture and civilization. With it
Only those behind you can learn knowledge and skills. To develop Qingpingguan, you don't just have to win over others. This person must also have skills to maintain his appearance. Who is like you, who can just show off?"
Feng Tong was angry: "Am I coquettish? I am the most handsome man in the world!"
Qin Liuxi chuckled: "The beautiful man stole two jars of wine from me, and I haven't settled the score with you yet. Come on, follow me up the mountain."
Feng Tong: "You drank from one of the jars yourself!"
"You forced me to drink it. The mud seal has been opened. I don't want to drink it!"
Feng You: "?"
I'm not telling you, but your shameless skills seem to have improved again!
Qin Liuxi ignored him and took him to the high mountains to work as a coolie. He found some precious spiritual fruits and medicinal materials to make wine, took the cleanest snow from the top of the mountain, and buried several jars of snow water for emergencies.
This year, Qin Liuxi also brewed five jars of ginseng wine. The main ingredient was naturally the ginseng of the small ginseng essence. The small ginseng essence was so autistic that it was buried in the soil and did not dare to come out, for fear that the fibrous roots on its body would be destroyed.
Being bald, after all, some little evil star looks like a wolf and is no longer a human being.
Qin Liuxi's life seems to be ordinary, but only Chen Pi and the others know that she has done more things than in previous years.
Yu clan.
Yu Changkong sat cross-legged on the couch and walked for a long time. Suddenly his ears twitched slightly, as if he heard some fluttering sound. He turned his head and looked, and sure enough, there was a small yellow crane fluttering by the window.
His eyes lit up, he walked over quickly, opened the window and stretched out his hand. The little crane fell on his hand, pecked the palm of his hand and stopped moving, turning into a real paper crane.
Yu Changkong closed the window, first touched the paper crane, and then opened it, and a letter appeared in front of him.
In the sky, seeing letters is like meeting...
Yu Changkong read the letter twice, as if he saw Qin Liuxi writing a letter at his desk, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.
"Sifang."
Sifang walked in quickly from outside and asked: "Sir, did you call me?"
"Bring me some water. I'm going to the library."
Quartet responded and quickly fetched water to help him wash up and change his clothes.
Yu Changkong took him to the library, but unexpectedly, he met Yu Linglan there again.
"Big brother." Yu Linglan is dressed in crescent white with a dark red cloak. She is handsome and handsome, with soft eyebrows and a gentle and dignified look.
"Second brother."
Yu Linglan said: "Brother came to the library again?"
Yu Changkong looked calm and hummed.
He walked inside, and Yu Linglan said behind him: "Brother, the Wanshou Festival will happen after spring next year, and Shengjing must be very lively. I have followed grandpa's order and am going to Shengjing to have a look at this big tree."
Thousands of talented people have shown their talents.”
Yu Changkong paused for a moment.
There is another meaning to this, which is that the children of the Yu family of their generation are ready to be born.
The meaning of being born is not to participate in the Spring Festival and compete with those people for ranking, but to find the monarch in their eyes, assist him and achieve great achievements.
In other words, Dafeng is about to establish a crown prince.
This is also deduced by Yu himself. The emperor knows the destiny and the prince has not yet been established, which will harm the country. Once the Wanshou Festival is over, the voice of the prince will become louder, and then the battle between various forces will become more intense.
The Yu family wanted to join at this time to fight for an imperial division.
Yu Changkong tilted his head slightly and said, "Then I wish my second brother all the best!"
Yu Linglan laughed and said: "I prefer to hear the congratulations on achieving great things."
Yu Changkong didn't answer any more, and just as he was about to leave, Yu Linglan said again: "Brother, your eyes have actually recovered, right?"
Yu Changkong was shocked, but he walked into the library without stopping.
"I'll wait for my eldest brother to come to Shengjing."
Outside the pavilion, Yu Linglan's voice came in.
Sifang looked at Yu Changkong with some worry: "Young Master?"
Yu Changkong raised his hand, went up to the second floor, stood in front of the window lattice, stared slightly, and then looked away.
Yu Linglan was walking out of the library. He seemed to notice it. He turned around and looked in the direction where Yu Changkong was standing. He raised the corners of his mouth and said, "I'll wait for you."
His smile looked a little proud and a little evil.
Yu Changkong watched intently, and finally saw the Qi on Yu Linglan's body. It was as red as blood, as if it was wrapped in a ball of blood mist, which made his people unable to see clearly, and couldn't see through it!
My eyes suddenly stung.
Yu Changkong immediately closed his eyes, calmed down for a moment, and when he opened them again, Yu Linglan had disappeared.
"Sir, are you okay?" Sifang saw that Yu Changkong's face didn't look good, so he said nervously: "Your face is a little white."
"It's okay." Yu Changkong pressed the palpitations on his chest and said, "You don't have to wait here. Go find Uncle Qian and ask him to come see me at night."
The four parties retreated.
Yu Changkong held the window lattice and looked at the direction where Yu Linglan disappeared. His eyes became distant and he murmured his name: "Yu Linglan, what will you make this world become?"
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