Dao Fruit

"Mr. Qiu, this is a gift from my princess. I hope you will go well in the Taoist examination and come out on top."

When Song Nu saw Qiu Yan, he walked over, followed by a man holding a tray. The tray was lined with pens, inks, paper and inkstones. The pen barrel was smooth and the inkstones were embossed. At first glance, they were extraordinary.

However, Qiu Yan didn't even look at it, and walked around with a flick of his sleeves.

"Since Mr. Qiu doesn't want it, that's fine. But please keep my princess's wishes in mind. I know this test won't be difficult for you, but don't be careless. Be careful of capsizing in the gutter." Song Nu said with a smile. It doesn't bother me, it seems like I'm used to it.

In fact, similar things have happened many times in the past two years.

Qiu Yan pushed open the courtyard door, walked in, and then closed the door directly.

Seeing this, Song Nu shook his head.

"You have some ability, but you think very highly of yourself. Do you really think that the princess can like you? Not to mention others, the little prince of the swamp people who recently visited the king is hundreds of times more powerful than this Qiu Yan. Even the king said that he has Compared with a person who hopes to unify Wunuma and become a hegemon, what does Qiu Yan, a poor scholar, mean to him? The little prince once stayed in the Imperial College of Da Rui Capital!"

With a sneer, Song Nu led the people away.

"The whole Qingchang, there is an undercurrent surging..."

Returning to his study room, Qiu Yan sighed, looked at the ginseng that was slowly moving on the desk, and shook his head.

"I also need to be prepared. I need to end my accumulation and manifest all my two years of accumulation. Unfortunately, if I am given a few more years to completely consolidate what I have learned, I will definitely gain more..."

Thinking like this, his heart suddenly moved, and he looked surprised, then took out a book from his arms, with the words "New World Insights" written on the cover.

This book came from Yan Yongjie. Although Qiu Yan wanted to return it many times, Yan Yongjie refused. A year ago, Yan Yongjie said goodbye after seeing a letter brought by his hometown people, and the book also disappeared. Just stay here.

Turning to the last page of the travelogue, that strange picture appeared.

There are springs, clouds and mist, and suspended pavilions.

Compared with two years ago, this picture has almost remained unchanged. The only difference is that the fluctuations of people's wishes wrapped around it have become stronger.

"This painting can absorb the people's wishes, and it must be hiding a lot of secrets. In the past two years, my popularity has increased, and I can receive some of the people's wishes every day. The book is on my body, and unconsciously, it also shrinks. I had a lot of thoughts about the people's wishes, and just now, there were indescribable changes..."

Putting his hand on the book, Qiu Yan could vaguely feel that there was a vague connection between the book and himself. This connection became increasingly clear as more and more people's wishes gathered on the picture.

“I don’t know when and how much public support will accumulate before this connection can clearly emerge, and then what kind of changes will occur.”

After feeling it for a while, Qiu Yan turned to look out the window. Seeing that it was getting late, he stopped thinking, took out a long sword wrapped in cloth from the corner of the study, and pushed the door open.

Two hours later, he came back, raised his hand, and the invisible breath-containing talisman appeared out of thin air, and returned to his hand. The scene in the yard suddenly became distorted, and there were a few more beasts!

These beasts were motionless and seemed to be unconscious.

They saw Qiu Yan peeling off the skin and cramping three times, picking up the flesh and blood with oil paper and lotus leaves, and putting them in the kitchen. The remaining bloody fur and bones were piled in the yard, and blood flowed all over the floor.

When Qiu Yan came out of the kitchen, without pausing, he raised his hand and flames shot out, burning the scattered fur and bones.

Strange to say, the furry skeleton that was built up to be as tall as a man quickly shrunk when burned by the flames, like a deflated rubber ball.

The flames spread, and even the blood flowing on the ground was enveloped by the flames. In the blink of an eye, a pile of fur and bones disappeared, and not even a drop of blood on the ground remained.

Then the flames stopped, and Qiu Yan waved his hand, and a drop of scarlet and crystal blood flew over and was put into a porcelain bottle by him.

"My appetite has been getting bigger and bigger lately. If I continue like this, I won't be able to satisfy even hunting. This is also a sign that my life cultivation is gradually becoming more and more solid. If I want to make some achievements in my life cultivation, my nutrition must keep up."

After tidying up for a while, Qiu Yan picked up two bags of flesh and blood, pushed open the door and left. He was going to Liu's courtyard and wanted to have dinner there.

Half an hour later, Qiu Yan came back again.

When he got home, he did not go to the main room, but turned around and entered the study. He sat on a chair, picked up a book and started reading softly. The ginseng that was originally lying softly on the table immediately became energetic and trembled slightly when he heard the sound of reading. .

Qiu Yan read until midnight, then put down the book, counted the time, then calmed down and let go, and his soul jumped out from the top of his head.

As soon as this living soul came out, the whole room was immediately filled with shadowy figures.

Compared with two years ago, Qiu Yan's living soul has not changed much. It is more condensed. The person in the soul is sitting cross-legged inside, motionless as a mountain. However, with the appearance of the living soul, the entire study has changed. On the rows of simple bookshelves, there are vague shadows, and the books are stacked on top of each other, like a dream!

These shadows seemed to be pulled by Qiu Yan's living soul. To gather them together, it was difficult to escape from the restraints of the bookshelf and the book itself, and they could only stand in a stalemate in the air for a while.

Qiu Yan ignored this and his soul wandered for a while, then the sound of reading came from outside the window.

Then, I saw the ginseng on the table trembling continuously, and a shadow appeared, holding its white belly, grinning at Qiu Yan's living soul, making a "gurgling" sound.

What a big fat baby.

Seeing this, the man in the soul shook his head: "Ginseng boy, cherish this moment. In two days, you won't hear the sound of reading anymore."

As soon as his thoughts turned around, he was understood by the ginseng doll, who suddenly burst into tears.

………………

Three days later, outside Qingchang City, Dong Qiu took a group of people from the yamen and sent them all the way. Looking at the posture, he wanted to send Ma Yang and others directly to the east capital in one fell swoop.

After passing a hillside, Ma Yang waved his hand and said to Dong Qiu: "Okay, you have done your best. Let's go back." Then, he ignored the embarrassed county magistrate and said a few words to Qiu Yan beside him. sentence.

"You have a few days left to live in my courtyard. I have already told the two nursing homes that Haosheng will take care of the courtyard. After you finish the exam, you can let them leave." As he said that, Ma Yang suddenly mentioned something , "By the way, you don't have words yet."

Qiu Yan nodded and said, "Yes, I won the title at twenty, but due to an accident, my father died and I was not able to get the title."

"In that case, let me choose a word for you, what do you think?"

Qiu Yan was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I can't ask for it."

After hearing this, Ma Yang nodded, and then said: "Confucianism talks about being cautious and independent. Think deeply and take it carefully. Why not just call it 'cautious'."

"Shenzhi, Qiu Shenzhi..."

Qiu Yan chewed on the word, savored a hint of meaning from it, glanced at Ma Yang, and then clasped his fists in thanks. Judging from Ma Yang's performance, this was by no means a casual move, and had deep meaning in it.

After thanking him and saying goodbye at the end, Qiu Yan felt a jump in his soul and a warning sign.

In the distance, at the end of the send-off team, there were several scholars in green shirts. Seeing this scene, they all showed unhappiness on their faces.

"Qiu Yan doesn't even have the reputation of being a scholar, so why is he favored by the old prime minister? We are all scholars, and we have not been able to get in when we have visited him many times. How can Qiu Yan come in and out at will every day?" The person who spoke was a person. A scholar of about 20 years old, with a handsome face and a small reputation in the county, his name is Zhang Jue.

"He just relies on the favor of the Prime Minister. Let's see how this Taoist test goes." The person who said this was a shorter scholar named Liu Jian.

"That's right, no matter how good you are at flattering someone, it's all in vain if you don't have real ability!"

These scholars all had the status of scholar, but they could not look down upon Qiu Yan. As they talked, they suddenly felt a chill in their hearts. They turned around and saw that Qiu Yan, who had sent Ma Yang away, was facing him. From this point of view, several people immediately lowered their heads and became silent.

"My heart skipped a beat just now, just like the impulse mentioned in the book. It's just that although these people have evil thoughts towards me, they hardly pose a threat. This..."

Qiu Yan retracted his gaze, and just as he was thinking about it, his expression suddenly changed.

"Huh? Something happened to me!"