After rebirth, the little master uncle engages in introversion in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 37 Mr. Bai

After dinner, Jinxiu was responsible for cleaning the kitchen. After cleaning up, she left the Taoist temple and observed it carefully.

The man didn't leave, but he didn't stay in the temple either. Instead, he stayed under the old tree, together with his horse. It seemed that the Taoist priest didn't agree to buy fire for him. Gu Jinxiu turned around and returned to his house.

In the house.

My nephew woke up at noon the next day.

"Uncle, please help me sit down for a while." Chang'an's face was not very good, and his head was still a little dizzy.

"Okay, nephew, please slow down." Gu Jinxiu helped Chang An sit on the ground, forming a triangle with the Taoist temple and the man and horse under the tree.

"This place is very weird. It feels comfortable just sitting on the ground." Chang'an felt much better. "Uncle Master, according to what is recorded in history books, this place is a place of punishment from heaven." The spiritual energy was hidden, and the sun and moon were unknown.

"Heavenly punishment?... Chang'an, even Mu Yu can use fire, could it be that the Vulcan clan is being imprisoned?" Jinxiu blurted out.

"There must be a Vulcan Clan, but my uncle doesn't know. Historical records say that the Vulcan Clan has always been a follower of the God Clan. I suspect that there are people from the God Clan here or descendants of the God Clan who have been imprisoned here." Chang'an looked solemn.

Matt, I won’t drink alcohol from now on. It’s so uncomfortable.

"The Gods? No way, who has the right to imprison the Gods?" Who dares to lock up the boss?

"At least 80% of them are like this, and the other 20% are waiting for us to confirm. If there are really people from the Gods or descendants of the Gods, they must be rescued." Who trapped the Gods here?

"Save? Chang'an, you are mistaken, we can't get out ourselves yet." Are you confused?

"We'll naturally go out after we find them. This may be the mission of the two of us coming here." Changan didn't care much.

"Nephew, what should we do in the future?" He had a headache.

"Just wait and see what happens. Stay here first. Otherwise, if you are not familiar with this place, you won't be able to leave even if you want to." He glanced at Gu Jinxiu and said, "Stay here with peace of mind. I have a special feeling for this general. I can't explain it clearly. At least.

He will continue to stay before he leaves us.”

"Okay, I'll listen to Chang'an." Gu Jinxiu nodded.

The old Taoist still goes to the forest every day, which is the mountain he calls, but he is not alone, there is Chang'an beside him. The man on horseback has not left, and when he goes down the mountain every day, the old Taoist still invites the man to come and sit in his dojo.

.The man occasionally eats in the temple. The one who cooks now is Jinxiu, and Mu Yu is only responsible for lighting the fire. Jinxiu asked the old Taoist that they are not Qingxiu who can eat meat dishes. It’s just that the market is a bit far away, and he has to do it every day

Going up the mountain to collect medicinal herbs, the rain was light, so the days were a bit lighter.

Mu Yu was just growing up, and eating vegetables all the time would inevitably lead to a weak constitution. She asked the old Taoist for some money. The money here was an octagonal silver-like thing, which was light. The old Taoist gave him a hundred and ten with a smile

Embarrassed, Gu Jinxiu knew that the old man had no money either.

Watching Chang An and Lao Dao leave the Taoist temple, Mu Yu asked Mu Yu to find a piece of coarse cloth. He sewed a bag with a needle and thread. He sewed it back and forth three or four times for fear that it would not be strong. He then tied a rope around the mouth of the bag and hung it around his waist.

, Mu Yu took the basket on her back and went out.

Han Zheng is a silent man, Mu Yu said that he has a cold air on his body, Chang An said that it is murderous aura, which is the murderous aura inspired by a person's life and death on the battlefield.

Just as he walked out of the Taoist temple, he glanced at Han Zheng, who was feeding his horse under the tree, "The market is far away, do you want me to take you there on horseback?" Even without looking up, he knew it was her. This girl was kind-hearted and good at cooking.

Eat, eat people are short-tongued, and he doesn't want to owe any favors.

"Thank you, no need, your horse is very beautiful" Gu Jinxiu said with a smile.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" The white horse suddenly raised its head and called out twice, then lowered its head to eat grass.

"Well" she doesn't need him to send it, so he can't go to dinner tonight.

Mu Yu weighed the weight on his back, which made Mu Yu giggle. The two of them walked toward the market while talking and laughing.

The journey of twenty or thirty miles was really nothing to her. When they arrived at the market, they put Mu Yu down, and the two of them started strolling hand in hand. The currency here is similar to silver but not silver. It is called eight-point coins, and the top of the dime is eight-point yuan coins.

, there are one hundred and ten octagonal coins in the bag on the waist, which is about ten octagonal yuan coins. The octagonal yuan coins are similar to the one-yuan coins in the previous life. However, except for the shape of the octagonal yuan coins, the pattern on them is not sure what kind of beast it is.

It should be their totem.

I asked at a wonton stall that the next bowl of wontons cost two eight cents. There were not many people at the stall, and the stall owner, the grandmother, was very enthusiastic, so I simply bought two large bowls and ate them while chatting with her, "Grandma, this is

Best thing I’ve ever had here”

"The girl is a foreigner. That's no wonder. People here are not so handsome. Is the girl married?"

"...Married, my husband is a servant." Jinxiu said with a smile, "Grandma, is there a library in the town?"

"Yes, I heard that Mr. Bai's library is quite famous. Their books are the most popular, but there are too few copyists and it's hard to find them. Isn't it time to recruit people in the town again?" Grandma said with a smile.

"You're still recruiting people to copy books?" Gu Jinxiu was stunned.

"No, thirty-eight cents a month is a lot of money. It's enough for an ordinary farmer to earn in two or three years. It can also be used to raid homes, which is also convenient. The library is not far away. There is a street outside the market. There is a fork in the street.

Exit, turn left and you'll be there."

“Thank you grandma”

"No thank you, please eat quickly, it won't taste good if it's cold."

It was the first time to eat wontons. Mu Yu squinted her eyes happily and smiled. She took a bite and it was so delicious. She took a sip of the soup and it was so delicious.

Grandma's cooking skills were good and the food was abundant. When the two of them were full, they bought some seasonings and ten kilograms of red meat, put them in a basket, covered them with a cloth, and led Mu Yu out of the market.

Sure enough, after walking for a while, there was a library on the left side of the fork in the street. As soon as he led Mu Yu in, a scholar in his thirties greeted him: "Does this lady want to buy a book?"

"I'm sorry, I don't want to buy a book. Is this Mr. Bai's library? Are we recruiting copycats?" I felt embarrassed and couldn't afford it.

"Do you want to copy the book or ask for someone else?" The scholar looked at her in surprise and then at Mu Yu. Mu Yu was afraid and hurriedly leaned towards Jinxiu, and Gu Jinxiu patted him on the shoulder and hugged him.

.

"Excuse me, sir, may I?"

"...You can write a few words and I'll take a look." The scholar smiled and nodded, leading the person to a table in the back room.

Ready-made pens, ink and paper should be prepared for job applicants.

He carried a cloth basket on his left arm, held Mu Yu in his hand, and shook his right hand. He hadn't written for many years and didn't know if it would work. He picked up a pen and drank ink and wrote five big characters on the rice paper: Mr. Bai's Library. After writing,

Place the pen tip on the inkstone.

"The handwriting is flowing, elegant and free. It is a masterpiece in cursive script. Miss's handwriting can be used as calligraphy stickers." The man was obviously quite satisfied.

"Thank you Mr. Bai for your compliment"

"Haha, how did you know that I am Mr. Bai?"

(End of chapter)