Eternal Tranquility

These days, Liu Qinghuan has an almost fixed seat in the teahouse. There is a small table in the corner by the window, a futon on the floor, a small bookshelf next to it, and a small space slightly separated by bamboo curtains.

Here he studied the complex characters on the talismans, compared them with the strange characters on his hands, and tried to combine, separate and identify the irregular dots and lines. So when the first business came to his door, he didn't realize for a moment that he was now running a teahouse, and he looked at the two strangers in surprise.

At this time, Jiang Nianen walked out of the side room, led the two guests to sit down at a table, and asked each other what tea they wanted.

"Junshan Yunwu Tea... Your teahouse has recently changed its owner. The environment is much more elegant than before."

Looks like another arty person.

Jiang Nianen replied skillfully, with a warm and respectful attitude, and then went down to prepare tea.

The two monks dressed as scribes walked around the store, playing with some small furnishings. When they arrived at Liu Qinghuan's corner, they just nodded to each other and did not speak to each other.

Then they sat down next to the chess table: "This is a good place to spend time."

The two of them chatted about various news while playing chess, such as the situation in Qianye Mountain, the latest trends in other worlds, etc.

They did not lower their voices, Liu Qinghuan listened indifferently, while looking through the bamboo curtain at the occasional pedestrians passing by on the street outside.

"Some time ago, we rotated a group of people here to Qianye Mountain. I was almost on the list. Now I think about it and I'm still scared."

"Oh, no... I don't know how long we can hide. I feel like these peaceful days are stolen, but there are people in front of me struggling on the edge of life and death..."

"Second brother, you don't want to go to Qianye Mountain, do you?!" One of them suddenly raised his voice.

"How is it possible? You think too much, and you don't think your life is too long!" His companion replied, but his tone was very depressed. After a while, he whispered: "I just don't feel very good. The sealing war is the entire interface. Things happened, but we were hiding behind others, watching others bleed and die in front... Have you seen the death lists in the Xiling Residence newspaper, each time there are several pages..."

Sadness echoed throughout the teahouse, and the two people playing chess had no intention of playing anymore. Liu Qinghuan quietly looked at the tiny but clean sunlight falling on the small table in front of her, thinking of the perennially gloomy sky outside Yandang Fort.

Every day is full of blood and killing. While he was sitting leisurely in the scent of tea, countless people closed their eyes forever.

However, Ming Yangzi strictly ordered him not to reveal his identity outside now. A letter was sent just two days ago. At the end of the letter, a rumor was mentioned: a magical object suddenly appeared in Wuyu Qiu, sucking several Nascent Soul monks from other worlds. .

Liu Qinghuan could only be grateful that the Sanmulus tree had a unique shape. Its trunk had no branches or leaves, and was as straight as a pillar. It was only a shadow that day, so no one had guessed that it was a sacred tree yet.

However, those roots look like real tree roots, so it is very possible for someone to guess the true identity of the three mulberry trees if they are intentional.

So he had to live in this small corner and wait for the situation to develop.

The voices of the two people came faintly again: "...I hope those people from other worlds can always be trapped in the Eastern Wasteland, which is desolate and lifeless, and the damage to our interface can be minimized. "

"I hope, but it's unlikely. Didn't you read what was written in the Xiling Di newspaper? Those people are about to occupy the Sao Feng Continent. It's scary!"

"Fortunately, we didn't join any sect back then. Now most of the monks from those sects can't escape to the front line. On the contrary, we casual cultivators have more freedom."

"By the way, you said last time..."

The two got out of the soundproof array and were obviously going to have a private conversation.

Liu Qinghuan took a sip of tea and no longer cared about what the two said. If he is willing, even if the other party sets up a soundproof array, it will not be able to block the prying of his spiritual consciousness. However, he is the owner of the teahouse now. It is okay to listen to their gossip, but it would be too much to pry into the privacy of the guests.

The two monks gathered together and talked quietly, then sighed and talked about the situation, and sat in the building for half an afternoon before leaving.

Liu Qinghuan stretched out his legs after sitting cross-legged for a long time, and while walking to the backyard, he said to Jiang Nian'en who was packing up the remaining tea sets: "Let's close the shop today. You should seize the time to practice. If you have any questions, come and ask me. In addition, I’ll go out and buy a copy of the Xiling Di newspaper tomorrow, and I’ll buy one every time something new comes out.”

Jiang Nianen bowed in agreement and said happily: "Sir, can I ask you anything?"

Liu Qinghuan patted him and said: "Okay, from now on, come to my residence at three o'clock every day and study Taoist scriptures with me. If you have any questions, ask them after the sermon."

Jiang Nianen was overjoyed and could not walk without feeling for several days.

Liu Qinghuan laughed at this, but seeing that he was attentive when listening to the sermon and working even harder in his daily practice, he couldn't help but be more satisfied.

The business in the tea house is still deserted. Only one or two people will come to the door every three to five days. Most people stay away because of the tea sign at the door.

When there are guests, Liu Qinghuan goes out to stay for a while, or chats for a while, or sits in the corner and continues to study the true characters of the talisman.

Those guests brought all kinds of gossip, true or false, but they also allowed Liu Qinghuan to know what was happening in every corner of the Eagle's Nest City without leaving the house.

Nowadays, most of the monks hiding in the rear are casual cultivators. They cautiously inquire about the battle situation on the front line every day. Anxiety and fear are like invisible hands, grabbing everyone's hearts.

The Xiling Di newspaper was sold out as soon as it was published, and the price tripled from before. Even so, it was hard to find a copy, and the price on the black market had doubled several times.

Naturally, Jiang Nianen couldn't buy it when he went out to buy it. If Liu Qinghuan had asked Xiling Commercial Bank to send one directly in the past, the other party would still have given him the respect. But now he can't use his true identity, nor can he contact the sect's headquarters in the Eagle's Nest City. He can't even contact friends like Xuan Bo and Mo Qianli who are in the city at the moment, so there is a lot of inconvenience in his actions.

The only one who can find him is Ming Yangzi, and what Ming Yangzi claims to the outside world is that he has now returned to the Wenshi Sect and is refining extremely difficult high-level elixirs for the sect.

However, although connections cannot be used, the things that can be solved with money are the simplest things. With Liu Qinghuan's wealth, such a newspaper is still affordable, it just costs more spiritual stones.

But he didn't expect that this newspaper would improve the tea house's business a lot. After reading it, he usually put it on the bookshelf in the corner, and finally one day he was discovered by a customer.

After getting permission, the customer stayed in the store for a few hours, reading all the newspapers on the bookshelf, regardless of whether they were the latest ones, and invited a few friends to come with him the next day.

Although what they wanted was a spiritual stone and a pot of tea, Liu Qinghuan didn't take it seriously and asked Jiang Nian'en to keep refilling the hot tea at all times.

After that, he placed the bookshelf next to the bookcase and added some other classics, allowing customers to borrow them, but they were not allowed to make rubbings or take them out of the store.

Those classics are not very precious, and you can definitely find them if you want to buy them in the market. But the content was carefully selected by Liu Qinghuan, such as thoroughly explained Taoist books, tips on practicing magic, etc.

So some people were attracted after discovering it and sat there all day long.

Liu Qinghuan was running this small teahouse nonchalantly, paying attention to the development of the situation outside, and at the same time continued to study the true characters of Fu Lu.

However, as time went by, Liu Qinghuan had to consider whether he had gone in the wrong direction from the beginning.

Maybe it was just a coincidence that Huang Eryao recognized the word "天" on the yellow cloth. It happened that the combination of those dots and lines looked like the real character "天" in the talisman, like the character "天" in the star text. In fact, it may not mean that at all. The two are very different. Not relevant.

He repeatedly decomposed and combined the dots and lines on the jade talisman, animal skin, and yellow cloth. In the end, he did get some plausible characters, but they were all far-fetched no matter how he looked at them.

There was a creak at the door, and Jiang Nianen walked in quietly, holding a small teapot in his hand.

Because the number of customers in the store began to increase, Liu Qinghuan's daily place was changed to a small room converted from a pastry room.

Burying his head among a pile of paper and ink, he heard the slight sound of tea falling into the cup, and new tea was added to the tea cup next to him.

In the past, Jiang Nianen would leave quietly after pouring the tea, but today he stopped. Liu Qinghuan raised his head and saw the child curiously looking at the jade paper on the table filled with strange words.

Seeing Liu Qinghuan looking over, he said shyly: "Sir, I see you have been studying these for several days. What kind of writing is this? It looks so strange."

Liu Qing said with a smile: "I don't know either, so I have to research it."

He tentatively stretched out his hand to touch the animal skin placed next to the table. Seeing that Liu Qinghuan had no objection, he actually picked it up and looked like he was studying it seriously: "Well..."

Liu Qinghuan teased him: "Can you tell what the word is?"

Jiang Nianen was shocked: "Is this the same character? Why is such a big character! Even the combined characters like 'luck in wealth and treasure' are not this big!"

Liu Qinghuan was stunned when he heard this: "What, what combined characters?"

"Ah, no, why is one word so big?" Jiang Nianen finally realized that he had misunderstood Liu Qinghuan's meaning. He touched his head in embarrassment and said, "Every Spring Festival, many people will put stickers on their doors. New couplets, paper cuts or combined auspicious characters on the windows, like this.”

Jiang Nian'en picked up the pen and quickly drew a rich and round pattern on a piece of discarded jade paper. The strokes were complicated, but if you look carefully, you can tell that they are the four characters of "luck and treasure", but the characters are connected. of.

Jiang Nianen chuckled and said: "This is a combined character. It looks like a painting. Some people say that writing it this way is more auspicious than writing it separately. Many people like to post it. When my mother was here, she would cut out a few stickers every year. In the house."

"Oh." Liu Qinghuan frowned and looked at the so-called combined character, thoughts flashing in his eyes.

He asked: "So you mistakenly thought there was a word on this animal skin?"

"Oh..." Jiang Nian'en lowered his head and played with the pen in his hand: "Sir, the New Year is only a few days away... In the past few days, I remembered that when my grandmother was here, she would post couplets and make dumplings every New Year. Later, my mother also This habit remains and I do these two things every year..."

His grandmother Chun Niu was a mortal.

When Liu Qinghuan was a mortal, he only had a shabby beggar's nest to live in, and after he entered the path of cultivating immortals, he lived in no festivals, so he never knew these trivial matters in a mortal family.

He looked at the young man who had just grown up gently, pitying him for losing all his relatives not long ago, and said: "If you want to do this, just do it."

Jiang Nianen immediately raised his head happily, his eyes bright: "Really, can I do it?"

Liu Qinghuan nodded lightly: "However, you must not delay your cultivation. You must know that you are a monk, and you must not be too attached to these ordinary rituals, lest you lose your pure heart towards the Tao."

"I understand, sir." Jiang Nianen replied happily, and then almost jumped out of the room.

Liu Qinghuan, on the other hand, was thinking about the word "fit" he said, holding the piece of animal skin and looking at it carefully. Then he couldn't help but laugh and shook his head. The child just missed his mother, why did he take it seriously?

After thinking for a while, he took out a clean piece of jade paper and placed the piece of animal skin next to it, preparing to trace all the lines on it onto the paper and take a look.

After studying these things day and night these days, he has actually remembered every line on them clearly, and it is just a habit to put them next to him at this time.

The black ink slowly turned into irregular dots and lines. When most of the content on the animal skin was written, the spiritual power in his body suddenly branched out and flowed down the arm to the elbow and wrist. Finally, it reaches the fingertips and is injected into the bamboo brush in the hand, allowing the ink to flow smoothly and blend into the latest curved ink line written.

Liu Qinghuan was so shocked that he wrote down his pen, and the feeling was immediately broken!

Looking at the curve just written down, there is a slight spiritual light flowing, but this spiritual light seems to dissipate in the air due to the inability to follow up.

This is the first time this has happened!

Looking at the curve again, it has turned into a very ordinary ink mark, exactly the same as the previous ones. If it weren't for the lingering traces of spiritual power in his body, he would have thought that what just happened was just his illusion.

His heart could not help but beat rapidly. He had a hunch that he seemed to have found the right direction this time!

Before, he separated the patterns on animal skins, jade talismans, and yellow cloth, and compared them with the real characters on the talismans, trying to find the corresponding characters, such as the character "天" that Huang Eryao recognized. , never thought that those lines might be a whole.

Therefore, what he transcribed on the paper was each pattern or a small section of the pattern. This was the first time that he had written it down completely from beginning to end.

He took another piece of jade paper, cleared his mind of distracting thoughts, and wrote down the patterns on the animal skin on the paper at a fixed speed, stroke by stroke, without making any mistakes.

As before, most of the previous chapter did not cause any strange phenomena, just like normal writing.

Liu Qinghuan's expression became more focused, and he soon reached the previous curve. When the pen tip just touched the paper, the spiritual power in his body suddenly moved!

The same situation as before appeared again, the curves integrated with spiritual power emitted a faint light, revealing a bit of agility.

Liu Qinghuan breathed softly, and what followed was another curve parallel to it, and then another, forming a pattern like water waves.

The spiritual power is like ink, flowing continuously through the tip of the pen and blending into the fonts.

After three curves, the shimmering light rippled like a wave, jumping and flowing along the lines on the paper. Soon, most of the previous article was dyed with shimmering light, making it look extremely agile.

Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but exclaimed, but he didn't stop writing. There was still a small section on the back of the animal hide. He was very much looking forward to what other wonderful things would happen.

However, when his pen tip came down again, the surge of spiritual power suddenly increased several times, leaving a bright dot on the paper!