My Experience In the Otherworldly Liver

Four days later, the library.

Sincerely and carefully read the copied Taoist scriptures.

In front of him, seven Taoist scriptures were laid out. This is the result of Chen Mu's labor these days.

Two of them were copied by the predecessor, and the remaining five were copied by him.

Sincerely put down the last Taoist scripture, and picked up the first one: "I will read again, and then read again."

"I'm going to turn the book over again." Chen Mu reminded expressionlessly.

I just said that I just turned it over, but I read from the beginning to the end, word by word.

Isn't this guy trying to cheat? !

Chen Mu narrowed his eyes, walked silently to the corner of the desk, and quietly touched the inkstone with his right hand.

After thinking about it, my left hand slowly clasped the pen again...

After a long while, sincerity closed the page unwillingly.

Raising his eyes and noticing Chen Mu's small movements, his eyelids twitched fiercely. Is this scholar so arrogant? !

Although the handwriting has indeed changed a bit, it is more elegant and beautiful. It has a match with the carvings on the walls of the ancestor's hall.

And if you look closely, you will find that this word is in the same line as the original handwriting.

I can only admire the other party's outstanding talent and improved calligraphy skills.

He hadn't heard that Xie Xun could inherit the talent and learning of the original book, or even go further.

I really guessed wrong.

Just when Chen Mu couldn't help but start.

Sincerity took out a small gray cloth bag from the cuff.

"Little run, no respect."

Chen Mu immediately smiled: "Not too small, not too small, why don't you watch it again?"

"No, the handwriting is beautiful and generous, and it looks like an ethereal fairy. It is a rare good calligraphy. Li Gongzi has an outstanding talent in calligraphy, and he will definitely become a generation of people." He complimented with sincerity.

"Sincerity is better than awards." Chen Mu said modestly.

The two exchanged greetings for a while, and Chen Mu said goodbye.

After copying the scriptures, it was time for him to go home.

...

At the entrance of the Taoist temple, Chen Muzheng bid farewell with sincerity.

"Huh?" Sincerity suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance.

Chen Mu couldn't help turning his head to look.

Qingfengguan is located on the halfway of Xiaodong Mountain, and there is a stone staircase leading to the foot of the mountain.

At this moment, a figure is running wildly from the bottom of the mountain.

One step, it jumped five or six meters, and after a few ups and downs, the mountain road was halfway gone.

Chen Mu was stunned.

"How could this man run so fast?!"

The scalp tightened, and my heart couldn't help jumping.

"This world has martial arts that make people jump over the eaves!"

He couldn't help thinking of the Taoists who practiced martial arts in Qingfengguan. Can they also fly over the eaves?

Chen Mu thought it was just a daoyin technique to strengthen the body.

"Master Sincerity, does Qingfengguan teach martial arts?" Chen Mu looked at Sincerity with gleaming eyes.

With sincerity, he looked back and glanced at Chen Mu: "Master Chen wants to learn martial arts?"

"Unfortunately, Qingfeng Guanwu is only taught to direct disciples." Sincerity said lightly: "Chen Gongzi is an adult and does not meet the requirements of Guannei to accept disciples."

"Isn't there a saying of a lay disciple?" Chen Mu didn't give up, this is a martial art that can fly over the eaves!

Smile sincerely without saying a word.

Chen Mu wanted to ask again, the figure who was still at the foot of the mountain just now had come to the two of them.

This man was dressed in black attire, with a black-handled goose ling knife hanging from his waist.

The other party came with a strong wind blowing his face, and as soon as he stood firm, he said anxiously: "Is Daoist Master Feng Ren here?"

"Lu Chatou?!" Cheng Yi's face changed: "Master has not returned from the mountain. But where did the evil happen again?"

Lu Chau turned his head to look at Chen Mu: "Go, go in and talk!"

Chen Mu stood at the door of the Taoist Temple, looking at the figures of the two hurried away, with an inexplicable expression.

martial arts? Evil?

This world is really amazing!

He wanted to see how powerful the martial arts was, and wanted to know what the evil was.

This unknown world is a huge treasure for him, waiting for him to explore.

Chen Mu couldn't help his blood boil: "This world is very big, I want to see it."

...

Qingshan County East Gate, East City Rongliang Rice Shop.

Just now, Chen Mu, who was still eager to see the world, felt like someone had thrown a basin of cold water.

"Ten buckets of white wheat, one cloth bag, and sixty-two copper plates of sincerity." The man at the rice shop put the gray cloth bag on the counter and looked at Chen Mu with a smile.

The one hundred and fifty copper plates on his body have not yet been warmed, and almost half of them have gone away at once.

If you let go of eating, these white wheat will be enough for more than half a month.

Plus the consumption of firewood, oil, salt, pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Don't talk about going to see the world. If you can't continue to make money, you can talk about whether you can have food next month!

It's not easy to live...

...

Carrying the rice bag, Chen Mu left Dongshi and came to Ping'an Square in the southeast of the county.

According to memory, Chen Mu stopped in front of a house.

This is the former home. My father passed away a few years ago. His mother died young again, leaving him alone to live here.

Opening the copper lock, pushing open the gray wooden door, Chen Mu stepped in.

The courtyard is not big, with a vegetable field on the east, a thatched shed on the west, and a mud stove below. There is a well next to it.

"Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs and is a good place."

In the main room, facing the door, there is a square table with two long chairs beside it.

Chen Mu came to the west side window.

There was a long wooden table with pots and pans. Pouring the white wheat into the black rice jar beside the table, Chen Mu sat down at the square table to rest.

Travelling, evil, practicing calligraphy, copying scriptures, since he came to this world, he has not been idle for a moment.

Now that everything has settled down, he is a little dazed.

Make a living by writing portraits like the predecessor?

That kind of life he can almost see the head at a glance.

Live frugally and work hard to save money; when you are old, you can marry a daughter-in-law alive. Then give birth to a child who does not know filial piety or not. Then spend the rest of his life in the noise of firewood, rice, oil and salt.

You can say that bland is true, but you can also say that it is mediocre.

This is almost a replica of Chen Mu's previous life.

But since he was given the opportunity to travel, he no longer wanted to live that same life!

He's going to roam! He's going on an adventure...

Bang bang bang!

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Open the door!"

Who is this? Chen Mu opened the door suspiciously.

A tall and thin old man in his fifties stood at the door.

The other party said with a cold face: "Rent collection."

A flash of memory quickly came to my mind.

Li Enwu, the second housekeeper of the Wang family, the rent collector.

Although he has lived in his own house since childhood, the house does not belong to him.

"Butler Li, please come in." Chen Mu said politely.

"No." Butler Li waved his hand and said indifferently, "Pay the money."

"Wait a minute, I'll go get it right away." Chen Mu turned back to the house and took out a black pottery from under the bed.

Tao Weng gray cloth seal, the size of two fists.

Open the sealing line, turn it up and down, and pop out a small pile of copper coins.

This is all the savings from the predecessor.

Quickly counting out three hundred and ten copper plates and putting them in the small bag, Chen Mu returned to the door.

"Butler Li, take the rent for March." Chen Mu handed over the gray cloth bag.

Butler Li took it and raised his hand twice, nodded slightly, threw it to the two strong men behind him, turned around and left.

Chen Mu closed the door and went back to the house, sighing and counting the copper plates.

"Counting the income from copying the scriptures, there are still two hundred and thirty-two in total."

"Fat meat costs twenty-four coppers a pound. With this amount of money, you can't buy ten pounds of meat."

He wants to brave the world, but he must first make money to eat.