The World Of Demons And Demons: The Gods And Gods Behind It!

Wei Yuan was very suspicious.

For no reason, why did Old Man Li come to me?

Wei Yuan couldn't help but think of another thing. The Earth God asked him to bring a message to Li Degui, but he hasn't said it until now.

There is a reason for not telling.

Because he can see the "God's Mansion", which is not something ordinary people can do. In other words, he may be an anomaly.

This, if exposed, could lead to unimaginable consequences.

What if someone treats him as a guinea pig and studies it?

In short, Wei Yuan doesn't want people to know that he can see the God's Mansion, so pretending to be ordinary is the safest way to survive.

"Sister, what does Mr. Li want from me?" Wei Yuan asked quickly.

"How do I know? You can ask yourself." The maid turned away. She didn't know whether she didn't want to say anything or she really didn't know.

Wei Yuan wiped his sweat and straightened his coarse linen clothes before entering the main room.

Looking around, I found that Old Man Li was receiving guests.

The guest is a middle-aged man, wearing a simple Confucian robe, elegant and elegant, and seems to be a scholar.

Wei Yuan stepped forward and saluted: "Old Li, the disciple is here."

Old Man Li turned to look at him and said with a smile: "Wei Yuan, are you literate and how are you writing?"

Ask me about calligraphy?

Wei Yuan was a little confused. All the languages ​​in this world were ancient Chinese. It would be good if he could just barely recognize it. How could he write it?

He replied: "It's just so so, I can't write many words yet."

After hearing this, Old Man Li turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man. The latter smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. If you don't know how to write, you can practice. I can teach him."

Mr. Li nodded and said to Wei Yuan: "This is my friend, his surname is Qin Mingming, and he is known as Mr. Qin. He is short of a book boy. I want to arrange for you to go there. You can make money, how about it?"

Wei Yuan didn't want to be a book boy for others, so he continued: "I am dedicated to practicing martial arts, and I live in the countryside. I'm afraid it's not convenient."

"Don't worry, it won't delay your martial arts practice."

Mr. Qin smiled warmly and said, "You come to my house at midnight every day and take care of your dinner. If you want to stay overnight, you can also provide food and accommodation. In addition, how about I give you another two taels of silver every month?"

When Wei Yuan heard that the conditions were quite good, he couldn't help but asked in surprise: "What exactly do you do?"

Mr. Qin: "My hands are not very convenient. I need someone to help me write letters and copy documents."

Wei Yuan glanced at Mr. Qin's hand, and when he saw it, he couldn't find Mr. Qin's hand.

Taking a closer look, Wei Yuan was shocked.

Mr. Qin's two long sleeves were empty, and his arms were actually missing!

Wei Yuan understood quickly and nodded: "Disciple is willing."

"Very good, you can come over tonight." Mr. Qin looked quite satisfied and left his address.

Wei Yuan wrote it down and then returned to the yard to practice.

"Junior Brother Wei Yuan, who is that guest and why did you be asked to come over?" Zhang Wu and others came over and asked with curiosity on their faces.

Wei Yuan said.

There was no mention of two taels of silver, nor of food, clothing or accommodation.

But unexpectedly, no one knew this Mr. Qin, and no one had even heard of him.

"I can also write. Why didn't Mr. Li come to me?" A young man said sourly when he heard this.

"Maybe it's because you are ugly." Zhang Wu sneered, making everyone burst into laughter.

Everyone quickly lost interest in this matter and practiced martial arts separately.

It's time to apply.

Wei Yuan followed the address to a large courtyard and looked up at the gate.

The word "Qin Mansion" is particularly eye-catching.

Wei Yuan knocked on the door.

Soon, the door opened.

The concierge was a strong man with a large black mole on his left cheek. One of his eyes was pale and lifeless, as if he was blind.

Wei Yuan reported his family status.

"So you are sir's book boy, please come in." A smile appeared on the concierge's face and he let Wei Yuan in.

Wei Yuan walked in and took a quick look, only to realize that the Qin Mansion was very large, with bluestone floors, numerous pavilions, corridors, waterside pavilions, and carved beams and painted buildings. It looked like a mansion.

"No worse than Li Mansion."

Wei Yuan guessed that Mr. Qin's status was extraordinary and that he could be Old Man Li's friend, which was not simple in itself.

All the way to the study room.

A strong and unique smell hit my face.

Wei Yuan looked at the rows of bookshelves in the study room, filled with books, animal skin scrolls, and exquisitely framed scrolls. There were also calligraphy and paintings of different styles hanging on the walls.

Mr. Qin was sitting in front of a large desk, reading a thick book. When he heard footsteps, he raised his head, his eyes fell on Wei Yuan, and he smiled warmly: "Here he comes."

Wei Yuan saluted: "Meet Mr. Qin."

"No need to be polite." Mr. Qin nodded slightly and pointed to a smaller desk next to him.

"Sit there. There is a copybook on the table. You can practice according to it. If you have any words you don't know, you can ask me."

Wei Yuan understood and walked to the desk to sit down.