Qian Yiqun sat at the window and thoroughly checked the book. Sure enough, after the four words "Wenfan Congle" there was no more ink. If he hadn't found this book at that time, Qian Yiqun felt a little disappointed at most, and then he practiced in the hut dock with peace of mind, waiting for the Iron Staff Taoist to come back.

However, after reading such a tempting story, when the topic was in the beginning, a "letter of literary style" came.

Could it be that these four words have other profound meanings?

Qian Yiqun read it over and over again twice, and thought to himself: Isn’t this the meaning of “the text is too complicated and omitted”?

Isn’t it just that some unkind authors in later generations drew small squares in their books and then said “10,000 words are omitted here” in brackets?

Isn’t it just that some online writers summon asteroids, the world is destroyed, and this book is over...

Isn’t it just…the rhythm of cheating?

Qian Yiqun held the book, wishing he could put it on the ground and step on his feet.

"Young Master Qian," Zhong Xingyue's voice broke into Qian Yiqun's mind, "The person who copied this book probably didn't want to be 'Wen Fan Congle'." He doesn't have to pretend to be pitiful now, and naturally he doesn't use the "Immortal Chief" to call Qian Yiqun.

Qian Yiqun met Zhongxingyue's original master and knew that he was a man. He felt uncomfortable when he heard this delicate female voice. However, Zhongxingyue's bystanders were clear and pointed out the window paper that Qian Yiqun was covering in front of him in one sentence.

Yes, this person ordered the booklet first and then copied it up, without any word being corrected, and he was indeed very respectful to copy it. Why did he suddenly miss the text? Judging from the thickness of this booklet, there were actually not many words, only tens of thousands of words left.

"Is it my master copied?" Qian Yiqun's eyes lit up. If it were the master copied, then he must have the original "Shenxiao Five Thunder Jade Book". But isn't the master Mu Dao Ren? Who is this Taoist Jin?

——Yes! Mu Taoist is a bullshit Zhao Jianyuan scolds my master. In fact, the master’s name must have the word “Jin”. He said a few words over and over again, and his lines are less than those of Monk Sha, so he really deserves the word “Jin”.

Qian Yiqun suddenly had hope, ran out quickly, knelt on the ground firmly and decisively, hugged Mu Dao Ren's thigh, and shouted affectionately: "Master!"

Taoist Mu stopped the pen in his hand and looked at him with a smile.

"Master," Qian Yiqun was so beautiful that his nose was so snot that it was you, right?"

"Don't know." Taoist Mu said with a smile.

Qian Yiqun thought to himself: This master will say five words after tossing and turning, how should I mess with him?

"Mr. Qian, how can you find the true way when you use this kind of intention in front of Master Gao Zhenyu?" Zhong Xingyue said, "When we were studying at that time, we dared not speak, just kowtow, do odd jobs, and serve our master with all our hearts and strengths."

Qian Yi did not need to be heavy hammered. He was repeatedly pointed out by someone to make this problem. He immediately became alert and stepped back and said, "I was disrespectful to my master before. I only wished to repent and ask my master to pass on the path to cultivation." After that, he kowtowed. The eight heads he kowtowed when he became a master were forced by Suifeng, but at this moment he was sincere.

Seeing that he was calm and calm, Mu Dao Ren sat on the chair calmly and received the gift, he said, "Okay, okay."

After kowtowed, Qian Yiqun stood up, bowed and stood up, and said to Zhong Xingyue in his heart: "How do you apprentices serve your master?" He was the only son in his family in his previous life, the little emperor Xiaoyang, and he had never served anyone. He was a young master and a young man in this life, and he was even more unfamiliar with "serving". As for being served by others on weekdays, how could he pay attention to it?

Zhong Xingyue was speechless for a while and finally said, "But there are too many things you have done, so don't you see it at all?"

"Let me talk about two things that can be done right now," Qian Yiqun said.

"Supply tea and water, lay paper and grind ink, prepare meals, repair tables and chairs, repair walls and tiles... These are all things that can be done right now," said Zhongxing Yue.

Qian Yiqun lifted his sleeves and spit out a word: "Damn!"

As the saying goes, Qian Yiqun borrowed a broom, mop, rag bucket from Shangzhen Temple, took the old cloth bag, and started cleaning from the Sutra Pavilion. While cleaning, he piled up the dilapidated tables and chairs outside and mopped the floor together. After the Sutra Pavilion was built, no one cleaned it. The water on the mopping floor was as black as ink. Almost every time a square brick was to be toggled, Qian Yiqun wanted to use a shovel to shovel it.

This work was done until the sun was on the top of the sky, and A Niu came to deliver the meal before he stopped.

Taoist Mu packed up the scriptures of the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, and emptyed the table to have dinner with the two apprentices. Qian Yiqun brought two chairs that were not lame and sat on both sides with A Niu.

Qian Yiqun lifted the cloth on the rice basket and saw three celadon bowls inside, which contained brown rice. He took the chopsticks and whispered down, and found that there were a few slices of braised vegetables buried under the rice. He saw that the master was eating slowly, and saw that Ah Niu was eating voraciously, so he had to put the brown rice that was hard to enter his throat into his mouth. It took a lot of effort to chew it thoroughly.

——It seems that I have to ask my parents to fight Qiufeng. I won’t take long to eat this to make my stomach break down.

Qian Yiqun thought while eating. After just a few bites, he saw that A Niu had put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with an unsatisfactory look.

"Senior brother, I can't eat so much." Qian Yiqun said.

"I'm not full, give it to me." A Niu handed over the porcelain bowl.

Qian Yiqun drove most of the rice to A Niu, and ate no leftover brown rice as if he was tortured.

Just after dinner, Qian Wei came up the mountain with a lunch box. He was rushing to deliver the meal at the meal, but when he arrived at Maopuwu, he found that there was no one at home, so he went up to Zhenguan. After asking several Taoists, he found the Sutra Pavilion again, but he didn't expect that the master and apprentice had already eaten.

Qian Yiqun tried his best to invite his master to have something more, but Mu Dao Ren smiled and walked away. He sat cross-legged under the eaves of the Sutra Pavilion, as if he was taking a nap. Qian Yiqun and A Niu looked at the big white rice, the colorful vegetables, and the fragrant and tender chicken legs... Finally, their index fingers moved and they had another meal.

"Senior brother, let me, the servant, bring three meals a day in the future, you don't have to cook anymore." Qian Yiqun was finally relieved on the table.

"Okay." A Niu smiled, "You have money, listen to you."

Qian Yiqun felt helpless: Can't you be more gentle and subtle? Even if I don't have money, you have to listen to me. Your IQ is very anxious!

"Qian Wei, have you found the farmhouse at the foot of the mountain?" Qian Yiqun asked.

"I've found a dirt house with full furniture, two taels of silver for half a year." Qian Wei said, "The landlord is an honest man, and they cook this meal."

"Okay." Qian Yiqun nodded, "If you don't have money, go back and ask my mother to get it. You can calculate the accounts carefully and don't let someone cheat me." Qian Yiqun knew that his mother still had at least fifty taels of gold ingots, and the family's financial situation should be relatively abundant in the past two years.

Qian Wei responded and said, "Young Master, do you want to find a bricklayer to repair the house in the hut dock?"

Qian Yiqun nodded: "Go step by step and patch the wall first, otherwise the weather will be colder and will not be able to bear it."
Chapter completed!