These days, Liu Qinghuan has an almost fixed seat in the teahouse. There is a small table in the corner of the window, a cushion on the ground, a small bookshelves beside it, and a small space slightly separated by bamboo curtains around it.

Here he studied the complicated real words of talismans, compared with the strange words on his opponent, and tried to combine, split and identify irregular lines. So when the first order business came to him, he didn't realize that he was now running a teahouse and staring at two strangers in surprise.

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

"Junshan Yunwu Tea... Have you changed your teahouse recently? The environment is much more elegant than before?"

It seems that he is another art-like person.

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

The two monks in scribes dress walked around the store, playing with some small decorations. When they arrived at Liu Qinghuan's corner, they just nodded each other and did not talk to each other.

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

While playing chess, the two chatted about various news, such as the situation in Qianye Mountain, the latest trends in another world, etc.

They did not lower their voices, and Liu Qinghuan listened casually, while looking at the pedestrians occasionally walking on the street outside with bamboo curtains.

"Some day ago, we rotated a group of people to Qianye Mountain. I was almost on the list. Now I still feel scared when I think about it."

"Oh, it's not... I don't know when we can hide. I feel that such peaceful days are stolen now, but someone in front is struggling on the verge of life and death..."

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

"How is it possible? You're thinking too much, and you don't think you're too long!" His companion replied, but his tone was very depressed. After a while, he whispered: "I just feel uncomfortable. The war on the boundary seal is the whole interface, but we hide behind people and watch others bleed and sacrifice... Have you seen the list of deaths in the Xiling Palace newspaper? Every time it is several pages..."

The sadness echoed throughout the teahouse, and the two playing chess were not interested in playing any more. Liu Qinghuan quietly looked at the fine and clean sunshine on the small table in front of her, and remembered the gloomy sky outside Yandang Castle all year round.

Every day, it was full of blood and killing. Just as he sat leisurely in the scent of tea, I wonder how many people closed their eyes forever.

However, Mingyang Ziyan ordered him not to expose his identity outside now. A letter just came two days ago, and the letter mentioned a rumor at the end: Wuyuqiu suddenly appeared in the divine object and sucked several Nascent Soul cultivators in another world.

Liu Qinghuan could only be grateful that the Sansang Wood had a special shape. Its trunk was without branches or leaves, and it was as straight as a pillar. It was just a phantom that day, so no one had guessed that it was a divine wood.

However, those roots are real tree roots, so if you have the intention, the real identity of Sansangmu is very likely to be guessed.

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

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

"I hope, but this is unlikely. Haven't you read the Xiling Mansion newspaper? Those people are about to occupy Xiaofeng Continent, which is terrible!"

"Fortunately, we didn't join any sect at the beginning. Now most of the monks in those sects can't escape the front line. Instead, we casual cultivators are more free."

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

The two of them got off the sound insulation array and obviously wanted to start a private conversation.

Liu Qinghuan took a sip of tea and no longer cared about what the two of them said. If he was willing, even if the other party set up a soundproofing array, it would not be able to stop his spiritual sense from exploring. However, he is the owner of the teahouse now, and it is nothing to listen to their chats, but it would be too much to inquire about the privacy of the guests.

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

Liu Qinghuan stretched out her legs that had been sitting cross-legged for a long time, and while walking to the backyard, she said to Jiang Nianen, who had packed the tea sets, "Let's close the store today. You have to hurry up and practice. If you have any questions, come and ask me. In addition, go out to buy a Xiling Mansion tomorrow and report it. Every time you release a new product, you will buy one."

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

Liu Qinghuan patted him and said, "Yes, from now on, I will go to my residence every day at 3 o'clock and learn Taoist scriptures from me. If you have any questions, I will raise it after preaching."

Jiang Nianen was overjoyed and was wandering around for several days.

Liu Qinghuan laughed at it, but when he saw that he was fully focused when he listened to the sermons and worked harder on his daily life, he couldn't help but feel more satisfied.

The business in the teahouse is still deserted, and one or two people will come to the door in three to five days, and more people will be discouraged under the tea sign at the door.

When there were guests, Liu Qinghuan would go out for a while, chatting for a few words, or sitting in the corner to continue studying the true words of talismans.

The guests brought all kinds of gossip, whether true or false, but they also allowed Liu Qinghuan to know what was happening in every corner of the Eagle Nest City without going out.

Most of the monks hiding behind are casual cultivators, who tremblely inquire about the battle situation on the front line every day. Anxiety and panic are like the invisible big hand, holding everyone's heart in their hands.

The Xiling Palace Newspaper was even sold out as soon as it was published, and the price was twice as high as before. Even so, it was hard to find a share, and the black market even doubled.

Jiang Nianen went out to buy it naturally, but he couldn't buy it. If it were in the past, Liu Qinghuan asked Xiling Trading Company to send a copy, and the other party would still give him such a face. But now he cannot use his real identity, nor can he contact the sect base in the Eagle Nest City. Even Xuanbo and Mo Qianli, who are in the city at this moment, have not contacted him, and he has many inconveniences in his actions.

Only Mingyangzi can find him, and what Mingyangzi claims to the public is that he has returned to the Wenshi Sect and has refined extremely difficult high-level elixirs for the sect.

However, although you cannot use relationships, the simplest thing that can be solved with money is the simplest thing. With Liu Qinghuan's wealth, you can still afford such a mansion, just spend more spirit stones.

However, he didn't expect that this newspaper made the teahouse business much better. After reading it, he usually placed it on the bookshelf in the corner, and finally one day he was discovered by a customer.

After getting the approval, the customer stayed in the store for several hours and read several newspapers on the bookshelf. Regardless of whether it was the latest or not, he called a few friends to come together the next day.

Although they wanted a piece of spirit stone and a pot of tea, Liu Qinghuan didn't care and asked Jiang Nianen to pay attention to adding hot tea at any time.

After that, he placed the bookshelf next to the desk and added some other classics to allow customers to borrow them, but he was not allowed to print or take them out of the store.

Those classics are not very precious, and you can definitely find them if you buy them on the market. However, the contents are carefully selected by Liu Qinghuan, such as explaining the Taoist books and practicing magic experiences, etc.

So some people were attracted to find out and sat there for a day.

Liu Qinghuan was casually running this small teahouse while paying attention to the development of the situation outside, while continuing to study the true words of talismans.

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

Perhaps Huang Eryao recognized the word "天" on the yellow cloth just a coincidence. The dots and lines were combined like the true words of the talisman, like the word "天" in the star text. In fact, it may not mean that at all. The two are incompatible.

The dots and lines on these three things were broken down and combined by him, and finally he did get some sceptical true words, but they were very far-fetched no matter how you look at it.

A creaking sound came from the door, and Jiang Nianen walked in quietly, holding a small teapot in her hand.

Because there were more customers in the store, Liu Qinghuan's daily stay was changed into a small room that was converted into a snack room.

He buried his head in a pile of paper and ink, and heard the slight sound of tea falling into the cup, and the tea cup next to it was filled with new tea.

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

Seeing Liu Qinghuan coming, he said shyly: "Sir, I think you have been studying these things for a long time. What kind of words are these? They look so strange."

Liu Qing laughed and said, "I don't know either, so I need to study it."

He tentatively reached out to touch the animal skin placed beside the table. Seeing that Liu Qinghuan did not object, he actually picked it up and looked like he was studying it seriously: "Um..."

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

Jiang Nianen was shocked: "Is this a word? What kind of character is so big! Even the combo characters like "Zhaocai Jinbao" are not as big as this!"

Liu Qinghuan was stunned when she heard this: "What, what kind of combo characters?"

"Ah, no, I said one word is so big." Jiang Nianen then realized that she had misunderstood Liu Qinghuan's meaning. She touched her head embarrassedly and said, "Every Spring Festival, many people would paste new couplets on the door, paper-cut or auspicious characters on the window, just like this."

Jiang Nianen picked up the pen and quickly drew a round pattern on an abandoned jade paper. The strokes were complicated. If you look closely, you can tell that it is the four words "Go to Wealth and Treasure", but the words are connected.

Jiang Nianen laughed and said, "This is the combo character. It looks like a painting. Some people say that writing like this is more auspicious than writing separately. Many people like to post it. When my mother was there, she would cut a few of them in the house every year."

"Oh." Liu Qinghuan frowned and looked at the so-called merging characters, and thought flashed in her eyes.

He asked, "So you mistakenly think there is a word on the skin?"

"Oh..." Jiang Nianen lowered her head and played with the pen in her hand: "Sir, there are a few days left to be the New Year... I remembered these days when my grandmother was there, and I would paste couplets and make dumplings every New Year. Later, my mother also kept this habit and did these two things every year..."

His grandmother Chunniu is a mortal.

When Liu Qinghuan was a mortal, she had only a broken beggar's nest. After entering the path of immortal cultivation, she was just a festival, so she never knew these subtle 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, do it."

Jiang Nianen immediately raised her head happily, her eyes lit up: "Really, can I do it?"

Liu Qinghuan nodded gently: "However, the practice should not be delayed. You should know that you are a monk. You should not be too obsessed with these common etiquettes and customs, so as not to lose your pure desire toward Tao."

"I understand, sir." Jiang Nianen replied excitedly, then almost jumped and retreated.

Liu Qinghuan thought about the words he said in a fusion and took the animal skin and looked at it carefully. Then she couldn't help but shook her head with a laugh. The child just missed his mother, why did he take it seriously?

After thinking about it, he took out a clean jade paper, placed the animal skin beside him, and prepared to draw all the patterns on the paper before taking a look.

He has actually remembered every pattern on it clearly after studying these things day and night. It is just a habit to put it next to him.

The black ink slowly turned into irregular dots and lines. When the content on the animal skin was written for most of the time, the spiritual power in his body suddenly split into a bunch, flowing along his arms through his elbows, wrists, and finally to his fingertips, injected into the bamboo brush in his hand, and the ink flowed into the latest curved ink line.

Liu Qinghuan was so shocked that she paused in her pen, and the feeling was immediately broken!

Looking at the curve I just wrote, there was a slight enlightenment, but the enlightenment seemed to disappear in the air because of the subsequent weakness.

This is the first time this has happened!

Looking at the curve again, it has become an extremely ordinary ink scar, exactly the same as the ones in front. If it weren't for the spiritual power in his body, he would have thought that what happened just now was just his illusion.

The beating of his heart couldn't help but rush. He had a premonition that he seemed to have found the right direction this time!

Before, he split the patterns on the animal skin, jade talisman, and yellow cloth, and compared them with the true characters of talisman, trying to find the corresponding characters, such as the character "天" recognized by Huang Eryao, and never thought that those patterns might be a whole.

So what he copied on the paper was also a few lines or a few lines, which was the first time he had a complete reputation from beginning to end.

He took a piece of jade paper again, cleared up the distracting thoughts in his mind, and stroked and stroked at a fixed speed, striving to write the patterns on the animal skin on the paper without any mistakes.

Like before, most of the previous articles did not cause any strangeness, just like usual writing.

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

The situation that was exactly the same as before appeared again, and the curve of the spiritual power merged emitted a shimmer of light, revealing a little agility.

Liu Qing cheered and breathed gently, followed by another parallel curve, and then another pattern formed like water waves.

The spiritual power flows continuously through the pen tip and blends into the font.

After the three curves, the tide of light spread like a tide, jumping and flowing lightly along the lines on the paper, quickly dyeing most of the previous articles with shimmer, looking extremely lively.

Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but exclaim, but the writing was not stopped. There was still a short section behind the animal skin. He was very much looking forward to something strange.

However, when the tip of his pen fell again, the spiritual power surge suddenly increased several times, leaving a brilliant dot on the paper!
Chapter completed!