Li Xianyuan's consciousness appeared in the Mingtang.

When he was just writing Journey to the West, he felt that Mingtang was like a revelation and his spiritual consciousness was clear. Even when he was writing, his grand aura radiated from his eyebrows and turned into countless big soybean characters, printed on the blank space of rice paper, which made the writing speed suddenly increase.

Otherwise, it would take several months to finish a Journey to the West, which is more than 820,000 words.

The Mingtang between Meijian is still simple, with Gu Langyuexing and the prodigy hanging high on the front mud wall, and nothing else.

The visions caused by the book of Journey to the West have nothing to do with Mingtang.

There is a very strange thing. There are poems and essays in almost every chapter of Journey to the West, but they do not appear in Mingtang. I think there is another reason.

Withdrawing from the Mingtang, Li Xianyuan took away the magic bag of the Journey to the West. A stack of rice paper was placed neatly there, and the ink was dry and it was ordinary.

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The next morning

At Huashu Pavilion in the west of the city, a guest was welcomed as soon as the door opened early in the morning.

"Can you collect calligraphy and paintings here?" The person who asked this question was a young man with red lips and white teeth and calm temperament. He was wearing a blue shirt and a boy's robe, with an exquisite bamboo tube behind him, and a few scrolls of calligraphy and paintings in his arms.

The shopman looked at the boy up and down, and saw that he was of good temperament and said politely: "Cache, take it, wait, I'll call our shopkeeper."

The guy hurried into the inner room and called the shopkeeper, while Li Xianyuan stepped into the book pavilion and looked around.

The interior decoration of the store is antique. A mountain and sea map screen is visited between the main hall and the inner hall. The scenery on the painting is lifelike. Countless framed calligraphy and paintings are hung on both sides of the walls. The unique fragrance of the book and ink permeates the store.

It was still early, so Li Xianyuan was the only one in the store.

Not long after, wearing a gray shirt, the shopkeeper in his forties walked out of the inner hall. When he saw Li Xianyuan, he said enthusiastically: "The head of the Li case is here, and there is no way to welcome him, and there is no way to welcome him."

"Do you recognize me?" Li Xianyuan said strangely. He has not been in Wuhou City for a long time, and he is not considered a student of the academy. He can count it if he recognizes him with one hand.

The shopkeeper gently stroked his beard and laughed: "There are many rumors in the market that Mr. Li is of great temperament. Naturally, it is easy to recognize. Besides, you are wearing this child robe."

He politely called Li Xianyuan to sit down and waved his hand to prepare tea for the guy.

"I'll give up on tea. I'm here to come up with something." Li Xianyuan straightened the way and put a few rolls of paper in his arms on the nanmu table.

"Is this..." The shopkeeper picked up one of the volumes and opened it. After reading it for a moment, he couldn't help but exclaim: "Good poems and good calligraphy. It's worthy of being the head of Tong Sheng. I didn't expect that Li Censor Li was born in a poor family and had such a good calligraphy."

This is flattery. Although Li Xianyuan's font is not ugly, it can only be considered neat. Good handwriting is absolutely unrelated.

After reading four poems, the shopkeeper drank tea and said, "Young Master Li wants to sell these."

"That's right." Li Xianyuantou, who had been waiting for the shopkeeper to finish reading, copied Gu Langyuexing and the prodigy's poem twice. He thought he could exchange dozens of taels of silver.

The shopkeeper rolled up the rice paper and pondered for a moment: "I won't hide it from Mr. Li. These two pieces... are worth three hundred taels of silver." He drew out the two volumes separately, and after finishing, he piled them together, and said: And these four pieces together... are only worth one hundred taels."

Li Xianyuan looked at the position of the head of the case and the value of the strange poems.

One penny can buy two buns, and one tael of silver is enough for a family of three to live for a month. He earned 300 taels of silver by just two poems.

But he was puzzled and asked in confusion: "Shopkeeper, why can two pieces be sold for 300 taels, but four pieces are worse than those?"

The shopkeeper stroked his beard and said meaningfully: "Mr. Li, things are precious because they are rare, and so are calligraphy and painting. Only the lonely book can show its preciousness."

"Then follow what the shopkeeper said." Li Xianyuan said simply. Three hundred taels were much more than he had expected.

"It is worthy of being the head of the case, and you will be quick and speak quickly without any delay." The shopkeeper waved his hand and called out to the clerk: "Tear these two poems, frame the two of them with red sandalwood, and get three hundred taels of silver notes for Mr. Li."

The guy picked up the four volumes of poetry and essays and ran back to the back hall. Li Xianyuan stood upright, waiting with his hands.

After a while, the guy came from the inner hall and respectfully handed over the three 100 taels of silver notes to Li Xianyuan.

The shopkeeper stood up and said, "If Li Case still wants to come up with poetry in the future, my Huashu Pavilion will welcome you at any time."

After putting away the silver notes, Li Xianyuan talked to the shopkeeper for a few more words and left Huashu Pavilion and went to the academy.

After half a stick of incense, Li Xianyuan came to the gate of the academy.

He took off his shoes at the door and stepped into the house only to find that the house was empty.

There can't be no one left. Situ Yanran sat in front of her seat, holding a book in her hand and flipping through it quietly.

Situ Yanran was fascinated by the sight. It was not until Li Xianyuan stepped into the house that she realized that she looked up and looked at Li Xianyuan blankly.

Then she suddenly realized something, and she threw down the book in a panic look, and then grabbed her black hair into a mess, covering her entire face.

Before, there was no one in the house, Situ Yanran did not use her black hair to cover half of her destroyed cheeks, but she was blinded by Li Xianyuan who accidentally broke into her.

Situ Yanran buried her head deeply and did not move. Her hair was messy and the book was left in the aisle.

At this time, it is the best way to pretend that you didn't see anything. Li Xianyuan walked to his low table as if he ignored it, sat down cross-legged. He picked up the book spread in the aisle and placed it on Situ Yanran's table.

Then he looked straight ahead without looking sideways.

The two have maintained this strange atmosphere for more than ten days. Li Xianyuan suddenly thought of something, searched in the bag for a while, and finally took out a clueless wooden comb.

He reached out and placed his hand on Situ Yanran's table and pushed it gently.

This was used by Li Wan'er. Her things are usually thrown into Li Xianyuan's baggage, but they are all objects and there are no useful things.

Situ Yanran still buried her head deeply and did not move.

"The other students are coming." Li Xianyuan's voice was as plain as ever, but he sounded a little unkind at this moment.

This sentence seemed to wake Situ Yanran up. Her weak body trembled, and she reached out to grab the wooden comb, but did not continue to move.

Originally, he was a daughter of Shangshu and a big family. Suddenly, he was left with only himself in the family. From then on, he had no support and his appearance was destroyed. Even if Li Xianyuan had not experienced it personally, he could understand it a little. Situ Yanran must be extremely fragile inside and cares about other people's evaluation of herself.

Li Xianyuan discovered it at this time.

I seemed to care too much about this girl named Situ Yanran. Is she feeling compassion or something?

Li Xianyuan sighed softly in her heart, and her heart became softer and softer. She suddenly stood up from the mat and muttered: "The house is so stuffy, go outside and wait a moment." While walking to the door, she put on her shoes and left. She left Situ Yanran in the house.

Situ Yanran held the wooden comb tightly with her fair palms. She remembered what Li Xianyuan had done before. The corner of her mouth, which lowered her head, suddenly had a curve. The house was bright for a moment.

"Brother Li!" Shen Da's shout suddenly sounded outside the house.

"Brother Li, I went to the inn where you stayed to find you. As a result, the second one told me that you had gone out early. I hurried to the academy and met you indeed."

Inside the house, I heard the sound of Shen Sheng. Situ Yanran's lips curled away, biting her lower lip and gradually exerted force.

The white and tender palms were poked through the wooden comb teeth, and blood flowed along the teeth, and bright red dripped on the low table, which was shocking.
Chapter completed!