The heavens started from Dafeng to beat people up

Chapter 163 Traveling in the Sea of ​​Books
Meng Bingyun?
The scene in the lobby was silent for a while, as if the name had an unusual magical power.

The leader of the group, a woman in a light green brocade dress, frowned even more, and her youthful and beautiful face suddenly turned ugly.

On the other hand, Hong Xuanji frowned, put the teacup on the long table with a bang, and said calmly: "I don't know why Mr. Chu wants to see Bingyun?"

"The contemporary saint of the Supreme Dao, the sister of Mengshenji, the suzerain of the Supreme Dao, this magnificent woman, I have admired for a long time, and now I have the opportunity, of course I want to see her."

Chu Linyang looked around and said with interest.

Chu Linyang wasn't talking nonsense, he was indeed interested in Meng Bingyun, the mother of Ji Yuan's son Hong Yi, a woman who ended in tragedy in the original novel.

But besides her identity, what fault does she have, but fate treats her like this.

"Oh, it turns out that Bingyun is my concubine, Xuanji was afraid of neglecting Mr., so she didn't let her come out to see you."

Hong Xuanji then told the old housekeeper, "Go and invite Bingyun to come over."

The old butler left immediately.

And Hong Xuanji's wives and children also retreated, leaving only the leader sitting under Hong Xuanji.

Chu Linyang then glanced at her.

This person should be Hong Xuanji's wife, Zhao Wan'er, a Taoist practitioner in the realm of manifestation, the daughter of the Zhao family of the Da Luo faction, and the direct murderer of Meng Bingyun's death. Hong Yi hates her even more than Hong Xuanji.

After waiting for a while, Chu Linyang looked outside the door, and saw a woman slowly walking into the lobby, it seemed that the age of twenty was the best time in a woman's life.

Peerless appearance, national beauty, aloof temperament with some charm of a young woman and dignity of a mother, even though Chu Linyang has seen beauties from different worlds, this one has never been seen before, and she was a little surprised.

The whole lobby seemed to be lit up, dazzling.

Would Luo Yuheng, the master of Fengguo after giving birth, make him feel this way? Chu Linyang's thoughts began to diverge involuntarily again.

"Meet this gentleman."

"I've seen Lord Hou, I've seen my sister."

The women stepped forward and respectfully saluted one by one, and there was nothing wrong with the etiquette.

But Mrs. Zhao, who was sitting beside her, had a chilling gleam in her eyes.

Hearing the woman's voice like water and singing, Chu Linyang regained consciousness in an instant, and asked with a smile: "Madam is Meng Bingyun."

The woman, Meng Bingyun, looked straight at Chu Linyang for the first time, and replied, "Don't dare to call me that, my concubine is Meng Bingyun."

At this time, Hong Xuanji who was at the side said calmly: "Bingyun, Yi'er can't leave you for a while, since I have met Mr., then go back quickly."

"Yes, Bingyun is leaving."

Meng Bingyun was slightly taken aback, then replied softly.

"slow!"

As soon as this word came out, the hearts of the three present jumped at the same time, and the atmosphere in the lobby suddenly became a little weird.

Hong Xuanji looked at Chu Linyang deeply, his hands that seemed to control the heavens moved slightly, and said in a deep voice, "What do you want, Mister?!"

You must know that the status of concubines is very low in Dagan. Some wealthy nobles and scholar-bureaucrats even give concubines to each other for fun.

And Meng Bingyun's status in Hong Xuanji's heart was not comparable to that of ordinary concubines.

A nameless fire seemed to burst out in his heart, Meng Bingyun was his reverse scale, any touch could arouse his soaring rage.

Madam Zhao looked at Hong Xuanji, and then at Meng Bingyun, with a sneer on the corner of her mouth.

Meng Bingyun stood quietly, her eyes were as calm as water, and there was no wave in the lake of her heart.

"I heard that the Langhuan Bookstore in the Hou Ye's mansion has a very rich collection of books. I have long wanted to take a look at it, so I would like to ask Mrs. Meng to accompany me. Will the Hou Ye satisfy my wish?"

Chu Linyang smiled lightly, his eyes were as clear as water, giving people an extremely sincere feeling.

Immediately, the atmosphere in the lobby became relaxed, Hong Xuanji laughed, and said: "Why not, this is Xuanji's honor, then let Bing Yun treat you sir."

"Then let's go." Chu Linyang stood up and came to Meng Bingyun, his eyes moved slightly: "I'm sorry."

Meng Bingyun didn't speak, and after a blessing, she walked ahead and took Chu Linyang to the direction of Langhuan Bookstore.

In the lobby, Hong Xuanji watched the two people walking away with his eyes motionless, with an intriguing expression on his face.

Walking through the corridor and crossing the bridge, it took almost an incense stick of time before Chu Linyang and Meng Bingyun came to a small pavilion by the lake. Yangliu Yiyi, the scenery next to the light pavilion is already too beautiful to behold.

"Mr. Chu, this small pavilion is 'Langhuan Bookstore', please come in." Meng Bingyun only led the way along the way, keeping a close distance from Chu Linyang.

Chu Linyang nodded, stepped into the study room, and suddenly found that the small pavilion was actually not small. At first glance, it was hundreds of square meters, surrounded by two-person-high bookshelves.

The bookshelves are full of books, at least tens of thousands of volumes. In the middle is a large sandalwood table, jade paperweight, purple gold pen holder, a large landscape purple graphite inkstone one foot square, and all the four treasures of the study.

Looking at the piles of Lao Gao's books on the table, it must be that Hong Xuanji often works and reads here, which shows his status as a master of Neo Confucianism and a master of the literary world.

And there is a big bow hanging on the high wall in front of the study house, the whole body is bright, and there are many ice cracks on the bow, which must be made of precious ice cracked steel.

It showed his status as a martial arts saint, and Hong Xuanji's both civil and military skills and his ideal of being a perfect man can be seen from a small study room.

"What kind of books do you want to read, sir? The books here are all classified by Lord Hou, so it's very convenient to find them."

Meng Bingyun said softly, looking around, it seems that she has not been here for a long time, it seems strange and nostalgic.

"Don't worry, I just heard Hou Ye mention Yi'er, could it be Madam's child?" Chu Linyang smiled and looked at Meng Bingyun.

"Yes, the child's name is Hong Yi, and he just had a full moon last month, so I can't do without him even for a moment as a mother."

Speaking of Hong Yi, a smile appeared on Meng Bingyun's white face, and her eyes were full of warmth.

"Hong Yi, that's a good name! This is my greeting gift to the children." Chu Linyang nodded, and a jade pendant with the word "Fu" appeared in his right hand, and he handed it to Meng Bingyun.

"Thank you sir, I thank you sir on behalf of Yi'er." Meng Bingyun took it with both hands, bowing gratefully to express her gratitude.

"No problem." Chu Linyang waved his hand.

It's just an ordinary jade pendant, it's not a magic weapon, nor is it magical, but the meaning it represents can also make some people weigh it.

Chu Linyang squinted his eyes slightly, looking at the books in the room, and with a thought, more than 1 thoughts appeared silently, and each thought corresponds to a scripture.
In a short while, more than [-] books were all firmly imprinted in Chu Linyang's thoughts. , "Prajna Bodhisattva Sutra",
All kinds of martial arts, Taoist scriptures, Buddhist scriptures, etc., but more are ordinary books, landscape travel notes, ghost stories, etc.

As expected, several of the most supreme scriptures such as the Taishang Danjing were not placed here, but Chu Linyang was very satisfied with the harvest this time.

These are the resources for Chu Linyang to climb to the highest level of martial arts in the future. At that time, countless thoughts and different paths will collide with each other, and what brilliant sparks will be produced!

"Let's go." A brilliance of wisdom flashed deep in Chu Linyang's eyes.

No words all the way, back to the lobby.

Seeing Chu Linyang and Chu Linyang who came back half an hour later, Marquis Wu Wen Hong Xuanji asked rather unexpectedly: "Mr. Chu, have you finished watching?"

Chu Linyang nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "Master Hou's Langhuan Bookstore is indeed well-deserved of its reputation. Today is an eye-opener for me. Now that it's over, I'll take my leave."

Hong Xuanji stood up and cupped his hands.

"Sir, go slowly, Xuanji will come to visit some other day."
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In Yujing City, there is an unnamed mountain not far from the city, with a radius of nearly a hundred miles. Because it is located in the west of Yujing City, the people have long called it Xishan.

Xishan is ordinary, not majestic, but it is also high and lush with trees, valleys, springs and waterfalls, and the scenery is pleasant.

There are more wild foxes, wolves and other wild animals in the mountains, and it is very close to Yujing City, so every autumn and winter, there are many princes and nobles who go to the mountains to hunt.

"Ghosts and immortals whose Taoism has not reached the level of Thunder Tribulation are full of Yin energy."

Standing high in the sky, Chu Linyang swept across every gully and crevice in the entire West Mountain while breathing.

"found it."

Chu Linyang's eyes flashed, his figure moved, and he flew away through the air.

The setting sun was setting, the cold wind was howling, the mountains and rivers were lonely, the ruined ancient temples, and the howling of wild animals from the deep mountains from time to time, it was a scary atmosphere.

In a certain valley, Chu Linyang fell slowly from a high altitude, and saw a trail of mud and rocks extending from the valley, twisting and twisting to the outside of the mountain.

In the middle of the valley, there was a faint light of fire, as if there were traces of people in this barren mountain.

Stepping around a cliff in front of him, what Chu Linyang saw was a bonfire burning in the open space in front of a cave. Beside the bonfire, a dozen snow-white foxes were sitting around.

These little foxes are small in size, but they look like little adults. They hold books in their hands and sit on the ponytails in a dignified way. They shake their heads and immerse themselves in it.

This scene made Chu Linyang think of the children studying in the school, who are equally serious and make progress every day.

"interesting!"

This scene couldn't help but make Chu Linyang sigh inwardly.

To learn is to seek knowledge, and to keep on learning can open up one's intelligence, and from then on one can transform from a beast into a monster, or even into a human form, and the world will be different from then on.

All things have animism, from as big as the way of heaven to as small as everything is walking on the path of detachment all the time!

I have to say that foxes are unique in this respect, and all of them are full of spirituality, especially the little foxes, which give people a feeling of enlightened wisdom, which is no different from innocent children.

The leading old fox even stood on its hind legs, standing like a man, like an old country scholar, walking around from time to time, as if the teacher in the school was urging the schoolchildren to study hard.

Chu Linyang didn't show his body. The purpose of his trip was only the more than [-] volumes of scriptures and classics brought out by this fox clan from the Great Chan Temple.

He didn't have the idea of ​​sitting and discussing with the old fox.

With a look back, Chu Linyang's figure flickered, and he entered the cave in an instant. He saw that the whole cave was large and wide, with a length of several hundred feet. The surroundings were slightly uneven, but it was not restrained.

There are many small holes dug on the stone wall, and oil lamps are placed in the small holes. The whole cave is brightly lit. The lights are burning brightly, but there is little smoke. It is probably brought out from the Great Zen Temple. thing.

The most conspicuous and shocking thing in the cave is the densely packed bookshelves, each of which is full of books, volumes of various kinds.

Big, small, cloth, sheepskin, paper, bamboo sticks, worn out, intact, with only a few pages left
Even in the gaps on the ground under dozens of bookshelves, there are still countless books with yellowed paper piled up in layers.

Compared with the bookstore in Wuwenhou Mansion that I saw just now, it is nothing compared to this place.

The complete books here are conservatively estimated to be at least [-] volumes, and if the damaged ones are added, an additional [-] volumes will be added.

Chu Linyang was happy in his heart, he didn't want too much, the more the better.

He casually walked to a bookshelf, took out a book from the shelf, opened it, and found that it was a scripture of Buddhism, which talked about what Amitabha Buddha saw and heard in the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss.

With a random scan, there is no doubt that the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra, the Lotus Sutra, and the Diamond Sutra are all scriptures from the previous Great Chan Temple.

There is also Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva here?Take it over and flip it over, and it's true that the content is the same as the one in the previous life and the world of A Chinese Ghost Story.

Chu Linyang shook his head, put it down gently, and looked at the vast sea of ​​scriptures and classics. As soon as he thought of it, more than 1 thoughts flew away.

Silently, large tracts of books and knowledge were imprinted in Chu Linyang's thoughts, as if there were countless ancient sages reading loudly in Chu Linyang's thoughts.

When all the collected books are digested, the accumulation of the Creator should be there, and then the world will be as big as possible.

Chu Linyang thought to himself.

After a while, all the classics in Yishidong have been collected by Chu Linyang, and now these books have been sorted and neatly arranged like a big family.

It can be regarded as repaying the kindness of the Fox Clan.

Chu Linyang waved his robe lightly, and left as quietly as when he came, without taking a single page of the book, even the martial arts scripture that contained the past Amitabha scriptures was placed on the shelf intact.

Chu Linyang, who returned to the mansion, continued to choose to practice in seclusion.

And a lot of various materials were continuously collected in his hands in the next few days. Hong Xuanji also came here and handed over a third of the various precious materials to him. Chu Linyang.

So far, the preparations for refining the future master have reached the last juncture, and this is about to exhaust Chu Linyang's source, but for the birth of the future master, Chu Linyang will spare no effort.

　Thank you for your support.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)