old grace

Fu Chuan brought back dozens of cartloads of lost classics, and Xie Qinghe's daily focus naturally turned to the library.

The purpose of his obsession is to practice.

The rest, such as helping the world and helping the weak, doing good and eliminating evil, are all just doing things in addition to practice.

Even if the chubby girl said that everything in this world is real, Xie Qinghe still has a tendency to choose between close and distant relatives.Qingzhou, and even the Chen family, would naturally be able to easily take the capital of the world without his interference.These dozens of lost ancient books have a very direct meaning to the present world where he lives. Besides, no one can bring these lost ancient books back to the present world except him.

In addition, Xie Qinghe also put some hope in, in the process of studying and sorting out these dozens of classics, what if he can have an epiphany?

These dozens of carts of ancient books have been collected by the Qin court for a long time, probably because no one can understand them in modern times, and many bamboo slips are moldy and rotten, and they are tangled together.The first thing Xie Qinghe had to do was not to scrutinize the meaning of the text, but to clean up and repair the bamboo slips.

Xie Qinghe was always lonely when he was working as a secretary, and he didn't like to drive his disciples, mainly because he was too lazy to give pointers to professors.

However, cleaning up the bamboo slips does not involve inheritance and context, and it is easy to teach.Yang Xi was careful and Hua Ze could sit still, so he asked these two people to help sort out the bamboo slips by name.Even with the addition of two helpers, dozens of carts of bamboo slips piled up into a mountain, and it would be a huge project to get them out.

Every morning, Fu Chuan would go to the library with Xie Qinghe to help deal with the completely destroyed or damaged bamboo slips.

It was very simple for him to tidy up the bamboo slips, he held Qi in his fingertips, recited the mantra silently, and the messy bamboo slips would return to their original state in a short time.Xie Qinghe, who was at the side, seized the opportunity to re-engrave the content on paper, mark it and put it aside.

This matter can only be done well if the two of them cooperate.If Fu Chuan was replaced, no one would have the true essence to cast a spell, and if Xie Qinghe was replaced, no one would be able to reproduce the fleeting content as it was without any mistakes or mystery.

Yang Xi and Hua Ze were bitterly brushing the mold outside, while Xie Qinghe and Fu Chuan were engaged in metaphysics in the inner room.

"Zan Zuan wants to help clean up the bamboo slips." Fu Chuan said suddenly.

At this time, there was only a pause in brushing. Xie Qinghe was tidying up the fluff that fell off the tip of the brush, and his eyes fell on the brush: "Ask me? Does she know my identity?"

"I don't think she's sure. Even if Eldest Brother gets along with her day and night, she can recognize his figure and demeanor—Mr. Chen Jiashao went to Yancheng Palace as a spy—who would believe it?" Fu Chuan despised the rotten bamboo slips for being too dirty. After dipping his fingertips in water and washing them, they were hanging in the air to dry. Eldest senior brother is still close to Father, so he has to go to Ziyang Palace."

"It's been a few days, have you found out the purpose of her coming to Qingzhou?" Xie Qinghe asked.

Fu Chuan shook his head: "Let's say she came to assassinate, her three-legged cat's kung fu is useless. If it is to spy on the military situation, our family's shogunate is located in Puyang, no matter how bad it is, we should go to Shuzhou for a visit. Qingzhou has never been an attacking king. The main force of the capital, my father doesn’t spend much time in Qingzhou.”

"She said she wanted to come and tidy up the bamboo slips. I thought, let her go one step further to know what she really wants to do." Fu Chuan mentioned it again.

Xie Qinghe understood.

Fu Chuan really wanted Zuan Zan to clean up the bamboo slips.Can't say that this brat is happy to see him being stripped of his vest!

Xie Qinghe didn't find this interesting: "Don't allow her to come. What she wants to do has nothing to do with the overall situation. If you have played enough, close the net as soon as possible."

A look of surprise appeared in Fu Chuan's eyes, and he spoke cautiously: "Eldest senior brother, I don't know what she came to Qingzhou for, and whose order she followed. If her identity is revealed, how to deal with her, I'm afraid It’s up to us to decide.”

Zuan Zuan is the eldest princess conferred by the crown prince after he ascended the throne, not an ordinary spy.If the identity is revealed, Chen Qi will definitely be alarmed.

However, the goodwill Fu Chuan gave to Zuan in these two sentences is no longer limited to the affection of those dozens of ancient books.He was seriously considering Zuan Zuan's situation, and wanted to give Zuan Zuan a reasonable and harmless explanation for his purpose of coming to Qingzhou, and was worried that Zuan Zan's identity would be exposed and be harmed by Chen Qi.

"If you care about her situation for me, you don't have to." Xie Qinghe could easily understand Fu Chuan's thoughts.However, the relationship between him and Zuan is far from loving the house. "If she stays in the capital, and the city is destroyed in the future, I will naturally miss the old friendship and keep her safe for the rest of her life. Now the two armies are facing each other, and the battle of life and death , she sneaked into Qingzhou with ulterior motives, this is not the time to talk about friendship."

Fu Chuan was a bit embarrassed to be wrong, and his fingers happened to be dry. He moved the futon with his sleeves, and rubbed against Xie Qinghe, pretending to read the content of the bamboo slips that Xie Qinghe had just reproduced. He paused, and then asked: " Do you really want to 'catch the net'? When you catch it, it's fish."

"Ask to understand why you came here," Xie Qinghe finally opened the door, "Send it back."

Fu Chuan snorted and asked, "Brother, is this the talisman in the taming book? It looks familiar."

Xie Qinghe nodded, and said, "It's the Lu pattern. This is the title of a god worshiped by the old clan of Sangshan Mountain. There are also a few ruined bamboo slips. When I reproduce them, I will know what is recorded."

Fu Chuan immediately got up and returned to his original position, picked out a few black bamboo slips prepared by Xie Qinghe, and chanted a mantra with energy to regain his shape temporarily.

The two cooperated skillfully to complete the re-engraving of several bamboo slips. Xie Qinghe put down the pen and put the several pieces of paper together.

"How is it? What are you talking about?" Fu Chuan asked curiously.

Xie Qinghe watched silently, and after a while, he shook his head regretfully: "It probably means that the people living in Sangshan were the first to weave nets for hunting. People of the Luo tribe worship a man called "Xie Qinghe pointed to the talisman pattern he drew just now, because the ancient sound has been lost, and he didn't know how to chant the talisman pattern," this god can tame animals, and there are often Accompanied by dragons and snakes, they lived on the top of Mulberry Mountain. Before this god ascended to heaven, he left the taming book to the Luo people."

Fu Chuan felt itchy: "Could it be the real original copy of Taming Book?!"

Xie Qinghe has read too many classics from ancient times to the present, and is not superstitious about the so-called original and true editions.Works such as literature and history seek the truth, and practice is the focus of practice. As long as the same goal can be achieved, how to express it is not important at all.

After he dug out the old collection of Sangshan from the Chen family's library, he had completely deduced the content of the Taming book.Xie Qinghe is very confident, after his scrutiny and improvement, the taming book he taught Fu Chuan will only be better than the real taming book, and there is absolutely no way it will be worse.

Of course, if it is the original copy, it would be a little bit meaningful to bring it back to the present world after reprinting and throw it in Zhibaodong to enrich the storage.

Fu Chuan had already embraced Xie Qinghe's arm: "Brother, can you do this first?"

"Okay." Xie Qinghe never disappoints his junior brother.

Xie Qinghe picked out all the rotten parts of this scroll of bamboo slips that seemed to be related to taming books, and re-engraved them on the paper together with Fu Chuan.At noon, the two went out to wash their hands and eat.After lunch, Fu Chuan was going to change prescriptions for Gu Lin, while taking care of the pharmacy in Qingzhou, and bid farewell to Xie Qinghe.Xie Qinghe drank tea alone, and returned to the inner room to sort out the bamboo slips.

The rest of the bamboo slips don't need to be restored by Fu Chuan using the True Yuan technique. Xie Qinghe prepared various brushes and dry and wet towels, and copied them one by one.

Xie Qinghe suspended other sorting tasks and focused on this because his younger brother had told him that he wanted to see the content of this bamboo slip as soon as possible.He has studied the old Sangshan collection in Xiangzhou, and he is familiar with this kind of writing and grammar. However, the completion time of this scroll of bamboo slips is obviously far from the old Sangshan collection of the Chen family. The writing and grammar on both sides are roughly similar. There are discrepancies in the details, and it takes a lot of effort to sort them out.

Most of the afternoon passed, Xie Qinghe clearly felt that the setting sun was setting, and the bamboo slips on the table and the handwriting on the paper gradually became blurred.

"Palm..."

Just as Xie Qinghe was about to order to hold the lamp, Fu Chuan came in with the lamp in hand: "Brother, it's getting dark, it's hurting your eyes."

He put the lamp on the table, took advantage of the opportunity to glance at the paper in front of Xie Qinghe, saw that Xie Qinghe had recorded the date, and said in surprise: "It was transcribed so soon?! All of them?"

Xie Qinghe turned back and collected the manuscripts that were put aside, and said, "It's all done, let's take it back and read it. It's a mess here."

Fu Chuan had already sat down, and stood up again after hearing the words: "Okay."

Xie Qinghe felt a little strange.Since coming to this world, the little junior is used to acting like a baby, since he has already sat down to read a book, most likely he wants to drag him along for a while.Today, she didn't act like a baby, she stood up suddenly after she said a word, she was a little... like before.

Or maybe hungry?Xie Qinghe looked at the sky, it was already dark outside the window.

Fu Chuan was bending over to pack the manuscript. After packing it up, he hugged the manuscript tightly in his arms: "Okay."

Xie Qinghe took Fu Chuan's hand, and the two walked to the door together. Chen Li was guarding the porch, and the guards were leading the way with lamps. Xie Qinghe was used to walking slowly, so as not to let the younger brother stumble with his short legs. It was hard to chase.The library building is located not far from Ziyang Palace, connected by a long corridor, and walked back quickly.

Can not do without lights at night.

Chen Li escorted him to the front of the hall to stop, Xie Qinghe was used to picking up the lanterns, Fu Chuan had already carried the lanterns ahead, lighting up the steps.

Su Gu came to welcome her with her maids, Xie Qinghe took off his outer robe, took a sip of tea, and ordered: "Set the meal."

Fu Chuan sat under the lamp and sorted out the order of the manuscript, and immediately read it from the beginning.Xie Qinghe felt that the lights were not bright enough, and asked Su Gu to light two more lamps for Fu Chuan to send. Before Su Gu came, Fu Chuan was already chanting something, and his fingertips were scribbling in the air...

After turning through about three or five pages, Fu Chuan couldn't help shaking his head: "Trouble!"

After reading two more lines, I continued to criticize: "It's long-winded!"

"God's way!"

……

"Hey, brother, here is a record of how to raise dragons and tame phoenixes." Fu Chuan took a piece of paper and sent it to Xie Qinghe.

This is something that is not in the old collection of Sangshan.It was also the only fresh content that Xie Qinghe sorted out all afternoon.Xie Qinghe didn't want to pour cold water on the junior brother's enthusiasm, so he made room at the dinner table and asked Fu Chuan to put down the manuscript.

Fu Chuan read it twice excitedly, and soon came to his senses: "There are no more dragons in the world."

Xie Qinghe comforted: "Maybe one day I will go to a world with dragons."

"That's true." Fu Chuan looked at the method of raising dragons again with great interest.