Chapter 605 Bookish Business Qi Wang Tianwen (Part 3)
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Xiao Shi Yi Mo
Chapter 605 The book business Qi Wang Tianwen (third change)
Han Yuexin smiled sweetly, walked quickly to Wang Qingshan, and said enthusiastically: "Friend Wang, my aunt and the others are in the teahouse in front of them. They have invited many fellow Taoists and are exchanging Taoism! Do you want to come together?"
Wang Qingshan originally wanted to exchange Taoism with monks of the same rank, so he naturally would not reject Han Yuexin's proposal.
"Wang Daoyou, when did you set off? Last time I went to Taoshan, your brother said you were in retreat, why did you leave so soon? You often practice in retreat, no wonder you have advanced to the seventh floor of foundation building, I still The sixth floor of foundation building, but I am confident that I will be able to catch up with you."
The two walked towards the teahouse together, Han Yuexin kept talking and was very lively.
Wang Qingshan frowned slightly. Han Yuexin just talked too much, and he didn't like it very much. Every time he stayed with Han Yuexin, he felt a group of flies flying around.
Because of this, he avoided Han Yuexin.
Han Yuexin chattered non-stop, talking to Wang Qingshan about her experience in the past few years, she said a dozen words, and Wang Qingshan replied.
Not long after, they walked into the teahouse and came to the fifth floor.
More than 20 immortal cultivators sat at the tea table in twos and threes, discussing Taoism.
Wang Qingshan's eyes swept towards the other monks, and there was a strange look in his eyes.
Following his gaze, a thin young man in red was sitting in the corner.
The young man in red was carrying a long red knife on his back, his expression was cold, and he looked like he was not close to strangers. He exuded a faint evil spirit and built eight layers of foundation.
Wang Qingshan carefully discovered that there were several swallow patterns on the sleeves of the young man in red.
The young man in red noticed Wang Qingshan's gaze and looked towards Wang Qingshan, but quickly looked away.
Wang Qingshan and Han Yuexin found an empty table and sat down.
"In two days, it will be the day when the Dao Discussion Conference will be officially held, and I don't know who the treasure will go to."
"I think it mostly fell on the disciples of Chongyang Academy. They took out a talisman as a reward. The first name must be a disciple of Chongyang Academy, otherwise the face of Chongyang Academy would be ugly."
"That's not necessarily the case. The disciples of Taiyi Immortal Sect and Qianji Sect also participated in the Dao Discussion Conference, and it is possible that their disciples won the first place."
"There are no absolutes in the world. My brother has cultivated to the ninth level of foundation building, has rich experience in fighting skills, and has a natal magic weapon in hand. My brother has a high chance of winning the first place."
At the beginning they were discussing Taoism, but slowly, the topic shifted to the competition at the Dao Discussion Conference.
"Others say that monk Donghuang is a frog at the bottom of the well. I didn't believe it at first, but now it seems that what he said is correct. Sitting in a well and watching the sky, I don't know the heights of the sky and the depth of the earth, and Donghuang is nothing more than that."
A disdainful male voice came from the corner.
Wang Qingshan looked along the source of the sound, and saw the young man in red standing up and walking downstairs.
According to his words, the young man in red is not a monk from the Eastern Wilderness.
"Hmph, it's not certain who sits and watches the sky!"
"That's right, it's a mule or a horse coming out for a walk. I hope to see you play on the day of the Dao Discussion Conference."
Hearing this, the young man in red smiled instead of anger. He turned his head, looked at the monk upstairs, and said with a sneer, "Okay! I hope you will play at that time, and I will kill you at that time."
After saying this, he strode downstairs.
"Knife repair! This is rare."
Wang Qingshan looked at the back of the young man in red and muttered to himself.
The sword is domineering, and the sword is domineering. Speaking of which, Wang Qingshan has never fought against a sword cultivator yet!
"I think the first name is Wang Daoyou. Wang Daoyou is a sword repairer, and he defeated me with one move."
Han Yuexin said proudly, as if she was the one who won.
Han Yuxin frowned slightly, she glanced at Han Yuexin, and said to herself: "It's really a girl who doesn't want to stay. This girl's arm has been abducted before she is married."
One after another, Foundation Establishment cultivators came up to discuss Taoism.
Wang Qingshan found that most of these people were just talking on paper and didn't have much experience in fighting skills. No wonder the young man in red looked down on the Donghuang cultivator.
After exchanging Taoism, they began to hold exchange meetings to exchange things.
Wang Qingshan took out some monster materials in exchange for materials for refining the flying sword.
After half an hour, all the monks left one after another.
"Wang Daoyou, there is a weapon shop in front, and the flying swords there are quite good, let me go with you to have a look!"
Han Yuexin pointed to the shop in front and said enthusiastically.
Han Yuxin couldn't laugh or cry, she said that girls should be reserved, her niece is too proactive!
"No need, Fairy Han, thank you for your kindness, Wang still has something to do, so I will leave."
Wang Qingshan politely refused, turned and left.
"What's the matter? Does he hate me? Didn't you say that women chase men's interlayer yarn!"
Han Yuexin showed a bitter face, frowning and said.
"Girl, you are very courageous. You are still chasing after men. If your father finds out, he will make you mad."
Han Yuxin tapped Han Yuexin's forehead with her finger, and reprimanded her unceremoniously.
"Aunt, didn't you say so? Happiness is in my own hands. I don't want to be like Fourth Sister."
Han Yuxin sighed, and said, "Can't you tell? He doesn't like you at all, and you can't force things about your relationship."
Han Yuexin's brows were tightly furrowed, and her jet-black eyeballs were constantly rolling, she didn't know what she was thinking.
After leaving the teahouse, Wang Qingshan walked along the street and came to a bluestone square unknowingly.
There are ten arenas in the square, and each arena is covered by an egg-shaped cyan light curtain, where immortal cultivators fight.
These people fight to the limit, and their lives are rarely in danger.
Wang Qingshan shook his head straight. If the fighting skills of the Dao Discussion Conference were similar to these people, he felt that it would be no problem for him to win the first place.
Of course, he knew very well that a real master would not easily show his supernatural powers in front of others.
"I found you, Uncle Qi, something is wrong, Tianwen has a dispute with someone, and almost got into a fight."
A member of the Wang family ran up to Wang Qingshan and said anxiously.
"Tianwen? How could he argue with others? He is not such a person!"
Wang Qingshan frowned and said, Wang Tianwen likes poetry and dictionaries, he is more honest, logically speaking, he shouldn't argue with others.
"It seems to be competing for a book of poetry. According to Tianwen, that book is the work of a certain Confucian and Taoist master."
"Take me there quickly, this child is really worrying."
Not long after, Wang Qingshan came to a bookstore.
A pale-faced, bookish scholar in green shirt was arguing with a middle-aged man, and the shopkeeper was holding a blue book in his hand, with a perplexed expression on his face.
"Tianwen, what's going on?" Wang Qingshan asked with a frown as he looked at the green-clothed scholar.
"Uncle Qi, you came just in time. I read this book first, so it should be mine."
Wang Tianwen pointed to the blue classics in the shopkeeper's hand and explained.
"Hmph, you didn't pay again, I've already paid for the Lingshi."
Wang Qingshan looked at the shopkeeper and asked, "Is this the only copy? Can't make a copy?"
"Qi Bogong, this is an isolated copy. The classics can be copied, but there are Confucian and Taoist people's understanding of Tao in the classics. There are no copied classics, and the original must be obtained."
The characters of Confucian and Taoist masters are naturally different from ordinary characters. There are many ways to write a character, and different ways of writing imply different Tao.
Hearing this, Wang Qingshan frowned slightly, and said to the middle-aged man: "Little friend, we are willing to pay three times the price for this classic, how about it?"
"The book of a sage, how can it be measured by spirit stones, it is not for sale."
The middle-aged man shook his head, not giving Wang Qingshan any face.
(End of this chapter)
Han Yuexin smiled sweetly, walked quickly to Wang Qingshan, and said enthusiastically: "Friend Wang, my aunt and the others are in the teahouse in front of them. They have invited many fellow Taoists and are exchanging Taoism! Do you want to come together?"
Wang Qingshan originally wanted to exchange Taoism with monks of the same rank, so he naturally would not reject Han Yuexin's proposal.
"Wang Daoyou, when did you set off? Last time I went to Taoshan, your brother said you were in retreat, why did you leave so soon? You often practice in retreat, no wonder you have advanced to the seventh floor of foundation building, I still The sixth floor of foundation building, but I am confident that I will be able to catch up with you."
The two walked towards the teahouse together, Han Yuexin kept talking and was very lively.
Wang Qingshan frowned slightly. Han Yuexin just talked too much, and he didn't like it very much. Every time he stayed with Han Yuexin, he felt a group of flies flying around.
Because of this, he avoided Han Yuexin.
Han Yuexin chattered non-stop, talking to Wang Qingshan about her experience in the past few years, she said a dozen words, and Wang Qingshan replied.
Not long after, they walked into the teahouse and came to the fifth floor.
More than 20 immortal cultivators sat at the tea table in twos and threes, discussing Taoism.
Wang Qingshan's eyes swept towards the other monks, and there was a strange look in his eyes.
Following his gaze, a thin young man in red was sitting in the corner.
The young man in red was carrying a long red knife on his back, his expression was cold, and he looked like he was not close to strangers. He exuded a faint evil spirit and built eight layers of foundation.
Wang Qingshan carefully discovered that there were several swallow patterns on the sleeves of the young man in red.
The young man in red noticed Wang Qingshan's gaze and looked towards Wang Qingshan, but quickly looked away.
Wang Qingshan and Han Yuexin found an empty table and sat down.
"In two days, it will be the day when the Dao Discussion Conference will be officially held, and I don't know who the treasure will go to."
"I think it mostly fell on the disciples of Chongyang Academy. They took out a talisman as a reward. The first name must be a disciple of Chongyang Academy, otherwise the face of Chongyang Academy would be ugly."
"That's not necessarily the case. The disciples of Taiyi Immortal Sect and Qianji Sect also participated in the Dao Discussion Conference, and it is possible that their disciples won the first place."
"There are no absolutes in the world. My brother has cultivated to the ninth level of foundation building, has rich experience in fighting skills, and has a natal magic weapon in hand. My brother has a high chance of winning the first place."
At the beginning they were discussing Taoism, but slowly, the topic shifted to the competition at the Dao Discussion Conference.
"Others say that monk Donghuang is a frog at the bottom of the well. I didn't believe it at first, but now it seems that what he said is correct. Sitting in a well and watching the sky, I don't know the heights of the sky and the depth of the earth, and Donghuang is nothing more than that."
A disdainful male voice came from the corner.
Wang Qingshan looked along the source of the sound, and saw the young man in red standing up and walking downstairs.
According to his words, the young man in red is not a monk from the Eastern Wilderness.
"Hmph, it's not certain who sits and watches the sky!"
"That's right, it's a mule or a horse coming out for a walk. I hope to see you play on the day of the Dao Discussion Conference."
Hearing this, the young man in red smiled instead of anger. He turned his head, looked at the monk upstairs, and said with a sneer, "Okay! I hope you will play at that time, and I will kill you at that time."
After saying this, he strode downstairs.
"Knife repair! This is rare."
Wang Qingshan looked at the back of the young man in red and muttered to himself.
The sword is domineering, and the sword is domineering. Speaking of which, Wang Qingshan has never fought against a sword cultivator yet!
"I think the first name is Wang Daoyou. Wang Daoyou is a sword repairer, and he defeated me with one move."
Han Yuexin said proudly, as if she was the one who won.
Han Yuxin frowned slightly, she glanced at Han Yuexin, and said to herself: "It's really a girl who doesn't want to stay. This girl's arm has been abducted before she is married."
One after another, Foundation Establishment cultivators came up to discuss Taoism.
Wang Qingshan found that most of these people were just talking on paper and didn't have much experience in fighting skills. No wonder the young man in red looked down on the Donghuang cultivator.
After exchanging Taoism, they began to hold exchange meetings to exchange things.
Wang Qingshan took out some monster materials in exchange for materials for refining the flying sword.
After half an hour, all the monks left one after another.
"Wang Daoyou, there is a weapon shop in front, and the flying swords there are quite good, let me go with you to have a look!"
Han Yuexin pointed to the shop in front and said enthusiastically.
Han Yuxin couldn't laugh or cry, she said that girls should be reserved, her niece is too proactive!
"No need, Fairy Han, thank you for your kindness, Wang still has something to do, so I will leave."
Wang Qingshan politely refused, turned and left.
"What's the matter? Does he hate me? Didn't you say that women chase men's interlayer yarn!"
Han Yuexin showed a bitter face, frowning and said.
"Girl, you are very courageous. You are still chasing after men. If your father finds out, he will make you mad."
Han Yuxin tapped Han Yuexin's forehead with her finger, and reprimanded her unceremoniously.
"Aunt, didn't you say so? Happiness is in my own hands. I don't want to be like Fourth Sister."
Han Yuxin sighed, and said, "Can't you tell? He doesn't like you at all, and you can't force things about your relationship."
Han Yuexin's brows were tightly furrowed, and her jet-black eyeballs were constantly rolling, she didn't know what she was thinking.
After leaving the teahouse, Wang Qingshan walked along the street and came to a bluestone square unknowingly.
There are ten arenas in the square, and each arena is covered by an egg-shaped cyan light curtain, where immortal cultivators fight.
These people fight to the limit, and their lives are rarely in danger.
Wang Qingshan shook his head straight. If the fighting skills of the Dao Discussion Conference were similar to these people, he felt that it would be no problem for him to win the first place.
Of course, he knew very well that a real master would not easily show his supernatural powers in front of others.
"I found you, Uncle Qi, something is wrong, Tianwen has a dispute with someone, and almost got into a fight."
A member of the Wang family ran up to Wang Qingshan and said anxiously.
"Tianwen? How could he argue with others? He is not such a person!"
Wang Qingshan frowned and said, Wang Tianwen likes poetry and dictionaries, he is more honest, logically speaking, he shouldn't argue with others.
"It seems to be competing for a book of poetry. According to Tianwen, that book is the work of a certain Confucian and Taoist master."
"Take me there quickly, this child is really worrying."
Not long after, Wang Qingshan came to a bookstore.
A pale-faced, bookish scholar in green shirt was arguing with a middle-aged man, and the shopkeeper was holding a blue book in his hand, with a perplexed expression on his face.
"Tianwen, what's going on?" Wang Qingshan asked with a frown as he looked at the green-clothed scholar.
"Uncle Qi, you came just in time. I read this book first, so it should be mine."
Wang Tianwen pointed to the blue classics in the shopkeeper's hand and explained.
"Hmph, you didn't pay again, I've already paid for the Lingshi."
Wang Qingshan looked at the shopkeeper and asked, "Is this the only copy? Can't make a copy?"
"Qi Bogong, this is an isolated copy. The classics can be copied, but there are Confucian and Taoist people's understanding of Tao in the classics. There are no copied classics, and the original must be obtained."
The characters of Confucian and Taoist masters are naturally different from ordinary characters. There are many ways to write a character, and different ways of writing imply different Tao.
Hearing this, Wang Qingshan frowned slightly, and said to the middle-aged man: "Little friend, we are willing to pay three times the price for this classic, how about it?"
"The book of a sage, how can it be measured by spirit stones, it is not for sale."
The middle-aged man shook his head, not giving Wang Qingshan any face.
(End of this chapter)
