The scorching heat of summer is not enough to fear for cultivators, but it is unbearable for ordinary people. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info Lu Qikun has just become a cultivator, but the realm is too low, and the time is only a few days. So the scorching heat of summer still made Lu Qikun unbearable, and he had something in his heart.

Get up and come to the small courtyard to take a deep breath and forcibly calm yourself down, the so-called calm heart is naturally cool. But that scene kept appearing, and that cute and pitiful little face seemed to be in front of me very clearly in my heart.

Walk to the well, cool the well water, wash the whole body, and the cold will extinguish the summer heat. Lu Qikun looked at the sun and left the small courtyard and walked away.

Lu Qikun couldn't participate in the afternoon class, because the content of the teaching was about cultivation, as well as about what cultivators had seen, and the old man strictly forbade Lu Qikun to learn about it. Therefore, in the afternoon, Lu Qikun neither has to go to the small courtyard nor to the study, but to a collection of the Lu family.

The Lu family has been inherited for thousands of years, and even if the Xia Dynasty is destroyed and disappeared, it still exists to this day. Not only does it have a profound wealth and food heritage, there are many cultivators, but it also has an incomparably rich collection of books.

There are three collections in the mansion, each for different books, two of which are books of monasticism and the observations of monks, and one is an ordinary collection. For some well-known reasons, Lu Qikun naturally couldn't go to the other two collections, so he could only go to ordinary book collections.

The ordinary collection of books is in the south of the mansion, and the three-story wooden building is full of rich historical heritage. After the precipitation of time, it has long been less refined and new, and there is only the dust of cobwebs and the rotten smell of wood. Perhaps it is precisely this reason that makes this collection look so thick and carries the history of the continent for thousands of years.

Wu Wei, the name of this collection. It is the name set by the ancestors of the Lu family, and it is the thought of Lao Tzu of Taoism that originated earlier among the hundred sons. Looking up at the plaque that was stained with dust and could fall at any time, Lu Qikun felt peaceful and serene in his heart. The two words on the plaque seem to have great magic power, which can make people calm and serene.

"Sixteenth Uncle" Lu Qikun retracted his gaze, came to the outside of Wuwei Building, saluted the guard, and handed over his own token.

The janitor looked up to his messy and untidy hair, his face covered with dry mud and dust, and he looked like a beggar. But those eyes are extremely bright, like the bright moon hanging high in the sky in the dark night, eye-catching and impossible to ignore.

The man is the sixteenth of the Lu family, although he is not a descendant, but he is an important lineage. Uncle Sixteen is different from everyone in the Lu family, and he is very good to Lu Qikun. Every time he encounters something that he doesn't understand and can't understand, Lu Qikun will ask Uncle Sixteen. Sixteen will also answer one by one, from deep to shallow, which makes people understand very well.

Lu Qikun once wondered in his heart why such a knowledgeable and talented sixteenth uncle did not get the attention of his grandfather, but he was subjected to this inaction-free building here. Many times Lu Qikun wanted to ask, but in the end he didn't ask, as if it was a taboo, a question that made the relationship between the two estranged.

Uncle Sixteen nodded, and struggled to push open the old far door. There was a crunching sound, and the far gate was in tatters and rotten, as if it would collapse in the next second. Lu Qikun saluted again and walked into the small courtyard of Wuwei Building. As always, the small courtyard is overgrown with weeds, infested with snakes, rats, insects and ants, and it is hard to imagine that this is the courtyard in the Lu family's mansion.

Perhaps it is because there are no monastic books here, not notes on what the monks have seen. The people of the Lu family almost never come here at all, even if it is a teacher.

Lu Qikun walked through the dilapidated stone road, pushed open the door of Wuwei Building, and the dust fell like rain. The dim interior is like an abyss, even if it is a summer noon, it cannot shine into the Wuwei Building. Lu Qikun had long been accustomed to this, and entered the small building to check the books and check the civilization and history of the past thousand years.

There are three floors of Wuwei, and the first floor covers an extremely large area, and the collection of books is extremely rich. Lu Qikun crossed the ancient books that he had read and understood, and walked towards the ancient books that he had not read. Anecdotes, biographies, historical civilizations, the Lu family collection is extremely rich, and it is unique on the mainland.

Lu Qikun immersed himself in the ocean of knowledge and absorbed the knowledge left by his ancestors. It's not about monasticism, it's not about what the ascetics have seen. But these are more attractive to Lu Qikun, supplementing his blankness and ignorance.

Time passed slowly, when I finished reading the book in my hand. It was already dark outside, and Lu Qikun hurriedly put back the book in his hand. Hurriedly left Wuwei Building, and when he was at the gate of the small courtyard, he did not forget to salute the sixteenth uncle.

Uncle Sixteen nodded slightly, staring at the back of Lu Qikun leaving.

The Lu family's mansion in the middle of the night is brightly lit like daytime. It's just that in the deep courtyard mansion, the pitch black and barren is too terrifying. Lu Qikun sat in the small courtyard, watching the stars and the bright moon. Recalling the knowledge learned today, he is waiting for He Lao to sleep.

In the middle of the night, the insects chirped, the stars were even brighter, and the bright moon hung in the center of the night sky in the morning. He Lao's snoring came from the left wing, Lu Qikun opened his eyes, tiptoed out of the small courtyard, and then nervously looked at the darkness around him, confirmed that no one was watching him, and walked towards the garden in the deep courtyard.

Still on top of the boulder, Lu Qikun sat with his eyes closed, letting the starlight shine on him, but his soul had already entered his body.

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In the sea of stars in the sky, the stars were dim and seemed to be collapsing, and only one star was shining, emitting starlight to light all around. The snow was thick on the earth, and a terrifying crack spread to the snow-capped mountain like a sword and a spear. This is Lu Qikun's spiritual world, and it is still worrying as usual.

Lu Qikun stood in the snow, standing under the starlight, looking not far away. There was a heavy snow, but a man sat in it, watching the book in his hand read aloud. The rules sit upright with a straight back, and the white robe is thin and clean, extremely eye-catching and dazzling.

The man kept reading the ancient books in his hand, and it came to Lu Qikun's ears silently but clearly. This is Lu Qikun's biggest secret, and it is also an unimaginable wealth.

"Spring and Autumn Millennium, why don't you understand," the man began.

Lu Qikun was silent and then said the doubts in his heart, "Sir, reading "Xixia Stories and Stories" today, I want to know what is in the north of that desert, and what is the once glorious Qin State."

"In the north of the desert, there are many demons."

"The glorious Qin State, heaven does not grant"

Lu Qikun looked confused after hearing this, and the confusion was not because there were many demons, but because God did not grant it. For a ten-year-old child, this sentence is too profound and not understandable by Lu Qikun at all. And among them, it is pregnant with the truth of heaven and earth, how to understand it for a ten-year-old child.

(Some people say that looking at the first year of the Song Dynasty is like watching the night, I can only say that it is impossible, I feel more that I am watching the celebration of more than one year and the record of the chosen heaven.) I like to read greasy novels, relaxed, interesting, and vivid stories, but there are too few novels with such themes, so I want to write one, but I know my shortcomings, without the delicacy and vividness of catty, I can only say that I will work hard. )