Capital, Bishoin.

In the huge hall, there was only Yun Nianchu alone.

Colleagues have gone home for the New Year.

Yun Nianchu picked up a bucket of water, hid it, took a cloth towel to wet the water, and wiped the bookshelf.

This place contains most of the rare metaphysical classics of Dazhang, except for those who have a licensed waist plate and can flip through the classics in the building, almost no one can enter here.

Yun Nianchu is not among them.

She is the goddess of the Holy Majesty, a rare genius in Xuanmen for a hundred years, and the most noble person under the head of the Bicheng Academy, everything here can be read and used without any restrictions.

The colleagues of the Bishoin were very envious, and they all said that this was a heavenly gift from the Holy Heaven.

Yun Nianchu was intently wiping the bookshelves, turning a blind eye to the rare books that made the world's mystics long.

She has been here for almost a year, and she has already read most of the classics. Only she knows that the classics here seem to be precious, but in fact they are not very valuable, not even as good as the collections of the Qing Palace in the Nine Heavens.

The Xuanmen Library, which is known as the most complete library in Dazhang, how can it be so shabby?

Legend has it that the original ceremony of Empress Yuzhen pulled a full thirty cars of rare books from Xuanmen, which shocked the world.

Where did all these books go?

Yun Nianchu frowned slightly, only in this silent hall where there was no human voice, he lowered his head and scrubbed the bookshelves.

Fluttering

There was a sound of flapping wings from far and near, Yun Nianchu turned his head and saw a small figure flying from the sky and landing on the window lattice.

It was a round gray dove with red paws clutching at the window, and a pair of black jewel-like eyes peeking in.

In this silent and unmanned Bicheng Courtyard, there was such a lively pigeon cooing, which made Yun Nianchu feel a little gratifying.

The gray pigeon seemed to notice Yun Nianchu behind the bookshelf, and flapped its wings and flew inside, Yun Nianchu stretched out her hand, and the pigeon fell steadily into her hand.

Yun Nianchu noticed that there was a small bamboo tube tied to its legs.

Removing the bamboo tube, the pigeon jumped onto the bookshelf and paced back and forth.

"Beginning with the beginning."

"Long dredge asked, when in mind. I haven't seen you since I said goodbye last year. On the day you left Jintan, I also set off on a long journey......"

"When he travels to the capital every day, he will definitely talk with you on the red clay stove and with candles at night."

Photo by Fu Weizhen. It's hard to pray. The sea and the sky are in sight, and it is not too late. Take care of yourself, and hope will be restored. ”

"Congratulations to the Chinese New Year. The old man Yu Xia. ”

Yun Nianchu read the letter silently, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a shallow smile.

This was sent by Yu Xia.

She said that she had been thinking about herself, but because she didn't know where she was, she didn't know how to pass on the news to herself, and by chance, she learned about her recent situation, so she quickly wrote to herself and asked the pigeon to send it.

Yu Xia also said in the letter many interesting things she encountered when she traveled abroad, as well as the help to her cultivation, and sighed that she could know the world by traveling thousands of miles. And I hope that one day she will come to Beijing and meet her, and she has a lot to say to herself.

The smile on Yun Nianchu's face became even brighter.

She walked briskly, sat down at the table by the door, grinded, and wrote a letter.

When she had finished writing the letter, she went to the small kitchen to find a handful of grain and sprinkled it in front of the house.

The gray dove soon flew over and happily pecked at the grain.

When the pigeon's belly became more round, Yun Nianchu squatted in front of the pigeon and tied a small bamboo tube to its leg.

"Go back to your master."

Yun Nianchu patted the pigeon's head, and the pigeon rubbed her palm with its head, and then flapped its wings and flew away.

Yun Nianchu looked at the pigeon that flew farther and farther until his figure disappeared, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The capital on Chinese New Year's Eve is very lively, even in this secluded Bicheng Courtyard, she can see the red light of every house.

Today was the Holy Family's Banquet, and many favored princes and ministers were also fortunate enough to enter the palace to enjoy the banquet, and Ben also invited her, but she politely declined on the grounds that people in the cultivation path must cultivate quietly.

Fortunately, I didn't go, but if I did, I don't know if I would see this cute pigeon.

……

In the first few days of the year, Yu Xia is still comfortable.

Most of the feng shui gentlemen in Hexia County left a few years ago, and now the city is not crowded, but it is also very lively.

Yu Xia and Bai Zhenqian, Ling Wufeng, and Liu Wuyi wandered around the city, Wang Zhongzhen, Guo Tong, and Cheng Buchi all followed Wang to the mountains outside the city, Wang wanted to survey the height and soil quality of the mountains, and Cheng Buchi went to find casting materials, Wang Zhongzhen Guo Tong was very interested in Wang's skills, so he went with him.

"Senior Sister Bai, you see how much this clay figure looks like you."

Ling Wufeng held a clay figure wearing red clothes and holding a sword in his hand, and came to Bai Zhenqian's side.

Bai Zhenqian's gaze swept over the clay figure, and a look of surprise suddenly appeared on her face.

"It's too similar, where did you find it?"

Ling Wufeng smiled and pointed to a clay figure stall not far away, "I just saw it and felt like you, so I bought it." ”

Bai Zhenqian couldn't put it down, and pulled Liu Wuzhi to run to the clay figure stall.

"Let's see if there's anything like yours!"

No Wind: ......

So angry, so wronged.

"Didn't you say that as long as I coaxed her well, she would know how I was doing?"

Ling Wufeng glanced at Yu Xia resentfully.

Yu Xia: Ahem...... hehe

"I'll see if there's a clay figure like me, too!"

Yu Xia spread his legs and ran.

Although what Yu Xia just said was just a pretext, she really found a clay figure that was very similar to herself in the clay figure stall.

Wearing the same blue cloth robe, his complexion is slightly dark, and even his facial features are the same as his own.

Yu Xia glanced at the clay figure in Liu Wuzhi's hand that was exactly the same as him, and couldn't help muttering.

"That's a coincidence, isn't it?"

"Unfortunately, I just made it according to you."

The vendor who was sitting at the back of the stall with his hat bowed his head suddenly raised his head, revealing a childish face that had not yet taken off his face, looking at her meaningfully.

"Yu Xia, we meet again."

Yu Xia glanced at the strange young man in front of him, with a puzzled expression.

"Who are you?"

The young man froze, then tugged at the corners of his mouth and took off his hat.

A slick head is exposed.

"Do you recognize it now?"

Yu Xia saw this round and bald head, and felt interesting, and couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

Then continue to shake your head.

"Who are you?"

The bald boy's face stiffened even more, and he almost gritted his teeth and said:

"My name is Wuxin, and I have seen it in the Dong Family Spirit Hall before."

As soon as he said this, Yu Xia remembered.

"It turns out that you are a monk, I said how can you shave your head."

Wuxin snorted coldly, "My memory is so bad at a young age, I really don't know how I cultivated to the third grade." ”

Yu Xia also glanced at him and found that he was also a third grade, and only shrugged his shoulders innocently.

"Maybe that's talent."