helped Wu Chenchen finish his father Wu Qingquan's funeral, and the time was half a month later.

During this period, all the corpse poison in Wang Hui's body has been pulled out by me and returned to normal, and she has gone back to school.

As for the disappearance of the villagers of Hongshan Village and the murder of Wu Qingquan, I chose not to disclose the secret, I am afraid that it will affect Wang Hui's normal life and even bring her prison.

Wu Chenchen finally agreed to help me keep this secret under my persuasion, but there is a premise, that is, I am on call, and I really have no way to take this little girl, so I can only agree in the end.

Time is like water, fleeting, and one night on the third day after returning home, suddenly a group of yellow-skinned people broke into my house.

Seeing that the group of yellow-skinned people on the table were twittering but did not offend me too much, I knew that Huang Xiangu had sent me to invite me to be a teacher.

This matter has long been decided, and even the salary has been paid in advance, but I have been too busy during this time to have time.

Now that the great trouble in the ditch has gone, the people live and work in peace and contentment, and I, a fledgling village Taoist, will not be able to wait for the funeral for a while, and it is not a matter to nest at home, so I can only go into the mountains hard.

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel a little funny, my first love junior high school classmate Wang Hui is studying at school at this time to prepare for the college entrance examination, and I am about to become a teacher, teaching Huang Xiangu to read and read and behave as a person.

At that moment, I packed a few belongings, and was led into the mountains by the group of yellow skins, and the next morning I came to the cave in the middle of the valley where I had last met Huang Xiangu.

The yellow fairy girl the size of a calf in the distance came out of the hole, and she was followed by dozens of yellow skins of different sizes, hugging each other.

Seeing me, he arched his hand from afar, and learned the words in ventriloquism: "The teacher is really a believer, I sent my children and grandchildren to ask for a teacher yesterday, but I didn't expect to arrive today." The teacher quickly sat in the house, this girl lives here, but there are a lot of ancient books, these ancient books are collected by the ancestors of this girl, the teacher can look through one or two, I still have a lot of things that I don't understand, I need the teacher to explain one or two. ”

"Hmmm! It seems that Huang Xiangu has a lot of books, and they are also ancient books, these ancient books are all antiques, if they are exchanged for money, each one is worth a fortune. I was slightly stunned and looked around, only to find that there was a stone cave behind Huang Xiangu, and the lights in the cave were flickering.

Of course, the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, China has been inherited for thousands of years, and countless romantic characters have been born, these characters have either written books and passed on their thoughts, or they don't want their own magic magic to break the inheritance, or they have recorded their life experiences and insights in books for future generations' reference. These ancient books are priceless. Our Huang family naturally wants to learn from it. In fact, this time I invited the teacher, half of it is to ask you to teach my children and grandchildren to read and write, understand some of the cultivation methods recorded in the book, and break through the earth immortal shackles as soon as possible, and the other half is to ask the teacher to sort out these ancient books inherited by our Huang family for me, and divide these ancient books into some categories, so that it is easy to read after my children and grandchildren learn to read and read, otherwise, these ancient books are messy, and it is really a headache for this girl. Huang Xiangu's gray beard trembled and trembled, as if she had a headache.

"Sir, let's visit our Huang family's book collection first!" Huang Xiangu seemed to want to deliberately show off in front of me, and after saying a few words, she immediately invited me to visit her stone cave.

The stone cave in the depths of this valley is obviously where the yellow skins live, this stone cave is large and wide, the size of another basketball court, and it is also five or six meters high, and after entering it, it is like entering a palace, and it does not feel oppressive at all.

Moreover, the environment in the cave is very dry, and there is no moisture penetration, so that the ancient books collected by the Huang family in the past dynasties have been perfectly preserved.

There are many recesses in the stone wall, and these recesses are lit one by one oil lamp.

The oil in this oil lamp is pine oil collected from pine trees in the mountains.

When this pine oil is lit, it has a strong fragrance that makes people smell refreshed.

And there is a stone platform on all sides of the stone cave, on this stone platform there are a volume of ancient books, all kinds, there are typed books, there are small books, there are manuscripts, lithographs, and woodcuts, the paper is also various, there are rice paper, sandalwood paper, silk paper, and even bamboo slips before the Han Dynasty, the oldest oracle bone inscriptions can even be traced back to the Shang and Zhou dynasties.

These ancient books were placed on the stone platforms around the cave, and the stone platforms were piled up to the brim, and a large part of the books were thrown on the ground because there was nowhere to pile up.

The books of this stone cave are collected by the ancestors of Huangxian Gu, and have been inherited for more than 3,000 years, from the Spring and Autumn Period of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty and the Warring States Period, to the Qin and Han Dynasties, the Western Jin Dynasty, the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and then to the Northern and Southern Dynasties, the Tang Dynasty and the Ten Kingdoms of the Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, the classics of each dynasty and each generation have been collected, and the conservative estimate is no less than 200,000 volumes.

There are so many books, even the best bibliophiles are not comparable to them.

I usually read books, usually from school textbooks, or some classics about the corpse chaser sect given by my grandfather.

"The Dragon Shaker? "The Wonderful Art of the Green Capsule"? "The Son of Heaven's Hope for Qi"? Why are most of the books about Feng Shui? ”

I walked to a row of stone platforms, took out a book, and opened it, it was a scripture of the "Dragon Shaking Sutra" about tombs and dragon points.

It is woodcut printing, there is a long-standing seal behind it, the seal is "written by Li Chunfeng" four words, it is an ancient book compiled by Li Chunfeng, a master of feng shui in the Tang Dynasty, this book can be worth a lot of money outside, and the content inside is much more esoteric than the "Shaking the Dragon Sutra" we read today, and a large part of the content of today's "Shaking the Dragon Sutra" has long been lost with the change of history.

I flipped through a few more books, also about Feng Shui.

"These are all books about Feng Shui, and they record the art of Kanyu." I nodded and said: "There are also some books about Taoist Qi refining, and some romances, these books are all put together, and they are not divided into categories at all, but I am afraid that I will not be able to find them when I want to read them, why don't I let Chen Shenpo help you sort it out!" ”

"She! Uneducated, I don't know a single big word, I can't organize it at all, this, this girl actually doesn't know a lot, and she doesn't know much about book classification. Huang Xiangu shrugged her fluffy ears, as if she felt a little embarrassed.