"Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island. My Fair Lady, Gentleman. ”

"Jagged wattles, flowing left and right. My Fair Lady, I covet it. ”

“......”

At the hour of the hour, the red sun shines and the mist is misty.

Located in a remote courtyard in the northeast of Koike Town, the sound of reading aloud can be faintly heard.

The original residents who were busy all over Koike Town heard the sound of reading, and turned their heads to look east with a relieved smile on their faces.

Five years ago.

A young man from Koike Town is not very old, but he is strangely handsome and knowledgeable.

This young man has been living here ever since he came to Koike Town.

Soon, he founded the first school in Koike Town, teaching the children of Koike Town to read and write hyphenated, and the older ones would teach some piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

The fees of the school are quite Buddhist, those who have money can give two taels of silver every month, and those who don't have money can give a few eggs, or anything else.

Some families are really in difficulty, and this easy-going young man will instead fund some broken silver.

In just five years, this young man has a high prestige in Koike Town.

Because of his surname Ye, this young man is respectfully called Mr. Ye by everyone.

"Mr. Ye, I'm sorry to interrupt you. ”

Just when Ye Changqing was teaching seven or eight teenagers to recite the "Book of Songs: Guan Ju", a woman with dark cheeks and a bloated figure came to the door.

Ye Changqing turned his head and smiled indifferently: "Aunt Zhang, what do you have to say." ”

"Today, the people from the Taixuan Holy Land will come to our Xiaochi Town to select disciples, and I want our dog to try it, so ......"

The woman looked at Ye Changqing apologetically, a little embarrassed.

Ye Changqing was stunned for a moment, his narrow eyes revealed a hint of complexity, and he smiled: "As long as you can become a disciple of the Taixuan Holy Land, your future achievements will definitely be immeasurable, this is a good thing." ”

"Dog leftover, come out and go home with your mother first. ”

The woman first nodded respectfully at Ye Changqing, and then beckoned to a snot baby.

"Mr. Ye, I brought you some eggs, just put them outside the door, and when you go back later, you will bring them. ”

With that, the woman hurried away with her ten-year-old dog.

As a result, the woman walked forward, and several more original residents of Koike Town walked in.

Ye Changqing looked at the group of original residents with a smile on his face, although he still had a peaceful smile on his face, his heart was full of bitterness.

It looks like this school is about to close down.

"Mr. Ye, my Huzi is also preparing to participate in the assessment of the Taixuan Holy Land......

"Mr. Ye, my family's stone is also preparing to participate in the assessment of the Taixuan Holy Land......

"Mr. Ye, my second dog is also going to participate in the assessment of the Taixuan Holy Land......

“......”

In less than a stick of incense, only Ye Changqing was left alone in the huge schoolhouse.

Ye Changqing sat on the threshold, turned his head to look at the clouds and mist in the distance, and from time to time there were birds passing by the mountains, and couldn't help but sigh quietly.

He is actually also a time-traveler, who came to this world as early as five years ago.

This is a world of immortal cultivation where people, demons, and demons coexist, and cultivators who cultivate as powerful can control the supreme supernatural powers of flying to the heavens and the earth, overwhelming mountains and seas, and opening up the world.

When he first came to this world, Ye Changqing was full of enthusiasm, thinking that he could open the golden finger like other traversers, quickly walk to the peak of the immortal path, and overlook all living beings.

But what he didn't expect was that.

Just five years ago, when he was assessed by the disciples of the Taixuan Holy Land, he was actually tested to have no spiritual root.

In this world, there are many kinds of spiritual roots, and naturally there are high and low quality, and the first assessment of any sect recruiting disciples is to test the quality of spiritual roots.

For Ye Changqing, not to mention whether the spiritual root is good or bad, he doesn't even have a spiritual root, which means that he is destined to become a mortal in this world.

Moreover, it has been a full five years, and he still hasn't gotten any hints from the golden finger.

Sometimes, he couldn't help but wonder if the author of the second lack had forgotten to set a golden finger for him.

However, after five years in this small pond town, he also wanted to open a lot of things.

In this world where demons are rampant, there are dangers everywhere outside, and if you can't cultivate, you can't cultivate, and it's actually good to be here.

There is no bright lights, no hustle and bustle of the city, teaching people to read and write every day, and in my free time, I can paint landscapes, write a calligraphy, drink a cup of tea, play the piano or something.

In his opinion, in fact, this self-cultivation life is also quite good.

Moreover, in order to live a more comfortable life, he also deliberately opened a grocery store in Koike Town.

Originally, he planned to sell some of his own calligraphy and paintings, but these people in Xiaochi Town were rough people and couldn't appreciate them at all, so there was no business to speak of.

As a last resort, he had no choice but to turn the shop into a grocery store, and he also sold some mountain goods on weekdays.

In this year, with this grocery store, Ye Changqing's small life has become more and more nourishing.

The students were all gone, and Ye Changqing had no choice but to close the courtyard door of the school hall and leave, preparing to go back and open the door.

After the time of the small half-pillar incense, Ye Changqing opened the door of the grocery store, simply cleaned the façade, and then ran to the inner courtyard to pick up two framed landscape paintings and hang them in the grocery store.

Today, there are people from the Taixuan Holy Land who come to recruit disciples, and the identities and backgrounds of the people in the Taixuan Holy Land are uneven, so maybe one of the disciples is from a scholarly family, and he is also a lover of calligraphy and painting.

Of course, Ye Changqing is also quite confident in his works.

Part of the reason for this is that he was also from a scholarly family.

And part of the reason is that since he came to this world, he has found that his artistic conception of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting is extremely fast.

He is confident that as long as he takes back any of his current works, the estimated market value will be more than one million.

"Could it be that drawing or something, these useless things are my golden fingers?"

Lying on the rattan chair, admiring the "Taixuan Changqing Picture" in front of him, Ye Changqing suddenly patted his forehead, as if he suddenly had some enlightenment.

Can...... But this ability can also be regarded as a golden finger?

!

This is a world of demon-rampant immortal cultivation, and there are dangers lurking everywhere, even the small pond town adjacent to the fairy land will often make some disasters, and the ability of these chicken ribs is here, and it is completely useless to catch fish and flowers in the water - useless!

Shout!

Shout!

Shout!

At this time, the entire Xiaochi Town was swept by a streamer, and the sound of breaking the air was hideous and piercing.

Ye Changqing immediately stood up and rushed to the door, looking at the peerless posture of the sword after sword, his fair and handsome cheeks were full of envy.

"If one day I can walk with a sword, and with my handsome face, I guess I will be able to wake up with a smile in my dreams in the future!"

"It's a pity, God didn't give birth to me Ye Changqing, this sword path is destined to be as long as a winter night......"