At the beginning of her recovery from a serious illness, Jing Qingran was bored, sitting and sitting, and idle, she wandered around this Taoist temple.

There are bamboo repairs in front, green and lush, bamboo leaves and leaves overlap each other, and the wind blows and flutters.

The grass here is like a mat, the trees are scattered and standing, and just in autumn, there is a clump of white chrysanthemum blooming brightly. Jing Qingran was in it, and he was in a good mood.

Two Taoist priests were sweeping the floor, holding brooms made of bamboo, wearing cyan Taoist robes, with long hair tied to beads on their heads, sweeping the fallen leaves on the bluestone paved ground.

Very elegant and very simple, the wind blows the leaves, the leaves fall in the air, fluttering and landing, two Taoists holding brooms, sweeping the floor seems to be very serious.

In Taoism, sweeping the floor is also a practice.

Jing Qingran has a sense of awe in this situation, this place is like a paradise, there is no dispute with the world, and any complex thoughts seem to be defiled by this.

She walked from here with a kind heart, and walked to the corridor opposite, the corridor is very tortuous, simple and ancient, and the corridor is the epitome of mountains and rivers.

Jing Qingran walked on the promenade, this long distance, she never felt that the road was far, but walked here leisurely.

At the end of the corridor is the library of Qingyunguan.

Jing Qingran walked to the library pavilion boringly, I used to watch martial arts, didn't I say that the books in the library in the Taoist temple are very valuable and useful?

Jing Qingran wanted to go and see it.

The Taoist priests knew that Jing Qingran was the identity of Princess Chen, and it was allowed for her to enter the first floor of the Library Pavilion, the second floor, after all, the books on the second floor were all treasures in the world, and there was a faint desire to exclude outsiders from entering the second floor of the Library Pavilion.

How could Jing Qingran not know what these Taoist priests thought?

If you can go to the first floor, you can go to the first floor, there are so many books on the first floor, she can't read them, and going to the second floor is of no use to her.

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Qingyun Temple, Library Pavilion, on the first floor, Jing Qingran walked between the bookshelves.

These books look very simple on the surface, take out a copy and look at it, the content inside is even more quaint, and the words, the words of this era, Jing Qingran is not very recognizable.

can read a book word for word, Jing Qingran can't even think about it, even if it's a children's book, she can't even think about it.

It's terrible to be uneducated!

Jing Qingran walked around and took a look, similar to looking at the flowers, and finally saw in a corner that the content of the book was paintings, not words, she was very happy, so she picked up the picture book and looked at the pictures.

This book is probably to teach people to practice martial arts, practice basic Taoist swordsmanship, Jing Qingran read it seriously, she also has an obsession with martial arts, after all, she was a martial arts practitioner in her previous life.

Practicing karate is also considered martial arts.

One move, one style, one sword and one back sword, Jing Qingran looked at it carefully, and did not force it to come down, most of the martial arts in the world are the same, and if you learn one kind of strongly, it will only make you turn the horns.

One noon and afternoon, Jing Qingran spent time in the library pavilion.

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"Princess, where have you been? Huan'er hasn't found you, are you hungry? Finally saw Jing Qingran walk into the house, Huan'er got up and said hello.

"Well, this princess has been in the library all the time, reading books, and now she is hungry too." Jing Qingran said, glanced at the wooden table, the food was ready, and said, "This princess has eaten." ”

People in Taoist temples don't eat meat, but there is more meat in Jing Qingran's dishes, of course, only meat in her meals.

Jing Qingran didn't care about these politely, sat at the dinner table, and feasted happily.