After finishing the work, Jiang Yuan directly closed the live broadcast.

At the end of the day, he just treats live streaming as a form of entertainment.

It's because I don't want to know how to pronounce it when I want to speak in the future.

Maybe there was also the idea of gathering popularity through live broadcasts and then turning it into luck.

But then this idea faded.

The little luck that has been transformed by live broadcast in the past few years can't let him enter the state of unity between heaven and man for a few seconds, what is the use?

Putting down the mobile phone, going to the dining room to fill some porridge and deal with the Five Organs Temple, Jiang Yuan immediately walked to the Mingxin Pavilion.

After the old Dao was feathered, Jiang Yuan not only repaired the original library pavilion in the Taoist temple, but also built five new library pavilions.

There are a total of six pavilions, namely the three pavilions of Daozang, the medical pavilion, the Qiming pavilion and the Mingxin pavilion.

Among them, the Qiming Pavilion was used by him to write and store manuscripts.

The medical cabinet was used by him to store all kinds of Chinese and foreign medical skills as well as some incurable diseases.

What is stored in the three pavilions of the Daozang is those Daozang that he has been familiar with, allusions and a vast number of modern sciences.

Books on physics, chemistry, philosophy, Taoism, and much more can be found in the Three Pavilions.

As long as it is a book that contains the truth of the world, he reads it.

As for the last Mingxin Pavilion, the interior was used by him to store the books that had not yet been read by him.

Because there are too many books of all kinds, when Jiang Yuan named it Mingxin Pavilion, he also had the meaning of Mingxin Pavilion.

The world of flowers is charming, if you can't stick to your heart, you will have to be polluted by this rolling red dust sooner or later.

Push open the door of the Mingxin Pavilion and step into it.

Looking at the few classics left on the huge bookshelf, a faint smile appeared in Jiang Yuan's eyes.

When the books in the Mingxin Pavilion were read by him, it was the moment when he traversed the knowledge of ancient and modern times and created the practice of cultivating immortals.

Gathering a trace of anticipation that suddenly appeared in his heart, Jiang Yuan immediately took down the Shennong Baicao Sutra from the bookshelf, sat down in front of the desk and began to read today.

......

Time flies, and the light is fleeting.

In the blink of an eye, two months have passed.

Early this morning, Jiang Yuan, who had returned from morning exercise by the West Lake, looked at a man and a woman standing at the door of the Taoist temple, and his brows couldn't help frowning.

He knew both of them, the head of a private museum.

When a person becomes famous, no matter how low-key he is, he will inevitably be targeted by some capital.

What's more, Jiang Yuan still does a live broadcast or something every day, and he is even more 108,000 miles away from being low-key.

It is inevitable to be targeted.

Some people want the TV and movie rights in his hands, and some people take a fancy to his appeal and want him to make his debut as a star.

Of course, there are also many rich women who have taken a fancy to his jade tree and want to have a spring festival with him.

The two in front of him were staring at his manuscript.

Since Jiang Yuan integrated the martial arts handed over to him by Lao Dao, he has achieved 100% control over every muscle in himself, but it is still no problem to control 80%.

Although his handwriting cannot be compared with those literary masters, it is indeed not bad.

Coupled with the blessing of the aura of the original manuscript of the masterpiece, there will naturally be no shortage of ideas for his manuscript.

There are museums that want him to donate voluntarily, there are also private collectors who want to buy them at sky-high prices, and there are some who want to pick up the leaks.

However, after being swept away by Jiang Yuan a few times, those existences stopped coming to the door.

But the two people in front of them are different.

Since he became famous, he can always see them in front of the Taoist temple at 8 o'clock in the morning on August 13 every year, rain or shine.

However, they are decent in their words and deeds, and they never cross the line, which makes Jiang Yuan also have a headache.

"What? An old friend came over, and Daochang Jiang greeted us with this expression? ”

Looking at Jiang Yuan's cold eyes, Mi Xue was familiar with herself as a friend, and even showed a posture that if you dare to nod, I will dare to pounce.

Stretched out his right hand and tapped his slightly swollen temples, and looked up at the scorching sun that was about to rise, Jiang Yuan immediately put his eyes on Mi Xue again:

"Mi Jushi is really idle, every year he runs all the way to the door of this small Taoist temple on the poor road, and he is not too tired to panic."

"As long as the Taoist is willing to sell the manuscript to us, not to mention coming to see the Taoist on August 13 every year, even if the Taoist wants Mi'er to serve and live, Mi'er is not impossible."

Looking at the hint of charm flashing in the corners of Mi Xue's eyes, Jiang Yuan couldn't help but frown.

"Lay people, please respect yourself, you know, someone once offered hundreds of millions of poor Dao manuscripts and never bought and sold manuscripts, so please don't fight the idea of poor Dao manuscripts."

"It was before, and now it is now, and the hundreds of millions in the mouth of the Taoist chief are just imaginary fingers."

"As far as I know, among the group of people who once wanted Dao Chang's manuscript, the highest price was 30 million, and Dao Chang really didn't sell it."

"But now, if the Taoist is willing, we are willing to bid 150 million to buy your manuscript of the Legend of the Condor Heroes, and only for the manuscript, without any other copyright."

"Forget it, there is no shortage of money in the poor road."

Waving his hand at the two, Jiang Yuan immediately pushed open the vermilion purple gate and entered the Taoist temple.

"The two laymen know, the poor Tao is the view of descendants, and the Taoist is a pure place, so they will not entertain the two, please take care of yourself."

After turning around and leaving a sentence for the two, Jiang Yuan directly closed the door of the Taoist temple.

The manuscript is of great use to him, even if others offer tens of billions of dollars, Jiang Yuan will not be able to sell the manuscript to others.

It's better to just close the door and thank the guests.

"Sister Xue'er, what should I do?"

"What else can I do? Since the Taoist chief is unwilling to sell, let's go back. ”

"Or us?"

The man winked at Michelle as he spoke.

"Are you stupid?"

Mi Xue looked at her younger brother, who was not a weapon, but she seemed to hate iron and steel:

"Not to mention that it is now a society under the rule of law, if you bring a knife to the street, you will be invited to the bureau"

"Don't talk about Jiang Yuan's identity as a great writer now, I don't know if the white man is gone, it will cause any big storm."

"We can't afford to mess with the Dao Gate behind him alone."

"Don't talk about you, it's just that the entire group is not enough for that group of Taoist priests to stomp their feet, don't bother me if you want to die."

"Or do you really think that the group of Taoist priests who went down the mountain to save the world in troubled times and returned to the mountains and forests in prosperous times are easy to provoke?"

"Then what should I do, eldest sister, if you can't get the manuscript, you won't be able to please the old man, and if you can't please the old man, you won't be able to win the second uncle's house, and when the old man is gone, how can there be a place for us in the group."

"You can't live without the group?"

hating iron and steel, he nodded his brother's head, and Michelle was reincarnated and walked down the mountain.

"Where are you going now?"

"Just keep up, why do you talk so much nonsense?"

Listening to the sound outside the door gradually fade away, Jiang Yuan did not stop the action of watering in his hands.

He could hear the words of the siblings, and he heard a lot.

In order to get what he has in his hands, beauty tricks, pretending to be pitiful, sympathy, oppression with power, etc., etc., what has he not touched?

But Jiang Yuan's Tao for so many years was not in vain.

Beauty is like dry bones, and hearts are like iron and stone.

These methods will not do anything to him unless he wants to.

As for those who want to suppress people with power, they have long been pressed back by Jiang Yuan.

The avenue is fifty, the sky is forty-nine, and people escape one of them.

Although they didn't go bankrupt directly, there were not a few companies that were hurt by Jiang Yuan.

So after so many years, I still don't give up, and those who want to get benefits from Jiang Yuan are just the two sisters and brothers who are still decent.

Maybe they want to be sincere, and the golden stone is open, but Jiang Yuan can only tell them that he chose the wrong object.

After putting the matter of the two sisters and brothers in the back of his mind, drinking a bowl of millet porridge and pouring three points of vegetable land, Jiang Yuan came to the Mingxin Pavilion.

Taking down the last classic book on the bookshelf of Mingxin Pavilion and turning it to the last unread part, Jiang Yuan began to silently absorb the knowledge in it.

10,000 volumes are about to be read.

At this time, Jiang Yuan did not have the pride of reading more than 10,000 books in ten years, nor did he have the excitement of cultivating immortals.

Some are just a calm heart and a glimmer of anticipation for the future.

The Tao of the past thirty years is not cultivated in vain after all.

Besides, Jiang Yuan still understands that he needs to calm down whenever there is a big event.

Even if there is this golden finger, he can infinitely increase the probability of his success in cultivating immortals, but he doesn't want to rely on the golden finger alone.

Using the gold finger, you need luck, what if the luck is exhausted?

He will not restrict the use of gold fingers, after all, gold fingers are also one of his strengths.

But Jiang Yuan didn't want to become a waste person after leaving Goldfinger.

Lighting a condensing incense to make his mind calmer, the next moment, Jiang Yuan focused his attention on the pages of the following chapters of the Yellow Emperor's Neijing.

If nothing else, practicing qi and cultivating immortals will be in the present day.