Steward Liu and his wife hired a few strong men yesterday afternoon, carrying wooden boxes containing silver taels, and followed the rest of the people to Daylight City.

In a short period of time, only Cang Bo and Qin Mu were left in this courtyard.

The next day, before dawn, Cang Bo dragged Qin Mu out of the quilt and hurriedly helped him put on the official uniform of the secretary of the Demon Town Division.

Compared with the official uniforms of the inspectors and school captains, there is no armor or anything like that in the official uniforms of the clerks, but an ink-colored caftan in the style of a Taoist robe, with some fairy bird patterns embroidered on the cuffs, a yellow coat, and a cloud gauze hat.

When Qin Mu dressed all this, Cang Bo hurriedly pinned the jade pendant of the Demon Suppression Division to his waist.

Seeing Qin Mu walking towards the yamen of the Demon Division, Cang Bo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Because he was worried that Qin Mu would be late today, he thought about it all night and didn't sleep well all night.

As Qin Mu's figure gradually disappeared from his sight, Cang Bo smiled with satisfaction.

"If the owner and his wife are still alive, how good it would be to see the young owner at this time!"

After a few mutters, he hammered his old waist, which had stiffened from standing for a long time, turned back into the room, and began to tidy up the room.

When he folded the quilt and was about to continue sorting out the bookcase, he found that Qin Mu had written those poems for several hours.

On a pile of white paper, although there is a paperweight pressing, four sentences are still revealed.

"Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations."

As the shopkeeper of the bookstore, Cang Bo is not only literate, but also has a good level of appreciation.

Therefore, when he recited these four sentences softly, his eyes couldn't help but light up.

"How can the owner have such talent?"

With a soft exclamation, he carefully removed the paperweight and looked at the rest of the verses.

When he first saw it, he only felt that Qin Mu's talent was simply terrifying, and just by reciting it in a low voice, he could feel his heart beating more and more.

But as more and more poems were recited softly, Cang Bo's heart was only left with doubts.

They are almost the ones he grew up watching, and he knows best how much ink is in the other party's stomach.

Although the poems written in the past are almost unsightly, I can occasionally write one or two lines that are eye-catching.

The verses in yesterday's novel certainly made him stunned, but what he thought in his heart was that the owner would also have an enlightened day.

But when he saw this poem that was enough to cause a shock in the literary world, he was shocked, and immediately had doubts in his heart.

It's not just one or two, it's hundreds, and each of them has been passed down through the ages.

Finally, he saw the paragraph that Qin Mu wrote at the beginning.

"When you fall asleep, you can see the great sage and the most holy, and record his literature here."

After reading this passage, Cang Bo dissipated the horror on his face, touched his beating heart, and slowly let out a sigh.

If it was said that these poems were written by Qin Mu, he would not believe it first.

But if he saw the ancient sages in a dream and listened to his lectures and poems, he felt that it was taken for granted, and he was even a little proud of it.

"The owner is a person with a fairy fate~"

He sighed softly, put the papers scattered on the desk neatly, took out a rag and wiped the table, cleaned the room again, and walked out with his old waist hammered.

At this time, Qin Mu was looking around blankly.

After he came to the yamen of the Demon Town Division early in the morning, Qi Shayu, who had a cold face, arranged him here, and didn't tell him what to do, so he left without paying attention.

It was an empty room, about thirty square meters, and the whole room had only a low table and a mat.

There is a pen and inkstone on the desk.

Nothing else.

The room doesn't even have windows, and it relies on candlelight to light it during the day.

At first, Qin Mu thought that the other party was busy with official business, and he forgot for a while.

As a result, he sat all morning until the noon break, and did not see the other party coming.

He wanted to go to He Longxing Baihu, who recruited him, to ask, but he couldn't even enter the lobby, so he was stopped by two captains.

As for Qi Shayu, there was no other party in this huge yamen.

In desperation, Qin Mu had no choice but to continue the great work that had not been completed last night.

During the process of copying the poem, the sound of the Ruyi Golden Hoop Rod upgrade sounded twice in the ears, reaching level 65.

At this time, the time had come to dusk, and the sound of the gong sounded in the yamen.

In the sound of bells and gongs, Qin Mu carried more than 50 poems written this afternoon in his arms, listened to the chatter and laughter of the inspectors and captains beside him, and returned home.

Cang Bo had already made dinner, and while eating, he suddenly talked about something.

"By the way, the owner, a big event happened today!"

"Every year, the Ethereal Sect that comes to our city to hold that ceremony, the entire sect is taken away by the people of the Demon Suppression Division, and their deputy sect master has been shouting something 'Deacon Zhang bears me', 'Deacon Zhang bears me'."

When Qin Mu heard this, his complexion suddenly changed, and his voice was unconsciously amplified.

"The Ethereal Sect was taken away by the people of the Demon Suppression Division?"

Cang Bo nodded slightly, not understanding why Qin Mu had such a big reaction.

Seeing Cang Bo nodding, Qin Mu suddenly lost his appetite, and his mind was full of one thing.

The Ethereal Sect was taken away, so what about the level of the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick?

You know, the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick is only level 65 now.

Just as he thought of this, a prompt suddenly sounded in his ears.

"When your Wishful Golden Hoop Rod reaches level 66, you will receive +1 feedback on the Metallic Spirit Root, and you can choose who to give feedback to."

After hearing this prompt sound, Qin Mu suddenly looked stunned, remembering that before the Sanya Gong sounded, the upgraded prompt sound had already appeared twice in his mind.

For a moment, a thought popped into his mind.

"Could it be...... It wasn't the Ethereal Sect that got the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick, but someone? ”

As soon as he thought of this, his face suddenly became strange.

"If that's the case, how did that person find the resources that could raise the Ruyi Golden Hoop Rod to level 66 in just three days?"

"There's even an ore like heptanium, which can gain +5 experience at a time!"

At the same time, in the depths of the South China Sea.

Zhang Qianren used his divine sense to sense the cold iron vein buried under the silt, and when he quickly approached this vein, his face was already showing an excited smile.

"The old man is really lucky!"

"First there is the East China Sea iron mine, and then there is the Gengjin mine given by Fu Qingfeng!"

"Now the cold iron vein has been discovered!"

"With the scale of this vein, at least it can increase dozens of spiritual roots for the old man!"

"Hahaha!"

After laughing, Zhang Qianren slammed into the mud with an oval air shield on his head.

It was only three or five meters deep that he came to the cold iron vein that his divine sense perceived.