Zhao Jian explained to the servants and the old gentleman beside him, and then hurried to the top floor.

"Miss!"

Seeing that he was happy, Zhao Hongxiang raised her eyebrows and asked, "But someone is back?"

Zhao Jian's expression sank when he heard this, shook his head, and said, "How can those people come back, Miss don't have to count on it anymore." ”

"And what are you?"

The corners of Zhao Jian's mouth raised, and his expression added a little joy, and said, "Miss, God bless me to pick up the Star Pavilion......"

As he spoke, he depicted how Qin Yu deduced the matter of divine speed.

Zhao Hongxiang frowned after hearing this, and said with a hesitant expression: "You mean, this person can deduce a Yanwen in less than half an hour?"

"Exactly!"

Zhao Hongxiang still didn't believe it, and said, "Take me down to have a look!"

Zhao Jian saw that her expression was firm, and she knew that it was useless to block it, so she nodded. The two of them returned to the third floor one after the other. In the hall, Mr. Qi was taking the results of Qin Yu's deduction and carefully reading them, not noticing the arrival of the two at all.

The two of them walked through the hall to the side door. The door was not closed, and standing in the doorway was enough to see what was going on inside. I saw a young man with a straight face and soft facial features sitting behind one of the desks. The young man held a pen in one hand and a book in the other, and wrote a few words at a glance, with a relaxed demeanor and an indifferent demeanor. Those who don't know the truth only think that he is copying the classics.

A maid of about seventeen years old stood aside, grinding and looking at the table, not knowing whether she was looking at people or words. Another young man dressed as a subordinate propped his elbows on the table, holding his chin and watching the neat small characters appear in the young man's pen out of thin air, and his eyebrows were full of surprise and envy.

In front of the desk was a wooden box with more than forty top-grade spirit beads in it. The whole room was silent, except for the rustle of the brush in the young man's hand across the paper.

"Palace Master!"

The old gentleman had come behind him at some point and called out quietly. Zhao Hongxiang's heart trembled, and then she realized that she was unconsciously fascinated. She glanced at Zhao Jian, and saw that he had just come back to his senses like herself, and the blush on her cheeks slowly receded.

"Mr. Qi, is there something wrong?"

The old gentleman sighed faintly and said, "Congratulations to the palace master, the danger of the Star Picking Pavilion has been resolved!"

Zhao Hongxiang raised her eyebrows, then glanced at Qin Yu, who was still deducing, and said, "Mr. Qi, talk here." ”

After speaking, the three of them walked to the side window.

The old gentleman unfolded the white paper full of small characters and whispered, "Palace master, please see!"

Zhao Hongxiang looked at those small words when she heard this, and found that they were all ordinary words, and there was no difference.

"Palace Master, try your divine sense!"

"Divine sense?"

Zhao Hong's brows were lightly condensed, and she had already thought of something. She tried to put her sense between the words, and found that the words were slowly flowing and changing like words. The process of changing the text is very short, and the result is exactly the same as the original text, so it seems as if there is no change.

"What is this?"

The old gentleman sighed faintly and said, "Transform and remain unchanged, and the text is true." ”

"It's the true meaning of Yanwen......"

Zhao Hongxiang pondered for a moment and said in a low voice, "Are you sure Mr. Qi?"

The old gentleman nodded with a serious expression, "The old man has been cultivating Yanwen for many years, and he will definitely not be mistaken!"

"But he ......"

Before Zhao Hong's words fell, the old gentleman waved his hand and said with a lonely expression: "The palace master doesn't have to doubt it. Monks cultivate mysteries, eight points of chance and two points of talent. And our practice of Yanwen is nine points of talent and one point of opportunity. If you have enough talent, even if your cultivation time is short, you can understand the true meaning. And people like me who are not gifted enough, even if they spend their whole lives, are just wandering outside the door. ”

Zhao Hongxiang frowned slightly, and she already had a plan in her heart. I saw her arch her hand and said to Mr. Naqi: "I hope Mr. will not make a noise about this matter." ”

Seeing this, Zhao Jian on the side interjected: "Palace master, this deduction result still needs to find someone to copy it again." ”

Zhao Hongxiang nodded and said, "For the sake of properness, I will copy it." ”

At this time, Qin Yu was already immersed in the deduction of Yanwen and couldn't extricate himself, and he was unaware of everything in the outside world. Gradually, he felt that his consciousness was getting heavier and heavier, as if he had entered another extremely ethereal state. This kind of ethereal feeling is very similar to the ethereal feeling when spitting in, but it is completely different, one pays attention to extreme movement, and the other seeks extreme quiet.

His consciousness grew heavier and heavier, and he began to fall continuously, and after passing through a dead and dark world, a round of black vortex that swirled automatically appeared in front of his eyes. The surface of the whirlpool had been torn open, and countless gray mist was flying in and out through the cracks.

"Dantian!"

A hint of enlightenment flashed in Qin Yu's heart. He flew forward, burrowing into the cracks of the vortex without hesitation. Within the whirlpool, the gray True Yuan was like a clear spring suspended in the void, and half of the Hongmeng Dao Seed was soaked in it. Countless Hongmeng Dao patterns were attached to the surface of the Dao species, floating around like tentacles.

As soon as Qin Yu's mind moved, countless Dao patterns detached from the surface of the Dao Species, turning into wisps of Hongmeng True Intent and merging into his divine consciousness. At the same time, countless mysterious and mysterious wonderful insights also rippled in his heart.

Qin Yu's heart moved, and he suddenly broke free from the ethereal. He looked around blankly, only to remember that he was deducing Yanwen. Outside the window, the night was already very dark. He glanced around and found that there were more than one hundred and forty top-grade spirit beads in the wooden box.

Qin Yu smiled with satisfaction, put the paperweight on the white paper, and said loudly: "That's it for today!"

As he spoke, he took out twenty spirit beads from the wooden box, and ten for each person and stuffed them into the hands of the maid and the young man. The two excused themselves, but in the end they couldn't resist Qin Yu and accepted the spirit bead. The boy bowed, and then ran downstairs in high spirits.

The maid gritted her teeth and whispered, "Slave Li Qing, I wonder if Mr. will have someone to serve him tomorrow?"

After she finished speaking, she secretly glanced at Qin Yu, but saw that he was also looking at her, and couldn't help but blush.

Qin Yu knew what she was thinking, smiled, and said, "The girl is willing, and she will come back tomorrow." ”

After saying that, he picked up the wooden box and left the side compartment. It wasn't until the footsteps were far away that the shame on Li Qing's face slowly receded. I saw her stomp her feet and complained: "This person's eyes can see through people." ”

The young Zhao Xiaoli walked out of the side compartment, put the ten best spirit beads into his arms, and couldn't wait to go downstairs and go straight to the kitchen in the backyard. At this time, it was getting late, there was no one in the courtyard of the kitchen, and Old Man Chu was resting on a chair. Chu Ye'er sat cross-legged on the manhole cover and practiced Tuna's kung fu.

"Ye'er... Ye'er..."

Chu Ye'er opened a gap in her eyelids, secretly glanced at her grandfather, and saw that he was still asleep, so she stuck out her tongue and slipped off the manhole cover. She ran to the gate of the courtyard and saw Zhao Xiaoli standing there with a happy face. At this moment, an old man's cough suddenly came from behind him.

"Let's go!"

Chu Ye'er grabbed the young man's palm and dragged him away from the distance, giggling as she ran.

"Alas, the woman is not staying!"

Old man Chu was sighing with emotion, when he suddenly saw a gray-shirted young man holding two huge porcelain bowls in one hand and chopsticks in the other, striding out of the door into the courtyard.