According to the records of the 5,000-year-old official history of China, there are only three people, namely Laozi, Confucius, and Wang Yangming. Five thousand years of China, three saints were born. And during the flood period, several saints popped up at once. Although it has lasted for a long time and accumulated thinly, it is easier after all, as long as there is sufficient aura between heaven and earth, then saints can definitely be born. However, morality, speech, and meritorious service all depend on personal opportunity and understanding.

Ye Xuan was also a little apprehensive in his heart at the moment, because he didn't know if he could be holy, because he had a faint feeling that if he wanted to get rid of it, then he would definitely not be able to avoid the level of sanctification, after all, there is still a sentence in the mythological story, if you don't become holy, you will end up in ashes. This phrase is like a spell that has been passed down to this day. However, how to make meritorious contributions to morality is another debatable issue. It is as if all problems have entered a dead loop, and the questions arise, but the answers are drowned in the dust of history, perhaps only the sanctified parties themselves know.

But suddenly Ye Xuan's inspiration flashed, maybe this visit to Nuwa's tomb can get some clues from it, even if there are no clues, if you can get the elixir that can break through the realm in it, it will be worth the trip. Thinking like this, Ye Xuan was even more eager to visit Nuwa's tomb.

At this moment, Ye Xuan, who was turning the river and the sea in his heart, felt that time had become very slow, the bright sky outside the door, and the sun hanging high in the sky, he felt that time was passing very slowly for the first time. This feeling of impatience also made him very uncomfortable. Finally, Ye Xuan continued to pick up the scroll in his hand and continued to gnaw on it little by little. Reading "Nanzhan Chronicle", as the story progressed, Ye Xuan also admired the author who wrote this book, the interlocking history, and the continuous analysis of the causes and consequences. There is also Juanxiu's writing, which makes readers have a sense of substitution, and it is also a pleasure to see the story from God's perspective. At the same time, he also admired very much in his heart what this strange person who wrote thousands of volumes of "Nanzhan Chronicle" looked like. However, Ye Xuan guessed. A sad thought also swelled up in my heart. The author of this book may have died long ago, because the bamboo slips he held in his hands were so old. In general, there are very few authors who write this kind of historical chronicle, after all, it takes a lot of energy to write a book, not to mention the usual reference to materials. Extremely time-consuming thing. So it's very likely that the author is an ordinary demon clan and then spends most of his life writing books.

Thinking that Ye Xuan was also a little numb, after all, a thousand rolls of heavy bamboo slips, how much perseverance and energy it would take. And there is no computer in this era, and a lot of words can come out by tapping the keyboard, and more often than not, the words are carved out with a knife in the bamboo slips, and then the words are highlighted with ink on it with a brush. In this way, it can be preserved for a long time and the handwriting is legible.

While thinking about it, Ye Xuan couldn't help but feel a little stupid when he looked at the "Nanzhan Chronicle" in his hand. After all, this heavy story, as well as that heavy effort, made Ye Xuan's hand a little unable to hold it.

The time to read the book is not slow, plus Ye Xuan is silent in the book, the time passes a little faster, and after the sheep demon left, no one came to the pawnshop, and the entire pawnshop has always seemed quiet and deserted. It made him feel like he was having a lively time that day.

After reading the book for a while, Ye Xuan also felt a little hungry in his stomach. Then put down the bamboo slip, Ye Xuan walked to Hu Xiaoer's side and said with a smile: "It's not too early, why don't you have a meal together?"

Hu Xiaoer also put down the book, got up and nodded and said, "Okay." Call Fourth Uncle Hu again. He also watched it all morning, and the most important thing is that as a boss, he has a lot of income, and there is nothing to bleed occasionally, and he just happens to pick up the wind and wash the dust for you. ”

Hearing this, Ye Xuan scratched his head and smiled: "Yes, but it's really a little embarrassing like this." ”

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, I'm thick-skinned, I've eaten all over the world, and Uncle Hu alone also needs humanistic care. Walking. Fox Xiaoer said lightly.

Ye Xuan nodded. didn't say much, after all, he was a newcomer, and he was a newcomer, but he was a bit like Lin Daiyu when he first entered Jiafu, paying attention to every step, always caring, unwilling to say a word easily, one more step, although this pawnshop was very small, he didn't want to show himself too much.

Seeing Ye Xuan nodding, Hu Xiaoer also walked towards the inner hall with a relaxed pace. Not long after, Fourth Uncle Hu and Hu Xiaoer also walked out of the inner hall one after the other.

Seeing Ye Xuan standing and waiting in the front hall, Uncle Hu smiled and said, "What's the matter? Do you have any ideas for this morning's work?"

Ye Xuan shook his head, "I just feel too idle, and the rest don't have any other ideas." ”

"Hahaha. Uncle Hu laughed and said: "Leisure is the norm, which means that there is no difficulty for the people around you, if the pawnshop starts to get busy." It's not a good thing. My fourth uncle Hu didn't open a pawnshop to make a lot of money. It's just to make some living money. Besides, I don't rely on this pawnshop to make money, and I'm happy to have a monthly deficit. But there are always some hooligan gamblers who are not angry, and they will come to me every month as a thing, hey, there is a loser in the family, and it is really possible to lose a good family. But it's fate. There is a self-creation between blessings and misfortunes. ”

The more Ye Xuan heard this, the more he felt that Fourth Uncle Hu was unfathomable, such a person who cares about the world is hidden in the market, he is really a master among the people.

Hu Xiaoer said at this time: "Okay, the fourth uncle will stop teaching by word and deed, and let's eat." Although we don't rely on pawnshops to make money, but this world needs our pawnshops for money, let's just eat and drink well, no matter what they do, you are kind, sometimes you give more money to others, people will not be grateful to you, they will only think that their own things are valuable. Maybe they will scold you behind your back. ”

Fourth Uncle Hu shook his head: "You, just get into the eyes of money." There are a lot of suffering people in the world, don't think that people are as bad as you. ”

Fox Xiaoer smiled: "Haha, there are many people with bad stomachs, and white-eyed wolves are everywhere." Shouldn't we be a little more cautious and cautious when walking outside? Are there still few examples of harming people in the history books? How many innocent people have suffered unjustified disasters. ”

"Okay, let's eat without telling you this, just to pick up the wind and wash the dust for Ye Xuan, we will have another guy in the pawnshop in the future, and I guess we will be more handy in doing things in the future." Fourth Uncle Hu smiled.

After speaking, the group left the pawnshop, and after Hu Xiaoer locked the door of the pawnshop tightly, everyone chose a more formal restaurant on the street where the pawnshop was located and walked in.

(End of chapter)

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