"Uncle He, hello. Song Changan shouted at He Zukang.

He Zukang nodded and looked at Qianyue.

"This morning, I went to Song's house to see Chang'an, and when I saw that he was alone, I discussed with Mao Bo to take him to his side to raise him. This child is eight years old, and he should have enrolled in school a long time ago, so he wanted to send him to the academy to study for a few years. ”

After hearing this, He Zukang immediately agreed.

But he had doubts about Qianyue's adoption of Song Chang'an, and he was a little worried, just like his grandfather.

Qianyue didn't care about this, she knew that this person didn't look as easy to deceive as he looked, and she didn't want to work harder.

After completing the admission procedures, she took Song Changan to buy pen, ink, paper, inkstone, clothes and ordinary supplies.

After the affairs were completed, the two returned home.

Dinner was cooked by Song Changan.

Under the starry sky, the two sat on the newly bought wooden chairs, and the empty courtyard suddenly became popular.

Qianyue drank hot tea, looked at Song Chang'an opposite, and said, "Chang'an, you have to be literate when you go to the academy tomorrow, and I will inspect your homework on weekdays." ”

"I'll study hard. ”

"Well, there are also the two masters of the academy now, one literate and one martial, if you hear them whispering during the day, you have to come back and tell me. ”

"Can you hear whispers?"

"Ahem, the conversation between them is called whispering. ”

"Oh~" Song Changan didn't seem to understand.

Qianyue knew that this matter was not in a hurry, and when Song Changan's studies were on the right track, she could go out for a stroll, and she couldn't sit still.

After the simple conversation, she sent Song Changan to sleep, and she sat cross-legged and cultivated again.

As always, no aura was felt.

She let out a long sigh and walked back into the house by the moonlight, falling into a deep sleep.

Unexpectedly, Song Changan was very smart and made great progress in his studies.

There was even a home visit from He Zukang, expressing great affirmation of his talent.

Qianyue entertained lukewarmly, but said in her heart, in such an isolated place, no matter how talented you are, can you still take the top prize?

However, if a child is smart, he is more suitable for being an agent.

Qianyue instructed him little by little, asking him to inquire about the movements of the two masters in the academy, and let him often go to the library to read books.

In the past two years, Song Changan was ten years old, and he lost his sick face with yellow muscles and thin muscles, revealing the tenderness of a young man.

On the day of Hugh, he looked at the woman sleeping under the vine with her eyes closed, sighed softly, took the cloak from the house, and put it on her.

When the woman heard the movement, her phoenix eyes opened, and then she laughed, "Xiao Chang'an, I'm not cold." ”

Song Changan looked old, "How many times have I said that Sister Ah should pay attention to her body, Sister Wang on the other side of the street died of illness." ”

He was talking about Wang Shuyun, whose injuries were insurmountable and fell a month ago.

Qian Yue patted his head and said with a smile, "How can she compare with me, my body is much stronger." ”

Song Changan knew that these four people were all from outside, and they should be the immortals that his father said, but they don't have mana now, so how much better are they than themselves.

Therefore, every time Qianyue went up to the mountain to hunt, he was scared.

But Sister A's temper is hard, and she is the best at disobeying yang and yin, so he had to bury this secret and worry in his heart and never declare it.

"Then be careful, too. He insisted on a sentence neither strong nor weak.

"Okay, I know. It's hard to take a break, do you want to go out and play?"

Song Changan shook his head, there is only an inch of land in Taoyuan, and it is boring to take a few more steps.

For Qianyue, he has read a lot of books in the past two years, and the more books he can read, the more curious he is about the outside world.

"Sister, what is the outside world like?"

Qian Yue saw the expectation flashing in his eyes, and said lightly, "It's no different, the mountains and rivers look the same, but they are not as quiet here." You, don't think so much about what you don't have, just study hard. ”

Of course, such remarks are not her intention, but Song Changan is different from her, she is destined to live here for the rest of her life, even if she knows the excitement outside, it is just in vain.

Song Changan lowered his head in disappointment, and said after a while, "Next month's Dragon Boat Festival, the academy will have a holiday." I want to go back to the countryside for a while, and if I don't tidy up the things my father left behind, they will rot out. ”

"It's okay, I'll go with you then. ”

Song Changan returned to the house, and Qianyue looked up at the sky, remembering what had happened in the past two years.

Luo Changqing tested He Zukang from time to time, but the other party's tone was very tight and he didn't reveal any news.

Song Changan read more than half of the books in the library pavilion, but he didn't find a single word.

Qianyue's eyes were gloomy, and she suspected that she was looking in the wrong direction.

But Mao Bo and He Zukang, the only ones who could speak, couldn't pry their mouths open at all, they were really sad.

The Dragon Boat Festival came as scheduled, and early in the morning, Qianyue took Song Changan out.

Ten-year-old Song Changan was more ashamed than when he was a child, he strongly refused Qianyue to carry him on his back, but unfortunately his arm couldn't twist his thigh, and finally he blushed on her back.

Since going to the town, this is the first time Song Changan has returned to the village, and the people in the village have praised Qianyue for his kindness when they saw that he was doing well.

Opening the dilapidated courtyard door, the two entered the house.

Because no one has taken care of it for too long, a thick layer of dust has accumulated inside and outside the house.

Song Changan walked directly to Song's father's dormitory, took out a wooden box, took out the books inside, spread them out one by one, and exposed them to the sun.

Qianyue raised her eyebrows, "Is your father literate?"

"Well, my father was a storyteller when he was alive. ”

"Then why don't you know how to read?"

Song Changan was in a low mood, "Before I entered the academy, I also knew a few words, but my father has always been in poor health, and if he can barely get up, he will also go out to tell books and make money, so he doesn't have the heart to teach me." ”

Qianyue nodded, there were more than a dozen books in this box, she walked over and looked at it, "What is this?"

Two years ago, Song Changan only knew a few words, so naturally he didn't know, "My father said that it was his manuscript." ”

Qian Yue smiled, this Song Father is quite talented.

But when she opened the first book, she couldn't laugh.

This book actually records the story of visitors from outside the world, perhaps because it has been too long, and many of the handwriting has been yellowed and not very obvious.

But this is the first clue about monks she found after she came to Taoyuan!

She held the books excitedly and asked in a lost voice, "Chang'an, did your father write these books, or where did he get them?"

Song Changan looked at her in surprise, and then said, "Most of them were written and handed down by our ancestors, and my father didn't write anything himself." ”

Qianyue wanted to cry excitedly, she asked Chang'an to look for two years in the academy, but she didn't expect the clue to be in Song's father's relics, it was really Jun who didn't know Jun in the near future!

She quickly flipped through the books and described them as focused, the stories described in the books were somewhat exaggerated, but she could also see some doorways.

These books are not thick, Qianyue sat on the bench and spent half a day reading them all.

Then she fell into a long silence, and suddenly seemed to think of something, "Chang'an, have you heard of immortals before?"

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