From this day on, there is one more teenager in the Mengxue of Tanglin Academy, he has no shelf, eats and drinks together with ordinary hairy children, and is respected by everyone as a senior brother, but the only bad thing is that he doesn't like to play with everyone, every time everyone plays, he drops his bookbag there and reads hard, fortunately, the little fox is very smart, so that a group of children can't put it down.

The old master Liao received the money and also acted as the truth, every day to the old man to open a small stove, according to his aptitude, one day can teach Emperor Yao Ping the demon biography dozens of volumes, Xi Wenming is also really angry, the original in the mind, occasionally draw inferences from the question, the old master's story loophole to make up for the complete, so that the old man is also quite satisfied, just to introduce him as a confidant in life.

After more than ten days of hard work, dozens of volumes of Emperor Yao's Ping Demon Biography were taught late, Ji Wenming and the children looked at Old Man Liao with blank eyes, waiting for the following, Old Man Liao stammered his lips and said, "This ...... That one...... I haven't had time to write out the rest of the content, so why don't I teach it, and you can help me engrave it, okay?"

He has long suffered from the hard work of carving words on bamboo slips, and his fingers have worn out hard calluses, which is really insulting, so he will take the opportunity to find a laborer.

Ji Wenming helped him carve for a day, and he also became familiar with the words, and suddenly asked: "Teacher, why do you have to work hard to engrave words? Wouldn't it be better if we used colored things to write the words on the bamboo slips?"

Old Master Liao shook his head and said: "Your method is very good, but no color can be preserved for a long time, such as blood stains, it will fade in about three months, and you will not be able to see the traces in two years!"

Ji Wenming looked at the bronze dwarf ding that he usually used for eating, and there were many thick ashes underneath because of the fire, and the dolls in Pingsuli played with each other, and they always liked to deduct a piece of grass and wood ash and smear it on each other's faces, which was very difficult to wash, and he had an idea and said, "What if you use those pot ashes?"

Old Master Liao frowned and pondered for a moment, then said, "Maybe it's feasible! Why don't we try it!"

After some attempts, the two made the first charcoal pen in the Great Wilderness World, and Xi Wenming and the old master turned out to be the ancestors of the invention world.

Solved the problem of the pen, the old master taught the course at a speed finally faster, and even prepared to write all the stories of Emperor Yao's Ping Demon Legend on the bamboo slips to pass on to future generations, and the learning progress of Xi Wenming also developed by leaps and bounds, not only knew a lot of words, but also most of the words can be written proficiently.

Half a month later, the progress of the old master's teaching was stuck again, he had really finished telling, emptied all the stories in his stomach, and said helplessly to Ji Wenming: "Wenming, I have already taught you the knowledge, I thought it would take two months, but I didn't expect it to take only ten days, and you also helped me solve the problem of writing, otherwise, you will take back half of these bundles?"

The old master took out the animal skin bag and put the white jade shell coin in front of him, reluctant to give up, but he had the noble demeanor of not taking ill-gotten gains. Ji Wenming smiled and refused: "Is the teacher laughing at me? I am already very satisfied to be taught by the teacher, and a little restraint should be a piece of my mind! It's just that I feel that my knowledge is already shallow, can the teacher recommend a place to study?"

Old man Liao saw that Xi Wen's fate was sincere, so he tied his pockets again, collected them, and said with a smile: "There are places to study, but that old guy only preaches, but he can't teach you to read! And that old thing is not greedy for money, you can't impress him with these shell coins! Maybe he will be kicked out of the door!"

Ji Wenming begged for advice: "Who is that old gentleman?

Liao Lao stretched out his hand and pointed to the deep mountains and said: "Hou Lao lives in the mountains and forests, and he is a little acquaintance. The knowledge is the best in the world, and there is Kunlun in the abdomen. The dragon does not see the tail, it is difficult to find the true deity, only hidden in this mountain, the veins are white and white!"

After being carefully taught by Liao Lao for a few days, Ji Wenming was already able to understand the words of these literate people, nodded and said: "Master take care, the disciple will go into the mountain to find that Hou Lao!

Liao Lao stretched out his hand and patted Xi Wenming's head and said with relief: "Go, go, the Great Wilderness is ours and yours, but it will be yours in the end! I don't ask you to come back to visit me, an old immortal, as long as you can pass on the teacher's ideals, I am already grateful!"

Liao Lao's ideals have long been pinned on the legend of Emperor Yao's Ping Demon, and Xi Wenming felt it deeply, so he nodded heavily and agreed to his expectations.

The children in the academy waved each other while crying, especially when they saw the little fox follow Xi Wenming away, several disciples even cried snot bubbles, not to mention how sad they were! Only Wu Zhiqi had no sense of existence, and there was no one who was sad for him.

Cuifeng Mountain stretches for thousands of miles, the mountains are steep and winding, one side of the mountain range protrudes into the sea, and the other side is like a giant dragon directly into the wilderness, according to the guidance of Old Master Liao, Xi Wenming trekked among the mountains for several days, climbing more than ten mountains every day, but he has never seen the trace of the so-called high-ranking hermit Hou Lao, Wu Zhiqi couldn't help but retreat, and persuaded: "Wenming, we can't waste time on the road, there are still many knowledgeable people in the East Spirit Domain, why don't we go to another door?"

Ji Wenming said stubbornly: "When we came, we listened, Old Master Liao is an old minister of Emperor Yao, his knowledge and skills surpass the others, and the person who can be recommended by him must be more remarkable, how can we retreat to the second? ”

Having said that, in the next few days, the three of them traveled thousands of miles, and even killed hundreds of demon beasts, but they still did not find any trace of the master surnamed Hou. On this day, Ji Wenming set off again, came to a high mountain, only to see that the peak of the mountain is like a knife, extremely steep, halfway up the mountainside is covered with clouds and mist, and it is almost difficult to see the top of the peak. The incarnation of the Heavenly Turtle in the Sea of Destiny suddenly shook, and it seemed to be a little inductive.

Fox Xinyue looked at those clouds and mist, and suddenly said: "Brother Wenming, these clouds and mist are quite aura, let's go up the mountain to visit, maybe that old guy is here!"

Ji Wenming smiled: "This cloud and mist is not the other cloud and mist, you don't want to be happy when you see the cloud and mist!"

Fox Xinyue said: "The benevolent man is happy with the water, the wise man is happy with the mountain, where the clouds and mist are, the mountains and rivers are intertwined! I just saw this mountain, the Heavenly Fox Jiuyan technique suddenly gave birth to an induction, the person we are looking for is in this mountain, if you don't believe it, let's bet!"

Wu Zhiqi said in disbelief: "Xinyue, when did you learn to pretend to be a god and play a ghost! This mountain is very dangerous, not to mention people, even monkeys can't climb it, how can anyone live in seclusion? Not to mention that this place is far away from the world, and you can't eat or drink here without eating or drinking!"

Ji Wenming smiled: "Okay, since that's the case, let's make a bet for the three of us!"

Wu Zhiqi said: "What are you gambling on?"

Ji Wenming said, "Let's bet on whether that old man is living in seclusion on this mountain!

Wu Zhiqi said: "Then I bet he won't be here!"

Fox Xinyue said disdainfully: "I bet, I'm eighty percent sure that he is here!"