The child who came out of breath was none other than a boy named Qu Li of Mr. Sick Mei, and he also had a boy named Qu Ming.

Go to Li Tongzi shouted, there was an accident in the Khan Qinglou, scared Mr. Mei's blood pressure soared, and his heart was pounding, since Emperor Wenchang handed over the Khan Qinglou to him to take care of, there has never been an accident, who knows that strange things have happened recently, first the little unicorn stole the talent fight, and Mr. Mei was so scared that Mr. Mei hurriedly agreed to the other party's conditions, and now the Khan Qinglou has an accident again. It was as if two hands were rubbing back and forth in his heart.

The two of them hurriedly rushed to Fusheng Lane in Yizhou City. As I walked, I asked, what happened to Khan Qinglou? When I was leaving, I didn't tell you brothers and sisters not to be greedy for fun, to take good care of the false name ladder, and not to allow anyone to approach. Always take my words as the wind in your ears, how can you be sloppy on the path of cultivation. I can't bear this small test of looking at the building.

Yes, Master, you are right. The boy has changed slightly from the initial state of nervousness and ignorance, just because he finally met the master.

What the hell is going on, tell me quickly?

On the same day, the master rushed to the Chenghuang Temple, and my junior brother and I stayed by the virtual name ladder to watch the Khan Qinglou. The junior brother suddenly said, senior brother, my stomach hurts. After saying that, he covered his stomach with his hands and turned to leave, leaving and never coming back. Just after he left, I suddenly found that black smoke came out of the Yang Jisheng layer of the Ming Dynasty Khan Qinglou, and the master had instructed us that white was normal, and other colors were abnormal, and I hope that the master will go back to solve the specific matter.

The master and apprentice said as they trotted all the way back to Fusheng Alley.

Mr. Mei's house in Fusheng Lane looks no different from other people's courtyards from the outside. There are a few persimmon trees in the courtyard, and there are even persimmons hanging in late autumn, although they have been pecked by birds and turned shriveled and ugly. Mr. Sick Mei and the boy pushed open the black courtyard door and entered the house. The room suddenly opened up, and there was a cave, as if entering another world.

I saw twenty-four tall buildings towering, but instead of rising from the ground, they were floating in the air. Some high-rise buildings are tall and majestic, brilliant, some high-rise buildings are low and thin, obscure, some high-rise buildings are not very tall, but they give people a sense of plumpness and grace, and some high-rise buildings are very tall, but they give people a sense of skinny and rugged. Each tall building has a tall plaque to match. Some books have the history of the Khan Qinglou, some books have the Ming history of the Khan Qinglou, some books have the five generations of the Khan Qinglou, and so on. Next to the twenty-four Khan Qing Towers, there is even an unfinished high-rise building, but there is no plaque.

There is a hanging ladder under each tall building, which is what the boy called the "false name ladder". Each high-rise building represents a glorious historical record, tall or thin or graceful or skinny, but it matches the aura of the cultural fortune contained in that history book. As for why it is called Khan Qing Building, only because in ancient times it was written on the bamboo slips, first roasted the bamboo with fire to get wet, and then scraped off the bamboo green part, so as to facilitate writing and moth-proofing, called Khan Qing, so the later generations called the completion of the work Khan Qing, and later also referred to the annals, Wen Tianxiang has a life since ancient times who did not die, leaving a good sentence of Dan heart according to Khan Qing.

Mr. Sick Mei looked up at the Ming Shi Khan Qinglou and suddenly saw the doorway. It turned out that on the floor of Yang Jisheng in the Ming Dynasty Khan Qinglou, the original Wenyun aura was a little less. This alone will rewrite Yang Jisheng's life, and the revision of Yang Jisheng's life will implicate the inheritance and writing of all the cultural and spiritual lights of the Ming generation, and will change history.

What should I do? Mr. Sick Mei sat on the ground in a gloomy manner, and his master, Emperor Wenchang, spent endless efforts to build twenty-four sweat green buildings, aiming to make the operation of Wenyun Lingguang orderly from now on, and there would be no possibility to change history. Since then, history has been repeated, and it is all under control. Only with the present can the past be controlled, and whoever changes the past changes the present.

The only way is to climb the empty ladder for the first time and enter the Khan Qing Building, which dynasty has increased the aura of Wenyun, and re-assigned to the Ming Shi Khan Qing Building with a talented man after cutting.

Thinking of this, Mr. Sick Mei looked at the Khan Qinglou one by one, layer by layer, and never looked more carefully, just as he had taken the first hand of the Khan Qing Building. Finally Mr. Sick Mei saw hope. It turns out that there is a big difference in the Yuan Shi Khan Qinglou, and the white side is normal, but there is a lush and rich red, which is in the Yuan Shi Guan Hanqing layer.

There is a way, as long as the Wenyun Lingguang of the Yuan History Guan Hanqing layer is recovered with Caizidou, it can be restored to normal after infiltrating the Yang Jisheng layer of the Ming History. Mr. Sick Mei relaxed a little, feeling that the tunic was already soaked, and his back was cold.

It's time to find out why.

Mr. Sick Mei called the trembling boy to the front and asked, "Is the boy gone and never returned?"

Precisely. The boy knelt down on his knees.

Is he the one who steals talents and fights, and is he the one who messes up the light?

I don't know about this, but there is one thing that we have hidden from Master.

Say it.

Master, do you remember the other day when you harvested the grass on the wall?

In the early morning of the winter solstice every year, don't you have to harvest the grass on the wall, so as to refine the "heart shaking pill" for the teacher.

Precisely. The grass on the wall grows on the high platform of the big temple in Gaomo Township, Yizhou, although it does not wither in winter, it is the most able to swing left and right, and it grows to three inches and two minutes to fit the half-heartedness of the people, and it is used to refine the master's heart shaking pills, even if the determination of the iron fight will shake. On that day, we met a three-headed unicorn on the high platform of the temple.

Is it a black unicorn, a red unicorn, or a white unicorn.

Precisely. They said that as long as we are willing to become immortals, we can follow the Qilin Emperor, which is much better than following the master. It is said that since we have been apprentices, it is nothing more than taking care of the sweat green building and harvesting the grass on the wall, and if we continue like this, there will be no future for a thousand years. As he spoke, he secretly looked at Mr. Sick Mei with his two eyes.

Master, I'm not impressed. As for whether the junior brother is tempted, I don't know. And the talent is stolen, it is the time to go to the famous junior brother to take care of it, could it be that the junior brother provided the opportunity for the little unicorn, is it that the junior brother stole the talent fight, and randomly divided the literary fortune and the light? I just guess, after all, the junior brother, after all.

The boy was about to continue, but Mr. Sick Mei had already nodded yes. There is no doubt that it must be a famous boy. Since the beginning, I have taught the way to become an immortal, and I have never hidden my selfishness, and I have treated you brothers equally. One day, he came to me alone and asked me if he wanted to learn more Taoism, and I said that cultivating immortals is the most gradual way. I don't want him to hold a grudge.

Yes, he also tried to question me many times, as if he was afraid that the master would teach me alone. Quli Tongzi raised his eyelids slightly, only to see Mr. Sick Mei's chest rise and fall, thinking that he had not calmed down yet.

Master, when you see my brother again, I will definitely teach him a hard lesson for you. No, no, he's not a junior brother. It's just that how to clean up the accident in Khan Qinglou now?

Someone will come tomorrow and take it automatically.

Who?

Wu Zhen.

He will help us, he has not returned our talent fight, they are so kind?

Just because I have what they want.