When Wu Minggao knew Yi Shuyuan's intention and saw him hand over the paper, he couldn't help but look happy.

Wu Minggao stood up from his seat excitedly, taking the Qingyuan paper and putting it on the table for a closer look.

Compared with the words on the previous small paper, this one is in the standard style of calligraphy and painting, and it looks more grand.

"I heard what Mr. Wu said last time that Wu knew the shortcomings of ordinary people like us in calligraphy and painting. I want to frame this word well, hahahaha."

Wu Minggao saw the signature and seal and couldn't help but read it out.

"Written in Yuanjiang County in the ninth year of Chengxing by Yi Daozi."

Wu Minggao raised his head and looked at Yi Shuyuan.

"Is this Mr. Yi's number?"

"Exactly!"

Wu Minggao nodded. This is considered a normal habit of some literati. Moreover, after adding the signature, he felt that the words were more natural and made people never tire of it.

"By the way, Mr. Wu, Yi is not only here to deliver words to you today, but also to report to you. The "Yuanjiang County Chronicle" has been completely compiled, and you can go and check it."

Wu Minggao, who was originally looking happy, was stunned for a moment, then looked at Yi Shuyuan's calm face.

As the chief bookkeeper, Wu Minggao knows the progress of compiling the county chronicle better than other people in the county government, and he has known for a long time that it is almost done.

The Yuanjiang County government office was too small to accommodate a giant Buddha like Mr. Yi. Even though Wu Minggao was reluctant to give up, he could not persuade Yi Shuyuan to continue to be a minor official.

"This day will come after all, but it's just so much earlier than expected!"

Wu Minggao sighed and said, as for verification, after reading it several times before, Yi Shuyuan's completed manuscript never had any mistakes.

"I will talk to the county magistrate."

"Thank you, sir!"

Yi Shuyuan saluted solemnly as a thank you to Wu Minggao for his care during this period.

——

The news that Yi Shuyuan was leaving quickly spread within the county government.

There were many people who were reluctant to let Yi Shuyuan leave, but none of the several county government officials, from the county magistrate Lin Xiu to the chief secretary Wu Minggao, expressed any intention of retaining him.

In the eyes of these officials, Yi Shuyuan is a great talent who will enter the officialdom sooner or later. It is impossible to leave him to be a minor official. All he needs to do is express enough attention and feelings.

On the contrary, many government officials tried to persuade Yi Shuyuan to stay.

After checking the compilation status of the county annals, Yi Shuyuan gradually became free, but he was only free from work, but not from work.

Just like when Yi Shuyuan resigned in his previous life, colleagues with good relationships even had a break-up meal.

I had a meal with several officials, and most of my words were blessings and wishes.

Yi Shuyuan does not frequently explain that he has no interest in officialdom. Anyway, he just accepts all blessings, accepts all good intentions, and is polite to officials.

Then Yi Shuyuan also had a meal with a familiar Yamen servant.

No matter who was toasting during the two meals, Yi Shuyuan refused to refuse anyone. Everyone's jaws dropped, only to find that Mr. Yi turned out to be a huge drinker.

——

On this day, Yi Shuyuan was sorting out his belongings in the library.

The pen holder is arranged, and each pen is cleaned and hung on the pen holder according to size.

Clean the inkstone, put it in a box together with the paperweight, gather the papers, return the books to their places, and also take care of the indoor hygiene.

Hui Mian grabbed a wet rag and jumped on each bookshelf to help wipe away the dust.

When Yi Shuyuan was cleaning the lampshade with a feather duster, he seemed to have discovered something. He looked towards the door and saw the old coach already standing there.

"Mr. Yi, I didn't go to the wine shop the day before yesterday. I found an opportunity to come over and say goodbye to you alone today."

The old coach walked into the library and still looked at Yi Shuyuan up and down.

The old instructor's feelings for Yi Shuyuan were very complicated. He really hoped that Yi Shuyuan would suddenly come to ask him about the secret book, and that Yi Shuyuan would suddenly learn martial arts.

But in his heart, the old coach knew that Yi Shuyuan could not practice martial arts, but he always felt sorry for this good material for martial arts training.

If Yi Shuyuan had been discovered ten years earlier, Yi Shuyuan might not have been able to become a blockbuster at the last martial arts conference.

"Oh, by the way, I heard that Mr. Yi can drink a thousand cups, but I found out too late. This is my home-brewed wine. It is very strong, but also mellow. It can be used to ward off the cold and replenish the body. It can be regarded as a parting gift."<

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The old coach took off a rope from his shoulder, and Yi Shuyuan discovered that there was a large gourd carried behind the old coach.

This gourd is obviously a container made by the old gourd. The lower part is much larger than the head, and there is still a piece of dead vine left in the stopper made of the gourd's mouth.

"This wine gourd is really interesting. Did you give it to me as well?"

Yi Shuyuan put down the feather duster and took the wine gourd with both hands. It was heavy and obviously full of wine.

With such a big gourd and such a good shape, it is not easy to make this wine pot.

"Hey, this wine gourd was used by me when I was traveling around the world. It has been for many years. It's okay, sir, if you don't mind it."

"Don't dislike it, don't dislike it!"

Yi Shuyuan used a little effort to pull out the stopper and smelled the wine inside. He felt that the wine was fragrant and he could also smell a little bit of medicinal herbs.

"As long as Mr. Yi likes it, I'll take my leave."

The old coach is leaving after delivering the wine.

"Coach Lu, stay!"

Yi Shuyuan called out to the old instructor. In the latter's doubtful eyes, he turned around and took out a book from a box on the bookshelf.

As soon as the old coach saw it, he knew that this was the book he gave him last time, and he immediately sighed in his heart. After all, he didn't want to practice.

Yi Shuyuan handed the book to the old instructor and said.

"This book is the hard work of Coach Lu. It would be too wasteful to keep it here with Yi. However, before the martial arts competition, a friend from another country came to visit and borrowed this book. Would the coach mind?"

"What's there to mind?"

The old instructor took the book, but Yi Shuyuan warned him again.

"My friend I met outside before returning to my hometown. Yi never knew that he knew martial arts. The last time we met, he said that his martial arts was acceptable, so he slightly changed the content in the book. I hope the instructor will not forget to read it.

."

"Change?"

The old coach was a little surprised.

Yi Shuyuan nodded.

"My friend said that the content of this book is indeed extraordinary, but the original content cannot be covered in depth, and long-term practice will lead to stubborn problems. Now it is only after the changes have been made that the hidden dangers can be eliminated."

Yi Shuyuan's words were meant for the old coach. He had been studying this secret book for decades, and his body had already been worn out too much.

If you slowly adjust according to the current correct method, you may be able to gradually take care of your body.

When the old coach heard this, he immediately opened the book and found that there was another piece of paper under the old drawing paper.

There are also some postures drawn on this piece of paper. The details of both the martial arts figures and the postures are more outstanding, the order is slightly different, and there are some formulas on the side to assist.

It is exactly the same as the one given to Duan Silie, with the same text and the same warning, but also missing the thirteenth shelf deduced by Yi Shuyuan.

These formulas alone have pointed directly to the essence of the entire book, refining and summarizing the content that the author of the book cannot express and even innovating, and the subsequent changes have turned decay into magic.

The old instructor has been studying this secret manual for decades. As soon as he thinks of the formula and then looks at these postures, he will immediately feel that they are extraordinary. The more you practice, the more so.

"This, this"

After so many years, have I been short-changing myself?

As the saying goes, a slight difference can make a thousand miles difference, so it can be said that this is no longer the same secret book.

"Sir, who is your friend's name? Who is a famous person in the world?"

"Hahahahahaha, what kind of celebrity? Just like Yi, he is just an idle soldier. His surname is Long, his name is flying, but his name is ostentatious."

After saying that, Yi Shuyuan picked up the feather duster in his hand and started dusting again.

The old instructor was at a loss for a while while holding on to the secret book.

Hui Mian, who was hiding at the bookshelf, was snickering. Long Feiyang was transformed into Mr. Long Feiyang. How interesting!

"Mr. Yi, this"

"Instructor Lu, Yi doesn't practice martial arts, so there's no use keeping this book. Just take it back."

The old instructor didn't know how he left the library. When he arrived at his residence, he carefully opened the book again.

In addition to the patterns and formulas, a line of words at the bottom is also more conspicuous.

"Consolidate the body, cultivate the body, and nourish the foundation. Don't show it to others easily, or it may be burned if you read it. If there are people who are talented and diligent, they can deduce the thirteenth form from practice."

The old coach murmured this sentence, and his heart was still in a daze. This was a bit ridiculous, but there was also an uncontrollable excitement in his heart.——

Yi Shuyuan left the county government very lightly, taking only some of his own belongings and not touching the original items in the library.
To be continued...