This is a shabby house with the smell of musty air.

The layout of the house is very simple-

A desk with a simple notation and a chair, surrounded by bookshelf.

The bookshelf looked quite rough, with booklets placed on it.

"Someone has come in this room, but the decoration has not changed at all."

Although the room was pitch black, Qiu Yan's life cultivation was a little successful. His flesh and blood were tight and his dark strength was born. His six consciousnesses were much more sensitive than before. Then when he entered the room, he found several footprints on the ground.

There was a layer of dust in the room, whether it was on the table, on the bookshelf, or on the ground, but there were several obvious footprints in the dust on the ground.

"Looking at this footprint, it should have been printed in the past few days. Maybe I heard the news from the Nanbian Village and thought the Qiu family was dead, so I came in. The man walked around the house and went out again. No wonder, the family was barely left, even if the mouse came in, he had to go out with tears in his eyes. Where could someone steal something?"

Thinking to himself, Qiu Yan's eyes swept across the bookshelf in the house again and sighed.

"Fortunately, this person did not have a lot of damage and had no idea to write a book. Otherwise, it would take a lot of effort to find it back and wasted time in vain."

This yard is the home of Qiu Yan’s previous life and his father. Except for a few books on the bookshelf in this room, the rest were copied by the father and son.

The Qiu family is poor and even ordinary books are hard to afford. In order to study, the Qiu family and his son borrowed books to copy them. Over time, they had these few bookshelfs slowly.

However, buying paper and ink is also a expense. For this reason, after his mother passed away, Qiu Yan's father Qiu Zonglin mortgaged several acres of his own land, and later he was taken away. If Qiu Zonglin had not been a scholar and could have gone to the government to collect meager money and grain every month, the Qiu family's father and son would have starved to death long ago.

Even so, it is inevitable that it will become a laughing stock and a counterexample when neighbors educate their children.

A while ago, Qiu Yandao failed the test and was taken to the Nanbian Village by his father. He wanted him to stay away from the world and study with peace of mind, so he took a lot of books from the study room.

"This study is the spiritual sustenance of the Qiu family, and it cannot be missed! Even if I have gradually integrated with this body, I still cannot change this. If I succeed in the imperial examination in the future and want to pass on poetry and books, the books in this room will be extraordinary in the sense. If a historian writes Qiu's words in the future, this room will be a matter of writing a lot of books."

Qiu Yan occupied this body and had to complete the three major causes and effects. Among them, the cause and effect of ambition was reflected in the imperial examination. Even if you cannot be a general and a prime minister, you must at least have a juren’s fame, otherwise the cause and effect will be difficult to complete. Once you have the identity of a juren, your identity in the county will be extraordinary. In the future, a separate page will be listed in the local chronicles to record Qiu Yan’s life.

At that time, when the Qiu family and his son were poor, they would not forget to copy books and study, they would not be regarded as a joke, but would be similar to the fact that they would be like digging a wall to borrow light and hanging a beam and thorning their thighs. They might be able to pass on forever.

The difference between learning and learning without learning is so big that ordinary people can't imagine.

"In this world, we still have to look at fame, performance, and achievements."

After sighing, Qiu Yan rolled up his sleeves and counted the bibliography.

The books in the Qiu family's study were not random visits, but classified according to classics, history, and collections of miscellaneous studies. Qiu Yan and his son were fond of books as if they were destined to copy them one by one. Therefore, although there were many books in the room, they remembered each one clearly.

Half an hour later, Qiu Yan finished counting and nodded, knowing that there was not a single book.

"I have to take some time to go to Zuoqu Village and bring back the books there. Moreover, my father in this body is also buried in the village. I am temporarily out of danger and can't leave it alone. The way of human relations is not a trivial matter. I have to be filial to this body."

Thinking of this, Qiu Yan retreated from the study and returned to the yard.

The yard is not big, overgrown with weeds, only three rooms, each of which is dilapidated. The three doors were originally locked, but now they have been smashed open.

"This thief really knows how to pick others." Qiu Yan shook his head, smiled bitterly, pushed open the door of the main hall and walked in.

The room was covered with dust, but he didn't care. He sat cross-legged and calmed down. He wanted to concentrate his mind and cultivate his soul. If he wanted to achieve something, he had to work hard and not slacken for a day.

The door was wide open, and the moonlight shone into the room and fell on Qiu Yan, calm and peaceful, and his heart gradually became immersed in a mysterious state.

At this time, the vague people were floating from the outside and gathered towards Qiu Yan.

"Hmm? Is this?"

Qiu Yan raised his eyebrows and did not open his eyes, but surprise appeared in his heart. He felt a trace of people's wishes entangled with his body, filled with emotions and wishes such as gratitude, fear, and expectation, and quickly penetrated inward, quickly approaching the living soul immersed in his body.

"This is the will of those victims and hungry people!"

The living soul is sensitive, and after being exposed to these wishes, it immediately distinguishes the origin.

"No wonder the wise men said, 'The people are the master of God, and the people are the gods before God'. I just took out a few pieces of bread and did insignificant things, which made the hungry people grateful and gave birth to their vows. Although it was meager, if there were a little more people and accumulated in the soul day by day, when the clone died and the soul left, they would be able to immediately accept the people's wishes and be named God! This god is raised by the people! Hum?"

Qiu Yanzheng sighed and took the opportunity to comprehend the divine way. Suddenly, his thoughts moved and discovered something bizarre. He saw that the people were willing to penetrate and gradually approached the black hole in the center of the soul, and then disappeared inside.

"What's going on? These people are willing to enter the black hole and are spread to the gods! They are absorbed by the core talisman!"

His shock was really extraordinary, but when his mood was confused, the mysterious artistic conception no longer existed, and his perception was shaken, and his sense of the people's wishes was interrupted.

However, Qiu Yan did not feel sorry for him and felt happy.

"I am confused today and it is not convenient to explore. Let it be natural first. After a few days, I will be ready and then find out!"

Thinking of this, he became silent again.

The next morning, Qiu Yan opened his eyes and stood up, and his whole spirit was refreshed.

"I didn't expect that the divine power could quickly heal the soul loss. In just one night, I almost replenish the loss of the soul. At most, in two days, the soul will be completely restored and I can try to open the scroll."

After sorting out his clothes, Qiu Yan walked out of the main hall, first fetched a bucket of water, took a scoop, turned around and entered the study room, took out the pen and ink paper from the bookshelf, mixed it with water, and finally picked up the pen and wrote it, and soon two pieces of paper were filled.

"That's all, you don't have to write it thoroughly, otherwise it's too much."

Putting down the pen, Qiu Yan raised his hand and wiped it on the paper. The green light flashed on his hand. The piece of paper had become yellow and worn, and the ink traces were dim, as if it had been left for decades.

His use of divine power can only achieve this, removing some materials from paper and ink, making it look old.

After doing all this, Qiu Yan added two pieces of paper into a book, put them back on the bookshelf, and then kept leaving his yard directly under his feet. He came back only after noon, and followed the carpenter and locksmith.

"I'm sorry for you."

After giving a few instructions, the craftsmen began to repair the courtyard door, room door, and door lock. The movement alarmed the neighbors around them. They walked out of the house one after another. When they saw Qiu Yan, they immediately started to talk in a low voice.

"Didn't it mean that the father and son of the Qiu family are dead? Why is this Xiao Qiu..."

"This nerd must have escaped."

"There is quite a stir, so I will definitely alarm Mr. Chen's house."

"Yes, then Mr. Chen was planning to take down this ownerless yard. Now the little nerd is back, and this wishful thinking will not be made."

"Will Mr. Chen be willing to do it? There is a good show now."

"What good show can there be? Just this nerd can beat the Chen family master? I'm afraid that in the end, he might even sell himself into a slave, and he will never turn over for generations!"

...

Although his voice was low, Qiu Yan's ears were sensitive and he could hear them one by one.

"Someone wants to seize the yard? Chen Qichang from the east of the city? I heard that this man likes to take advantage of the robbery. Since he has been thinking about it, he cannot tolerate it. He has to cut off this thought in advance, so that he can save the trouble in the future. Speaking of which, now that he has settled down, the matter of the Pan Mansion must be put on the agenda. Although the Pan Mansion is favored by the Dragon Court, he has now made a grudge with me. It is natural for me to take revenge. Even the gods cannot say much."

Qiu Yan was thinking, and a greeting suddenly came from behind.

"Brother Qiu, it's not easy to find your place." But Yan Yongjie came.

He was tall and big, and he was carrying a big knife. He looked fierce and burly. The neighbors around him were inevitably confused and soon dispersed.

"Brother Yan is here just right, come in with me."
Chapter completed!