"Mr. Qiu, this is a gift from my princess, so that you can get the best of your experience."

When Song Nu saw Qiu Yan, he walked over, followed by a man holding a tray. The tray was lined with pens, ink, paper and inkstones. The pen holder was smooth and the inkstone relief was obvious. It was not an ordinary person at first glance.

Qiu Yan couldn't even look at it, and flipped his sleeves and walked around.

"Since Mr. Qiu doesn't want it, that's fine. But please keep my princess's intention in my heart. I know this test will not help you, but don't be careless, be careful of capsizing in the gutter." Song Nu said with a smile, not annoyed, as if he had become accustomed to it.

In fact, similar things have happened many times in the past two years.

Qiu Yan pushed open the gate of the courtyard, walked in, and then closed the door directly.

Seeing this, Song Nu shook his head.

"With some ability, I have a high opinion of myself. I really think the princess can fall in love with you? Not to mention others, the little prince of the swamp who recently visited the king is hundreds of times stronger than Qiu Yan. Even the king said that he has the hope of unifying the five swamps and becoming a hegemon. Compared with such a person, what is this poor scholar of Qiu Yan? Even if he is allowed to pass the scholar, he will not be able to make a fortune. You must know that the little prince of the swamps has been in the Imperial College in Darui Capital!"

With a sneer, Song Nu took the people away.

"The whole Qingchang, the undercurrent is surging..."

When he returned to his study, Qiu Yan sighed and looked at the ginseng slowly squirming on the desk. He shook his head.

"I also need to be prepared. I have to end the precipitation and manifest all the accumulation of two years. Unfortunately, if I give me a few more years and completely precipitate what I have learned, I will definitely gain more..."

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt aroused, and he looked surprised. He then took out a book from his arms, with the words "New World Experience" written on the cover.

This book is obtained from Yan Yongjie. Although Qiu Yan wanted to return it many times, he was rejected by Yan Yongjie. A year ago, Yan Yongjie said goodbye and left after seeing a letter from his hometown, and left. The book stayed here.

Turning the travel notes to the last page, the strange picture is presented.

There are springs, clouds, and hanging towers.

Compared with two years ago, this picture has almost no change. The only difference is that the wisps of people's wishes that are entangled on it have become more intense.

"This painting can absorb the wishes of the people, and it must have hidden a lot of secrets. In the past two years, I have been looking forward to it. I have received some wishes of the people every day. The book is on my body, and unknowingly, it has also gathered many wishes of the people. Just now, there has been an indescribable change..."

Putting his hand on the book, Qiu Yan could vaguely feel that there was a vague connection between the book and himself. This connection became increasingly clear as the people's wishes gathered on the picture.

"I don't know when and how many people's wishes will be accumulated, so that this connection can clearly emerge and what changes will occur."

After feeling it for a while, Qiu Yan turned his head and looked out the window. Seeing that it was getting late, he stopped thinking, took out a long sword wrapped in cloth from the corner of the study, and pushed the door out.

Two hours later, he came back, raised his hand and waved his hand, and the breath-sucking talisman with hidden power appeared out of thin air, and returned to his hand. Suddenly the scene in the yard was distorted, and a few more beasts were added!

These beasts were motionless and seemed to have no consciousness.

Qiu Yan took off the skin and cramps in a few seconds, picked up the flesh and blood with oil paper and lotus leaves, and put them in the kitchen. The remaining bloody skin, fur and bones piled up in the yard, and blood flowed all over the floor.

When Qiu Yan came out of the kitchen, he didn't stop. He raised his hand and a flame shot out, burning the scattered fur and bones.

It's strange that the skin and bones of a man were built up, and when the flames burned, they quickly shrank, like a leaking ball.

The flames spread, and even the blood flowing on the ground was shrouded in flames. During the breathing, a pile of fur and bones disappeared, and even the blood on the ground was gone.

Then the flames stopped, and when Qiu Yan waved his hand, a drop of scarlet and crystal blood flew over and was filled into a porcelain bottle by him.

"I have been eating more and more recently. If this continues, hunting may not be satisfied. This is also a manifestation of the gradually solidified life cultivation. If you want to make achievements in life cultivation, your nutrition must keep up."

After cleaning up a little, Qiu Yan picked up two bags of flesh and blood, pushed the door and left. He was going to go to the Liu family yard and wanted to have supper there.

Half an hour later, Qiu Yan came back.

When he arrived at home, he did not go to the main house, but turned around and entered the study room, sat on the chair, picked up the book and recited it softly. On the table, the originally soft ginseng immediately became energetic and trembled slightly when he heard the sound of reading.

Qiu Yan read until midnight, then put down the book, calculated the time, and calmed down and his soul jumped out from the top of his head.

As soon as the soul came out, the whole room was filled with shadows.

Compared with two years ago, Qiu Yan's soul has not changed much, and it is even more condensed. The person in the soul sits cross-legged inside, not moving like a mountain. However, the entire study room changes with the appearance of the soul. Phantoms appear on the rows of simple bookshelfs, and the books are stacked, like dreams!

These phantoms seemed to be implicated by Qiu Yan's soul. They wanted to gather together, but they were unable to escape from the constraints of the bookshelf and the booklets. They could only stay in the air for a while.

Qiu Yan ignored this, and his soul floated for a while, and the sound of reading came from outside the window.

Then, the ginseng on the table trembled continuously, and a phantom appeared. It grinned at Qiu Yan's soul with a white belly, making a "clog" sound.

What a fat baby.

Seeing this, the man in his soul shook his head: "Ginseng boy, cherish the moment before him. In two days, I will not hear the sound of reading."

As the thoughts turned, the ginseng doll was learned about it, and the latter suddenly felt sad.

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Three days later, outside Qingchang City, Dong Qiu and his group of people from the yamen went all the way to see him off. Judging from the situation, they wanted to send Ma Yang and others straight to Dongdu in one fell swoop.

After a hillside, Ma Yang waved his hand and said to Dong Qiu: "Okay, I've done my best, go back." Then, he ignored the awkward county magistrate and said a few words to Qiu Yan beside him.

"There are a few days left to live in my yard. I have already told the two wards that I will take care of the yard. After you finish the exam, I will let them leave." As he said that, Ma Yang suddenly mentioned something, "By the way, you don't have any words yet."

Qiu Yan nodded and said, "Yes, I'm twenty, but because of an accident, my father died and I couldn't get the word."

"Since that's the case, I'll give you a word. What do you think?"

Qiu Yan was stunned for a moment, and then said, "I can't ask for it."

After hearing this, Ma Yang nodded and said, "Confucianism says that being cautious about being alone, thinking deeply and taking it carefully is better to call it 'careful'."

"Shenzhi, Qiu Shenzhi..."

Qiu Yan chewed the word, tasted a little meaning from it, looked at Ma Yang, and then clasped his fists to thank him. Judging from Ma Yang's performance, this was by no means a casual move, and it had a deep meaning in it.

After thanking and finally saying goodbye, Qiu Yan felt a sudden life and a warning sign.

In the distance, at the end of the farewell team, there were several scholars in blue-shirted clothes. When they saw this scene, they all looked angry.

"Qiu Yan didn't even have a scholar's fame, why is he favored by the old prime minister? We are all scholars and we have never been allowed to enter many times. Qiu Yan went in and out at will every few days. What's the reason?" The person who spoke was a scholar in his twenties, with a handsome face and a little famous in the county town, and was named Zhang Jue.

"He relies on the favor of the prime minister, let's see how this Taoist test is." The person who said this was a shorter scholar named Liu Fu.

"No matter how good the flattery is, it will be useless if you don't have real skills!"

These scholars all had the status of scholars, but they couldn't see Qiu Yan. As they were talking, the few suddenly felt a chill in their hearts. They turned their heads and found that Qiu Yan, who had sent Ma Yang away, looked at this side. The few people immediately lowered their heads and stopped talking.

"I just started to make my heart beat, as if the book said it was on a whim. However, although these people had evil thoughts to me, they could not pose a threat. This..."

Qiu Yan withdrew his gaze and was thinking, his face suddenly changed.
Chapter completed!