Bai Yueguang lost his vest

The scale of Four Mile City is more than one level higher than that of Tianshui Town.

After entering, there is a flow of people coming and going, and the vendors and shops around are bustling.

Xie Xiaoyi took a glance and found a bookstore on the street.With a thought, he said to Wei Lingxiao, "You wait for me here."

Wei Lingxiao nodded.

Xie Xiaoyi walked through the crowd in two or three steps, and walked into the bookstore: "Boss—"

The owner of the bookstore has two mustaches and bright eyes. He looks like a shrewd person.He saw that Xie Xiaoyi was a big fat sheep, so he left the other guests behind and came up to him.

"Is there anything I need?"

In front of Xie Xiaoyi was a pile of bookcases, and what she saw were densely packed words, she felt a little dizzy for a while: "...Boss, buy books."

Xie Xiaoyi didn't look like a scholar. The bookstore owner was a little unsure what book he wanted, so he asked, "What book do you want to buy?"

Xie Xiaoyi rubbed her chin: "It's for the imperial examination."

Bookstore owner: "Four Books and Five Classics?"

Xie Xiaoyi accepted the boss's proposal: "Then let's read the Four Books and Five Classics."

The bookstore owner raised his hand and pointed: "That's over there."

Xie Xiaoyi turned her head and saw a thick stack of books stacked together: "... so many."

The owner of the bookstore chuckled: "Four Books and Five Classics, of course there are many. If you buy the whole set, I will give you a discount."

Xie Xiaoyi hesitated for a moment: "Is there any less?"

Bookstore owner: "Then, what are the real exam questions over the years?"

Xie Xiaoyi took a look, and there was another thick stack: "..."

Could it be that Ling Xiaojun can really take the imperial examination after reading these?

The bookstore owner was surprised: "What did you buy it for?"

Xie Xiaoyi looked left and right, and Zhuang Ruo casually mentioned: "Give it away, um... a scholar."

Before, he was outspoken and said that Wei Lingxiao could not pass the imperial examination. He thought it was a joke at first, but after thinking about it, Wei Lingxiao is not Ling Xiaojun now, but a scholar preparing for the imperial examination.

He said that, Wei Lingxiao must feel uncomfortable.

It is impossible to apologize.

Xie Xiaoyi thought about buying something for him to make up for it.

The owner of the bookstore understood, stroking his beard and saying, "Scholars must have four books and five classics in their homes. It's not good for you to buy a gift and give it a heavy gift. Why don't you buy some Four Treasures of the Study, and the Four Treasures of the Study in our shop are famous in Sili City."

Xie Xiaoyi thought about it and felt that what he said made sense: "Look."

The bookstore owner took Xie Xiaoyi to a corner of the bookstore.

There are all kinds of pens, inks, papers and inkstones here.

"This is the Langhao pen, the pinch of the tail of the Western Desert wolves. If you get together, you need at least twenty wolves to have such a pen."

"This is an incense raft, Miss Boudoir likes to use it."

"This……"

The bookstore owner gave some introductions, but Xie Xiaoyi couldn't catch anything.

Although the Shenxia Sect he belongs to is a down-and-out sect, but he has seen good things, these... are too ordinary.

The owner of the bookstore understood Xie Xiaoyi's expression, he lowered his voice, and said mysteriously: "I just got a treasure a few days ago, it's something from the fairy family..."

Xie Xiaoyi regained her spirits: "Oh? What is it?"

The owner of the bookstore is well versed in the reason why rare goods can be lived in, so he didn't take them out immediately, but talked about it: "This treasure is not easy to come by, I am willing to take it out because the customer is destined, otherwise it is going to be used as a family heirloom..."

He talked a lot of nonsense to fill up his sense of anticipation, and then took Xie Xiaoyi to the inner room.

The inner room is decorated in a very bookish style, with calligraphy and paintings everywhere, and a burner of incense is lit on the small table, and the aroma rises.

The bookstore owner took out an object from the cabinet and placed it on the table solemnly.

Xie Xiaoyi saw that it was an ink-colored brush washer, and beside it were dotted with miniature pavilions and pavilions carved from ink stones. The craftsmanship was exquisite.

Bookstore owner: "This is something from the fairy family, and it can raise a Mo girl."

Xie Xiaoyi watched carefully, and sure enough, she found a vague spiritual energy in the mountains and rivers.

Bookstore owner: "Although it is useless to immortals, it is of great benefit to mortal scholars. After washing with a brush, the articles and poems written can arouse the aura of heaven and earth."

Xie Xiaoyi thought about it, and felt that Ling Xiaojun might not be able to write any poems.

But this landscape brush wash looks unique, so it can be bought as a gift to Wei Lingxiao.

"How much?" Xie Xiaoyi asked.

The bookstore owner raised a finger.

Xie Xiaoyi boldly guessed and carefully verified: "100 taels?"

Bookstore owner: "..." He was silent for a moment, "1000 taels."

Xie Xiaoyi silently put down the brush.

excuse me.

Xie Xiaoyi: "Haha, how about I look at other things."

A trace of panic flashed across the face of the bookstore owner, and then he said with heartache: "Wait... Since you are destined for this book, I can offer you a discount."

Xie Xiaoyi: "How much discount?"

The bookstore owner raised another finger.

Xie Xiaoyi: "A discount?"

Bookstore owner: "...I mean it can be 100 taels cheaper."

Xie Xiaoyi hesitated.

The bookstore owner gritted his teeth: "It can't be any cheaper!"

Xie Xiaoyi did the math, 900 taels of silver is still acceptable, the big deal is to save a little in the future.

One-handed payment and one-handed delivery.

Xie Xiaoyi took the gift she just bought and walked out of the bookstore.

Wei Lingxiao still obediently stood where he was.

He is good-looking and has a very temperament, which is particularly eye-catching in the crowd.

Xie Xiaoyi walked over in two or three steps, her voice light and brisk: "Silly scholar!"

Wei Lingxiao turned his head, but before he could see clearly, something was stuffed in his hand.

Xie Xiaoyi: "For you!"

When Wei Lingxiao saw it, it was a delicate brush washer.

Xie Xiaoyi walked ahead, with her hands behind her back, and said lightly, "Aren't you going to prepare for the imperial examination? It's for you to practice calligraphy."

Wei Lingxiao said solemnly, "Thank you."

Xie Xiaoyi's eyes drifted a little, and she said awkwardly, "Hmph, you're welcome, practice your handwriting more, don't really fail the imperial examination in the future."

Hearing these words, Wei Lingxiao suddenly flashed a picture in front of his eyes.

It seems... I don't know how many years ago, someone said the same thing to him.It's just that the person's appearance was blurred and couldn't be seen clearly. He wanted to see clearly, but a tingling pain came from his temple.

Wei Lingxiao staggered.

Xie Xiaoyi sensed movement behind her: "What's wrong with you?"

Are you sick again?

The pain came and went quickly, and Wei Lingxiao quickly returned to normal: "It's nothing."

Xie Xiaoyi said "Oh": "Did you want to say something to me when you just entered the city?"

Wei Lingxiao put away his vague memories, and answered Xie Xiaoyi's question: "I want to see what you look like under the mask, is that okay?"

Xie Xiaoyi: "???"

He overreacted, pressed his mask, and said in a panic, "What do you want to do?"

Wei Lingxiao felt that Xie Xiaoyi seemed to have misunderstood, and tried his best to explain: "I think you are very familiar, I should know you, so I want to see... if I can remember anything."

Xie Xiaoyi: "..."

forget it.

What do you think of, what should you do if you stabbed me with a sword?

Wei Lingxiao: "So we really know each other?"

Xie Xiaoyi: No, no, I'm really too familiar.

Wei Lingxiao frowned slightly: "Can't you?"

He always felt that there was something important hidden under Xie Xiaoyi's mask.

Xie Xiaoyi's reaction was to distance herself from Wei Lingxiao.

There is a world of difference in cultivation between the two. If Wei Lingxiao forcibly takes off his mask, he will have no way to resist, so he can only dispel Wei Lingxiao's thoughts.

"Actually..." Xie Xiaoyi organized his words, "We do know each other, and we have a close relationship."

Wei Lingxiao: "Huh?"

Xie Xiaoyi: "I am your..."

Wei Lingxiao listened carefully, for fear of missing something crucial.

Xie Xiaoyi: "Great-granddaughter-in-law!"

Wei Lingxiao: "...?"

Xie Xiaoyi finished the whole sentence in one breath: "My short-lived husband is your great-great-grandson, and I am keeping filial piety for him now. We have different generations, so we should keep a distance, so don't think about my mask. Already!"

Wei Lingxiao seemed to be digesting the information in this passage.

Looks like it's a little hard to digest.

He didn't know whether to accept that he already had a great-great-grandson, or to be relieved that even the great-great-grandson had a wife.

Wei Lingxiao finally figured out the most crucial point: "...how did I become a great-grandson?"

His wife should be a man...

Xie Xiaoyi and Wei Lingxiao stared wide-eyed: "?"

How does he know this?

He was not born!

While the two were still arguing about their seniority, on the street behind them, the owner of the bookstore saw off the last customer and walked into a deeper dark room.

There was no one in the dark room, only a black curtain was hanging.

The bookstore owner bowed his head respectfully: "The things have been sent to Ling Xiaojun."

After a while, a hoarse laughter came from behind the black curtain: "Very good..."

The owner of the bookstore boldly said: "Master, wouldn't it be too slow to make such a roundabout calculation? If they don't happen to enter the bookstore, wouldn't everything be in vain?"

The hoarse voice snorted coldly: "What do you know? No matter how cautious you are in the battle of the Great Dao, you can't be too cautious. As for coincidences? There have never been coincidences in this world, and some of them are painstakingly planned."

"Ling Xiao-jun...a scholar..."

"Ah."

The author has something to say: take a walk with the behind-the-scenes boss!