Chapter 107: Blending with the World

Painting by Zhang Cheng.

Zhouyi practice calligraphy.

Only Chen Ying was scratching his head, losing his usual composure.

While copying the Taoist scriptures, I would approach Zhou Yi from time to time, wanting to ask but not knowing where to start.

Zhouyi's calligraphy has changed a lot compared to before. Zhang Ti is only a shadow, and each stroke is like a sword.

Yin Shen visualized the picture of Ten Thousand Swords returning to the clan, and all his insights were integrated into the handwriting through pen and ink.

Some people copy Zhou Yi's calligraphy and can subtly sharpen the Yinshen. Those with extraordinary talents can also understand some sword moves.

Nowadays, Zhou Yi has no shortage of money from selling calligraphy. It has become a habit to practice calligraphy and practice at the same time.

Calligraphy can calm the mind and purify the mind. Combining it with visualization can achieve twice the result with half the effort. Zhang Cheng also has this intention in his paintings.

Approaching the lower value.

Chen Ying finally couldn't help but asked: "Brother Zhou, what you did last night... was a little different from usual."

"Oh, what do I look like on a daily basis?"

With a smile on his face, Zhou Yi recorded another volume of Taoist scriptures and received a hundred taels of silver.

This kind of money does not involve cause and effect or human relationships, and is the most comfortable to use. It is a gift received by the condensed Yin God, and Zhouyi remembers and saves everything.

"On weekdays, you seem humble and gentle, but you feel far away."

Chen Ying thought for a while, opened the picture of the Immortal Riding a Bull and said, "It seems like he doesn't care about anything, just like the Immortal in this painting makes people feel ethereal."

Zhou Yi put down his pen with great interest: "What about last night?"

Chen Ying said: "The moment I flipped the table last night, I was so generous. I suddenly fell from the sky to the earth, and I resembled Brother Zhang."

"Bah! You kid is looking for a beating."

Zhang Cheng spat: "This is called harmony with the light and dust, and being at peace with the times. I originally planned to ask for a chance to give old Zhou some advice, but Luo Jing was too eye-catching and not a good thing. Who would have thought that he would realize it on his own."

Zhou Yi said with a smile: "I didn't think so much, it was just a coincidence. Du Si is my good friend, and Wang Shilang was in trouble with me, so I just happened to help him vent his anger."

While Du Si was visiting tea gardens in Longchuan, he sent two letters to Zhou Yi.

In the letter, he wrote that he was living a good life. Longchuan was quiet and free, without the noise and impetuousness of Luo Jing. He could read and understand the wisdom of the sages with peace of mind.

The tea garden is close to Longchuan Academy, one of the four university palaces. It has the convenience of taking care of spiritual tea, and has made friends with many great scholars and students.

He also asked Zhouyi if he needed spiritual tea. The palace tributes needed to be of high quality. In fact, the effectiveness of medium and low-grade spiritual tea was not much different.

Du Si is just an ordinary family with thousands of acres of land. He has access to books and martial arts, but the spiritual tea is too far away from him. Now he drinks it from morning to night in Longchuan.

Zhang Cheng snorted: "Old Zhang can't see through you more and more. As you get older, Hou Lang will die in Chunfeng Tower."

Chen Ying's face was tangled, as if he understood, but didn't comprehend anything.

Are all the experts talking so arrogantly?

Zhou Yi smiled slightly. He didn't have Zhang Cheng's state of mind, and he didn't pursue it deliberately.

Everyone will always be on guard against ascetic monks who have no desires and will give up even their desires in order to practice, which makes people feel uneasy. Someone like Zhang Cheng, who is the master of Chunfeng Tower, is reassuring and willing to make friends with him.

There are too many secrets in Zhouyi, and because the scriptures he copied over the past few years are so dazzling, they have attracted countless pairs of eyes from Luo Jing.

He is not afraid of any trouble, but he is unwilling to get into trouble.

Smashing the Qunfang Pavilion, you can accomplish many things with one fell swoop.

There will also be far fewer young women around Zhou Yi's house, and they haven't opened the door in almost a month.

"I don't understand...Brother Zhou, is he going to Chunfeng Tower at night?"

Chen Ying didn't have to deliberately learn it. Under Zhang Cheng's leadership, he quickly degenerated into a libertine in people's eyes.

It is said that Chen's father and Chen's mother came to discuss with Mr. Chen. They agreed that the position would be free and would be guided by an expert. How could an uncle cheat his nephew like this?

"Someone will come to the door tonight. Tomorrow..."

Zhou Yi's voice changed: "Go, why not go."

…

Qingfeng Xiaozhu.

Chen Liang was waiting at the door. His white soap clothes had been replaced by blue-gray.

Cui Fuyin heard that Zhou Yi was concerned about Chen Liang's past and encouraged him to make progress. There happened to be a vacancy in the number of officials in the capital.

In one day, he was transferred from a white servant to an established official, and within a few days he would receive his full salary.

Chen Liang waited outside the courtyard gate from the afternoon until the sun set and the moon reached its peak.

Respectfully and without any impatience.

Zhou Yi left Chunfeng Tower and Teng Yun returned home. When he saw the figure outside the door, he shook his head slightly.

When the clouds fall, the courtyard door opens automatically.

"come in."

Chen Liang's face lit up when he heard the voice. His legs that had been stiff for a long time went numb and he almost fell to the ground.

Entering the yard, the first thing you see is the lush peach trees and the burly ox lying under the trees.

"Mr. Zhou, Master Cui ordered me to bring you the beast tag."

There are two beast tags, palm-sized tokens, with restrictions on collecting aura engraved on them.

One is worn on the spirit beast, and the other is placed in the capital office.

Mao Jiu jumped down from the peach tree and said happily: "Give it to me quickly."

When Chen Liang heard the cat talking, his hand trembled and the animal sign fell to the ground, and he picked it up in a panic.

"Mr. Zhou, is this a cat...demon?"

"Hmph! Coward!"

When Mao Jiu saw someone who was more timid than him, he immediately beamed and pressed his paw on the beast tag.

The two beast tags left behind the aura of Cat Nine. If they were accidentally captured by the Demon Slayer Division, they could be compared and identified by the people in the capital.

Mao Jiu held the beast tag in his mouth: "Immortal, put it on me quickly."

Zhou Yi took out a hemp rope, passed it through the animal sign, and wrapped it around Mao Jiu's neck.

"Chief Immortal... No, you are my master now."

Mao Jiu jumped onto Zhou Yi's shoulder and said proudly: "My mother said that if I recognize my master, the master will teach me Taoism, feed me elixirs, give me magic weapons, and protect my practice..."

"Then I'd better return the beast card..."

Before Zhou Yi finished speaking, Mao Jiu jumped onto the fairy peach tree and swallowed the beast card directly into his stomach to keep it.

The card is there, the cat is there, the card is gone... the cat is still there!

Chen Liang was stunned. Everything that happened in front of him broke his cognition. The shining peach tree, the talking cat demon, she can also fly...

Zhou Yi waved and sent him away: "If you have nothing else, go back."

"Yes. I was assigned to Deshengfang. If you have something to do in the future, just tell me directly."

Chen Liang understood the principle of overdoing it, bowed and left, closing the courtyard door.

Zhou Yi's fingers tapped the table unconsciously, and his thoughts flew.

Suddenly.

A crystal snowflake fell on his fingertips.

A moment later, snowflakes fluttered, and the ground in the courtyard soon turned white.

On the winter night of the fifty-fourth year of Jingtai, Luojing snowed heavily.

The next morning.

Zhou Yi opened the gate of the courtyard. The snow in the alley had been cleaned.

When he arrived at the street, he saw the policeman directing the errand boys to shovel the snow.

Many nobles lived in Deshengfang, and the public security became stable, but there were also several layers of exploitation.

The nobles should practice in peace, and the people should not make noise or set up stalls early in the morning.

The nobles should be clean and tidy, and the cost of hiring errand boys should only be collected from the people.

The people who were originally happy that the nobles came and the house prices rose tried their best to sell their houses and move to other poor markets.

Zhou Yi was about to walk to the Demon Slaying Division. He saw a woman in palace clothes from a distance, with a maid carrying a bamboo basket, slowly walking towards this side.

He shook his head helplessly and sighed, and disappeared into the sky on a cloud.

"Maybe I should live in another place, immortal mortal..."

Qingfeng Xiaozhu was the first house that Zhou Yi earned with hard work by writing books and selling medicine, and he felt a little reluctant.