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    "Yue Lao?" Luo Yuanqiu looked at it for a moment and said hesitantly: "I'm afraid it's a lot different. If I remember correctly, Yue Lao has a big beard."

    The scholar was stunned, touched his chin, thought for a while, and said, "It seems like something is missing." After saying that, he ducked into the bookshelf room. When he came out again, he had changed his outfit and was wearing a red divine robe.  , and also wore a fake beard.

    He sat at the table and asked quite contentedly: "How is it? Does it look like it now?"

    Luo Yuanqiu was already confused. He turned to look at Jing Lan and saw that she was still smiling. He pushed her with his hand and asked in a low voice: "Is there something wrong with this person's brain?"

    Jing Lan said, "People have been asking gods since ancient times, so it may not be true."

    Luo Yuanqiu was silent for a while, and looked at her with a complicated expression, thinking that he really couldn't tell that Jing Lan would believe this.

    The scholar pretended to be Yue Lao and sat there. He first read a libretto, then took out a lottery tube from somewhere and asked seriously: "Since you two are destined, why not draw a lottery."

    Jinglan nodded slightly, Luo Yuanqiu saw this and said, "you can do whatever you want."

    The scholar shook the bamboo stick with a smile, and a bamboo stick flew out and landed on the table. He picked it up, looked at it, and read: "The falling clouds and the solitary owl fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky." He wrinkled again.  He frowned and thought for a while, "This sign doesn't seem very good."

    Luo Yuanqiu wondered what kind of lottery this was, so he took advantage of the situation and said, "What's wrong with it?"

    The scholar shook his head and said: "Look at the setting clouds and the solitary owl, they are both solitary images. The solitary owl has a single shadow and cannot form a pair. It has been wailing for a long time and there is no one to respond. It is cold in late autumn and the sky is cold in the evening.  The scene is also a desolate scene. Looking at the signature, it seems that the signature is written under the branch."

    Luo Yuanqiu doesn¡¯t really care whether the signature is good or bad.  Seeing that the scholar's beard was crooked, she secretly smiled in her heart.  Ting accidentally caught a glimpse of Jing Lan's lips pursed slightly, as if she was a little displeased, so he comforted her and said, "The quality of the signature is just a comment, and it may not be true. Don't take it to heart."

    The scholar turned the bamboo stick over, and the words "Shang Shang Zhu" were clearly written on it.

    Scholar: ""

    Luo Yuanqiu had sharp eyes and saw it immediately, and immediately said: "Hey, it turned out to be signed."

    Jing Lan stood silently, wondering what he was thinking.

    The scholar was so shocked that he didn¡¯t notice that the fake beard had fallen off. He turned the signed one over in his hand and murmured after a moment: ¡°I shouldn¡¯t have been cheap when I bought it. If I had known better, I should have bought the more expensive one¡­¡±

    Then he threw away the lottery tube, took off his red robe, and returned to his original scholar appearance. He said expressionlessly: "Okay, if you have anything to do, just ask."

    The surroundings suddenly darkened, and the candle on the table where the scholar was sitting suddenly lit up, igniting a wisp of faint blue firelight, illuminating the shadows around him, as if falling into the netherworld.

    Jinglan played with a piece of red string at will and said, "They say fate is determined by fate, can't people change it?"

    The scholar might as well have asked her such a question. He looked slightly surprised, but still replied: "Things are human-made, caused by emotions, and arise from predestined laws. As the saying goes, the living can die, and the dead can live. Life cannot be with death, and death cannot be  Those who are resurrected are not the result of love."

    Luo Yuanqiu sounded confused and confused when Jing Lan suddenly pressed her shoulder and said, "Ask me." After that, he turned around and left.

    Luo Yuanqiu called her several times, and was very puzzled. The scholar said: "There is no need to call, she is already outside the door, and she can't hear anything at the moment."

    Luo Yuanqiu asked tentatively: "You can ask me anything?"

    The scholar said: "Of course, but I'd better just focus on the important questions to avoid wasting time."

    A writing brush moved over in the air, and the little paperweight beast took a piece of rice paper in its mouth and pulled it to Luo Yuanqiu. The scholar said: "If you don't want to talk, then just write."

    Luo Yuanqiu thought for a moment and wrote on the paper. The tip of the pen moved away a little, and the paper disappeared with a crash. She took out a black pill from her sleeve and said, "I am just a magician."  I only know a little bit about it, but I would like to ask, do the runes on this elixir and the two spells on the paper come from the same place?"

    "Good question." The scholar replied casually, "I really got to the point. Please wait a moment."

    Luo Yuanqiu nodded, and everything on the table disappeared in an instant.  The scholar looked at her a few times and said, "Are you a Talisman Master?"

    Seeing her confused look, the scholar smiled and said, "The way you draw the curse is a bit like drawing a talisman."

    Luo Yuanqiu reacted and asked: "Are you also a Talisman Master?" He immediately thought of the previous magic circle, and it seemed that there were some pens of the Talisman Master.

    The scholar dusted himself?He nodded repeatedly.  Jing Lan casually held her waist with one hand, and held the Tongxin Knot in his other hand, saying, "Oh, for no reason, why did you give me the Tongxin Knot?"

    Luo Yuanqiu blurted out: "I passed by Yue Lao Temple before and saw this sold everywhere. Just now you said that the scholar pretending to be Yue Lao was real. Don't you like this concentric knot?"

    Jing Lan smiled and said meaningfully, "It depends on who gave it to me."

    What does it mean?  Luo Yuanqiu guessed for a long time and thought she was unwilling to accept it.  In the end, Jinglan accepted it and stuffed it into his sleeve in a blink of an eye.

    Luo Yuanqiu breathed a sigh of relief. Jinglan counted the time with his fingers and said, "It's getting late. I'll take you to Tianguang Ruins for a walk before you go out."

    Before leaving this unknown shop, Luo Yuanqiu saw the boy in the hall. He had his head hung down and was hanging by a row of lanterns.  Hearing the voice, he raised his head and saw them approaching. His eyes were about to burst into flames and he looked angrily. His mouth seemed to be blocked by something, making him unable to make a sound.

    Luo Yuanqiu said: "Do you want to put him down?"

    Jinglan said calmly: "If you have no regrets, it's better to sit there and temper your temper."

    Luo Yuanqiu thought so.

    The two of them stepped out of the store smoothly and walked towards the street shrouded in clouds and fog

    In the nameless shop, the scholar sat at the table with a piece of paper and said: "Uncle Yan, although I have read few spells, I still know this spell. It should have caused dozens of mysterious people in the capital more than ten years ago."  The evil curse that caused the family¡¯s fall.¡±

    He raised his head and saw the man sitting on the high bookshelf, flipping through a book. He was wearing a green robe and his long hair was tied up casually, looking completely free and unrestrained.

    The scholar asked again: "After so many years, are you still investigating the original incident? I thought that times have changed and people are gone, so you should have let it go."

    The man said: "Hua Sheng, many things are not as natural as you think."

    The scholar said: "There are many turmoils in the past, love, hatred, grievances and a glass of wine. I am just advising you as usual."

    "Although your story is well written, the world is far bigger than you imagine. Just trying to get a glimpse of it with tens of thousands of books is no less than working behind closed doors." The man closed the book and said slowly, "Since you  You have advised me, and I also advise you, if you have time, you should go out more often and see more."

    The scholar smiled and said: "Okay, I will naturally go out for more walks. But Uncle Yan, are you leaving?"

    The man said: "Yes, I will be leaving soon."

    The scholar looked around and sighed: "After my father passed away, I changed the rules of the store just to get the missing books in the wind and moon section of the bookshelf. Unfortunately, after so many years, I only got ten ten.  One. I wonder if I can fill this part with all my life's efforts?"

    "If you want to ask about Fengyue, you still need to go to the human world to find it."

    The scholar smiled and said: "That uncle has been waiting in Tianguang Ruins for many years. Did he find what he wanted today?"

    The man snapped his fingers and said coldly: "I have been waiting for this curse for too many years. If I had not guessed wrongly, Linggu Dao had secretly entered the capital, so that man must be there too. He has been hiding in the world and has been anonymous for many years.  There must be some conspiracy behind this movement!"

    After saying that, he swept down from the bookshelf, and drew the black sword in his hand in the air. The green clothes were like the wind, like the bamboo shadows under the moon, swaying lightly, and disappeared in a moment.

    The scholar shook his head, walked to the hall, and put down the boy hanging by the railing.  The boy whined as soon as he landed on the ground. The scholar pinched his chin and saw that the tongue in his mouth had been separated from the middle. It was as sharp and thin as a snake. He couldn't help laughing and said: "No wonder I didn't hear you swearing. That's it!"

    Jumping like a child, the scholar still said calmly: "That spell master deliberately wants to teach you a lesson. I can't break this sealing spell. But she didn't do anything cruel, she just told you to come closer.  I can¡¯t talk about the days.¡±

    After saying that, regardless of how the boy behaved and rolled around, the scholar stood under the lantern with his hands behind his hands and said to himself: "Uncle Yan has already left, so it doesn't make much sense for me to guard the store alone. In this case, I might as well go to the bookstore in Jingzhong first.  Take a look, maybe there¡¯s something exciting to see" (Remember this website¡¯s website address: www.hlnovel.com
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