You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 199 Returning Hometown

The old man and the old woman sat down at the eight-immortal table in the inner courtyard uncomfortably.

County Magistrate Zhong was very considerate. When he saw Zuo Chen sitting down, he immediately asked his men to take out a large teapot and pour Zuo Chen a full cup of good tea.

He ran over happily and served tea to Zhu Laoba and Caiyi.

There was nothing in front of the old woman and the old beggar.

After a little embarrassment, the old woman spoke first:

"My name is Guan Jinping, a returned native. This old fellow is Yan Wangsheng, a stinking beggar."

The old beggar Yan Wangsheng's face turned green after hearing this introduction: "You should at least give me a title, a master of innateness."

"It's like dog shit, a congenital master who was scared to death."

The old man stopped talking.

Regardless of Yan Wangsheng, Guan Jinping asked Zuo Chen:

"I haven't asked for the Taoist name yet."

"I don't have a Taoist name, just call me Zuo Chen." Zuo Chen pointed and said, "This man is Zhu Laoba, the demon king of the Great Dense Forest of Youzhou, and my friend who accompanied me. The girl's name is Caiyi, according to folk legend..."

"There is no such rumor among the people!" Caiyi jumped up and interrupted Zuo Chen.

"Well, since you are my registered disciple, you can learn some wonderful tricks from me for the time being."

After listening to Zuo Chen's introduction, Guan Jinping was already stunned.

The Great Jungle Demon King?
This guy is not human? !

And from the introduction just now, the girl called Caiyi might really be that eldest aunt!
"You...you are a god?" Guan Jinping asked in a low voice.

"I'm not a deity, I just have some skills."

Guan Jinping wanted to ask something, but Yan Wangsheng beside her suddenly turned his head and whispered to her in a low voice:

"I met some woodcutters on the mountain road before, and heard that a Taoist priest moved a mountain in the dense forest and flattened the gambling village. This must be him."

The art of moving mountains and filling the sea!
His heart was shocked, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Zuo Chen was different.

Zuo Chen did not respond, but simply spread the remaining scroll on the table:
"I know that there may be a recipe for evil thoughts in the fragments of the capital, and I also know where it came from. But why are you two looking for it? What are you doing on your way back home?"

The two old men were silent for a while.

It seemed that she knew that she was now in Zuo Chen's hands, and there was no way she could not say anything. Guan Jinping could only organize her words and said:

"Does the Immortal know about the library?"

"I've heard from others that it was opened in the capital, and the nobles gathered there, so it can be considered a famous place in the world. But the people I met recently didn't speak very well of the bookstore."

"They deserve it. They always do dirty things. Even if they are good at writing, people are not blind after all." Guan Jinping sighed, "In fact, we, the returnees, also came from the bookstore lineage.

"You said before that returning home is a tomb raider, which is indeed true, but we are not looking for ordinary graves, only for immortal tombs. We are following the order of the capital to visit the immortals to seize the opportunity and save the dying world."

Zuo Chen rested his elbow on the table and listened attentively.

Guan Jinping also told the story of the returnees:
Sixty years ago, when the imperial court had just arrived in Kyoto, many important events required manpower, so they simply recruited talents and gathered a group of talented and capable scholars, and called it the Shulou.

The library was mainly used for the study of various techniques and skills, with discussions taking place every day and the sounds of discussion pleasing to the ears. It didn’t take long for the library to become a place that all scholars in the world yearned to visit.

But there is a group of people in the library who are not well known to the world.

That is the returnee.

They are students specially selected by the capital. They are highly talented, have learned many skills and are the best in the library.

The imperial court selected them and told them about the bitter experiences in Daliang. Only then did these enthusiastic students know the truth about Daliang.

"When the first group of returnees was formed, I was still young and had not yet joined. I don't remember most things clearly. I only heard that after the truth was revealed in the capital, many talented people were shocked and their bodies and minds were impacted.

"Some thought the imperial court was just joking, and some simply couldn't stand it and left the academy. The rest were the first group to return home."

Guan Jinping said.

"So why do you have to take the name of returning home?" Zuo Chen asked.

"When I was young, I also asked my senior this question. My senior told me this:
"Now that the three realms and four continents have been swallowed up, the remaining remnants of fire are all people who have no home to return to. All the people in the world want is to be one, to retreat from the sea of ​​suffering and return home. This is what people who return home are like."

Zuo Chen nodded in understanding and gained a better understanding of the capital.

It sounds like he is indeed a fellow traveler, but has chosen a different path.

Zuo Chen took the path of the common people, while the capital chose to directly rely on the power of the Daliang royal family.

"Can I continue?" "Please." Zuo Chen glanced at County Magistrate Zhong who was holding the teapot. The latter immediately asked his men to bring two more sets of tea sets and poured tea for Guan Jinping and Yan Wangsheng.

Then he took out two small cotton balls and stuffed them into his ears, pretending that he couldn't hear anything.

After drinking a little and moistening her throat, Guan Jinping continued to talk about the returnees and the bookstore:

Compared to the people in the bookstore who never leave Kyoto all year round, the people who return home need to run all over the mountains and fields. It is not so convenient to move around outside, so many people who return home bring their own people with them. In this way, the development has become the prototype of today's Jianghu.

If we have to make a rough estimate of the current martial arts learned by these wanderers, nine out of ten of them are closely related to those who have returned home.

The people who returned home have developed well, although not on the surface. However, because they have obtained many immortal relics and their abilities are quite high, the overall situation is thriving.

However, at this moment, an accident happened.

The capital was missing.

After the disappearance of the capital, the library in Kyoto was silent for about half a year. During this period, people who returned home found it difficult to return to Kyoto due to the chaotic situation in the world, and they could only speculate what happened in Kyoto.

Half a year later, the situation in Kyoto finally stabilized, and the academy sent messages to all the people who had returned home, inviting them to return to the academy to discuss matters and inherit the capital's legacy.

"I was young that year and wanted to go back with my master, but she refused. She returned to Kyoto and never came back." Guan Jinping sighed, "I didn't understand why my master did that at the time. Many years later, I realized that my master might have noticed something was wrong and just wanted to leave some incense for my hometown."

"Since then, the Guixiang clan has gradually declined. The Kyoto Book House issued an ultimatum to arrest us, saying that we are evildoers. We dare not show up in front of the Kyoto soldiers and hide our identities. Many people even withdrew from Guixiang for their own safety and became ordinary wanderers."

When Guan Jinping said this, she couldn't help but look at Yan Wangsheng who was blowing the tea.

Yan Wangsheng's movements stiffened instantly, and his mouth, which was blowing the tea, turned into a whistle.

Guan Jinping looked back at the book in Zuo Chen's hand. "After Jingshi died, a few masters who returned home got hold of Jingshi's legacy. But when they were about to study it, they were disturbed by the black magic formula mixed in the fragments. They lost their minds due to the power and became the evil people who were famous in the world. It took a lot of effort to defeat them."

"Later, the remaining people who returned home changed their direction. They no longer searched for the relics left by the immortals, but instead searched for the heritage of the capital. Just as we worried, all the heritage of the capital was stained with a faint black magic. It is called the great filth of the sea of ​​suffering. As long as someone tries to grasp this relic with greed, his heart will naturally be invaded and he will become an unforgivable demon."

After Guan Jinping finished introducing Guixiang, she looked at Zuo Chen cautiously:
"Sir, that's why we two came here to get this book. It's really dangerous, please don't try to crack it and read it."

"Thank you for your kindness." Zuo Chen also understood why he returned home, and he comforted the two of them: "Don't worry, I once got a fragment of the Beijing scroll, and I also found the pollution from above and removed it. Those things can't affect me."

"Master, I'm not kidding!"

Guan Jinping's voice was urgent.

She didn't know how powerful Zuo Chen was, but she knew that if this Taoist priest was corrupted, then there would be big trouble!
Zuo Chen could see that Guan Jinping didn't believe it, so he simply picked up the booklet and blew gently upwards.

Guan Jinping only felt a gust of fragrant breeze blowing on her face, and in a trance, she seemed to see something above the booklet dissipating in the wind.

Looking at it again, the entire fragment seemed to have turned into an ordinary book, without any unique or magical features.

Zuo Chen would push the fragment forward and directly in front of Guan Jinping.

Made a gesture of invitation.

"I have just cleared away the remaining bitter sea qi on it. It is safe now."

Guan Jinping stared at the ordinary little notebook on the table.

Just a breath?

Can the black magic that has troubled them for such a long time be removed in one breath?

Guan Jinping didn't dare to open it, but she had some hope in her heart.

If it is true... is there a possibility that those fragments of the capital's manuscripts collected by the returnees will see the light of day again?

Although he was still hesitating, Yan Wangsheng directly grabbed the fragment of the imperial scroll and opened it.

Guan Jinping was shocked: "You old man, what do you want to do?"

But Yan Wangsheng flipped through two pages and shook the remaining pages:
"Look, it's okay. It's real."

Guan Jinping then hurriedly took the scroll and found that there was indeed no evil spirit on it.

A mixture of surprise and joy lingers in my heart.

Suddenly I thought of my persistence over the years and the efforts I had made in returning home, and my eyes became moist.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Guan Jinping returned the incomplete scroll to Zuo Chen:
"Sir, I have something I would like to ask of you."

"Go ahead."

"Would you please come with me back to the Hometown Pavilion and clean up the filth among the remaining scrolls?"

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