Li Ping'an looked down at Bai Xiaochun.

Bai Xiaochun grinned and said, "Master!"

Li Ping'an sighed in his heart, "What a sensible child, if the son of luck in the world is so sensible, he knows how good it would be to take the initiative to come to him. He said gently: "Shi Ku and the others are in the backyard, you go and play with them!"

Hearing the names of Shi Jun and others, Bai Xiaochun's uneasy heart suddenly stabilized and said quickly: "Yes, Master!" He ran towards the portal where Zhao Xinyue came out with his short legs.

The big white pig in front of the door looked at Bai Xiaochun resentfully, unloading the mill and killing the donkey, and throwing the pig on the ground, you bring me with you too!

The green cow walked over from the lawn leisurely, came to the big white pig, and looked down at it. What's going on with the little brother?

The big white pig looked up at the green cow, then looked at the Taoist temple, and a trace of flattery flashed in his eyes. Brother, I will hang out with you in the future.

The green cow walked out of the Taoist temple leisurely and walked outwards. The big white pig was shaking his tail and following him happily.

Zhao Xinyue looked at Li Ping'an and said, "I have something to ask you."

Li Ping'an was stunned and said with a smile: "You don't really want to discuss knowledge with me, right?"

Zhao Xinyue said in confusion: "What's wrong? Confucius said that three people must have a teacher. Choose the good ones and follow them, and change the bad ones."

Li Ping'an said with a funny look: "You learned very quickly."

Zhao Xinyue chuckled, her eyes bloomed and said, "I didn't sleep all night last night. I carefully studied the words you said to me. The more I read, the more I admire Confucius."

Sadly, "It's a pity that there are only a few words, it would be better if there were more. Confucius is definitely one of the most outstanding sages of Confucianism."

Li Ping'an said proudly: "That is nature, the Master's wisdom shines through the past and the present."

Zhao Xinyue rolled her eyes with a delicate look. It was my Confucian sage. What are you proud of? She glanced at the stone table and chair next to her and said, "Mr. Li, let's sit down and talk in detail!"

Li Ping'an said: "Okay!"

The two sat face to face on the chair under the peach tree, which looked quite good from a distance.

Zhao Xinyue opened his book and put it in front of Li Ping'an and said, "Mr. Li, this was written by me yesterday, but I don't know if there are any typos, please correct me."

Li Ping'an stared at the lines of words on the book, and said with a dry smile: "I'm not hiding it to my daughter, I... I can't understand it."

Zhao Xinyue suddenly widened her eyes and said in disbelief: "Young Master Li doesn't recognize the words?"

Li Ping'an hesitated and said, "It's not that he doesn't recognize words, but that he doesn't recognize your external characters. Our Three Qing Guan has a set of civilization inheritance. I have learned Chinese characters from the Three Qing Guan since I was a child, and I have never learned your external fonts."

Qingyu's proud voice appeared in Zhao Xinyue's mind again: "Our Sanqingguan is an ancient sect~" The heart subconsciously beat twice. Was she said true? It's not necessarily, maybe it's a niche word.

"Mr. Twelve, Mr. Twelve..." Li Ping'an shouted twice.

Zhao Xinyue came back to her senses and quickly apologized: "Sorry! I was thinking about something just now."

Li Ping'an smiled and said, "What else do you think of Mr. Twelve?"

Zhao Xinyue stroked her hair on her forehead and asked seriously: "Do you really have your own words? Your own unique inheritance?"

Li Ping'an nodded for granted and said, "That's right!"

According to Zhao Xinyue, there are many fonts in the world. In the past, each country in the territory had its own unique characters, and even had monsters, demons, ghosts, etc., which were so mixed that it was too complicated. Later, the saints decided to have the same characters, which made the characters in the world the same.

Zhao Xinyue looked at Li Ping'an suspiciously, seriously suspected that the unique words he said were a kind of words passed down at that time, because the outside world no longer used them, so she thought they were unique to him.

Zhao Xinyue said politely: "I wonder if you can show me the words you passed on?"

Li Ping'an smiled and said, "Okay! Come with me."

After Li Ping'an's plan, in the future, both outer and inner disciples of the Taoist sects would have to learn Chinese characters. There was even an ambition to let the whole world use Chinese characters, and the wider it would be, the better it would be, so there was nothing to keep it confidential.

Zhao Xinyue slowly stood up and followed Li Ping'an into the backyard.

Li Ping'an took her into the hall and said, "You can wait here for a moment."

Zhao Xinyue nodded and chuckled, "Okay!"

Li Ping'an walked out, turned around and entered his room, walked to the head of the bed and flipped through several booklets, which one should she show?

"The Sun and Moon Qi Practice" and "Basic Ventilation Method" subconsciously excluded. These two books are the only two practice techniques in the Taoist temple. Although the level is not high, it cannot be easily shown to others.

Li Ping'an put his attention on "Wuzhen Pian", the inner alchemy school practices the method, adjusting the manager's qi, life and life, and can train his soul, but it is not possible. "Jade Emperor Sutra"? Forget it, let's write some of it yourself!

Li Ping'an found a piece of paper, grind the ink, and wrote on the paper with a brush: "The heaven and earth are mysterious and yellow, the universe is vast and vast. The sun and the moon are full, and the city is full of trees. The cold is coming and going, the autumn is harvested and the winter is hidden..."

It is all in traditional Chinese. When I first came to this world, I was forced to read and copy scriptures by the system. Now, writing seal script is no longer a problem.

Li Ping'an put down his pen, picked up the paper and blew it, and walked out toward the hall.

In the hall, Zhao Xinyue was sitting in a chair and reading a book. When she heard the footsteps, she raised her head and smiled slightly at Li Ping'an.

Li Ping'an smiled and said, "You're anxious!"

"No, I haven't finished reading a page of the book yet." Zhao Xinyue stood up with a smile.

Li Ping'an handed the paper to Zhao Xinyue and said with a smile: "For you!"

Zhao Xinyue carefully took the paper, looked at the undried ink traces and said, "Just written?"

Li Ping'an nodded and said, "Yes! The books in the Taoist temple are inconvenient to outsiders, so he wrote a little of them himself."

“The words are a bit bad.”

Li Ping'an: "..." He was speechless.

Zhao Xinyue chuckled, spread the paper on the table, sat next to the table, watched carefully, and slowly copied the hand on the table.

After a long time, Zhao Xinyue was still looking at the paper, motionless, and often frowning.

Li Ping'an slowly couldn't sit still. He drank several cups of tea. After coughing, Zhao Xinyue still had no response.

Li Ping'an had no choice but to get up and walk out.

Qingxue and Qingyu in the yard were playing with Bai Xiaochun. Qingyu held a talisman and posted it on her body. A stream of light flashed by, and her figure slowly disappeared.

Bai Xiaochun exclaimed, "It's gone, it's really gone!" He said happily, "It must be very convenient to steal chickens like this!" His eyes showed admiration.
Chapter completed!