If you can't work or practice, you can only read books.

Although he returned to his residence these days, Li Yunsheng spent most of his time in the study.

Early every morning, Li Yunsheng would get up and steam buns with noodles. In order to make his health faster, he would cut his flesh and add some flour ground into ordinary flour like a fairy grain. I don’t know if it was because he felt sorry for the fairy grain. Li Yunsheng, the originally very ordinary steamed bun, was extremely careful. Whether it was the time of fermentation or kneading dough, even the wood used to steam the buns in the end, it was necessary to carefully select the heat.

"It seems that making steamed buns and practicing is not much worse."

Li Yunsheng, who was sitting under the old locust tree, murmured to himself.

"Speaking of this old locust tree, why did all the flowers disappear overnight?"

I had been recuperating at my senior brother's house before and didn't see it. I didn't pay much attention to it these days after I came back, but I always felt that something was missing at the door. Today I suddenly found that the flowers that could bloom in the cold winter and cold of the old locust tree actually withered when spring came.

Li Yunsheng may not know that the day when the flowers on the old locust tree withered was the night when Jingzhe broke through.

"Let me go back and ask Master."

He clapped his hands and shook off the debris from the steamed buns on his body. Li Yunsheng wrapped the remaining steamed buns in a clean cloth and went down the mountain to the study building.

The road from the back mountain to the bookstore was very familiar to Li Yunsheng.

However, looking at the scenery of this mountain road in spring is very different from autumn and winter. The scenery of autumn water and mountains in spring is like ink paintings written by famous artists. The clouds and fog in the mountains seem to be spiritual, gathering and dispersing, and sometimes they will "deliberately" block a small path up the mountain.

Looking up from the foot of the mountain, it makes people both awe and fascinate.

Li Yunsheng looked at the scenery all the way, and walked to the foot of Guangling Peak Mountain where the bookstore was located. He was about to go up the mountain, but he saw a child in white clothes, wearing pink and jade-like clothes standing there bored.

However, Li Yunsheng stared at the child, and the child immediately glared back with a vigilant look on his face.

“Gu…”

But his fierce expression, which looked like a figure and was not like a spirit, was immediately destroyed by the sound of his stomach screaming.

I don’t know where the child came from, but Li Yunsheng only found it interesting, so he took out a steamed bun and handed it to him.

Although the child looked embarrassed, he still turned his head proudly and refused to pick up the steamed buns handed to him by Li Yunsheng.

“It’s delicious.”

Li Yunsheng tore apart a piece of steamed buns, and a light fragrance unique to rice and grain came out with a hot air. Because a talisman of the bun was pasted on the cloth wrapped in steamed buns, the steamed buns inside were still steaming steamed buns.

As he said that, Li Yunsheng handed the steamed bun to the child again.

He is a person who has been hungry, so he will naturally not be angry with a hungry child.

Under the temptation of the aroma of steamed buns, the child just hesitated for a moment and reached out to snatch the steamed buns from Li Yunsheng's hand.

Li Yunsheng smiled and said nothing, turned around and walked straight up the mountain.

Not long after Li Yunsheng left, an old man with white hair and pockmarked face walked out of the woods, carrying his pants while walking here.

Seeing his appearance, the little boy blushed and said:

"Why are you always so embarrassed?"

The old man laughed and said:

"If people have three urgent needs, what's there to be ashamed?"

He gave him a blank look, the child turned his head, ate the steamed bun, and complained:

"There is nothing more than the mountains and the mountains. You insist on pulling me over. You have to walk up the mountains with your feet!"

"What do you know? This is Qiu Shui!"

The old man patted the child on the head.

"What's wrong with Qiu Shui? We are Kun...ah! You hit me again!"

The child touched his head and pouted his mouth and glared at the old man hard, but before he finished speaking, the old man slapped his head hard again.

"Who gave this steamed bun?"

The old man was like nothing happened. He ignored the aggrieved look on his face, but was particularly curious about the steamed buns in his hand.

"You don't have to worry about it!"

The child hid the leftover steamed buns in his arms, turned his head and walked up the mountain.

"Ah! You stinky old man, steal my steamed buns!"

The little boy only took a few steps and found that the steamed buns in his arms were gone, and he couldn't help but scream.

"tasty!"

The old man with pockmarked face called the little boy completely as if he was in his ears. He tore half of the steamed buns into his mouth, and suddenly exclaimed with exclamation.

"Give it back to me!"

At this time, the little boy had already come over, snatched the old man's remaining steamed buns with tears in his eyes, and turned his head angrily and ignored the old man's face.

"You haven't bought me some food for several days, and you still rob me of it."

The little boy said with a grievance.

"It's really unpromising, I cry like this for ordering food."

The old man with a pockmarked face said disdainfully.

"I want to go home and tell my grandma home that you will not give me food if you beat me!"

The little boy immediately turned around and walked down the mountain when he heard this.

At this moment, the old man with pockmarked face was anxious, stopped the little boy, licked his face and smiled: "No, no, Che'er, say something."

"I want to go home, why don't you let me go home? I don't know what to do when I come to Qiushui!"

The little boy cried and said.

"well…"

The old man with pockmarked face sighed and said, "You are back home, who will help your grandfather collect the body?"

"Collection of the body?"

Hearing this, the little boy stopped crying immediately and looked at the old man with a blank look on his face.

"Yes, your grandpa, I might die today."

As he said that, he stood up with his hands on his back.

And he had half a steamed bun stuffed into his mouth!

"Stinky old man, I knew you were lying to me again!"

The little boy shouted again.

…

Just as the two grandparents and grandchildren were playing and going up the mountain, Li Yunsheng had already arrived at the bookstore, greeted the eldest husband, and then sat down in a corner of the second floor.

Amidst the surprise eyes, he placed more than a dozen jade slips on the table, which were all books to read today.

He took a deep breath, then picked up a jade slip, knocked the ring on it, and immediately closed his eyes and looked at the collection of books in the jade slip with relish.

It's like entering another world completely.

In a wing room in the bookstore, the eldest gentleman looked at his tea bowl in a daze, and saw two tea leaves standing straight in the center of the tea in the white porcelain tea bowl.

"It looks like..." The eldest gentleman smiled and continued, "There are guests today."

As soon as he finished speaking, an inexplicable gust of wind suddenly blew into the library.

"It looks like an old friend!"
Chapter completed!