The fireflies reflected the paths in the forest, like dreams. On a moonless night, Loran Hill walked towards his small courtyard with this faint light.

Finger groping in the dark shadow and touching the cold copper rings and grooves. Loran Hill took out the copper small sign tied to his wrist, and his fingers wrapped it around it and pressed it into the groove. A light golden ripples spread from the door, illuminating the complex patterns. Then there was a slight sound, and the door opened.

She held what she received today, raised her feet and stepped over the high threshold, walked into the courtyard, and then looked back and closed the door with one hand.

Looking at the dark courtyard, Loran Hill blinked, and two green flames floated out from his side and fell into the palace lanterns in the courtyard. Then the two octagonal palace lanterns emitted a soft warm light, illuminating the path in the middle and surrounding buildings.

Push open the door of the attic, and the air inside was a little cool.

A chirping came, and then the two birds flapped their wings. Little Loran Hill flew over her head, and zipped around her head and landed on the bird cage on one side. The two little heads looked at the things in Loran Hill's hands, looking for something to eat.

It seemed that I forgot to bring food to these two little guys, and a trace of bad things and guilt arose in Lolan Hill's heart.

She put the wooden box where she packed her clothes aside, came to the yard, and looked at the surrounding trees.

Now it should be possible to temporarily ripen ordinary crops. Lorran Hill was looking for suitable trees and focused his eyes on the tall pine trees beside him.

After making a choice, she took the wooden flute from the house, came to the courtyard, and started playing.

The green butterflies, formed by floating magic light spots, emerged one by one beside Lorran Hill. Seeing her start playing the flute, two birds also flew out, coiled and chirping above the courtyard, looking at the girl below curiously.

With the blowing of Lorran Hill, these butterflies flew up one by one and poured into the tall pine trees beside them. The green butterflies flew on the branches, staying among the branches, turning into grains of light sand.

The pine trees that merged into the light sand began to grow tender buds, but they bloomed quickly, and they formed pine nuts and decorated on the branches.

The night wind blows, the branches and leaves shake, and the pine nuts also collide with each other, making a slight wooden sound.

When Lorran Hill finished casting the spell, the pine nuts fell down and were collected in the center of the courtyard by a whirlwind.

Seeing the full pine nuts formed, the two birds happily circled in the air, and then fell on the stone slabs in the courtyard. Looking at the scattered pine nuts in front of you, the fragrance of leaves and pine nuts also spread in this courtyard.

They jumped up and jumped to the front to peck at the pine nuts. The slightly hard shell easily cracked under the beak of the bird's beak, and the pine nuts entered their mouths with a fragrant oil. The chrysanthemum even spit out a slight flame, roasting the pine nuts to make them taste better.

The blue dark crow next to him didn't have the ability to be related to flames, so he had to look at it enviously and continue pecking at the raw Songren.

Loran Hill walked over and touched the little guy's head. Then a stream of air came from the ground, lifting up some of the pine nuts and flying into the air. Then strands of green flames spread in the air like vines, outlining the flames, which burned through the pine nuts, evenly penetrated into it. Some of the pine nuts that were originally closed also cracked, and there were more pine oil fragrance in the courtyard.

Then these roasted pine nuts gathered again and fell on the clean slabs in the courtyard.

"Eat it, it should taste much better." Lorran Hill touched the little guy with blue and black feathers, then sat on the bluestone beside him, looking at the two simple birds below.

She was a little hungry, and Lolan Hill thought to herself. Seeing the two birds having fun eating, she picked up a little clean pine nuts, peeled them one by one, blowing away the brown-red oily skin, and the white small pine nuts fell on the palm of her hand.

Leaning against the bluestone in the courtyard, Loran Hill looked up at the night sky full of stars, eating these nutritious pine nuts one by one, listening to the sound of the wind and insects at night.

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In the following days, Loran Hill didn't go out much and spent most of his time in his yard.

First, I cleaned the courtyard, removed the accumulated dust, and ventilated it. Then I went to Changwufang to buy some daily things to fill the empty courtyard.

After cleaning the yard, Lolan Hill also began to learn those classics.

On a sunny afternoon, beside the water pool in the courtyard.

The tall pine trees stood outside the wall, and part of them reached into the courtyard. Loran Hill lay on the bamboo lounge chair under the shade, looking through the outer door script in his hand. The two birds squatted on the branches of the pine trees, occasionally looking at the girl below and the distance, then shrank their heads, closed their eyes, and took a nap.

The pale yellow pages are gently turned, and occasionally the small corners are rolled up by the breeze, making whistling sounds. The ink-colored text is clear and neat, telling the origin of Huiluzhou and the origin of the Huangyu School.

No matter which organization or faction it is, the beginning of its classics never talks about skills, but introduces the inheritance and origin of one's own faction.

Huiluzhou started in ancient times. It is said that a red flame giant and a winged dragon were fighting on the earth. After the death of this flame giant, his body fell here, his head turned into a roaring volcano, and his body became flames and scattered into all the prefectures and counties.

The most toxic heat branch flows into Huiluzhou, burning green mountains, turning into sea of ​​fire, and the earth evaporates, gradually becoming white stone hot sand.

This situation lasted for a long time, and the word "Hui Lu" was not auspicious. It was synonymous with fire. The residents living around here suffered greatly.

This situation continued until thousands of years ago, when the Seven Phoenix Yingtian Zhenyan Mansion rolled up thousands of layers of waves in the South China Sea, crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, like the tilting of the heavenly river, destroying the fire of Huilu, and calming the burning wilderness. After that, the colorful phoenix descended down the seeds of yellow corks, and a large number of mulberry trees grew here, absorbing the underground heat and poison, solidifying the water and soil, and opening up the dragon veins, allowing the heaven and earth's elemental power to flow and take away the excess heat.

In this way, this place becomes a habitable land.

To this day, most of the land in this prefecture and county still grows many mulberry trees. The leaves are backward and do not wither, but still maintain a tender yellow color. Some of the special and excellent individuals are called autumn yellow mulberry trees, and local factions are mostly cultivated.

A few days ago, the "yellow gauze dress" sent to Lolan Hill used a large amount of the bark fibers of these autumn yellow paper trees. While it was tough, it also avoided poison and refractory.

Although ordinary yellow mulberry trees do not need to be used as extraordinary functions, they also have significant effects in other fields. The fibers of its endothelial layer are long and soft, and have strong hygroscopic properties. They are a good raw material for making mulberry paper.

The word "王" in the Lingyu School means writing, and also refers to a book, which also originated from this.

Because it is suitable for papermaking and has extremely rich raw materials, Huiluzhou was the place for printing and production of many books in the past, and the number of scholars gradually increased. Later, the immortal Hongchun, who burned incense, chose this place to build a school, which was also due to this reason.

The expansion of knowledge is inseparable from books. With the printing of various books, the fame of Huiluzhou and the Huangyu Sect gradually spread, becoming a famous school in the Donglong Continent, which lasted for thousands of years. Even after several divisions, its name still did not fall.

The girl slowly flipped through the pale yellow paper pages made of paper trees, thinking about the distant and changing history in the book.

The afternoon wind passes through the pine forest, the branches sway, and the two birds and one person are immersed in the quiet afternoon, and time is also blurred and colorful here.
Chapter completed!