Lu Zi'an said, "I see that young man can never forget it. He has amazing memory, is proficient in calligraphy and painting, and is good at swords. He is not good at killing, is polite and righteous, and has extraordinary temperament. He must be the last of everyone. The traces of spiritual energy on his body are so obvious, and it must be very relevant, but it is not clear whether this person is an enemy or a friend, so you still need to be careful."

Lu Ziyu said, "I understand, brother."

Wen Xuan knocked outside the door at this time, "Brother Zi'an, are you sleeping?"

Lu Zian quickly signaled Lu Ziyu to put away the excerpts and responded, "No, come in."

Wen Xuan shook and swayed into the room, obviously drinking. He came to the table with a drunken eyes and gave a gift, "Brother Zi'an, Brother Ziyu, Hello." The two brothers stood up and returned the gift, inviting Wen Xuan to sit down together.

Wen Xuan said, "I'm here to say goodbye to my brother. Brother Ziyu is here, so let's say goodbye together."

Lu Zian asked, "What? Is there anything wrong with Wenshan?"

Wen Xuan took a breath, "Well, my father's death is coming back to worship."

The house was silent. Wen Xuan's father and uncle were assassinated by the Meng family at the foot of Mount Hua, which made the major families decide to jointly eliminate the Meng family. It was inevitable that they would be sad when they mentioned the deceased.

"A Xuan, nothing more than sadness."

Wen Xuan smiled, "I am no longer sad. The great revenge has been avenged. Life still needs to be looked forward, and Wen Shan still needs someone to take charge."

"There's another thing."

"A Xuan, please speak."

"It's that young man."

"Do you want to take him back to Wenshan?"

Wen Xuan shook his head, "I brought him back. I wanted to find the answers from the two brothers, but I still found nothing. I saw him lingering in the library every day, guessing that he liked it very much, so let him stay here. When I handle Wenshan's affairs, I will accompany the two brothers and solve the puzzle of the young master." "Just..."

"A Xuan, but it's okay."

"But the mark of spiritual energy on his body is obvious, and it is afraid it will attract people's covetousness. Will it cause trouble for both of you? I heard that the mountains are remote and dense, but Luzhou is prosperous..."

"Don't worry, I, Lu, can keep him safe. In addition, we are also very curious about where the spiritual energy on him comes from."

Wen Xuan was silent for a while and stood up to say goodbye.

After leaving the room, Wen Xuan walked around a bamboo forest and came from the guest room. He knocked on the door and asked, "Young Master, are you sleeping?"

The lights in the house were swaying, and someone was reflected on the door.

As soon as the door opened, the boy was covered in his hair and his close-fitting clothes. With his eyes wide open, he felt a sense of homely affection.

Wen Xuan hurriedly moved his eyes away and gave a gift. The young man replied, asking with his eyes. Wen Xuan said, "Young Master, I have something to go back to Wenshan, as long as three months, as long as one month, and I will come back after the matter."

The boy let him into the room and sat down. Wen Xuan said while walking. After sitting down, he still didn't dare to look up at the boy, "I think you like this library very much. Just stay here. When do you want to return to Wenshan? Let me know and I will send someone to pick you up."

The young man's eyes trembled, "Return to Wenshan". These words really made him feel moved. He was a rootless person, and he didn't know where he came from, where he died, and whose surname was, but Wen Xuan said this, as if he was Wenshan, and he had a place to come from.

Wen Xuan was so domineering and cruel when he captured him, but now he showed such a innocent mind. He is really a person who is both good and evil, with many complex and contradictory aspects.

The boy nodded and turned around and wrote "Please look at Gu Ying" on the desk.

Wen Xuan followed him to the desk. When he saw his words, he couldn't help but smile at the young man and said, "In a short time, you have written regular script so well." He looked at the young man while smiling.

At this time, the boy's loose hair half covered his eyebrows and eyes, the ends of his hair were up to his waist, and his slender and white knuckles were still holding the black jade pen. Wen Xuan felt his heart shaking and quickly said goodbye and left the door.

As soon as the cool breeze outside blew, the blush on his face dissipated a little, and he said to himself, "There is too much energy to drink."

The young man went to the library every day, and people around him often made fun of him as a "nerd". In the past few days, although he had not found any books related to Linghua, he saw several books derived from Fuxi's Bagua Book of Changes. The young man studied the deduction method and always felt familiar in his heart.

Although the deduction technique is difficult for others, it took only seven days for the boy to master all the deduction methods recorded in the books in the library.

On this day, the young man saw a book called "History of Derivation of Ancient and Modern Times". The book mentioned that a thousand years ago, a man created a new derivation technique with his own strength. This person was named Lin Yan. The book only mentioned this point and there was no other record. However, when the young man saw these two words, his heart felt hot, and the heat flowed straight up to his face and fell from his eyes.

The boy touched the tears, and this was the second time he felt tears. This name actually made him cry. So the boy searched for the library again, which was a record of Lin Yan.

In most books, there are only records about new derivation techniques, either recorded as unknown to the founder or avoided talking about them. The young man was practicing new derivation techniques, but he felt that he could learn without a teacher, and he was particularly at ease with this derivation method.

One day, the boy met Cui Yanmei again in the library.

Cui Yanmei wore a light orange dress again. She saw the boy from afar and gave a blessing. The boy also gave a gift to him with great attention.

"Young Master, what book are you looking for?"

The boy shook his head.

"Young Master, don't hide it. I'll help you find any books. No one is more familiar with Lu's library than me. I have been playing in the library since I was a child. I've been a little older and like reading, so I begged my father to send me to Lu's family. Apart from myself, you are the second person I've ever seen who likes reading. I'll find it for you."

The boy still shook his head, but bowed his hand to express his gratitude.

The boy suddenly found that Cui Yanmei was holding a book he had never seen before, and asked curiously with her eyes.

Cui Yanmei read the book, then looked at the boy's gaze, and smiled, "Young master, are you interested in this book?" The boy nodded, and Cui Yanmei handed it to him, "I am free to open the time and read it as a script. If you like it, give it to you, don't lose it. This is a book from Zhaixing Pavilion."

After saying that, he lowered his voice, stumbled his head, covered his mouth with his hands, and whispered, "Brother Zi'an doesn't know, I ran in by myself."

The boy still asked with his eyes, and Cui Yanmei had to answer, "Don't you know there is a Zhaixing Pavilion in this library? Brother Zi'an looked at his books like a treasure. He didn't let others read it, and even I didn't let him read it."
Chapter completed!