In Qingyuan study, several scholars wearing jackets and long gowns buried their heads and chose the books they wanted.

Wu Qian, the owner of the study, saw the person outside, "Young Master Fang."

"Boss Wu." Xiao Han put away the oil paper umbrella, shook the snow on the umbrella cover, and walked slowly in.

Wu Qian took out several travel notes and miscellaneous books that had been wrapped long ago, "Young Master Fang, this is what you mentioned before."

"Thank you, Boss Wu." Xiao Han smiled slightly, like the relaxing wind and bright moon, elegant and gentle, and like a fairy-god young man.

Because of this handsome and unparalleled appearance and a fairy-like demeanor, there are many matchmakers, and most of them are the daughters of noble families. But he rejected them all, and they believed the jokes from three years ago, and they sincerely sought immortals and asked for the truth, and were unwilling to marry.

He was also offended and was unhappy, but a seventh-rank official who proofreads and edits books could not suppress him much, so he could only lose sight of him and was not upset.

What are you doing with that illusory dream?

The former classmates, second-class people, and Tanhua, have already reached the top, but Fang Lingtang is silent in the library, and many people secretly joke with sarcastic words.

Boss Wu also regretted him.

But I didn't expect that the paintings that Mr. Fang sent him to consign were better than in the past.

When Mr. Fang was just a disciple of his son, his paintings were only slightly outstanding among ordinary scholars, and some of them fell into the common sense. After rumors of his determination to seek immortals and ask for the truth, his paintings had a truly elegant and elegant aura.

Wu Qian opened a study and had some ability to appreciate calligraphy and painting books. He immediately smelled the spirituality of everyone's style.

So he specially invited famous artists to appreciate it and placed it in a conspicuous place in the study.

And things were as he expected. Those paintings became famous and unique in Beijing. To this day, they have become quite famous and are sought after by the Qingliu of Shilin and powerful figures.

The "Huang Liang" signed in the scroll is also considered to be a master who is a noble person who is a pure and innocent person.

Thinking of the rumors in the outside world, it is said that Fang Lingtang is a fool who is not enterprising.

This made Boss Wu, who knew that Fang Lingtang was Huang Liang, feel complicated. He believes that Fang Lingtang is really into the Tao, otherwise how could he draw such a painting?

With such a relationship, Boss Wu treats him very well.

Xiao Han had long been using money to consign calligraphy and paintings just because of consignment. Others thought that he had lost all his talents and had once been a flash in the pan.

Xiao Han himself was living a very comfortable life.

The palace collection of books searched all over the world of Taoist books.

In the past world, Xiao Han studied the Taoist sect a lot, but at that time he only regarded it as a meditation to improve his realm. After experiencing a dream of Huangliang, he felt very different.

Although she never encountered that kind of opportunity for enlightenment again, her love-forgetting technique was completely transformed.

Xiao Han tried to integrate into the Taoist Supreme Forgetting and found that it was very suitable without any hindrance.

During the past three years, Xiao Han has been immersed in the palace collection and never thought of leaving.

Xiao Han didn't think it was reliable when traveling around the world and visiting all over the fairy mountains, otherwise how could Fang Lingtang meet Huang Liang's dream in Xiefang Tower in Beijing?

It’s a pity that there are only dreams, but there are no ones who can lead them.

It turns out that the immortal path is long, Xiao Han couldn't help but sigh,

Fortunately, he has traveled through so many worlds, but the only thing he lacks is patience.

With his newly bought travel notes and miscellaneous books, he returned to his residence. The place where he lives is no longer the small courtyard he rented back then, but a more spacious, simple and quiet house. The land price in the capital is valuable in every inch of land. After selling the first painting he made, he bought it.

Otherwise, relying solely on the small salary of the seventh grade would be enough for daily expenses.

"Young Master."

Three years have passed, and the short and thin boy has grown much taller and clearer and calmer. When he sees Xiao Han back, his eyes are bright.

"I taught you last time, I know."

Although Xiao Han wanted to live a leisurely life, he would not let the people around him not even have the ability to protect themselves.

It is either intelligence, talent, or power, or superb martial arts. The first two are a bit difficult to make up, while the latter one is still a little talented.

Although Xiao Han only practiced the Forgetful Love Art that she has changed for many times, he has not known many martial arts he has seen. He can choose a few martial arts that are suitable for Fang Shi to practice, which is enough.

Xiao Han is not stingy with the secret of forgetting love. Even if she has changed this trait and is not limited by the roots and bones, the most important point is that the talent for understanding is still there, otherwise he would not be obsessed with it, but he would not even be able to get into it. Teaching Fang Shi was not to help him but to drag him down.

When Xiao Han was thinking about what martial arts he taught Fang Shi, 9526 also became interested and asked, "Host, do you want to accept an apprentice?"

"Accepting apprentices?" Xiao Han raised his eyebrows slightly, and then said decisively, "No interest."

Her master's actions at first left some impression on her, at least she was not interested in taking disciples.

Fang Shi never regarded himself as an apprentice. In his opinion, those who can become his young master's disciple must be extremely excellent, not like him. He has to practice even a set of swordsmanship twenty or thirty times before he can remember all the moves.

Fang Shipeng knew that his young master knew all the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and all kinds of martial arts and tricks were well known, and all the classics and classics were readily used.

In Fang Shi's opinion, none of the famous young men and talented men and heroes who were boasted in the capital were as good as his young men.

Those outside are fools who know nothing.

After so long, he said that his young master was stupid for seeking immortality.

Fang Shi knew that those who were rejected by the prince deliberately ruined the reputation of his son.

Only his young master didn't care about the rumors outside, nor did he allow him to do whatever he wanted. Fang Shi, who was almost at the level of admiration of his young master, thought angrily.

But when the young master asked, he forgot everything and answered seriously.

Xiao Han asked him to practice the clamping hands he taught a few days ago, Qingfeng Liuyun Thirteen Swords, Yanhui's Light Skills, and Xiao Han took the name casually. What was his name in the past? Xiao Han remembered so much, and after she saw it, she didn't know how many things she had changed.

After giving some incomplete places, he sent Fang Shi to cook.

In addition to studying martial arts, Fang Shi's cooking skills were also taught. Although Xiao Han just spoke, fortunately, Fang Shi was not qualified enough and could make up for it with diligence and steadiness.

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The work in the library pavilion is boring and endless, and there are few important tasks, so naturally there is no chance to make a comeback. The little officials who are buried in the book and walking back and forth between the library pavilions may end up in the end when they are old.

The result is that Shangguan is a scattered man, and the small official below is a monk who hits the bell for one day.

Be a salted fish every day.

But salted fish can also know how to entertain themselves, for example, "Brother Ling Tang." An official in green was holding two tea boxes and a whole set of tea sets, with a bright smile, "Come and try it, this is my new good tea."

Xiao Han also had friends in this museum, such as Wen Liangyu, a tea-loving colleague, who is pure and kind, and is not good at craftsmanship. Moreover, his father used to be a proofreader in the museum. He could be said to have inherited his father's position. He was used to this boring and long-term work and did not value promotion.

Xiao Han showed that he was so silly that he did not seek fame and fortune almost as soon as he entered the museum. No one wanted to make friends and win over him, but there were no one who was embarrassed by him.

"It's the crane needle in front of the rain in Dongyi Mountain." After taking a sip of tea, Xiao Han revealed the name of the tea.

This tea is not expensive, but it is rare.

Wen Liangyu's smile became even brighter and he said proudly, "I guarded Dongyi Mountain for a long time last month before I waited for the best time to rain before the crane needle."

Xiao Han raised his eyebrows slightly, "Didn't you say that there are elders in your clan's birthday, so you asked for leave from Lord Cui?"

Wen Liangyu suddenly realized that he had made a mistake, "Don't miss it, otherwise I will be scolded by Lord Cui."

Xiao Han smiled but said nothing.

In fact, the library has a free position and it’s nothing to ask for leave occasionally. Wen Liangyu just found an excuse for his little hobby.

Xiao Han got along in harmony with them, but many social interactions were limited to the museum and the occasional time, and when his colleagues invited Xiao Han to a restaurant, they were all rejected.

Wen Liangyu and others also felt that he was living a little too lonely and cold, but they also admired him for his perseverance and not changing his ambitions.

"I just came back and heard that General Lou, who was returning to Beijing to report his work, took a fancy to you and asked someone to propose marriage." Wen Liangyu's face was not envy, but full of sympathy.

After all, if Fang Lingtang responded, it would naturally be a good thing to be happy about, but the result was no different from the past few times. It was just that he offended another one.

In the mist of tea, Xiao Han held his jaw with his left hand and said carelessly, "I have already said that I am determined to tell you and do not want to marry you."

Wen Liangyu looked at his jealous good looks and his gentleman temperament as light and timeless as water.

It’s no wonder that it attracted the daughters of famous families to fall in love with him at first sight.

But the marriage failed to achieve a bad reputation and was too ungraceful.

Who doesn’t have any habit? Wen Liangyu loves tea. Their immediate boss, Lord Cui, likes to watch Cuju, and often organizes Cuju competitions with several other pavilions. Fang Lingtang is just obsessed with gods and ghosts?

Wen Liangyu was worthless for him.

Anyone who has truly met Fang Lingtang or got along with him knows that he is not as rumored.

The reason why he was deceived by rumors was nothing more than that people in the world pursued fame and honor. Fang Lingtang, who had a great opportunity but went another way, seemed out of place and was rejected.

This is why rumors remained uninterrupted and Xiao Han did not deliberately argue.

Xiao Han didn't want to go with the flow, and he didn't need to change his behavior for others.

As for those officials who are narrow-minded and deliberately suppress and spread rumors just because they intend to recruit Xiao Han as their son-in-law.

In Huangliang's dream, most of them may encounter major disasters, or be demoted and embarrassed, life and death are rising, and some are even about to come.

After knowing that they and the family will end in the future, Xiao Han has no interest in dealing with them.
Chapter completed!