When the bell stopped ringing, Lin Qinghen squatted in the field and sighed very softly.
Lin Qingshuang is back.
His elder sister has always been at odds with him since childhood, probably because of some things that happened in their parents' generation.
However, he only had a few days left to stay at the Lin family. Lin Qingshuang had just returned from training outside, and there would be a birthday party in a few days. In theory, she should be very busy, and she would not be able to cause him any trouble during this period.
Lin Qinghen originally wanted to stay in this field for a few days to avoid danger completely. He wouldn't starve to death anyway.
He actually did so. At night he simply laid wheat stalks on the edge of the field and slept there that night.
He was very efficient in farming, but he had some trouble with the butterflies.
Although this bee crystal butterfly is highly efficient, its original job is not to spread pollen. Lin Qinghen tried to teach them so that they could understand their purpose.
But although Yu Yinyin gave him a method of control, communication and teaching are two different things, and the butterfly didn't seem to understand what he meant.
There is an obvious generation gap between him and Die.
Lin Qinghen's research was not going well and Yu Yinyin was not around, so he thought about it and decided to find some information for himself.
The Lin family has a library, which is divided into areas. Practical knowledge about spiritual cultivation, combat, and alchemy is a popular area with many people.
The place Lin Qinghen usually went to was called Meiyuan Library, which contained mostly lengthy encyclopedias and some strange stories and miscellaneous talks, and there was almost no one there.
He had read some records about Bee Crystal Butterfly before, and knew which books contained them, but he did not pay much attention at that time, so he did not remember the specific details very clearly.
This time we are looking backwards, intending to make a quick decision and come back to farm as soon as we are done.
When he was young, he often came here to catch up on basic knowledge. Many of the books stored in the Plum Garden were paper and easily damaged, so like the plantation, combat-related spiritual power was not allowed, and even loud noises and frolicking were not allowed.
This place is also big, with bookcases stacked up one after another, like a maze, and it is easy to hide. It is Lin Qinghen’s treasure place.
He had learned enough in the past few years and had focused on practice in recent years, so he came here less often. The Plum Garden was as deserted as usual. Lin Qinghen slipped in with his badge and quickly found the books he wanted.
The books here cannot be taken out, so after he found it, he hid it in a corner, planning to finish reading it quickly and go back quickly.
During the time he was reading seriously, everything went as he wished and no one came to disturb him. Based on the records, Lin Qinghen also figured out several ways to make the butterflies understand what he meant, and was about to go back quietly along the way to try them out one by one.
Just as he walked to the back door, he heard someone arguing there.
"The second volume of your "Travels in the Clouds" is wrong. The one stored in the Lin family's library is a fake book!"
"Speak, stop looking at me like that, get up and give me an explanation!"
There is a small garden at the back door of the Plum Garden, where Mei Sixue, who is in charge of the garden, occasionally takes a short rest.
He was an old man with a white beard, looking a bit like an old scholar. He was one of the few people who treated Lin Qinghen equally, and the two of them were quite familiar with each other.
Now, Mei Sixue, with white hair and beard, is being harassed by a young man. Mei Sixue is old, and when he was taking a nap, he was interrupted by the boy. He was still sleepy and spoke in a muffled voice: "The books stored in the Plum Garden cannot be fake."
"Impossible," the young man, who looked unfamiliar, continued to insist, "Many of the things here don't match the previous volume at all!"
"The books that are kept cannot be fake."
"You old man!"
Mei Sixue was obviously tired. He was old and his memory was not good. He could not find an answer to respond for a while. Then he saw Lin Qinghen, whom he had not seen for a long time, quietly slipping away from under the wall.
"Qinghen! Qinghen," Mei Sixue squinted his eyes and spoke, as if he had found a life-saving straw and was going to call him over, "Come here, come quickly and tell this ignorant child whether Meiyuan's book is fake or not?"
Lin Qinghen who just wanted to go back to play with butterflies:…
He wanted to run, but the young man had already seen him and walked towards him, so Lin Qinghen couldn't leave for a while.
Forget it. Mei Xuexue had been very nice to him over the years. It was just a few words. He didn’t want to cause trouble, so he just said it quickly and left.
"Mr. Mei is old, please let him go," Lin Qinghen stopped walking, "The second volume of "Travels in the Clouds" is indeed not fake, it's just incomplete."
The young man had already come up to him.
Lin Qinghen couldn't see clearly from a distance, but when he got closer, he found that he was a very handsome man, with a sharp spirit and a bit of obvious arrogance. He subconsciously glanced at his attire and the marks on his body, feeling speechless.
He said a few days ago that among the “Three Mountains”, only the people from Suye Fairy Mountain were those he had never seen, and now he is here.
The Lin family has been so busy lately.
The "Travels in the Clouds" that this person asked about is a rather unpopular book, which records some of the author's experiences during his travels. It was written more than 300 years ago. It has a story-like structure, as well as long records of field investigations of some spiritual plants and animals, as well as some family changes. Some of the theories put forward in it are quite interesting.
"This book is divided into two volumes. The upper volume is more widely circulated, but according to legend, there were some problems when the lower volume was engraved." This person's identity is not simple. Lin Qinghen doesn't want to cause trouble and wants to finish the story as quickly as possible. "The contents of the lower volume are scattered. The version collected by Meiyuan is the most complete one. About pages 37 to 109 are the original content. The rest are added by later generations for connection. They are not part of the original work, so some statements don't match the upper volume. This is normal."
After he finished explaining, he tried to slip away, but the young man stopped him again.
"I know that there was a problem when the second volume was being recorded. It is because of this problem that the second volume is hard to find. I came here specially because I heard that the Lin family had included it. But how do you know which ones are the original books and which ones are the sequels written by later generations? I think you are just making it up!"
This young man is a spiritual master with considerable strength. He stands there like a roadblock, and Lin Qinghen cannot escape.
"The real second volume of Journey Through the Clouds was not completely lost, but was scattered. The small bookstore at that time was chaotic in its engraving, and the rest of the content was sandwiched in another book as part of the collection," Lin Qinghen told him, "The third volume of The Song Family's Enmity, chapters 50 to 66 of Into the Snow, and the last quarter of The Spiritual Plants of Baimu Mountain are the missing parts."
The author of "Travels in the Clouds" has a unique writing style, which can be basically determined by his writing style and language habits, combined with the context and the route he traveled.
These were all unpopular books, which Lin Qinghen read as leisure books during his studies when he was a child. They helped him understand the entire continent, and he still remembered the little things he discovered by chance.
The young man looked him up and down and asked, "Did you find it?"
"Of course not," Lin Qinghen lowered his head, not wanting to attract attention at this moment, "Mei Sixue told me. He is old and can't remember it clearly, but I do have some impression of it."
After he finished speaking, he thought he could leave now, but he was stopped.
The young man looked him up and down, his eyes full of interest: "Are you the book servant of this Plum Garden? I think you are quite smart and very suitable for me. I asked Lin Qingshuang for you. Why don't you come back with me to Yexian Mountain to be a book boy? I am..."
Before he finished speaking, a familiar voice came from not far away, with a hint of sarcasm. It was Lin Fei.
"Brother Chu Wei, you are mistaken. I am afraid this person is not qualified to be your servant."
A group of people came over from the front, all of them were boys and girls of similar age. The one in the lead was Lin Qingshuang, whom I hadn’t seen for a long time. Behind her were many people, some familiar and some unfamiliar. The familiar Lin Fei was also among them.
Lin Qingshuang goes out to gain experience. She is famous and will not fight alone, so she will naturally attract some people of the same age around her.
These people are not simple. The young man named Chu Wei who stopped Lin Qinghen has the most special identity. He was born in Suye Fairy Mountain and has extremely high talent and status.
This person was usually not very polite to Lin Qingshuang, seemed to look down on everything, and his interests and hobbies were difficult to understand. But now he stopped Lin Qinghen from talking.
Chu Wei frowned and asked, "Why not?"
Lin Fei was a man of impulsive personality who didn't think straight. He couldn't curry favor with the people from Suye Fairy Mountain, but Lin Qinghen actually got close to him, so naturally he had to say a few more words.
"Lin Qinghen, tell me yourself, can your spiritual power reach the Immortal Mountain? Do you dare to take off your mask and scare people?"
Lin Qinghen: …
He sighed inwardly.
To be honest, he just wanted to check some information.