It is also natural that there are no books in print.
Needless to say, those sage books read by ordinary people are naturally printed, and you can buy them in places like Jishang and Shufang. But those are the books of ordinary people. How can people who practice Taoism and martial arts print books
Not to mention all the books on Xiaodong's mountain are hand-copied, but there are eight out of ten. Because these books... Well, some of them are not books at all, and I don’t know who wrote them. The characters on them are large and small, and many of them are illegible. Determine whether the word was written wrong by the person who wrote the book or whether he has limited literacy and short-sightedness. Looking at it, my eyes are blurred, but I feel that the words on it are like villains who are punching and kicking one by one, and they are about to break the paper one by one. I don't know what they mean.
For example, the book Xiaodong is reading now, it is well preserved, the author is called Xiaoyaoke.
It sounds like a pseudonym taken casually.
This book is actually the travel diary of the Qashqai. This person has traveled a lot and loves to drink and make friends with the locals. When he is happy, he will record the anecdotes that the locals told him...
Well, I'm already drunk, can I still expect this person to write neatly? There is no hope of clear thinking and fluent speech. Even if someone else wanted to copy this booklet, they would have no way of copying it because it was full of typos, let alone take this book to an engraving block for printing.
Xiaodong spent a long time picking out the words in this book, and only read one of them without even guessing.
Brother Ning is very generous, if he asks to borrow a book, he will borrow it right away.
Xiaodong watched helplessly as he took out two books from his flat sleeves, then two more books, and two more books...
Xiaodong's eyes straightened.
Is Senior Brother Ning's sleeve the legendary treasure bag? These two volumes, two volumes and two volumes, how many volumes are there
Xiaodong's appearance almost amused Ning Yu.
He suppressed a smile and said, "These volumes are quite interesting, you can look through them first, and tell me after reading, I still have them here."
Seeing Xiaodong still staring at his sleeve eagerly, wishing to come up and grab his sleeve to find out, Ning Yu suddenly felt that this rainy day was not boring, and panting was not as suffocating as when he woke up early. Whipping his sleeves, he picked up the umbrella by the door: "Just take a look, I'll go back first."
Seeing that he had already left the house, even though Xiaodong felt as if she was scratching her heart, she couldn't call him back to ask the bottom line.
But what kind of treasure is that sleeve!
Xiaodong sat down angrily, and pushed aside the book in his hand that looked like a ghostly talisman.
He wondered if it would be useful to read these broken books? No matter how you look at it, it's full of words like a drunkard's dream, which is not reliable at all.
The few books left by Ning Yu were still on the desk, Xiaodong angrily picked them up and looked through them.
There are a few volumes that are similar to those in Xiaodong's hands. Xiaodong suspects that the few volumes that his senior brother found for him earlier may have been borrowed from Ning Yu, right
When I turned to the next one, it also looked old, with ragged edges and spine stitching that looked brittle and about to snap.
Xiaodong didn't even dare to flip through this book, so he carefully put it aside.
This is not a joke.
Although these books look tattered and tattered, Xiaoli dare not underestimate them. Does anyone know where these books come from? What if it was a handwritten letter left by a senior from someone else's sect, and I turned it up badly, so what can I do to compensate him? Besides, how hurtful it is.
It's better to leave it well, and return it to Senior Brother Ning when the weather clears.
When Mo Chen came back, he saw a few more books on the desk, without Xiaodong's explanation, he knew where these books came from at a glance.
"Ning Yu has come?"
Xiaodong nodded: "Brother Ning said he lent it to me..."
"Is there anything useful in it?"
Xiaodong was dejected: "No." As soon as the words came out, he quickly added: "I haven't finished reading it yet, the words on it are a little hard to read."
Mo Chen turned it over, looked at the ink-stained graffiti on the paper, and smiled knowingly.
This word is a bit difficult to recognize, no wonder the younger brother is so difficult.
In fact, if I find out these books and show them to my junior brother, I don't think he can really find anything from them.
Because these books... Mo Chen has read almost all of them before. With his aptitude, he dare not say that he has an unforgettable memory, but he will not forget the words and sentences of the books he has read. None of these books on Huiliu Mountain talked about the situation of the junior brother.
Mo Chen asked him to study mainly to give him something to do at home, or to pass the time.
"Brother, that..." Xiaodong hesitated to speak.
His embarrassment made Mo Chen think for a while: "Did Ning Yu embarrass you?"
"No, no, no." Xiaodong waved his hands again and again: "I just don't understand one thing."
There is no need to worry too much about his senior brother Xiaodong, this question has been suffocated in his heart for two days, and Xiaodong must be suffocated if he doesn't ask any more.
"Senior Brother Ning's sleeve doesn't look too big, why are you taking things out from the sleeve like left and right? What's going on?"
Mo Chen didn't expect that he was asking this, he was startled for a moment, and then laughed.
Xiaodong rubbed his nose: "I know I'm short-sighted..." He was so curious yesterday, but he didn't bother to ask.
"It doesn't matter, it's not your fault." Mo Chen said with a smile: "It's actually nothing. To put it nicely, it's called Qiankun in the sleeve. To put it bluntly, it's just a pouch in the sleeve. We also have it on the mountain. Although this kind of cyst is small, it can hold a lot of content. Otherwise, how did I pack all the various things I brought back from a long trip last time?"
Only then did Xiaodong suddenly understand. When the elder brother returned to the mountain last time, he gave him such a big and heavy piece of Linzhou warm wood. In addition to the warm wood, the senior brother brought back a lot of things. If he packed them in a package, it would be as big as half a room. Obviously, the senior brother could not carry such a big bag all the way back.
"Where to put this bag is different. Some people like to put it in their arms, some like to put it on their waist, like Ning Yu, they like to put it in their sleeves. In short, as long as it is easy to take, it doesn't matter where you put it."
Xiaodong understood now.
But... Senior Brother Ning puts it in his sleeves, it is called Qiankun in his sleeves, but the person who puts it elsewhere is called Qiankun in his arms, Qiankun in his waist? That doesn't sound like much... Well, it's not very pleasant.
Just kidding, Xiaodong is not lazy today, Mo Chen is quite satisfied after checking his practice today. (to be continued)