Chapter 10: Entering the Cabinet

I can still distinguish the value of genuine treasures from replicas

Time passes quietly; when we arrived, the sun was shining brightly in the sky. In the blink of an eye, it is now the sun setting in the west

Qin Feng felt utterly perplexed. What original treasure imitation? It wasn't mentioned in the book. However, this old man seemed so eager for his couplet; could it be that this thing was truly some kind of treasure?

The title "The Morning Text" is indeed somewhat intriguing

Previously, he only knew that the ninth rank of Wen Sheng was the foundation, and the eighth rank was the clarity of mind, but he was unaware of what the subsequent realms were called. This book, "The Morning Text", contains the corresponding records.

Calligraphy is an art that emphasizes individuality, and different people have different perspectives on it

The old man from Bai Li waved his sleeve, and two white scrolls floated up, simultaneously radiating a white light that intertwined and reflected off each other

Um ... ...

"What are you doing?" The old man looked on with a face full of vigilance

The old man held the white scroll in his hands, examining it back and forth, truly unable to part with it: "Qin's young lad, I underestimated you after all"

As his body recovered somewhat, Qin Feng stood up and brushed off the dust from his clothes. Just as he was about to reach out to receive the next couplet, he saw Cang Fei Lan, with an unchanging expression, tuck the blank paper for the next couplet into the demon-slaying order at her waist.

Qin Feng suppressed his excitement and focused his attention on his eyes, which suddenly flashed with golden light. Without wasting a moment, he began to quickly flip through the books on the first layer.

This Listening Rain Pavilion is truly remarkable; not only is there a wide variety of books, but each one is also a masterpiece. The content is detailed, and there are numerous annotations. In the highly martial environment of the Great Qian Dynasty, it is not easy to collect such works. What exactly is the identity of that old man

This ... ... is actually a book about the literary sage's teachings!

You, young lady, this couplet is of little use to you; why compete with me over it? If it really comes to it, how about I give you the first line?

Qin Feng wore a puzzled expression, and upon looking at Cang Fei Lan, he saw that she had already ascended the stairs to the second floor

At the very top of the attic, white mist swirls, obscuring the view, as if it were the peak of a mountain deep within the clouds

What happened

Seeing this scene, Qin Feng was utterly perplexed. However, he truly did not expect that Miss Cang would argue vehemently with that seemingly extraordinary old man over her belongings.

It is ... ...

In a moment of doubt, Qin did not notice that a book on the right side had inexplicably moved position, shifting to his side.

Cang Feilan paid no attention and took the lead, with Qin Feng closely following behind. The two of them stepped through the entrance of Tingyu Pavilion, one in front and the other behind

It is better to focus on reading; if I can memorize all the books here, even if the literary essence I absorb does not help me reach the ninth rank, it will not be too far off!

Do not waste time, let us go in earlier

Qin Feng stood frozen in place.

Yes, that's it

Beside the entrance of Tingyu Pavilion, the old man Bai Li sat with one leg crossed over the other, squinting his eyes in leisurely contentment. A gentle breeze passed by, lifting the white hair on his forehead, and the corners of his mouth suddenly curled up slightly.

At this moment, Cang Feilan extended her fair arm and placed it in front of the old man

Qin Feng's actions did not cease, as he changed the book in his hands one after another

Seventh-rank integrity, sixth-rank divination...

This object is a treasure, possessing its own space; what you see on the outside is merely its facade. Cang Fei Lan looked around, a hint of excitement revealed in her light blue eyes, and beneath the black scarf that covered her face, a subtle sound of swallowing could be heard.

He even speculated that there are almost no books on the Wensheng Dao lineage available in the market of Daqian City. Could it be because the content within is so deserving of a beating?

Heh. Qin Feng let out a cold laugh, his words few and precious, fully displaying the demeanor of a person of high caliber. The feeling of being looked down upon and then being slapped in the face was truly exhilarating! ... However, the cost was somewhat high; even now, he had not fully recovered his body.

When Qin Feng saw this, his eyelid twitched. If this statement were to be seen by someone from the Divine Martial or Hundred Ghosts sects, they would surely tear this book to shreds

The hand suspended in mid-air appears so awkward

As he quickly flipped through the pages, Qin Feng was thoroughly engrossed, gaining a deeper understanding of the literary and philosophical traditions.

Why would he stay in such a remote place as Jinyang City

Looking up, the exterior of the loft appears modest, yet inside it astonishingly reaches a height of nine stories

After he finished reading this book, he casually reached out, and the book fell into his hands

The opening of the homepage states: "All pursuits are of low status; only reading is esteemed high"

The elder reminded: "Only the lower three levels are permitted for browsing"

In ancient times, scholars often considered themselves to be of high moral standing, and this phenomenon seems to have changed little even during the grand era of Chongwu

It seems that she definitely has me in her heart, feeling quite pleased

The strong-willed Cang girl throughout her life... Qin Feng curled the corner of his mouth, choosing not to comment.

The old man began to act shamelessly, like a protective parent, holding the blank scroll tightly in his arms

Cang Feilan regained her previous demeanor, cold as ice and poised with elegance, and said lightly: "This couplet was written by him; on what grounds do you keep it hidden? Hand it over!"

What is the corresponding line?

Qin Feng flipped through the books, ready to read at a glance, but the content on the first page left him stunned in place

This couplet is indeed good, but unfortunately, the characters in the lower line are rather ugly. The old man from Baili sighed.

According to the previous agreement, the two of you may enter together. The old man Baili coughed lightly, and naturally rolled up the lower couplet, intending to tuck it into his bosom

Upon fully stepping into the attic, he could not help but be astonished by the scene before him. The style of the attic resembled a spiral staircase found in Western Europe, with each level presenting a circular shape. The walls surrounding it were adorned with an array of books, the quantity of which was simply beyond counting

Are there any food options? Besides books, is there anything else here

How is this possible? Qin Feng looked at the book with a face full of disbelief

The old man Bai Li scoffed, reclined back into his rattan chair, and leisurely waved his fan, as if this outcome had long been anticipated by him

Cang Feilan gazed at the couplet in the old man's hand, her淡青色 eyes seemingly glowing with delight. Although she was clearly overjoyed, she disingenuously remarked, "It's not bad, but if you give me a bit more time, I could come up with something too."

If I remember correctly, your dragon whisker pen is almost used up. " Cang Fei Lan narrowed her eyes slightly, and upon hearing this, the old man widened his eyes, then struggled with his expression, ultimately unwillingly presenting the second couplet with both hands

Miss Cang, my lower couplet ... ...

However, what exactly just happened? I clearly only wanted to simply write the second line, yet there was a powerful resistance hindering me. If it weren't for the support of Shenhai Chinese, I fear I wouldn't have been able to write a single word

I wandered around to find something to eat, you can do as you please. With this remark, Cang Feilan left on her own.

You know nothing, this is called wild cursive... Qin Feng's face flushed, as he was still justifying himself in his heart

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng raised his eyebrows. The exterior of the loft appeared to be only three stories high, making the old man's words truly perplexing.