The two were watching the water lilies and carp side by side. A witch came running with her skirt and said that a guest was visiting Yuan Qingsu.

"Guest? I have friends in Kyoto?" Yuan Kiyosu asked with a funny look.

"It's Genji's man," said the witch.

"No." Yuan Qingsu didn't want to say anything, "Just say, I fed the fish in the pond, my leg broke and I want to recover from the injury."

The witch tilted her head and said "Ah".

She was only fourteen years old. After hearing Yuan Qingsu's words, her eyes were big, her mouth was wide open, and she felt innocent and charming.

"Just say that, please trouble you."

"Oh." The witch's mouth turned into an "O" shape again.

She turned around and wanted to leave, and Shen Lin Yuzi called her: "Wait a minute."

The witch turned her head, her eyes shining brightly, and she stared at Shen Lin Yuzi with admiration.

"For another reason, you said: The Lord of Kyoto asked him to prepare for preaching at home and could not see guests."

"Okay~" the witch nodded without thinking.

After the witch left, Yuan Qingsu said to Shen Lin Yuzi:

"If I came to see me yesterday, I would still meet you. I will come when I am sure that I have nothing to do with Shinto today. I think it's pretty good."

After Shen Lin Yuzigang finished five words with him, he just smiled slightly, with an indifferent attitude.

In the water corridor in the distance, the witch just ran past with her red skirt.

After a while, she ran back with the hem of her skirt.

After she disappeared into the shade of the trees for a while, she entered the pavilion from behind them.

"Sir Kiyosu," she gasped, "Genji people said, come and visit again after you preach. If you have time, please visit Uji."

"Thank you," said Yuan Qingsu.

The little witch shook her head, swallowed her saliva with great difficulty, and continued to say, "Fujiwara and Saga are here, they are all here to find Lord Kiyosu."

"Sign up with the reason I just now, and no matter who it is, I will use this reason. Thank you for your hard work."

The little witch shook her head again and ran out of the pavilion with her skirt.

When she ran past the corridor this time, she met an older witch and was scolded.

Yuan Qingsu and Shen Lin Yuzi looked at their reflection in the water. They were in the same red and white witch suit and were about the same height. If one of them had not lowered his head, he would have thought that the two sisters were talking.

After being trained, the little witch dared not run away and could only use it.

After a while, the older witch appeared in the pavilion and came to find Shen Lin Yuzi.

"Master God Witch, can you please give us some advice?" The older witch asked at the age of twenty.

Shen Lin Yuzi didn't say anything. She rarely spoke, but just nodded a little coldly. She stood up, and her laziness just now disappeared in an instant.

Yuan Qingsu also followed.

The bow temple in the temple is hidden by green trees.

The witches with white robes and red treasures stood up under the guidance of Shenlin Yuzi, bowed, took arrows, pulled bows, completed, bowed, and reset.

Yuan Qingsu also took a bow.

When he pulled the bow, he obviously felt that his strength had increased a lot. I wonder if it was the influence of the dragon body.

"Mr. Yuan's bow-pull posture is so standard. Did you learn from Master Shenwu?" Several resting little witches surrounded him curiously.

"No." Yuan Qingsu let go of the bowstring and picked up another arrow, "Sixteen Nights taught me a little."

"It's Lord Sixteen Nights!"

"In the past, Lord Sixteen Nights took us to practice morning, but unfortunately, he seldom got with us when he entered the palace."

In the eyes of the witches of the Pean Temple, Jigong Shiliuye has a high prestige, even higher than the witch.

In the early morning of August 3, Yuan Qingsu just woke up from practice and heard a knock on the door.

At this time, the morning mist in the divine garden had not dissipated, as if a newborn soul was wandering.

The rising sunlight poured from the tall trees to the open space in front of the corridor, and there were columns of light everywhere.

He opened the door in confusion, thinking that another noble family sent someone to visit.

"Mr. Qingsu." The one knocked on the door was a girl wearing a quintessence and looked like a lady from a good family background.

"Are you?" Yuan Qingsu asked.

"It was Lord Sixteen Nights sent me here." The palace maid replied.

"Is there anything?" Yuan Qingsu's expression became more kind.

"This morning in the 16th night, I picked flowers in the Imperial Courtyard. I think this crape myrtle flower is the best. Let me send it to you, Lord Qingsu."

"Crabic myrtle flower?"

The palace maid took out a red flower branch from her wide sleeves. The flowers were graceful, bright in color, and with dew.

Yuan Qingsu took it and looked carefully. The figure of "Yu Neiting full of flowers blooming, Ji Gong Shiliu Ye was wearing a kimono, folded off the crape myrtle flower, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it's figure.

In an instant, he felt that what he received was not a flower, but a letter from a girl, which contained the girl's charming feelings.

"Scary." He couldn't help but murmur.

A trace of doubt flashed in the palace maid's eyes.

"Thank you for me, Shiliu Ye." Yuan Qingsu raised her head and said to her.

The palace maid nodded gently and said in a gentle Kyoto dialect: "Master Yuan, Master Shiliu Ye asked me to tell you: Don't go to Huajie, just look at the flowers more."

"Tell her, I understand."

Whether it was a flower or these jealous words made Yuan Qingsu feel terrible because they made his heart full of warmth and his chest throbbed.

The palace maid returned to the palace, and Ji Gong Shiliu Ye was trimming the flower branches picked in the morning and inserted them into the bottle one by one.

"What did he say?" she asked while cutting flowers.

"Master Yuan said: He knows." The palace maid answered respectfully.

"Received the flowers," Jigu Shijiriya inserted the flowers into the bottle, "What did he react?"

The palace maid thought for a while and said, "Mr. Yuan said to himself."

She paused for a moment and spit out the two words: "Scary."

Ji Gong Shiliuye smiled slightly and sorted out the branches in front of him: "Go down."

"Yes, your Majesty."

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Yuan Qingsu put the crape myrtle flowers in a vase, which was originally a work by the witches practicing flower paths.

After breakfast, he went to find Shenlin Yuzi, and the two made an appointment to visit the bookstore together.

Shenlin Yuzi also finished her breakfast.

For a long time, the two of them had almost the same schedule, including morning exercises, meals, class, after class, dinner, practice, and sleeping, except for bathing, the source of the source of the vernacular is shorter and she is longer.

Even if it is on holiday now, the two are still in the same mood during morning exercises and meals.

They walked out of the Heian Shrine, passed through the huge red torii, and first went to the nearby Shiya Bookstore.

As a result, it turned out that it was all modern books, which was meaningless.

After asking the person, I found out that I had to go to some used bookstores to buy ancient books.

Following the man's instructions, the two went to Chien Temple. It is said that in autumn, the annual ancient festival will be held here.

At that time, there will be a temple full of green pine trees, and there will be book stalls everywhere, with ancient books, old books, old records, and old painting collections.

The pine needles fall from the tree and may be sandwiched into a book and taken back by the book buyer.

"It's not the time to come, I can only go shopping at each store." Yuan Qingsu sighed.

"It's great." Shen Lin Yuzi said, "After the ancient festival, the books that can be sold are a small part of them. We go to the store to find them all, and we can read them all."

"It makes sense. I am worthy of being Miss Shen Lin. I am smart and think of things that ordinary people cannot imagine."

"I am smart, but you, now you are not as good as you are today."

"No matter how much praise you have, you can't express your beauty. It's okay to have a good level of my level."

"This sentence is sloppy."

"I always feel that your attitude towards praise has changed a little recently."

"Nothing is forever." Shen Lin Yuzi said a very philosophical sentence.

"My love for you, my persistence in mantras, and my love for books are forever." Yuan Qingsu said proudly.

The two of them came to the vicinity of Chien Temple and entered a bookstore called "Yoshioka", which was full of old books.

"Miss Shenlin, look." As soon as he entered the door, Yuan Qingsu took a large book from the bookshelf.

When Shen Lin Yuzi saw it, it was "Dream of Red Mansions" translated by Jing Bolingyi.

"They are all used in modern Japanese language," Yuan Qingsu read, "The translation is very detailed, and the annotations of the poems are also very thoughtful."

His attitude of comments attracted the attention of the shop owner.

"Do you understand "Dream of Red Mansions"?" asked the owner.

Recently, students at Kyoto University have not read "Dream of the Red Chamber", not just "Dream of the Red Chamber", and even Natsume Soseki, their own country.

"I haven't seen this version." Genkosu said, "I have seen the versions of Ito Sohei, Matsue Shigeo, Iiro and others."

The owner said "Oh", with a little admiration on his face and asked, "Which version do you think is the best translated?"

"Of course it's Cao Xueqin."

"Cao Xueqin?" The owner was stunned for a moment, "Isn't that the original author? What do you mean is that you might as well read the original work?"

"right."

"I naturally understand this principle, but only in terms of translation, who do you think is better?" the owner asked again.

Yuan Qingsu thought for a while: "Yuan Qingsu."

"Restoration Su?" The owner was stunned for a long time this time and thought for a while. "I haven't seen this version, nor have I heard of it."

"Yuan Qingsu is amazing." Yuan Qingsu looked serious, "I read all books and have a good understanding of the past and the present. Just the books here are about three or four thousand books. I don't have to read them, just know that he must have read them all."

"Oh," the owner exclaimed, "I really want to meet this person."

"Then, may I ask," Shen Lin Yuzi pulled a book from the bookshelf and asked like a female college student, "Have Mr. Yuan Qingsu read this book "Drawing Hundred Ghosts Night Walk"?"

"Let me take a look." Yuan Qingsu took it. This was painted by a painter named Toriyama Shiyan.

He flipped through it for a while and returned the book to Shenlin Yuzi.

"I have read it, why haven't I read it?" he said. "The 207 different monsters in it can be drawn intact."

"Can Yuan Qingsu really draw it?" Shen Lin Yuzi confirmed with a smile.

"certainly!"

"Okay." Shen Lin Yuzi turned his head and said to the shop owner, "Boss, buy a set of brushes, ink, and a scroll."

"There is no need to waste this money, right? It's not easy for me to make money," said Yuan Qingsu.

Shen Lin Yuzi ignored him, and after checking the bill, he handed him the brush and poured out the ink himself.

"Come on, Mr. Yuan Qingsu." She said with a smile.

"Huh? Are you Yuan Qingsu?" The owner felt that he was being fooled. Seeing this boy's temperament, he subconsciously thought he was a person who had read many books.

"The original name is Yuan Qingxian, and I don't know any Yuan Qingsu." Yuan Qingsu said.

"Da da!" Shen Lin Yuzi's snow-white fingers bounced the scroll and urged him to hurry up.

"I really want to draw?"

"If you don't draw, it means that everything you say is lies."

"Do you really think I can't draw it?" Yuan Qingsu picked up the pen and outlined monsters on the scroll.

Mermaid, Inuji, Mu Mei, Tengu, and Tamamomae are all vivid and exactly the same as in the book.

While painting, he also talked about the allusions of these monsters, not only Japan, but also similar allusions such as China, India, and the West, which are also known to everyone.

The shop owner stopped doing business and watched it around.

A Kyoto wife wearing a kimono, black huori, and carrying a small cloth bag, had a good temperament and listened in surprise.

The voice of Yuan Qingsu, even if you just read the name of the station in Japan, can still make the woman with lust still moved.

When I drew the "Human Face Tree", Yuan Qingsu couldn't remember how many faces there were on the tree.

Scratch your head with your pen tail, walk around the store with your hands on your back.

"Have you painted it?" Shen Lin Yuzi was reading "The Painting of Hundreds of Ghosts in a Bag", which was also written by Shiyan, Bird Mountain. She held "The Painting of Hundreds of Ghosts at Night" with her hand.

"Miss Shenlin," Yuan Qingsu came over, "I'll take a look again, just take a look."

"Okay." Shen Lin Yuzi closed the book, "I knew that there was no truth in your mouth, and there was nothing forever in this world."

This is talking about what happened just now, Yuan Qingsu said that her love for her will last forever.

"Why didn't it? Forever is forever." Yuan Qingsu thought about it before and finally started writing.

After the drawing was finished, Shen Lin Yuzi glanced at what he drew and then at the picture album in his hand.

"There are two missing here." Her snow-white fingers pointed at the album, and against the background of the dark ink, the fingers were astonishingly white.

Yuan Qingsu looked at it and cursed: "Damn it!"

He threw the pen and swore that he would never draw again.

Next is a long time to find books. The two of them plan to visit a family every day, so they can calm down and search slowly.

Yuan Qingsu saw "Zhenguan Zhengyao", "Zhu Zi's Words", "Bai's Changqing Collection" in "Siku Quanshu", and even "Seven Classics Mencius's Supplementary Literature" in "Siku Quanshu". This is the only Japanese work included in "Siku Quanshu".

"I want this book "Seven Classics Mencius's Supplementary Texts"." Yuan Qingsu said with love.

"Oh, this book," the owner looked at it, "this book has been decided."

"Has someone decided?"

"Well, Lord Sanada Chu bought it and said he would leave it here for Miss Yukiko of the Shino family."

"What did she want this to do? To them, aren't these books all hard and smelly?" Yuan Qingsu said in confusion.

"The tea house needs some hard and smelly books," the owner had no choice. "If it weren't for the much money that Lord Sanada Chu had paid and the noble status, I wouldn't want to sell the books as a decorative bottle."

"It's outrageous! How much does he pay!"

"One million yen."

"How many?!"

"One million yen." The owner repeated.

Yuan Qingsu looked at Shen Lin Yuzi and said with a flattering look on his face: "Miss Shen Lin, look, you lend me some first."

"No."

"Just this one"

"No means no."

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"You have memorized it all after reading it. What should I do if I spend so much money to buy it? I haven't paid the loan yet, did you forget?" Shen Lin Yuzi said calmly and had no expression on his face, which was very suitable for accounting.

Yuan Qingsu stroked the book cover and put the book back with a sigh.

For a person who has a collection habit, this is simply a way to prevent the Rocket from going to space and the aircraft carrier from going into the sea.

At dusk, he walked out of the bookstore with the rest of the "Siku Quanshu" and Shen Lin Yuzi, who also held several books.

"Sana Chu, I remember it," he said hatefully, "When I enter the palace to preach, I will insist on suing him!"

"What are you suing him?"

"Unknown stolen money!"

"If you don't say that other people's father is a fairy, as an official of the court, his annual salary is enough."

"I'm also a fairy in the song right away"

"Pay my debt."

"You are a god witch, and I am an upcoming singer fairy. Why do you live so hard?" Yuan Qingsu was very puzzled.

"The Shiratsuyama Shrine with a secret realm is very expensive." Miko Kamira gave a very realistic answer.

A large group of cats suddenly appeared in front of me, lying leisurely and solemnly in the golden sunset.

Their serious and indifferent attitudes made people dare not disturb them rashly, and even Yuan Qingsu and Shen Lin Yuzi had to walk around.

Not only did the two of them have no money, but they also had no face.
Chapter completed!