"Chang Yu, what you are copying is not an ancient scripture!"

On the fourth floor of the Tibetan Scripture Tower, while Li Ziye was waiting for the scholar, he came to the window, took a look at what Chang Dazui was copying, and asked with a half-smile, "Why, there are so many manuscripts of the Ancient Ran Sutra."

No place to put it?"

"Well."

When Chang Yu heard the former's sarcasm, he looked embarrassed and replied, "There is really no place to put it."

"This spell looks familiar."

Li Ziye stood aside, looking at the ghostly drawings on the pieces of papyrus in front of him, and asked, "How many times have you been punished this time?"

"Seventy." Chang Yu answered truthfully.

"This one, seventy times?"

Li Ziye picked up the talisman volume on the table and asked in surprise.

"Yes." Chang Yu nodded in response.

"After all, he is a direct disciple, so he will be ruthless!"

Hearing this, Li Ziye gloated and said that things like talismans are much more difficult to copy than the ancient scriptures. Not to mention seventy times, even a non-professional person can't copy it in one go.

All I can say is that Shuru, the old man, did a great job!

"Jiaoxi Li, did you encounter anything interesting when you went to the Western Regions?" Seeing that the scholar was not on the fourth floor, Chang Yu lowered his voice and asked curiously.

"Too many."

Li Ziye picked up a piece of tissue paper, looked at it, and responded casually, "We have them all, living and dead. Next time there is a copy, I ask you to come with me."

"good."

Chang Yu said eagerly, "My ability to draw symbols has improved greatly recently, and I need to find opportunities to practice."

"There are plenty of opportunities."

Li Ziye responded, then patted the former on the shoulder and said, "Get up and I'll draw a few pictures for you."

"Doesn't Professor Li know how to draw talisman?"

Chang Yu looked puzzled, but he still obediently moved away.

"It's just that I'm not familiar with it. It's not like I don't know how to draw at all."

As he spoke, Li Ziye picked up the talisman pen and talisman paper, compared it with the talisman on the table, and started drawing seriously.

On the side, Chang Yu watched with wide eyes, ready to laugh at any time.

Amid the nervous gazes between the two, Li Ziye chose the lowest-level spell, and then drew it with breathless concentration.

The talisman pen is the best talisman pen, the cinnabar is the best cinnabar, the talisman paper is also the best talisman paper, it is the level of the talisman, just pull the crotch to the bottom.

It's basically the shell of a Ferrari and the engine of a tractor.

"Well, very good."

About a quarter of an hour later, Li Ziye looked at the direct results of his labor and boasted with great satisfaction.

He is indeed an all-rounder!

"Is this also called good?"

Chang Yu said with a surprised look on his face, "Teacher Li, any painting I can draw with my feet is better than this!"

"Come with your feet? Please start your performance!"

Li Ziye handed over the talisman pen and said with a smile, "Let me see, if you can draw one with your feet, I will eat all the papyrus on your table!"

"I'm just talking metaphorically."

Just when Chang Yu was about to quibble, he suddenly seemed to see something and hurriedly reminded him, "Jiaoxi Li, look quickly, His Highness the Fourth Highness."ωωw.Bǐqυgétν.℃ǒM

"Your Highness, God damn it, it's really him. What is this guy doing in Taixue Palace?"

Li Ziye followed Chang Dahon's gaze and saw the figure of the Fourth Prince outside the Sutra Pagoda, with a look of surprise on his face.

"It should be to find a night teacher."

Chang Yu had an expression that I knew very well and replied, "Recently, the Fourth Highness has come to Taixue Palace several times, all to find Ye Jiao to learn from."

"How many times have you been here?"

Li Ziye looked at Mu Bai walking below, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked.

"Not a few times, today is the fourth time." Chang Yu responded.

"He's really laid-back."

Li Ziye commented indifferently, then looked away without saying anything more on this issue.

It seems that some interesting things happened in the capital during the days he left.

Mu Bai, this kid, is still too straight-tempered.

"Your Royal Highness, Fourth Prince."

At this moment, Mu Bai was walking through the Imperial Palace. Along the way, many Imperial students stopped to salute, looking extremely respectful.

Today, when the struggle between the four kings to seize the throne has been completely shattered, everyone in the entire Shang Dynasty knows that His Highness the Fourth Prince will definitely become the crown prince of the Shang Dynasty, with one person lower than ten thousand people.

Therefore, every move of the fourth prince will attract the attention of countless people.

In particular, in recent days, the fourth prince has come to Taixue Palace many times to seek guidance from Ye Xuanjiye. Such behavior is very abnormal in the eyes of many people.

Even if the life-saving grace is less than a month, four trips in a row is too much.

After all, the prince is not a commoner, and he cannot condescend to him over and over again.

It's a pity that Mu Bai, who is upright by nature, never ignored this.

"Learn at night!"

In front of the small courtyard next to the south courtyard, Mu Bai came up and called, "Mu Bai, please see me."

In the small courtyard, Ye Xuanji, who was chopping firewood, heard the sounds outside and said lightly, "You are so leisurely. Why, is it so leisurely to be a prince? You have nothing to do all day long."

After saying that, Ye Xuanji dropped the ax in her hand and said, "Come in."

"Thank you."

Mu Bai responded, walked into the yard, took the initiative to pick up the ax on the ground, and started to help chop wood.

"Tell me, what brings you here?"

Ye Xuanji looked at the fourth prince of Shang in front of her and asked.

"Come to learn some skills from Ye Jiao."

Mu Bai responded while chopping firewood, "My martial arts has improved a little recently. I hope Ye Jiaoxi can give me some advice."

"There are so many masters in the palace, why bother to come to me instead of staying close to me?"

Ye Xuanji said indifferently, "The Royal Three-foot Sword is more powerful than me. It would be more suitable for you to find him."

"My sword is what I received from the sword enshrinement. Competing with each other can no longer complement each other." Mu Bai responded in a calm tone.

"Ye Jiaoxi, are you there?"

While the two were talking, Le Ru, a man with long black hair and straight hair, wandered over outside the courtyard, stood outside the courtyard, and shouted, "I have studied another dish recently, how about we compare it with each other?"

"Come in!"

In the courtyard, Ye Xuanji heard the old man's voice outside and responded.

Le Ru pushed open the courtyard door and walked in calmly. When he saw the fourth prince in the courtyard, he was not surprised and saluted politely, "Your Highness."

"Master Leru."

Mu Bai returned the gift but did not dare to make excuses.

"What dish?"

Ye Xuanji looked at the old man in front of her and asked calmly.

"Drunken Duck!"

Le Ru said proudly, "This is the masterpiece that I have been studying for a month. Rong Rong, show me my work to Ye Jiaoxi."

"Um."

From behind, Wan Rongrong walked forward with a food box, opened it carefully, took out a clay pot, and placed it on the stone table.

When the clay pot was opened, an intoxicating aroma suddenly filled the air.

“It smells so good.”

Mu Bai smelled the intoxicating fragrance and couldn't help but praise it.

"How's it going? Is it delicious, delicious, and delicious?"

Le Ru stroked his long black hair and said proudly, "A good work should not only capture people's taste, but also be attractive enough to smell. Can you give me a review?"
To be continued...