Back away from the closed wooden door.

With a "squeak" sound, an unpretentious and simply decorated living room came into view.

In the middle hall facing the door is a picture of red plum blossoms standing proudly in the snow. The bright plum blossoms, combined with the dry stems and branches and the white snow, give it an aura of awe-inspiring beauty.

The couplets on both sides are: If you don’t change your ambition after thousands of trials and tribulations, the path to immortality will be achieved through disasters such as wind, fire, and thunder!

Obviously, this is the owner's use of plum blossoms to express his unswerving pursuit of immortality.

Xu Junming smiled faintly.

"He is also a man of strong character."

Under the central hall is an Eight Immortals table with two black bamboo chairs next to it.

There are two bamboo chairs on each side of the lower head.

There is a tea set on the high table next to it, and there are a few pots of flowers and plants in the corner, which have withered because they have been neglected for a long time.

Overall, the decoration in this living room is no different from that of ordinary people's homes.

On the left side of the living room is the study room. The bookshelf is filled with all kinds of books, not only about Shaoyin, but also about pure Yang, Yin Yang, Five Elements and other Taoist methods and methods.

I randomly pulled out a few books, and I could see various annotations in them. The fonts were beautiful and neat, and they were obviously written by women.

After flipping through it, Xu Junming found that all the annotations were meaningful, and they were obviously written after careful consideration for a long time.

Even the handwriting of many annotations is slightly blurred, which is the effect of frequent flipping.

Looking at the bookshelves full of thousands of books, this amount of reading has exceeded his.

When I walked to the desk, I saw a few large characters written with vigorous brushwork on the white paper that had turned faintly yellow.

"Nine deaths without regrets!"

The determination of the writer can be seen through the back of the paper.

Staring at this calligraphy, Xu Junming seemed to see the writer's firmer belief in his heart when he put down the pen.
Chapter completed!