Chapter 737 The Mysterious Scholar

A small shop in the corner of the village is very inconspicuous, even crude, and ordinary small shops sell nothing more than elixir, weapons and talismans, but this small shop sells books, and there are pictures of calligraphy and painting.

  Obviously, such major repairs are extremely rare in the immortal world, let alone in such a small village.

   Chen Fan looked at the hanging calligraphy and paintings, all of them were from the hands of the strong, but they were also written with pen and ink on ordinary paper, not rare treasures, at most they were some calligraphy and paintings that seemed to be from everyone's hands.

  But the books on display are ancient books of some ages, and they are preserved so well, which shows that the owner is also a book lover.

  Just love books, why sell books?

  Chen Fan walked towards the small shop, the main purpose was to see if the small shop sold a map of this world.

   "Squeak!"

  At this time, a wooden door in the small shop opened, and a young man dressed as a scholar came out, holding a piece of calligraphy and painting in his hand, the ink on it was not dry, as if it had just been finished.

  He had a slight smile on his face, as if he was very satisfied with the calligraphy and painting.

  However, when he saw Chen Fan outside the door, he couldn't help being startled, and immediately smiled kindly: "Fellow Daoist, are you interested in my calligraphy and painting? You might as well take a look."

   "You love these calligraphy and paintings so much, why did you sell them?" Chen Fan asked.

The scholar was taken aback for a moment, obviously he didn't expect Chen Fan to ask this question, he shook his head and said, "Fellow Daoist may have misunderstood, to love these calligraphy and paintings, you don't have to keep them for yourself, just because I like these calligraphy and paintings, so I think Make them more popular."

   "What if someone who doesn't cherish calligraphy and painting comes to buy them?" Chen Fan asked again.

  The scholar smiled and said, "No way, people who don't love calligraphy and painting, how could they come into this small shop of mine?"

  When Chen Fan heard the words, he smiled and nodded. This answer is quite reasonable. He is not fond of calligraphy and painting, but he is also interested in some profound ancient books.

   "Besides..." At this moment, the scholar suddenly spoke again.

   "People who don't like calligraphy and painting, it is impossible to see my calligraphy and painting, they will only see a blank sheet of paper."

   Chen Fan was startled when he heard the words.

"Fellow Taoist, why do you explain this?" Chen Fan asked. The scholar's words were a bit ambiguous. If it meant the literal meaning, it would be clear that this person has extraordinary strength and can make people who don't like calligraphy and painting People can't see all the writing.

  But if you think about it deeply, it can be understood that for people who don't like calligraphy and painting, these words and paintings are like empty objects and blank paper in their eyes.

  The scholar didn't answer, but smiled lightly and said, "It's what you can think of, fellow daoist."

Chen Fan was dumb, and didn't ask any more questions, at least he could feel that the scholar's Dao rhyme was far more unpredictable than his own. He thought that he had cultivated the Dao spirit to perfection in the Great Cultivation Immortal Realm, but he never thought of this place. Only to find that there are countless masters.

  Scholar's words are like empty words, but they can make people think deeply. After thinking deeply, they find that they are completely incomprehensible and quite elusive.

  Chen Fan didn't think too much about it anymore. He still had a real business to come here. He asked, "Fellow Daoist, is there a map of this world for sale here? It doesn't matter how big or small it is."

"Map?" This time it was the scholar's turn to be dazed. He looked at Chen Fan quietly for a while, then shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "I thought I met a bosom friend, but I didn't expect to come here for the map. Fellow Daoist, don't blame me. What you said just now, just treat it as nonsense."

   After finishing speaking, he turned and walked towards the bookshelf, reached for it, and pulled out a worn animal skin from an old book.

   "Fellow Daoist, this map is a bit old, if you don't mind it, then take it." The scholar handed the animal skin to Chen Fan.

"I don't know how many spirit stones are needed?" Chen Fan took the animal skin, looked at the lines on it, and suddenly found that the pattern drawn on the map did not show the whole picture of this world, but the size was far beyond his imagination, at least comparable to two The Eastern Wilderness Continent.

"Fellow Daoist, there is no need for spirit stones. My small shop has not been visited by anyone for thousands of years. It is also fate to be able to talk with fellow Daoist today. Besides, a mere map is based on the place I walked many years ago. It is not the whole of this world to draw, and it is not difficult to draw another one now." The scholar shook his head and smiled kindly.

   "Then thank you fellow daoist." Chen Fan was taken aback, but he stopped being polite and accepted the animal skin. After all, a map is not worth a lot of spirit stones, and people who are at the level of a scholar will not care about those spirit stones.

   "Well, where do you want to go, Fellow Daoist?" The scholar nodded and then asked.

  Chen Fan shook his head slightly and said, "Just walking around."

   "So that's the case, but with the current strength of fellow Taoist, I'm afraid I can't go far." The scholar said bluntly.

  Chen Fan was startled, and looked at the scholar suddenly, but found that the scholar still had a slight smile on his face, without any hostility, as if it was just a kind reminder.

"Fellow Daoists don't need to be too cautious, I don't have any hostility. It's just that after looking at these calligraphy and paintings for a long time, my heart is pure, and I can see more clearly. Fellow Daoists have changed their appearance and aura. It must be the rumored Eighth Ninth Mysterious Art. "The scholar continued.

  Chen Fan couldn't help being moved, the scholar didn't use any formulas, but he directly saw through his transformation body, and even guessed that he used eight or nine mysterious skills.

   "Who are you?" Chen Fan asked in a deep voice.

  The scholar smiled and said: "My subordinate Yang Jian, fellow Taoist has countless secrets, but I have long been tired of those fights, and I don't have any malicious intentions."

"What, you are... Yang Jian?" Chen Fan was shocked. This name is one of the great figures in mythology. There is indeed such a person even in the fairy world. Shaw's ancestor.

   But this is a character from the ancient times, how could he appear here? He even abandoned his armor and halberd, and instead fell in love with calligraphy and painting.

"Fellow daoist is indeed not from this world. The name is just a code name. Don't be too persistent. I am not the person that fellow daoist thinks. I am the next person. That person has nothing to do with me." Scholar Still very calm.

  Chen Fan already understood in his heart that this Yang Jian should be the real big shot after Dao Yun was stolen by Tian Dao after the big shot took down the first person of Tianjiao, and then he was reborn in this world.

  Because the real person may have died for endless years, even if he is not dead, he may end up in the same fate as the fat Taoist priest and the others, unable to return to the past.

  Thinking of this, Chen Fan put away the astonishment on his face, looked at the scholar and said: "Chenfan, today, I will remember the kindness that Daoist Yang bestowed on the picture, so don't let it go."

   "Fellow Daoist Chen, please stop." However, when Chen Fan turned around, the scholar suddenly opened his mouth to stop him.

  Chen Fan's heart trembled, and he looked at him calmly.

  The scholar smiled and said: "I have something here. I took it from myself, but I have hidden it for many years. Now that I see a fellow Taoist, I think it might be appropriate to give it to a fellow Taoist."

   "What?" Chen Fan frowned, he couldn't feel any hostility from the scholar from the beginning to the end, but he couldn't see through the scholar, and he was still a little vigilant.

  The scholar glanced at Chen Fan's eyebrows meaningfully, and immediately said: "A perfect eye!"

  (end of this chapter)