"Ah? That's great!"

Jin Yilei was overjoyed when he heard this, and even his eyes became extremely sharp.

No one understands the value of a weapon repairer better than him. From the first time Chen Shaojun repaired a magic weapon, he knew that this gentleman was just practicing casually and would definitely repair more powerful magic weapons in the future.

"Don't worry, sir, I'll go get ready right away."

Jin Yilei left in a hurry.

Chen Shaojun strolled around the lower ruins, bought some spiritual herbs, elixirs and magic tools needed for his practice, and then headed towards the nearby Bipu Study Room.

Chen Shaojun did not lie. The pens, inks, paper and inkstones in his study had never been replaced after his father's accident. He indeed needed to buy some replacements.

After passing through several streets, before reaching the Bipu Study Room, bursts of loud talk immediately reached my ears.

Chen Shaojun raised the car window and took a look. He saw some literati in Confucian robes talking loudly about poetry and articles in a nearby teahouse. The Zi Zhang School, Zi Si School, Yan School... were all among them.

This is Wenlou.

Wenlou does not refer to a certain place, but specifically to the places where scholars gather.

There are at least twenty or thirty such literary buildings in the capital, where they are all places for discussing poetry, poetry, and exchanging knowledge.
Chapter completed!