Fan Yu slowly opened a scroll and looked at the vertical font on it: Ten kinds of medicinal properties are one of the hidden scrolls left by Partridgezi, and it is also his own record. It is quite precious. Such scroll classics are filled with several rooms, with more than a thousand sets.

This is a gift left by Partridgezi, and there are also a room of insights into gold and stone. It is probably made of alchemy and some strange experiments, which are very strange and cannot be understood for the time being.

One and a half meter long are different from ordinary paper. The material is unique, like skin and paper, not greasy and lustrous, and it has a texture when pinned in your hands, fire-proof and water-proof, and will not be eaten by insects even after being stored for a hundred years.

The above pictures and texts are very detailed, written in high-quality ink, beautiful and has a faint fragrance, and there are many other colors. The picture is on the branches of plants and trees, and it is very gorgeous, like a real thing.

In this way, I heard the cold wind whistling outside the window and the warm smoke swaying inside, and it took a day without realizing it.

"I have been holding it in for more than a month, and the fragrance of the will of the will have dissipated. It's time to go out and do it."

Put down the scroll and look at the dim sky outside, the vast white area, grinning.

He is a person who can endure loneliness, but no matter how you talk about it, he will feel restless after holding himself at home for a long time.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have a college study class to pass the time, and the results are slow, but I enjoy it.

Pushing the door out, the cold wind poured in, and only turned the true energy and the body temperature was immediately stopped. Although it still felt biting, it did not tremble with coldness.

The next morning, when I got up, I saw a group of naughty boys wearing big hats, hunched their heads and holding bamboo poles to hit the ice under the eaves.

‘Ding Ding…pa’

It was crisp and cheered, and snowmen were piled up again. Small groups rolled into large groups, stacked together, and in a short while it became a chubby person.

When I saw Fan Yu, I shrank my head, stood straight, and greeted him respectfully.

"Don't break the eaves of the house, or throw them into the snow..."

Fan Yu was very well-controlled, and then he walked out slowly with his hands behind his back and taking eight-character steps.

When I passed by the front door, I saw Da Ya practicing calligraphy in the snow, strokes and strokes, looking cute, her little face was red with cold. Ergouzi squatted beside her, her face was impatient, and her snot was icy. She swung her to her mouth, and her tongue was rolled up and she was swallowed.

"Uncle Fan."

Ergouzi rushed over like a joy, and was pressed against him again: "It's dirty, don't get to me."

"Uncle Fan, are you going out? I'll go too."

"Don't let it go, your Uncle Fan will play by himself today... learn calligraphy from your sister."

Fan Yu looked disgusted. The little guy initially thought it was fun. It took him a long time, hehe, hehe, it was really annoying.

Ignoring Ergouzi's aggrieved eyes, he accelerated his pace and walked out. After leaving the courtyard, he met Widow Liu who came back with a basket of vegetables.

Well, bulging.

There is a unique flavor on the streets in winter. The snow on the ground was trampled away, leaving black marks. A few beggars were squeezed around the corners of the wall, facing the cold wind, hoping to beg for the people coming and going.

The street was steaming hot and the vendors were shouting loudly. People from all over the world were mixed with different accents. The chariots and horse vendors were shoulder to shoulder and crowded with people. From time to time, people shouted, catching thieves, and more were watching the fun.

When the wind blows, the sound of "puff puff puff" is the signboard of various shops and restaurants. The cloth and wooden sails pass by, and the snowflakes are falling.

"Master, you have a bowl?"

"Well, let's have a bowl and add two eggs."

A bowl of clear soup noodles, a slag of green onion leaves, plus two eggs, smell it and smell it smells fragrant, take a bite of hot noodles and eat it, warm all over.

The stall is not big, with four or five benches and no tables. Seven or eight people are sitting and squatting, holding big bowls to suck, and just dealing with breakfast like this.

"Master, eight cents."

It was cheap, Fan Yu threw a bronze boy directly: "No need to find it."

I immediately touched my stomach and went to a crowded place. This street is hundreds of meters long, with hundreds of shops and three or four restaurants and restaurants. There is also a gambling stall in the corner.

As I watched, I walked and stopped, I found it fun and happy when I saw the excitement. When I saw the street performers, I just gave me some rewards.

"Oh, isn't this Brother Fan? It's a coincidence that you have gone there these days. The bet is not over yet, and everyone is still waiting."

A man in a stork hat was dressed properly, with a light-colored patch at the hem of his clothes. He couldn't tell if he didn't pay attention, and he blocked his way with a smile.

"I heard that you are sick, and everyone is still thinking about going to see you. It will be cured if you are cured... Today, Mr. Chen has saved up a piece of paper and went together in Yaxianglou?"

"Who are you?"

Fan Yu glanced at him and had some impression, but he couldn't remember it. The man froze: "Brother Fan is really good at joking. Let's go, don't let Mr. Chen wait in a hurry."

"Neuropathy."

Fan Yu threw a word and flicked the person directly. Since he had no impression, it was a character that was not important and had no need to remember.

It is conceivable how miserable this person who was despised from his predecessors was. As for Wenhui and Yaxianglou, it sounds like they were not serious, they just ordered a few girls, and everyone sat together to praise each other.

The man was stunned and did not come to his senses until Fan Yuren walked away. His face turned blue and red, and he pinched his hands tightly.

Fan Yu left Xu Yuan and did not see the person having an attack. He even less cared about this kind of person, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and he would definitely give more money to ruin the reputation of others.

He is not going to go to the imperial examination hall anymore, is he still afraid of this?

When he was not careful, he felt one hand touching him, and then turned around and stared: "You can steal it, why are you pinching my meat?"

The first time the thief encountered such a master, he didn't know how to answer for a moment, and he was stunned: "Then, then I'll pay attention next time."

Fan Yu glanced at him, looked at four or five people around him, and hummed: "With this skill, how dare you come out to steal?"

After he left, his accomplices came over and said, "What did that person say?"

The thief was stunned and confused: "I don't know."

...

The south of the city is quite large, with dozens of streets, from morning to night, just a quick look at the flowers. Halfway through the journey, there is no difference. However, some girls on the flower building are full of flowers and are adorable.

In the end, I took a bowl of mutton soup and ate a few pancakes. My stomach was full and I was so full that I felt like I was not full after a little refining.

After leaving the sheep restaurant, seeing more and more people, he rushed in and followed the crowd.

Suddenly, a quick sound attracted him. He looked at him and a strong man pressed down on the edge of an alley. He was chewing the desperately. The more the girl struggled, the more excited the man became, and his hands and feet were on the same side.

"No, don't..."

With a hurry, trembling, fear, and the figure and the empty alleys around, Fan Yu immediately had thousands of stories in his mind, summarizing the city's words: Heroes save the beauty.
Chapter completed!