"Haha, little brother, how about these three moves of mine?"
After I got up, my important parts were still aching. I gasped and said, "Severe...severe, so severe! I can't move at all!"
Brother Yu couldn't help but praise: "Yunfeng, although these three moves don't look very good, they are indeed very effective in actual combat."
After a while, I cupped my fists and thanked the Four-Finger Sword King for teaching me the three moves. Brother Yu admitted that the Sword King was actually a hidden master. In the future, there would be such a master protecting Doctor Fan when he traveled around the world. She I am also relieved about the safety.
.....
After lunch, I found a rare pen and paper and lay down on the table to write and draw.
"Fengzi, what are you writing?" Dou Sprout came in and asked.
I looked up at him and said calmly: "Writing a book, I plan to take some free time in the future and write a book."
Dou Sprout looked at me, his eyes almost falling out of his head.
"Hahaha!"
"Hahaha! You wrote a fucking book! You made me laugh so hard!"
"You want to die, right? Why can't I write a book?"
"No! Mineko!"
Dou Yazai wiped his eyes and said: "Do you think you are Doctor Fan? I am a college student. You are a fucking primary school student and you write a stupid book! You write a heavenly book!"
Bean Sprout looked down upon others and was too lazy to argue with him. I lowered my head and continued writing and drawing.
Doctor Fan wants to write a new paradigm medical prescription. In the future, his paradigm medical prescription may be passed down through the ages. This inspired me, and I also want to take the time to write a "Wanbao Complete Book".
This book will cover all the rare cultural relics and antiques in the world, including eight categories, including jade, wood, porcelain, bronze, gold, silver, stone, and pottery from various dynasties.
Real objects such as the Miaoyin Bird, the small bronze temple, the jade Wenming, the dragon turtle carrying the stele, the yellow intestine inscription, the five-linked soul bottle, various strange-looking tomb beasts, etc.
What these things look like, their appearance characteristics, and age value, I think they will all be written in Wanbao Quanshu. I will add rubbings or photos of the actual objects when I have the opportunity in the future.
The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. I looked up the uncommon words in the dictionary and kept writing until it got dark. I wrote more than 300 words.
Dou Sprout ran in and said, "Damn it, Fengzi, you are still writing, are you serious?"
"Nonsense, you think I'm playing?"
Dou Sprout suddenly smiled and said, "Hey, have your hands been itchy lately?"
"how?"
Douyazai said: "Fengzi, in the past two months, I have been going crazy! If I don't dig two shovels of soil! I will really get sick!"
It's okay if Dou Sprout doesn't say it, but I feel itchy when he does.
Others will certainly not understand our feelings. It is just like smoking, addictive and addictive.
Dou Sprouts came over and whispered a few words.
"Is there one in the mountains? Have you gone to see it in person?"
Douyazai said: "Panpan told me that I had already gone to see it during your absence. That place was called the Hundred Man's Pit. Panpan said it used to be a place where ancient black seedlings held sacrifices to ghosts."
The Miao people worship ghosts and gods. They have lived here in Dahou Mountain for generations. It is not surprising that there is such a place. I frowned and said, "Even if there is one, it is a sacrificial pit, not an ancient tomb."
Dou Sprout retorted: "Fengzi, you don't care who he is! Wherever there are dead people, there will be burial objects! Am I right?"
I nodded.
Douyazai rubbed his hands and said, "Then let's go do it tonight. I'll lead the way and call Brother Yu."
"Okay, let's go take a look together."
"You don't want to write a book anymore?"
I immediately threw down the pen: "It's more important to just write a few words and get down to business."
