Fan Shihao held his breath and carefully touched the black mass. It would be best if Xiao Zizai is not shocked.
Hey, it hurts, it hurts!
As soon as Fan Shihao reached out his right hand, Xiao Zizai pinched his wrist.
life value
-1
-1
-1
...
Damn it, being pinched like that makes me bleed, and I can't hold on for a while.
Quick victory.
Xiao Zizai caught Fan Shihao, so naturally he would not miss this opportunity and punched him.
Hitting Fan Shihao's abdomen, Fan Shihao's body was bent like a full bow.
HP[9→0]
[The host's health is exhausted and is about to leave. ]
Fan Shihao looked at the darkness in his hand and smiled: "It's mine."
...
The next moment, Fan Shihao returned to the initial space.
Looking at the inheritance of Emperor Yanyang in his hand, there was no cover, only half of it! Kicked away the raccoon cat beside him,
He shook his head helplessly,
This young NPC in white is really outrageous. The system left the system so quickly, and he was able to react and snatch half of the ancient book back from my hands.
Fan Shihao tried to read the so-called book of inheritance, but he had never seen the words on it.
I looked back again,
No, I can’t understand it at all! And I don’t see anything special about this thing.
"System, can you translate these words?"
[Ding! Sword intent has been detected. Does the host want to absorb it? ] The system did not answer the question Fan Shihao just asked.
Sword intent? Fan Shihao was a little confused.
"Yes, I choose to absorb."
[Absorbing sword intent...]
[Sword intent is absorbed successfully! ]
[The Great Sun Sword Intent is activated! ]
[Sword body activated! sword boy,
update successed! Sword Attendant,
update successed! swordsman,
update successed! Swordsman. ]
When I first entered the art of swordsmanship, I was good at swordsmanship. The comprehension of sword manuals is increased by 30%, and the power of sword moves is increased by 30%.
Look at this, I have become a master of swordsmanship! This actually made Fan Shihao very excited.
Since you can feel the meaning of the sword in this page, it is probably a sword manual. I have received a bonus again, and now I will see if I can understand it.
Fan Shihao shook, and all the remaining pages in his hand turned into ashes.
No more!
No matter what, anyway, I lost nothing in this trial. On the contrary, my level improved a lot, and I also absorbed the sword intention. Earn blood.
[Returning to the host, what the host just held was the inheritance of Emperor Yanyang, the emperor-level technique, "Great Sun Sword Technique". The sword intention on it has disappeared, and the sword manual will not last long. ]
What? Emperor-level skills! !
The most advanced technique is not the heaven level, but the emperor level?
However, I didn’t even understand what was written in it, so that’s it?
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Fan Shihao felt pain in his body now. Like a lump in the throat.
The system did not answer.
Where's the raccoon cat? Where's the raccoon cat? Fan Shihao continued to vent, looking for Mei Civet Cat all over the space.
The plum civet cat is hanging in the air holding a purple gold bell. Looking at Fan Shihao who was already crazy on the ground, he didn't dare to say anything. Afraid of being discovered by Fan Shihao.
Jingle bell bell bell~
Fan Shihao looked up, staring at the plum civet cat with eyes shining, he found you!
...
After beating the plum civet cat, Fan Shihao instantly felt a lot more relaxed.
"Okay! It's time to go back."
Fan Shihao exited the Fang Mo space.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
It was still the same as last time, the pain felt like death, and it spread from all over the body the moment he came back.
Although I had been mentally prepared for it, when I experienced this pain again, I still screamed out heartbreakingly.
"Master Hao! What's wrong with you?"
Fan Shihao heard Song Qingyue's concerned voice in his ears. Only then did Fan Shihao realize that he had one arm around Song Qingyue's shoulder and one hand on the ground.
Fan Shihao endured the pain and raised his head. In front of him was a strange room.
He and Song Qingyue were sitting cross-legged on a high platform in the hall. There was a small table in front of each of them, with snacks and tea placed on them. There was also a conspicuous piece on his table.
Looking at the hall, there were many good-looking women, all looking at me in surprise, with panic on their faces.
"Sir, are you okay?"
Fan Shihao waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, otherwise these people would definitely rush up to confirm his status.
This is where?
As soon as Fan Shihao had doubts, a strange memory appeared in his mind. It happens when the system is hosted.
This is Yingchun Garden. This house is a storytelling hall built half a month ago, and I am currently telling stories, and all the women in the hall are my listeners!
As for why there is no man, it was also entrusted to Fan Shihao.
a month ago.
Fan Shihao entered the Fang Mo space and chose custody.
Another Fan Shihao also woke up.
At first, he was quite honest. He helped himself practice Qi every day and walked around the courtyard from time to time.
They will also try to avoid the possibility of interacting with others.
Then half a month later, a letter sent from Yingchun Garden broke all this.
On this day, Song Qingyue had just returned to the Song Mansion after handling her affairs, and met a woman outside the door.
"My little girl joins the prefect."
Song Qingyue looked confused: "Who are you? What can I do?"
This woman was Xiao Hong. She stopped Song Qingyue and handed over a letter: "My daughter is Xiao Hong, the maid of Yingchun Garden. My grandma asked me to deliver a letter here, saying it was for Mr. Fan Shihao. May I ask Fan? Is the young master here?"
"Oh? Give it to me first, and I will forward it to him for you." Song Qingyue took the letter in confusion.
Xiaohong left immediately without staying any longer. After walking a long distance, he slowed down:
"It turns out that Mr. Fan belongs to the prefect... It seems that I have no choice but to give up, but grandma is really bold and dares to compete with the prefect for a man!"
In Yingchun Garden, all the women believed that the main reason why Grandma Shen built the Storytelling Hall was to please Mr. Fan.
Song Qingyue came to the door of Fan Shihao's room. The letter in his hand was filled with a faint fragrance of flowers, which entered Song Qingyue's nose. As he looked at the letter, a trace of sadness suddenly appeared in his brows.
She didn't mind Mr. Hao and the third princess, but being mixed up with these promiscuous women made her very sad.
But what qualifications do I have to care about this?
Song Qingyue finally knocked on Fan Shihao's door.
There was no sound in the house.
Did Mr. Hao go out again?
"Is Mr. Hao here? I have your letter." Song Qingyue shouted softly. She still had selfish motives and didn't want Fan Shihao to see the letter.
Still no one responded.
Song Qingyue felt a trace of indescribable joy in her heart and put the letter away: "It seems that there is indeed no one. I can only give it to him next time."
Next time, maybe I'll forget...
Song Qingyue turned around and was about to leave when the door to Fan Shihao's room opened.
"Master Song, I was practicing just now, so the door was a little slow. Did you just say you had a letter from me?" Fan Shihao said.
Originally, he wanted to pretend that no one was there and avoid communicating with others. But when I heard that there was a letter from the host, I had to come out.
Song Qingyue's heart skipped a beat and she turned around and said, "Yes, here."
Song Qingyue took out the letter and handed it to Fan Shihao: "It was sent from Yingchun Garden."
"Thank you, I will continue to practice." Fan Shihao took the letter, kept it, and immediately prepared to close the door.
"Wait!" Song Qingyue called to Fan Shihao.
"Does Master Song have anything else to do?"
"This, that." Song Qingyue looked at the ground: "Master Hao, don't you take it apart and take a look? What if it's a very positive event? It might be too late to take a look later."
Fan Shihao frowned slightly but couldn't find a reason to refute. He lowered his hand to close the door and took out the letter again: "Head of the Song family said yes, I will take a look right now."
Song Qingyue watched Fan Shihao's every move after taking out the letter. When Fan Shihao put the letter away again, he couldn't wait to ask: "How was it? What did the letter say?"
Fan Shihao looked at Song Qingyue, and a strange light suddenly flashed in his eyes: "You want to know the content of the letter so much?"
"No, I just care about Mr. Hao." Song Qingyue looked away.
"Really? By the way, I suddenly remembered that I want to ask Master Song for help with something."
"Mr. Hao, just say it." Song Qingyue pretended that everything was normal.
"Then I'll take it as a sign that the Song family has agreed." Fan Shihao smiled and said, "Then I'll come see the Song family leader at noon tomorrow. I also ask the Song family leader to make time for me."
"Huh? Okay." Song Qingyue agreed.
The next day, noon.
"Master Song, I was planning to come find you." On the way to the study, Fan Shihao met Song Qingyue who was about to come to him.
"What a coincidence, I was also planning to come see Mr. Hao. So will Mr. Hao tell me what's going on now?" Song Qingyue asked. In fact, Song Qingyue had been preparing for this matter for a long time.
Fan Shihao grabbed Song Qingyue's hand and ran, smiling: "Don't talk, just follow me."
"Huh? Huh?"
Song Qingyue was dragged by Fan Shihao and followed behind him.
Following twists and turns, the two of them came to the entrance of Yingchun Garden and stopped.
Looking at the three big characters on the plaque, Song Qingyue was stunned and pulled her hand back: "Master Hao, are you taking me to Yingchun Garden?"
"Mr. Fan, you are here. Grandma has been waiting inside for a long time." Xiao Hong came forward and saw someone behind Fan Shihao. She said respectfully, "The prefect is also here."
"Please come with me, both of you."
Fan Shihao looked back at Song Qingyue, and once again raised his fisted hand: "You will know in a moment."
Xiaohong led the way. Seeing the scene of the two holding hands, she silently said in her heart, "It's okay, grandma. Even though the other party is the prefect, I'm still on your side."
Under the leadership of Xiao Hong, they soon arrived in front of a courtyard.
Grandma Shen has already been waiting here: "The slave family has met the prefect."
"Telling Book Hall?" Song Qingyue looked at the brand new plaque.
"Yes, Lord Magistrate. I specially set up this place for Lord Fan. Lord Fan can tell stories here tomorrow."
Mr. Hao is a storyteller? Song Qingyue's mind was a little confused: "So this was the reason why you came here before? Was it the same as in the letter yesterday?"
Without waiting for Fan Shihao's reply, Grandma Shen looked into Song Qingyue's eyes, as if you were relieved, and answered first: "That's the kind of person you are, Lord Magistrate."
It turned out to be a misunderstanding!
The haze in Song Qingyue's heart was dispelled, and her mood suddenly improved visibly.
"How about it? Do you want to come and listen tomorrow?" Fan Shihao said with a smile.
"Master Prefect, the content of Master Fan's storytelling is definitely something you have never heard of! You will definitely like it! Don't miss this opportunity." Aunt Shen also said at the side.
The second day.
Under the propaganda of Yingchun Garden, many people gathered in the Storytelling Hall, including men and women, and it was very crowded.
Fan Shihao stood on the stage, looking at this scene with great satisfaction.
As soon as the shot caught the eye, the audience immediately fell silent, and Fan Shihao also talked about "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms".
The Taoyuan Three Brothers had just finished speaking, and when Fan Shihao was drinking water, Song Qingyue came belatedly. However, the room was so crowded that we still couldn’t sit down.
Discussions broke out in the audience, and everyone was deeply attracted.
Fan Shihao saw Song Qingyue outside the room on the stage, and Xingmu took another shot: "Everyone, first of all, thank you for your support! Secondly, now there is a special guest, the Qingzhou Prefect."
"The prefect is here?"
"Ah? The prefect also came to listen to the book?"
The people in the audience became even more noisy when they heard it, and they all looked outside the door.
Fan Shihao patted Xingmu again: "Now that the hall is full, how about I have the honor to ask the prefect to come and sit with me on the stage?"
Song Qingyue sat next to Fan Shihao amidst the cheers of the crowd.
