"The last time I encountered a chase, I told Aunt Xue after I went back. She was so scared that she didn't let me come to class. She insisted on me recovering at home, but I wasn't injured at all... The most annoying thing is that she I even wrote a letter to tell my family, and when they found out, they actually worried about my safety in the imperial capital and sent a person to protect me...I was not allowed to do this or go that way every day, ugh...it was so annoying!"
Han Chanjuan said with aggrieved expression, picked up a dead branch on the road, and waved it hatefully into the air in front of her.
"My family is also worried about you. In fact... it's also for your own good. They even sent someone to protect you? Did you hire a master bodyguard?"
He An suddenly understood the reason why he hadn't seen Han Chanjuan in those few days, but he didn't expect that her family still had such great power. He An couldn't help but asked curiously.
"No, he's just a coachman, oh... not even a coachman... Alas! I can't say, he's just an old-fashioned guy!"
When Han Chanjuan said this, she angrily broke the branch in her hand and threw it far away.
"Whether I go out to eat or go shopping, he will follow me. When he sees me talking to strangers, he will appear like a ghost... Oops, it's so annoying, so annoying!"
As Han Chanjuan spoke, she gritted her teeth and waved her fists. In He An's eyes, she looked innocent and cute like a cute girl.
"I never had a chance to thank you, so... I thought I'd treat you to a meal!"
He An turned his head and looked at Han Chanjuan's smooth cheeks, his tone was extremely sincere.
"Oh? Thank me for what?"
Han Chanjuan blinked and looked at He An playfully.
"Thank you... the healing medicine you gave me last time... was really good!"
He An felt a little embarrassed by her look, and turned to look at Fan Dazhi, who was slowly following behind.
"Hey! Is that why? But that night... you did seem to be seriously injured, which scared me to death... but it's okay, you are so alive now and you look stronger than before... Grandpa said it was a holy medicine for healing. , you really didn’t lie to me!”
Han Chanjuan had a beautiful smile and beautiful eyes. When she talked about her worries about He Anshi, she even patted her chest with her slender hands. She had a beautiful neck, straight shoulders, and a slim figure, which attracted the attention of passers-by.
"I have promised Aunt Xue that I will accompany her to Xiangshan Temple to pray for blessings tomorrow...I'm afraid I can't agree to you, but tomorrow...even if I have time, that old-fashioned man will still follow me. Alas...I don't have it anymore. A little freedom!"
When Han Chanjuan said this, her face was full of regret and she pouted angrily.
Seeing her angry look, He An was cute and funny, so he couldn't help but comfort her with gentle words. The two of them talked and laughed, and walked to the entrance of the courtyard unknowingly.
Because tomorrow is a rest day, there are some carriages, mule carts, and even two sedans parked outside the gate of Zhixingyuan, all here to take students home. Several cart drivers stamped their feet in the cold wind, waiting eagerly.
The two walked to Zhuque Street. It was getting dark and there were not many pedestrians on the street. Occasionally, a carriage passed by. The vendor selling candied haws on the street shouted feebly. The big pot selling braised food next to them was steaming, and there were waves of temptations. The scent of people wafts.
"You have money, don't spend it frivolously. Everything is expensive in the imperial capital, and it might snow again today. Go buy a cotton coat, don't freeze yourself!"
Han Chanjuan lowered her eyebrows and smiled, talking coquettishly. She was clearly a considerate girl, unlike the aggressive and unruly look she had when she first met He Anchu.
"It's getting late, how about I take you back?"
He An nodded, feeling a sense of warmth in his heart. He saw that there was a carriage and horse racing station far away, and thought about renting a carriage later. He remembered that Han Chanjuan lived in Yongningfang in the west of the city, which was quite far away from here.
"No, I'll go back by myself later..."
As Han Chanjuan was talking, a carriage came galloping over, and the hooves of the strong horse pulling the carriage flew, hitting the bluestone pavement, making a clear and crisp sound.
The carriage came roaring, and in a blink of an eye it was several feet in front of He An. The driver wore a bamboo hat and sat on the shaft of the carriage with a whip in his arms. He stretched out an arm to hold the reins, and the galloping horse was reined in. He suddenly paused, raised his front hooves high, stood up, and let out a high-pitched neigh. The car had stopped firmly.
The coachman jumped out of the carriage, and under the bamboo hat he saw only a thin face and a light beard. The other person also said calmly: "Miss, please get in the car!"
He An looked at the dark and heavy carriage and secretly marveled at the extraordinary physical strength of the driver.
"This is the old fuddy-duddy I was talking about!"
Han Chanjuan whispered to He An and walked towards the carriage with some reluctance.
"It's too cold, you should go back early!"
Han Chanjuan got into the car and waved to He An against the window.
He An took a step forward, the cold wind blew, and a pair of eyes like daggers under the bamboo hat gave him a cold glance, full of hostility.
In this cold weather, he was only wearing a thin short coat. He jumped up and sat on the shaft of the carriage. Without saying much, he raised the whip in his hand and made an explosion. The wheels rumbled over the bluestone pavement. In an instant, Gone far away.
He An stood there in a daze. The coachman's wrist did not shake when he whipped his whip, and his legs did not bend when he jumped up. Although he was restrained when he looked at himself, He An had an intuition that this person was very scary.
Judging from He An's cognition, this person's martial arts cultivation level is at least "He Dao Realm" or above.
Such a master is actually just a bodyguard sent by the Han family, and he is also a coachman. It seems that the power of Han Chanjuan's family is extraordinary.
"Everyone is gone, why are you still dazed?"
Fan Dazhi held up two bunches of candied haws in his left hand and a chicken wing in his right hand. His cheeks were bulging and he greeted He An vaguely.
"Let's go, let's go back too!"
He An took a candied haws from Fan Dazhi and took a bite. The outside was covered with a layer of sugar that was so thin and frozen that it was hard. It slowly melted in his mouth. The taste was very sweet...
After having dinner in the dining hall, the two returned to their residence. It was already dark.
He An played "Suiyun Sanshou" several times in the living room. Since the last time he broke through to the "Refining God Realm", as the realm gradually consolidated, He An had a deeper understanding of "Suiyun Sanshou".
This set of Sanshou combines the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought. It is not only capable of both offense and defense, but also greatly helps control body coordination. He An is able to make many movements that are unimaginable in the eyes of ordinary people.
He An has now become extremely proficient in the first move of "Shocking God Finger", but he still cannot fully comprehend the second move of "Slaying Immortal Finger". Every time the true energy reaches the "Patio Point" on the arm, it still stagnates.
He An carefully looked through the "Shocking Finger" secret book. The writing on this fragment of the scroll has gradually faded. According to the teacher in the library, all these words and pictures will disappear in a short time.
This fragment contains four moves in total. The last move, "Burning Sky Finger", only has half of the mental moves, and the handwriting recorded in it was a bit blurry. It really is an extremely incomplete scroll. Fortunately, the third move, "Silence" "Destroying Finger" didn't lack much. He An had already memorized it all in his mind. He had an idea and threw the secret book to Fan Dazhi, who was sitting on the couch eating melon seeds.
"Dazhi, you are a hundred times smarter than me. You can try practicing this secret book. Maybe you can understand it faster than me."
"Oh! Can I show you the two secret books I chose?" Fan Dazhi spat out the melon seed peels and picked up the secret books with interest.
"No need, I haven't even mastered the second form now, and I still need to consult a teacher for some of the mysteries of "Jinghong Sword Technique", so I don't have the energy to study the others."
He An shook his head, took out the "Longmen Dharma Notes" that Ding Wenruo had brought to him from his arms, and began to read it carefully.
"Xiao An...you said what if the secret book in the library is stolen by someone with evil intentions? Or if it spreads outside, are you afraid of being stolen?"
Fan Dazhi was flipping through "Shocking Finger" casually, cracking melon seeds and asking He An. After just a moment, the expression on his face suddenly changed.
"Huh?... Oh... Oh... I see... I'm just telling you, our teacher at Zhixingyuan has hidden dragons and crouching tigers. It's impossible not to be on guard... Hehe, it turns out that the secret book is imprinted with divine consciousness!"
Fan Dazhi muttered softly, his face became serious, and a ball of white light suddenly disappeared between his eyebrows.
"This secret book is too difficult to practice... "It's full of true energy, it's easy to lift a heavy weight, it's amazing, it's great but it's not easy to work." According to what it says, how can an ordinary person Danji accumulate so much true energy? Xiao An, I I'm all surprised, how did you do it? You're such a freak!"
Fan Dazhi was flipping through the contents of the secret book and muttering in a low voice. Seeing that He An didn't respond, he read patiently for a while, dropped the secret book, and lay on the couch with his back stretched out.
"Sigh... the last move was half missing... not fun. I only understood the first move after watching it for a long time. Xiao An... you're right, you can't bite off more than you can chew!"
Fan Dazhi rested his arms, crossed his legs, and dangled one foot leisurely. He glanced at He An, who was concentrating on reading.
"I said...Xiao An, let's go out and play tomorrow? Look at you, you practice kungfu every day and you also practice calligraphy, swordsmanship, fingering and so on. You've been a little bit...working hard recently, um, yes! It's just hard work! Look, you actually asked me a question as simple as arithmetic today. With your intelligence, you just need to calm down and think about it carefully!"
"What you said... does make sense!" He An nodded. He seemed to be a little eager to pursue martial arts recently.
Fan Dazhi sat up suddenly and said with bright eyes: "Then let's go to Luoyang City tomorrow? We have been here for so long and we haven't had a good time to go out and have fun. Well... didn't you earn a hundred taels of silver?"
"You! I have been thinking about eating and playing all day long, but I forgot to ask you, was it you who broke the formation flag that Teacher Shushu repaired today?"
He An couldn't help but feel angry and funny. He closed the book and stared into Fan Dazhi's eyes and asked.
"Uh... maybe... maybe... maybe... it's almost me!"
Fan Dazhi felt guilty when he was seen, and Sansan lowered his head and stammered.
"I couldn't sleep at night. I was really bored. I just wanted to see what kind of formation was around the women's dormitory. There seemed to be an isolation barrier outside. If my consciousness penetrated it, it would be bounced away. I thought it was quite fun! "
"What happened next? Why was it damaged?"
He An couldn't help but wonder.
