"This is actually the case!"

Fang Zheng showed surprise, and the excitement that was pressing on his heart was pressed down. He carefully used a wooden stick to lift the golden color from the fire.

This is a silk book.

I don’t know what material it is made of, but it won’t burn when it is fire, and its golden color becomes more pure at high temperatures.

The material is very soft and thin, and it is a circle larger than a piece of A4 paper when spread out.

It should be because it was just taken out of the fire and it was a bit hot to the touch.

There are complex patterns and words on it, which cannot be seen clearly in the hazy night.

Fang Zheng put out the fire and hurried back to the main room.

When I came to the bedroom, I opened the silk book under the oil lamp, and all the things on it were revealed in front of me.

The thin silk book has words embroidered on both sides.

The words are not much larger than rice grains, and they are so dense that they are probably thousands of words.

There are four images on one side, some like the talismans he remembers. Each image has written notes under it.

The other side is mostly text, and there is only an extremely abstract image in the smallest part.

"Xuan...yin...what shape."

The four big words on the top made Fang Zheng guess three.

As for the last one...

"It should be a refining!"

"Xuanyin refines the shape!"

Fang Zheng's eyes flashed and he couldn't help but feel excited.

After calming down your mind, turn over and have a name below the four images.

"The evil-breaking talisman, the ghost-killing talisman, the corpse-killing talisman, the yin-condensing talisman into the body."

"call……"

Fang Zheng let out a long breath and slowly put down the books and silk in his hand.

Whether it is the way the silk book appears or the name recorded, it doesn't look like an ordinary thing.

As for the specific content written on it, you still need to crack all the text above to know.

The text here is similar to the previous life, but it is also slightly different.

Even if Founder University studies this major, it is still unrecognizable.

not to mention.

There are many Taoist terms on this silk book, which touches his blind spot in knowledge.

"It seems that I need to have a good time here tomorrow."

After pondering for a moment, he put away the silk book, cleaned the room, and lie on the bed with his clothes.

The wooden bed is simple.

There is a straw mat underneath and a linen on her body.

In summer, mosquitoes are indispensable, and even breaking a door can’t stop these little things, and the sound of buzzing in my ears is endless.

Fang Zheng lay on the bed and waved his hand, driving away the mosquitoes, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

No alcohol will help you sleep tonight.

He was just a little bit old, and last night he met a ghost, a wizard, a strong man, and just bought a silk book hidden in his clothes.

At this moment, thoughts in my mind are rising one after another, and I can't fall asleep.

The more I want to suppress my past relatives and friends, the harder I can control my longing for the past.

Finally, he had no choice but to stand up.

I lit the oil lamp and watched the contents on the silk book over and over again, until the lamp was dry.

Close your eyes, your mind is full of tomorrow's plans

Buy books, buy bedding, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar...

There is no paper in the toilet and only one set of clothes is not good. I don’t know how people here brush their teeth...

If the oil lamp is gone, you have to buy a broom or a bucket.

Rice and flour are essential.

The dishes and cooking items used for dinner today are all from my neighbors, so I will remember them tomorrow.

Two stale money, I don’t know if it’s enough…

After spending money, you have to find a job to live. What can you do here?

He was drowsy and didn't know how long it took for him to fall asleep, so he was exhausted both physically and mentally.

…………

"Whoa whoa……"

"Woom..."

The sound of chickens and dogs that resounded throughout the streets came to my ears in sequence, and also woke Fang Zheng up from his sleep.

He opened his eyes, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

I seemed to have a nightmare last night, but I can't remember the contents of the dream clearly, and I only remember it very terrible.

After calming down, he stood up and put on his clothes.

The clothes given by the magistrate Wang were good, but they were actually silk and very smooth to the touch.

Cross-collared long clothes, trousers, and round cloth shoes.

Although the shoes are still a little bit of a sling, they are not hindered from walking.

It was still early in the morning, but there were already many entry on the street.

I didn’t see Zhang Chuwu, and no one knew anyone else. Fang Zheng, who was a little introverted, did not say hello to anyone.

Maxing Street is located in the south of the city, not far from Zhangjiahouxiangxi Street, just walk by.

It was almost six o'clock, which was halfway through Mao here, and his square figure appeared on the bustling street market.

This place is much dilapidated compared to Xingfu Street that I passed by yesterday, but it has more traffic.

In addition to store shops on both sides of the street, there are also many temporary stalls set up.

There are purchases and sales of utensils involving all aspects of life, and shouts are connected together, somewhat like the gatherings in my impression.

There are four storefront rooms at the end of the street, with a large character written on the flags in front.

Book!

"Cheer officer."

As soon as he stepped into the shop, a servant came over with a diligent look on his face: "What do you want to see? We have the latest time texts here, as well as the newly compiled "Cheng Mo Tong Literature Records" and "Collection of Famous Artists in the Capital".

"this……"

Fang Zheng licked the corner of his mouth and said embarrassedly: "If you want to read, what book do you need to read?"

As he finished speaking, bitterness in his heart.

I thought I had experienced more than ten years of study, but I never thought that I would have to start from scratch when I came here.

"Learn from literacy?"

The servant smiled and said, "The guest officer bought it for the children at home."

"If you want to know words and books, the villain recommends a thousand-character text, which is the most suitable to read with various classic books."

As he said that, he skillfully took out a few books from the bookshelf and placed them one by one in front of the front.

Fang Zheng picked up the thousand-character text, flipped through it casually, and asked, "How do you buy this thousand-character text?"

"One Hundred and Sixty Months."

“…”

Fang Zheng twitched his mouth.

When he came, he ate a cake on the street, plus a bowl of tofu soup, which cost only five cents in total.

This book is so expensive!

Thousand characters are very thin.

Suppressing the impulse in his heart, Fang Zheng pretended to be calm and said, "This thousand-character text can only recognize words, can there be comments or something?"

"have."
To be continued...