Daming Taoist Medicine

Chapter 35
Look carefully and draw carefully.

Half an hour later, a stack of precise pictures finally came out in Yang Fan's hands.Everything is ready, only Tiefang is owed.

After a short rest, Yang Fan took out the secret book that Yang Tielan had lost, and opened it carefully. The book is not like armor, so it is not easy to detoxify.But don't forget that the value of a book is never the material of the page, but the text on it.Although it cannot be sterilized, it can be re-transcribed.

Yang Fan is not good at calligraphy with soft pens, but he likes to copy books with hard pens.This is because he was naughty when he was a child, and his grandfather always punished him to copy books and meditate, so he was indirectly forced to invent the pencil, so in the industry of copying books, it is well-deserved to say that Yang Fan is the number one in the industry.

Because Yang Tielan used a gun, Yang Fan also copied a cheat book on marksmanship.He studied hard, understood repeatedly, and wrote his insights and experiences in books.

After writing the last word, Yang Fan got up and moved the bed away, turned a switch, and walked down slowly holding the oil lamp. There were no rare treasures underneath, but there were hidden things even more precious than rare treasures.

Light up the oil lamp, and you will see that in the basement, the bookshelves are arranged in an orderly manner, and the books on the shelves are neat and tidy. There are not many books, but they are all famous classics, medical books, exercises, secret books, and they are clearly separated; .

Yang Fan marked the newly copied "Sword of the Spear" with the word "36", and put it on the bookshelf in an orderly manner.He didn't stay for long, smiled slightly, turned around and left the basement.

Yang Fan's smile is a kind of indescribable satisfaction, not only satisfied with getting a good book, but also satisfied with having read all these books.What made him feel most fulfilled was that in the basement, there were 36 volumes of heaven-level exercises, 72 volumes of earth-level exercises, and [-] volumes of medical classics, all copied by himself.

Tossing and turning, eyes closed.

Yang Fan suffered from insomnia again.

Today, it was not because of the anxiety caused by hatred, but because of the discomfort of the boy turning into a man, and the lingering figure in his mind.

Yang Fan has met a lot of people, but he doesn't remember many faces, because he suffers from facial forgetfulness, if he introduces famous faces to him face to face, it doesn't matter how famous they are, and you ask him to name who is who, guarantee wrong.

It was Yang Fan who couldn't remember other people's faces like this, but now he was repeatedly thinking of Yang Tielan, the woman who made him a man.

He didn't think she was ugly, and he didn't think that the birthmark was too much of a spoiler, but he felt that the birthmark was like a butterfly looking at her, lingering and forgetting to return.

Closing his eyes to no avail, Yang Fan had no choice but to get up and work.

Everyone's excellent surgeon is a hidden master tailor because of his flexible techniques and delicate techniques.

On the table, scissors, cloth, needlework, bamboo ruler, drawing paper, and chalk are carefully arranged one by one.

This is Yang Fan's working state, whether he knows it or not, he does it seriously and meticulously; neatly and meticulously.It is precisely because of this attitude that no matter what he does, he can quickly excel.

Speaking of why Yang Fan, a big man, knows how to tailor, we have to start with underwear.It can be summed up in just a few words: when I was a child, I was shopping, jumping up and down, kicking and practicing kung fu, and it was very easy to get fucked.So underpants came into being in Yang Fan's hands, and gradually... they never returned on the road of sissy.

Yang Fan is not the only one suffering from insomnia.

On the north shore far away from the island, a woman sits quietly by the campfire, holding a book and thinking seriously.

This woman was the culprit who caused Yang Fan's insomnia.

This book is the "Longevity Classic" that Yang Fan originally planned to write to Wu Qi, but was left behind in the corner of the wooden house due to water soaking.

Yang Tielan likes this book, not because it is a secret book of Tianji's health and martial arts practice, but also because it has Yang Fan's writing and signature on it.

Seeing words is like meeting each other.

If you want to talk about why Yang Tielan wants to drive Yang Fan away, if it is a man, the monk Zhang Er must be confused, but if it is a woman, it is necessary.

First, if a woman does not retreat but advances in this ridiculous beginning, it will inevitably make men feel that you are casual and belittled.

Second, beautiful women are often let down, Yang Tielan doesn't think she can be favored by happiness.Even if it is really happiness, you will be afraid of being hurt by happiness.

Thirdly, Yang Tielan knew that Yang Fan only wanted her to save her, not because he loved her, this was the essence.

Fourth, no woman would remain indifferent when her man felt sorry for another woman. Even if Yang Tielan knew that she was not entitled to be jealous and to enjoy Yang Fan to herself, that still could not deprive her of her immature self-willedness.

So Yang Tielan drove Yang Fan away, which is a very normal behavior for a woman

As far as Yang Fan's handwriting is concerned, it is delicate and standard, quite satisfactory.Just like Yang Fan himself, he is handsome, elegant, and cute.

Yang Tielan could never get tired of watching it, and she was thinking about it.He was fascinated by watching, and was so absorbed in thinking that two blushes could not help appearing on his cheeks.Against the backdrop of the bonfire, it is like a flower blooming, with a charming temperament.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Yang Tielan's expression changed dramatically in shock.

Yang Tielan grabbed the pear flower gun and asked loudly, "Who?"

There was no response from outside the door.

In the wilderness, alone and weak, Yang Tielan was naturally afraid of encountering villains.It is true that she has a first-class realm, but first-class is not invincible, not to mention that no matter how invincible she is, she is just a girl.

Women are naturally more afraid of the dark than men, and they are naturally more afraid of loneliness than men. This has never changed.

Yang Tielan pricked up her ears to listen carefully, vaguely feeling that the person coming and going was far away, so she covered the pear flower gun with her hand and braved to open a crack in the door.

Seeing no one outside the door, he opened it.

There is a package outside the door.

If you have traveled too much in the rivers and lakes, you will lose your courage.Yang Tielan picked the package into the room with a pear flower gun, and checked it by the campfire.

A secret book, a set of clothes, some weird and embarrassing shorts, some banknotes, a stack of papers, and a letter.

Yang Tielan read carefully, she could recognize the handwriting on the cheat book.

Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something, and she ran towards the river without fear of the darkness outside.

On the surface of the river, the wind is blowing and the humidity is long.

A lone boat in the middle of the river swam quietly towards Wanzhu Island.

Yang Tielan stood desolately on the shore, the lone boat docked, but Yang Tielan felt that she had left the port.

Now that I have brushed shoulders, I will go back sadly.

The secret book is exactly the one that Yang Tielan threw to Yang Fan, it is not lost and recovered, but never lost.Yang Tielan didn't feel that Yang Fan lost the secret book, because no matter what he wanted, as long as she had it, she would give it to her.

Yang Tielan hugged the cheat book and smiled sweetly.

Because she saw a lot of experience and opinions written beside the secret book, like a lover whispering concern.

Since there was a letter, Yang Tielan naturally had to read it first.

At the beginning of Tie Lan, Yang Tie Lan felt a pang in his heart.

You and I are strangers, I don't know Iraq, and Iraq doesn't know me.My original wish was only to save people, but I missed Qingqing instead.I am sincerely afraid and very uneasy.

I wanted to be responsible to Yi Ren, but I never gave up.It's just that since the girl has no intention, I can't force it.

Even if the girl hates me and drives me away, I don't blame you for abandoning you.Although it is inconvenient for me to bother you, I have made some considerations and plans for the girl, so that I will feel less apologetic and uneasy.

I have re-transcribed the secret book that the girl gave me, so that there will be no risk of poisoning. If you have some opinions, listen to them if they are right, and ignore them if they are wrong.

As for the clothes and underwear, I made them with my own hands. I don't know if they fit you well.The pictures on those papers are me drawing the clothes size and style, the style is fashionable, comfortable and fit.I give you this production method and process, plus 520 taels of silver bills, in order to give you another means of earning a living, opening a textile factory or a clothing store, so that your future life can be filled month after month.

My humble opinion is not considered true knowledge, but it is my heart.

It's too empty to say blessings, and it's too light to take care of yourself.

Speaking of your tomorrow, I can't even give it to you, but I still want to get involved.

Signed: Yang Fan.

Yang Tielan hugged the clothes, sat calmly on the bed, sniffed the clothes close to her nose, lay down flat, and closed her eyes gracefully.

Calm down and take it easy.

Not long after, Yang Tielan's legs were like hot wheels, swaying in circles, dancing, ecstatic.

If it wasn't dark outside at this time, Yang Tielan would definitely go to her father's new grave to offer incense, and tell her father that someone wants his daughter, and that his daughter has someone she likes.

That person is nice, really nice.

Yang Tielan shed tears while smiling.

For Yang Tielan, this night was destined to be sleepless.

But on the other hand, after Yang Fan returned to the island, he didn't sleep either.

The internal injury is healed, the internal force is surging, the spirit is excited, and the realm seems to have improved. If it is not for the original injury, I think that with the strangeness of the "Double Cultivation Technique", I must have accumulated so many years of "accumulation and thin hair". Raising a small realm should be More than enough.

Since you really can't sleep, you might as well not sleep.

Yang Fan killed chickens and made soup, inspected the dormitory, re-covered the quilts and tucked the corners of the quilts for those disciples who were not sleeping honestly.

Before dawn, Wu Qian was woken up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Yang Fan's handsome face slowly approaching. Wu Qian thought it was a dream, and immediately hooked Yang Fan's neck and didn't let go.

Yang Fan caught a lazy pig with a smiling face and dragged her away from the warm bed.

Wu Yan is actually awake, but he still pretends to be crazy and foolish, closing his eyes and talking in his sleep.

Yang Fan resorted to the long-lost "koala hug" and put Wu Qian on the chair. He said helplessly, "Stop pretending and eat."

Wu Yan opened his eyes, and saw a cup of chicken soup on the table steaming slightly, and happiness slowly rising in the soup pool.

Wu Yan smiled and said, "Did you make it for me?"

Yang Fan smiled and said, "Otherwise, who will I do it for?"

Wu Yan said softly, "You are so kind to me."

Yang Fan: "Silly girl! Don't be sensational, don't be flirtatious, eat well. I'm going to take my disciples for morning exercises."

Wu Qian: "I'm with you too."

Yang Fan shook his head: "The cultivation of the Longevity Sutra does not rely on vigorous exercise, but on the strength of calm energy. You should practice according to the Longevity Sutra."

What Yang Fan said was true.The practice of the Longevity Sutra is actually a bit similar to yoga. It should be quiet rather than moving, and it should be slow rather than anxious.

Seeing the back of Yang Fan going away, Wu Yan stared at him obsessively, giggling.

(End of this chapter)