Soon, a rabbit leg was wiped out by the white-clothed scholar.

The white-clothed scholar looked at Fang Zhengzhi again, and then stretched out a white, hand-trimming hand.

All right......

Since he had decided to give up this curly-haired rabbit, Fang Zhengzhi didn't think about keeping a few more bites, and handed all the remaining rabbit meat to the white-clothed scholar with annoyance.

Then, I also ate the snacks next to me.

These snacks are all specialties of the mountains, some dried goods, some fresh fruits, in addition, there are also fruit wines specially made by Fang Zhengzhi, there are grapes, there are sweet oranges......

Although it is not as stimulating as spirits, it enjoys its own sweetness and fragrance, and it is home-brewed, which is naturally not comparable to those black-hearted merchants.

The white-clothed scholar's hand reached out unceremoniously again.

Fang Zhengzhi took a sip of the bottle by himself first, and then handed the wine bottle to the white-clothed scholar.

The white-clothed scholar was stunned for a moment, looked at the wine bottle that Fang Zheng handed over directly, hesitated for a quarter of an hour, and finally took a small sip very carefully, and then, his eyes lit up......

The bottle never came back.

"Bandits, robbers!" Fang Zhengzhi scolded in his heart, thinking that the other party could be regarded as a prospect no matter what he said, and the customer was God...... Well, bear with me for a while.

......

After eating and drinking, Fang Zhengzhi took the white-clothed scholar back to the village to watch the horses, preparing to complete the transaction early, and then sent the white-clothed scholar on the road.

But......

As soon as I got home, the accident happened.

The villagers in the mountains are always very enthusiastic about treating foreign guests, and Qin Xuelian is naturally no exception, as soon as she saw Fang Zhengzhi coming back with a scholar, she thought it was a friend who went to the exam together, and immediately warmly welcomed the white-clothed scholar into the house and sat down.

And Fang Zhengzhi was very unceremoniously led Chiyan Xuexia to his own stable.

By the time Fang Zhengzhi got everything right, things seemed a little out of control.

"Zheng'er, how can you do this?!" Qin Xuelian was a little angry.

"Uh......" Fang Zhengzhi looked at Qin Xuelian's expression and knew that his mother was still too pure.

"Entertaining guests is what we should do, how can you take advantage of other people's horses. And...... It's still such a precious horse, you can't do this kind of thing!"

“......”

"Well, Zheng'er, your mother is right!" Fang Houde also spoke at the right time.

“......”

Fang Zheng looked straight at the scholar in white. The white-clothed scholar sat on the chair very indifferently, looking at Fang Zhengzhi with an innocent face, as if to say, you can do it yourself.

"Mistake!" Fang Zhengzhi secretly regretted in his heart, but he forgot Qin Xuelian and Fang Houde's opinions.

Could this be the idea of the scholar in white?

Although some are unwilling. However, Fang Zhengcheng was unwilling to disobey his parents' orders.

"Let's go, don't change it!" Fang Zhengzhi was helpless.

When the white-clothed scholar heard this, the corners of his mouth showed a smile again, and then he walked to Fang Zheng's side with a mysterious face.

"Just now I heard your mother say that you are going to the Shenhou Mansion for a banquet in a few days, and I don't have anything important, so I might as well wait for you for a few days, and then. How about an exchange when you leave the village?"

"Not very good?" Fang Zhengzhi felt that this was still against Qin Xuelian's intentions.

"A gentleman promises a thousand gold, how can I break the contract?" the white-clothed scholar had an embarrassed expression on his face.

Fang Zhengzhi looked at the embarrassed expression on the white-clothed scholar's face, and always felt that this matter didn't look right, and it felt like the other party had calculated everything.

Problematic......

But what's the problem?

What is the purpose of this guy? Stay in the village for a few days? There is no need to go through such a big effort, just throw a few taels of silver, and you can stay in the villager's house.

"Okay!" Fang Zhengzhi agreed, and he decided to see what the white-clothed scholar had in mind.

When the white-clothed scholar heard this, his face also laughed. His eyes were as bright as stars.

......

The next thing was very natural, Qin Xuelian heard that the white-clothed scholar wanted to stay in the village for a few days, so she immediately prepared a room very enthusiastically.

Fang Zhengzhi subconsciously wanted to oppose it, but he thought about it. It's better to keep this guy with you than to throw it outside.

......

The next day, nothing happened, everything was calm.

In the early morning, Fang Zheng reads upright, and the white-clothed scholars also read. At noon, the two eat at the same table, and in the afternoon, the white-clothed scholar will go around the village, and in the evening, eat and read again......

It felt like a family.

......

On the third day, Fang Zhengzhi discovered a strange thing, when the white-clothed scholar went out in the afternoon, he always casually threw the books he read in the morning on the table.

......

On the fourth day, the same was true.

......

On the fifth day, it was the same.

......

On the sixth day, Fang Zhengcheng finally couldn't bear it anymore, and picked up the book on the table while the white-clothed scholar was going out.

"After living in my house for so many days, you always have to pay some rent, right?" Fang Zhengzhi didn't feel any problem at all, and directly opened the book.

When I saw it, I was stunned for a moment, it was actually a book describing martial arts moves.

Fang Zheng's eyes immediately lit up, what is he lacking the most now?

It's just that......

Does this count as stealing?

It's okay, it's okay, how can it be considered stealing?

Fang Zhengzhi quickly put this idea behind his mind and read it very seriously, and then he found that this book was a bit miscellaneous.

If I had to describe it in one sentence, it would be a hodgepodge.

Swordsmanship, marksmanship, stick, knife......

A variety of moves are gathered in one book, and, very particularly, each weapon has only one move, and each move is particularly simple to describe.

For example: What is the way of all things contained in this move, where are the major difficulties, and how powerful is it?

And then......

And then it's gone!

It looks like the outline of the move.

"What kind of broken book is this? Could it be that guy reads so many books?" Fang Zhengzhi was a little surprised.

Generally speaking, aren't they all titles like "The Thirteen Swords of the North Gate" or "The Nine Guns of the South Mountain"? Then, there will be the main points of each move and style, and there will even be pictures to show them.

But this book does not have any such narrative, let alone a picture of the moves to match.

Simple is a bit too much.

Although he had some doubts in his heart, as Fang Zhengzhi said, what he lacked most now was moves, even if it was a very simple outline of moves.

But......

Something is better than nothing.

......

On the sixth day, a book appeared on the table again.

The same cover, the same hodgepodge, however, the content is completely different, and there are new moves, the same one move for each weapon.

Fang Zhengzhi pressed the unhappiness in his heart, continued to look at it, and studied with a firm attitude like a sponge that had been dry for a long time.

......

On the seventh day, another book was changed.

......

Day 8, the same ......

Day 9......

......

Twenty days later, before dawn, a loud neighing of horses woke Fang Zhengzhi from his sleep.

"Not good!" Fang Zhengzhi immediately thought of something, and before he had time to put on his pants, he turned over and went to the yard.

At a glance, sure enough, Chiyan Xuexia had disappeared from the stable, and not far away, only a white-clothed scholar was left riding the back of Chiyan Xuexia.

Then, the white-clothed scholar turned back.

There was a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, but when he saw Fangzheng's straight and smooth thighs, the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

"Shameless...... Shameless !!"

Fang Zheng listened to the scolding from afar, and gestured a middle finger towards the back of the white-clothed scholar with extreme unhappiness.

"I'm shameless? The person who eats and runs away is the most shameless, right? What about the good exchange? What about the trust between people?!"

Although Fang Zhengzhi was very unhappy, he still didn't make the great move of running wild in the village without wearing pants, so when there was a noise in Qin Xuelian's house.

He rolled over and went back to his house.

"Zheng'er, what's wrong?"

"Mother, it's nothing, it's just that my Red Flame Xuexia is gone!"

......

Two more days passed, and the first rays of sunlight in the morning shone into the Fang family's small courtyard.

Qin Xuelian was preparing the dry food on the road for Fang Zhengzhi, and looked at Fang Zhengzhi very seriously.

Fang Zhengzhi was looked at by Qin Xuelian and something was not quite right.

"Mother, what's wrong?"

"Next time you come back, remember to bring the 'Ancient Goose' back!" Qin Xuelian explained to Fang Zheng very meaningfully.

"Gu Yan?" Fang Zhengzhi naturally knew that the Gu Yan in Qin Xuelian's mouth was the name of the scholar in white, but what did it mean to bring it back?

Oh, by the way, that guy lived in his house for twenty days and didn't pay for the house!

"Mother, don't worry, I will definitely catch him back!" Fang Zhengzhi patted his chest and promised, he beat geese all day long, but he was pecked in the eye by the geese, how could he let him go easily?

......

Compared to the loneliness of walking alone when I left the village last time.

When Fang Zhengzhi left the village this time, the momentum was obviously huge, and the villagers of the whole village were sent to the entrance of the village together, seeing Fang Zhengzhi riding on the silver-scaled horse, Qin Xuelian finally couldn't help it and shed tears.

And Fang Houde comforted him on the side, and gave Fang Zhengzhi a few encouraging looks.

Zhang Yangping still stuffed a money bag, but it was no longer broken silver, but small silver tickets.

"Stay safe on the road!"

"Hmm!"

Fang Zhengzhi nodded, said goodbye to the villagers, and spurred his horse.

......

A month later, at the gate of the magnificent city, countless pedestrians and carriages shuttled through the capital of the five prefectures of the Northern Desert, and there were merchants with flags enthusiastically greeting the guards at the city gate.

As an important city guarding Beibang, Golden Scale City has a unique iron-blooded taste, and the most special thing is that there are always teams of soldiers with bright armor patrolling back and forth in the city.

Compared to the tranquility in the Shinhe Mansion.

The level of security here is obviously several times stronger. (To be continued.) )