Lined with bright lights, because Zhang Yang was standing on his body, the shadow inevitably extended from Zhang Yang's feet and was printed on the two books in front of him.

Condescendingly, looking at the almost indistinguishable herbal drawings on the two books, at this moment, Zhang Yang's eyes opened imperceptibly, revealing a state of shock.

A brief look of surprise floated from the bottom of his eyes, and Zhang Yang rushed out of the pavilion. After blinking, Zhang Yang flipped through the counter, found a pencil, and ran back to the pavilion again.

After a slight hesitation, Zhang Yang gritted his teeth, and violently tore off a page from each of the two books. Because Zhang Yang tore off the same number of pages, except for the slight difference in the herbal illustration above, the handwriting on it is almost identical.

Thinking of the flash of inspiration in his mind just now, Zhang Yang actually overlapped the two torn pages together.

Frowning, looking at the paper that was a little withered and yellowed because of the age, Zhang Yang couldn't help but think. At this moment, the afterglow swept violently to the dazzling light above his head, and Zhang Yang raised his hand slightly to point the two overlapping pages at the blazing white light source.

Originally, because of some yellowed pages, because of the light shining like this, vaguely, the content of the later page was vaguely printed on the first page.

The overlapping handwriting is almost the same, and even in Zhang Yang's eyes at this time, it is as if there are two pages, as if they were originally one. Even so, the reason why the two pages overlapped at this time was that on the page in front of the head, there was a faint picture of the herbs on the page behind it.

Because of the slight difference in the position of the herbal illustration on the two pages, it was inevitably a blur of traces outside the outline of the herbal illustration on the first page when the blazing white light illuminated it.

Eyebrows were raised, and the other left hand, which was holding a pencil, was quickly raised, and a dotted outline was drawn on the first page. After doing this, Zhang Yang unfolded the two pages again, and laid them flat on top of the previous half-table and half-bed.

Probably because of the use of thick ink in the rubbing methods of these two books, the color of the herbal illustrations, even after years of washing, still maintains a thick feeling. At this time, his eyes focused on the page in front of his head just now, and carefully looked at the original herbal illustration, as well as the outline outlined by the pencil next to him, and Zhang Yang's eyes couldn't help but climb into a daze.

frowned, pondered for a long time, and even unconsciously flaunted the half-squatting legs, which inevitably appeared sore. Shaking coldly, Zhang Yang almost sat down on the ground, shook his head helplessly, Zhang Yang supported the existence of the half table and half bed in front of him with one hand, and slowly stood up.

Walking back and forth for a while, Zhang Yang had to move his legs, which were obviously stiff. Although he walked back and forth and moved his legs, Zhang Yang's eyes remained on the page. But even so, after his legs lost that numbness, Zhang Yang still couldn't find any veins.

Sighing helplessly, Zhang Yangsuo temporarily suppressed the confusion in his heart.

Glancing at the Compendium of Materia Medica, which had each torn off a page, Zhang Yang hesitated for a while, and then hissed, and in a moment, all the pages of the two Compendium of Materia Medica were carefully torn off.

Perhaps it was because of the idea of being a dead horse as a live horse doctor, Zhang Yang, who couldn't find a clue for the time being, kept comparing the lights above his head, and outlined the outline of another volume of herbal medicine drawings around the herbal drawings on the pages of the book.

Unconsciously, I don't know how long it has been, and even the reason for tossing back and forth like this, because from time to time compared to the blazing white light above his head, Zhang Yang's eyes are inevitably a little glazed. But even so, looking at the two stacks of pages neatly laid on the bed table at this time, Zhang Yang had not yet found any clue in them.

Frowning tightly, looking at all this in front of him, Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel a feeling of congestion in his heart. Gritting his teeth and looking at it again for a moment, Zhang Yang shook his head, and had to admit that he really couldn't find the secret for the time being.

pinched his sore hands, and in desperation, he had to stack and stack the pages in their original order. But Zhang Yang put it away, and his hands snapped suddenly.

His eyes were a little indifferent, and after Zhang Yang was stunned for a while, he sat down on the stool made of the tattered wooden box, spread out the pages again, and quickly took a pencil and marked them on the books.

After a little effort, he took a rough breath, Zhang Yang threw the pencil to the side lightly, and looked at the lines marked by himself on the pages in front of him with a look of surprise in his eyes.

Standing up violently, he glanced at the tiled pages again, probably because he didn't think the field of vision was high enough, Zhang Yang stepped on the tattered wooden box again.

He looked down again, and at this moment, the corners of Zhang Yang's mouth couldn't help but rise slightly. Jumping quickly from the tattered wooden box, Zhang Yang actually separated the two pages that were originally overlapping everything, and only collected the marked pages together.

Holding a pencil in one hand and the marked pages in the other, Zhang Yang lifted them in order, two sheets, two sheets, and carefully marked them with pencils against the light overhead.

I don't know how long it took, but at this time, a page in Zhang Yang's hand had been marked with a line segment in a mess. But even so, if you pay close attention, you can detect these chaotic line segments, but they invisibly form a map-like existence.

Looking at the page in his hand, a map sketched by himself, the surprise color in his eyes was inevitably mixed with a flipped expression.

Originally, Zhang Yang thought about it, and thought that the secret hidden in these two books must be similar to the technique of healing the essence and opening the pupil, but he didn't expect it to be such an inexplicable map.

After realizing that it was not as he had guessed before, Zhang Yang's eyes unconsciously flashed with disappointment. But such a disappointed color didn't last long in Zhang Yang's eyes, and in the blink of an eye, after Zhang Yang's eyes flickered, an excited fluctuation flashed in his eyes.

Suppressing the speculation that had just surfaced in his mind, Zhang Yang quickly cleaned up the pages on the bed table, and focused on the pages that had been marked, and put them away separately.

After doing this, Zhang Yang carefully folded the page that had been completely marked out of the map, put it in his pocket, and then glanced at the pavilion, and saw that there was indeed no behind, and walked out of the pavilion quickly.

Probably having some calculations in his heart, Zhang Yang did not delay at all, and directly opened the locked store door and walked out.

Because of the previous toss, Zhang Yang originally thought that it was only an hour or two, but at this time, looking at the already darkened sky, as well as the street lamps around him, and even the occasional scene of some old men and old ladies strolling through some fruit stalls on the side of the road, it suddenly attracted a lot of publicity.

Shaking his head with a wry smile, Zhang Yang dispelled the helplessness in his heart, thought of the scheming in his heart, thought about the impressions in his mind, glanced around, and saw that there was indeed an Internet café not far away, Zhang Yang hooked the corner of his mouth, and walked over quickly.

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