The battle ended definitively with Haivey's retreat. The battle is a matter of two sides, and if one side is completely unwilling to be big, then the battle will suddenly be unfought. Haivey was reluctant to fight, so the battle was over.

Zheng Xiaotian and the three of them bought a few bags of delicious food, and then they returned to the waiting place, and then they converged with Lao Wantong.

The train is now checking. But all those who stand on the ticket, those who stand on the hard seat, one by one, how anxious is Sensei. And, if it is a hard sleeper or a soft sleeper, it is like Lao Wantong and others, very calm, this is a state of mind, it is simply a quite calm state of mind.

"Why aren't we in a hurry?" Zheng Xiaotian, who is usually very eager to go out, asked the fox. When he used to take the train, when he heard the ticket check, he was excited, and he was about to take the lead. However, now, one by one, it is simply an unhurried and super calm atmosphere.

"Why rush? Are we sleepers? In the whole carriage, there are four beds, all of which are ours. Don't grab anything. "Rauvin Passage.

Lao Wantong, usually very picky, buckle the rope. However, when it is now necessary to return to the rhythm of the Divine Doctor's Gate, then I will not pick the door. Divine Doctor, is that a sect with no money? Not. Not to mention how much money the Divine Doctor Sect has, it is simple, it is the subordinate department of the Divine Doctor Sect, good guys, they are all rich people, world-class conglomerates.

"Well, that's really not a hurry. We didn't have any luggage. Zheng Xiaotian said.

"Yes, that's why. There's nothing to rush at all. "Rauvin Passage.

Ticket checking, over time, people, that is, less and less.

Lao Wantong and the four of them also got up, bought it, and walked towards the ticket gate.

Doorway. The staff checked the tickets of the four people, and then released them.

Zheng Xiaotian is four. I found the sleeper compartment and got on the bus. To tell the truth, soft sleepers are not as good as ordinary seats in high-speed rail. But. The price of the soft sleeper is simply the same as the plane ticket.

Zheng Xiaotian didn't understand very much, why, Lao Wantong suddenly became domineering. But, to be domineering, you just fly to the rhythm of the plane, right?

Zheng Xiaotian shook his head. Don't think much about it.

Train, drive.

The train is heading towards Kawashi. Go ahead. Now, the train is only a small step, and now, the train is still a big step away. However, as time goes by, a day later, the train will enter the Sichuan City, and it will enter the station, and it will ......

None of that matters.

Zheng Xiaotian and the four of them slowly came to the soft sleeper. This, along the way. Zheng Xiaotian has a sense of rhythm that seems to have been spied on. He's like......

"All the way, you are very dignified." Linda looked at Zheng Xiaotian and said with concern.

"Well, it's very dignified." Zheng Xiaotian nodded and said, "I always feel that there is a gaze, which is a situation that is watching me at all times. Well, it's like I'm being remembered. ”

"You've offended so many people, ha, even if someone thinks about you, it's not a strange rhythm, is it." Linda was unimpressed.

Linda doesn't know what Zheng Xiaotian is like in this society. She knows Zheng Xiaotian better. She knew, good fellow, that this was a guy who usually liked to get into trouble. So......

"Well, that's what I said, then, don't care." Zheng Xiaotian nodded.

The four of them set up their own clothes. Looking at the scenery outside the car window, after getting in the car, all of a sudden, it was a little idle, I didn't know what to do.

Lao Xingyue, she took out her laptop from her body.

Lao Xingyue began to crackle.

Lao Wantong took out a yellowed book from his body, on which there were many ancient recipes clearly written, or something. These, that is simply beyond the comprehension of Lao Wantong. He is now in a temporary rhythm.

Linda, it's not for nothing, she took out three chains from her body, this length, it's only a small rhythm of one meter, she, played with it.

Zheng Xiaotian, no computer, no chain, no ancient books, he just doesn't know what to do.

"This is, idle and boring, this is, what should I do? This is ......," Zheng Xiaotian muttered. It's complete, everyone in a carriage has something to do, and it's only the rhythm that they have nothing to do. It's just a boring rhythm.

"Why don't you read a book, like me?" Lao Wantong looked at Zheng Xiaotian.

"Well, let's take a look!" Zheng Xiaotian agreed.

Lao Wantong took out a yellow book from his body and handed it to Zheng Xiaotian.

"How many of these antique books do you have on you?" Zheng Xiaotian swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He also thought that the other party directly gave him the yellow book in his hand, feelings, this is not such a situation at all.

"I also have a book about ancient literature, I can't even understand it, so don't read it. This one, it's about medical treatment, so you can still take a look. "Rauvin Passage.

"Oh, oh." Zheng Xiaotian took the yellow book in the palm of his hand, and then read it. Above, it is simply all kinds of blood in the human body, and even all kinds of cases in human beings, this is simply a book used by people who specialize in medicine. This needs to be understood. The past ten years have not necessarily been a rhythm that can be eaten through.

Zheng Xiaotian searched for it, what he lacked the most was time, if he said that he started watching it when he was born, then he really had been watching it for more than 20 years. The point is that this is from the end of the world is only more than half a year away, how temporary cramming, it is also a useless rhythm.

Zheng Xiaotian's mood was suddenly a little low. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind. The comparison between myself here and myself in time through time, that is, is different. If you say that you use ten days and half a month, it is simply a year spent in the world. Such a return is worth it. Take-out, I have the hand-in-hand teaching of Grandpa Lao Wantong, others need to eat for ten years, and I only need to eat for two or three years, then, the wasted practice time, according to the current world, is only a month's rhythm, this time, I can simply have.

Zheng Xiaotian figured this out, so the mood suddenly got better, and the mood was quite good.

Immediately, Zheng Xiaotian began to study, when would it be better to give himself a holiday. In such a holiday, Yo Xi, study Chinese medicine well, so that you can also be a rhythm of the achievement of a generation of famous doctors.

"Hey, what do you want?" Lao Wantong's fingers were in front of Zheng Xiaotian's eyes, and he shook for a moment.

"Didn't think about anything, didn't think about anything." Zheng Xiaotian waved his hand.

"Your facial expression, sometimes depressed, sometimes excited, you are really not sick, right? If you're sick, you can tell me. I can help you, absolutely, I don't have to say, I can help you without saying a word. If I can't help you, then I can't do anything. "Rauvin Passage.

"There's really nothing, nothing." Zheng Xiaotian smiled.

"That's okay, if you have anything, you just speak, don't hide it, it's a bad rhythm." Rauvan Channel.

Zheng Xiaotian nodded and continued to read the book with a sense of rhythm.

There is Yan Ruyu in the book, and there is a golden house in the book. If no one bothered, Zheng Xiaotian read the book, it would be nothing. If someone bothered, then ......

Bang, bang, bang!

There was a knock on the door.

Immediately, the door of the soft sleeper was opened, and immediately, a figure walked in. He, pushing a small cart, looked at the four of them with a smile and asked, "May I ask the four, do you have anything you want?" ”

"Bring your own, you don't need it." Zheng Xiaotian waved his hand.

"Okay!" The dining car then retreated.

The moment Zheng Xiaotian looked up at the past, the other party, that was a familiar sense of rhythm. In my mind, I turned a little bit, and suddenly, there was. He knows, good fellow, isn't that the kind of guy who found fault when he was in the middle of the train station? Now, this is the start of a cameo waiter again? What are you kidding? What the hell is going on?

Zheng Xiaotian didn't believe it when he was killed, just the aura of the other party, could it be that his waist changed and became the rhythm of a waiter? In the middle, there is something, and there is something appropriate.

"Why has your expression changed again? Did you find anything again? Linda leaned into Zheng Xiaotian's ear and asked.

The beds are divided like this, Lao Wantong and his granddaughter are up and down, Linda and Zheng Xiaotian are up and down. So, by the way, the upper bunk sat on the lower bunk, and Zheng Xiaotian's side was sitting Linda.

"I found out that someone was thinking about us. Today, even on the train, I'm afraid it's an impure rhythm. Zheng Xiaotian said.

"You said, it can't be the man at the train station?" Linda asked, casually.

"Yes, yes, it's such a man, good fellow, this is, it's coming to the door. Good guys, this is coming prepared, good guys, today, this night must be very lively. Zheng Xiaotian said.

"How can you be sure that he's only coming at night to find fault? I don't think he'll be able to find fault at night. Linda said.

"By what?" Zheng Xiaotian asked.

"Intuition." Linda smiled. (To be continued......)