Thinking about the problem of food and clothing, I completely calmed down, and I didn't think about the Spring and Autumn Dream of being an emperor.

But another irrepressible thought came to my mind:

I'm a double crossing!

can go back and forth, this mud horse has a lot of forks, but how to solve it? Flipping houses? It seems to be blind, there was too much wasteland in the Tang Dynasty, and there was a lot of money, no one wanted it at all, so I just found a wasteland and built a house by myself. Alas, flipping houses is not going to work. I can, I can ......

After thinking about it for a long time, I really couldn't think of what I could do for a while.

In the end, it was decided that to learn martial arts well in ancient times, you must visit a famous teacher. Learn a good skill, and I must no longer let Gao Laizi bully them, and I can't let my current classmates look down on me.

Yes, that's it, visit the Master.

But think about it again, can't apprenticeship cost money?

Where does the money come from, do I still need to be hungry if I have money?

In the end, I returned to the original point, no, we must solve the problem of food and clothing first.

Bring some money back? I can't use the renminbi, even if I can use it, I'm afraid I can't bring it back, I remember that every time I wake up, it's another tattered costume. If you can bring it, you can bring back the most basic panties.

Gather your heart, or think about how to improve it according to the current situation.

I tried to put away the clutter of thoughts. I thought about the dilemma I was in with Lan Ge'er and them now.

There's no good way to break your head.

Alas, isn't there a vegetable leaf, by the way, it seems that the people of the Tang Dynasty did not stir-fry, they don't know how to use oil!

The thought immediately stimulated me and made me sit still in surprise.

Although I remember that I have not seen anyone use oil in the past few days of my life, what if all I see are poor people, they cannot afford to use oil.

Directly hit the keyboard, a check, I was happy, really in the Tang Dynasty was not used oil, there was no stir-frying, until the Northern Song Dynasty only had oil, but that was nearly a hundred years after the Tang Dynasty. This discovery made me happy.

oil, stir-fry.

I also looked up a lot of recipes, as well as how MSG is extracted and how other ingredients are made.

I looked it up on my computer all day, and I took a lot of notes.

At the end of the day, and with the basics of cooking at home, I felt like I had what it took to be a chef. Many of the recipes are well understood.

In the process, I also found a strange phenomenon, it is easy to remember everything I see, as if it is imprinted in my mind without effort, is this the legendary ability to remember?

I didn't have this kind of ability before, how did this come about?

And yesterday when I played cards with the sea, I thought about it afterwards, and I can indeed remember the cards, that is, at a glance, I remember it clearly.

Come to think of it, these things are still related to my headbutt.

Could it be that he was really knocked out of the other half of his brain? Let your own head develop and hang up?

Thinking about it again, it's impossible, from childhood to adulthood, it's not once or twice that I've been hit, and I've been beaten several times, how can this effect happen just this time?

I pondered it and suddenly thought of an important plot.

That butterfly!

The brightly colored, glowing butterfly.

And that old book in thread.

Right!

It seems that it is still necessary to go to the library.

Looking at the time, I saw that the library was closed in less than an hour. Without saying a word, he went to the library.

Fortunately, the library was not closed, and the teacher who looked at the library looked at the watch, a little disgusted that I came too late, but fortunately, the teacher remembered that I was the classmate who was injured last time when he helped move the books, and he couldn't bear my kind words and persuasion, so he agreed to let me go in and have a look.

I went straight to the target and came to the place where I had moved the books last time. It didn't take much effort to find the thread-bound book.

It can be seen that the thread-bound book is indeed an old book. The book was charred and yellow, and the pages were as brittle as the leaves, and it was even worse if it was not turned twice, but there was no difference in it. It's always older, the font is still traditional Chinese, and I don't know if it's from the Republic of China or at which time, but it won't be a much older book.

However, the cover of that book is different, although it is stained with blood, it still makes people feel thick and textured. If the guess is right, it should still be my blood.

I looked at the torn skin, but I saw no silk. Where did you go? Maybe it's really lost. I rummaged through the bookshelves, but I couldn't find anything. And while people were not paying attention, they tore up the unbroken cover of another page, and there was nothing in it.

Alas, I think there is a mystery on the yellow silk cloth, which may not have much to do with this book, because the age of this book is not too old, and I feel that the silk cloth should be more aged, and it should be a modern person who sews the more ancient silk cloth into the book cover. But the silk cloth should be almost rotten, and I don't know if I want to throw it away as garbage.

I felt a pang of regret in my heart. Just as he was regretting, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a yellow cloth corner under the bookshelf in the corner. My head slammed.

I pretended to be tired, crouched in the corner of the bookshelf, and picked up the dirty, tattered rag that no one was paying attention to.

Wow! And so it is! It's still stained with blood, and it looks like it's a mess. But I don't care.

Overjoyed, regardless of anything else, he directly opened the silk cloth that was gathered up, and saw that the blood was all over it, but the original butterfly was gone!

When I was disappointed, I felt that the blood stains on the cloth were a little strange, just like a human form.

My heart moved, and I was busy staring at it. But I suddenly saw that it was not because my blood stains were blurry, but there were several pictures of a person who looked like a Taoist priest. I vaguely recognized that there were nine pictures in total.

The nine pictures are all painted by a Taoist, he seems to be drunk, staggering, or upside down or crooked, none of them stand upright, and the posture of the nine pictures is also different, as if he is chasing something, and it seems to be avoiding something.

And there are a few lines of small characters attached to the side of each picture, as thin as a grain of rice, and my eyesight is now different from the past, and my eyesight is excellent, otherwise I can't see what words are written.

But I can see it clearly, but I can't understand it, it's definitely an ancient text, not something that a student like me can understand.

But I still looked at the patterns and words as carefully as I could.

As soon as I used my heart, I only felt that something was suddenly surging in my heart, causing my entire blood veins to boil and rise directly to my brain. In an instant, I didn't even feel like I was in the library, as if I had entered a situation where there was nothing else and there was only me and Tu.

Then, I felt that the image was infinitely magnified in front of my eyes, and my whole body felt as if I was about to be sucked in.

Suddenly, those villains seemed to be alive, no longer a fixed pattern, but a dance, leaping, and flying up and down.

I couldn't help but marvel, thinking that I was dazzled, and I just wanted to rub my eyes and look again, but I didn't want those villains and words to fly towards my head like they were flying.

I was so scared that I hurried to protect my head.

But those villains and words actually passed through my hands, and they all got into my brain, and I only felt a cold in my head, as if there was a substance into my brain and heart, and I couldn't help but exert my hands and scream.

There were not many people in the library at this time, but there were still a few hard-working classmates who looked at me with disgust.

I smiled and waved my hand, whispering that I was sorry.

When others stopped paying attention to me, when I looked at the drawing again, I found that my hands were empty, there was no yellow silk cloth anywhere, and there was nothing between my hands.

I looked down for a long time, but I couldn't find a single piece of shredded paper.

I'm going, aren't I dazzled, and I have a delusion again?

It seems that this illness is getting worse and worse.

If you look at a cloth, you can see that the flying man is coming.

At this time, the library teacher also informed the students that the door was closing, I quickly picked up the old book just now, I didn't want to take it in a hurry, it was rotten many pages, the teacher saw a look of unhappiness and came over and said: "You classmate, why are you so careless, you tear up the book." ”

The teacher came up and asked for the thread-bound book in my hand, but as soon as I started it, the book was even more rotten, and one book fell one after another as if it were broken, not a single page was complete, and even the cover was shattered.

The teacher couldn't help but be embarrassed and said: "It seems that you are still to blame, it's not your fault, it's that this book is too old and weathered." ”

The teacher knows how to use words, and the books are weathered. I smiled in my heart. But suddenly I saw a yellow granular powder under my feet, like the crumbs of a snack.

My heart moved, and I saw that the color was not a broken page of a thread-bound book, but like a ......

The weathered scraps of the yellow cloth just now.

Could it be that I wasn't dazzled just now, and that there is indeed a picture in the yellow cloth?

Thinking of the drawing, nine small figures suddenly and clearly popped up in my mind, and they kept changing their postures and dancing in my mind......

And the more you dance, the clearer it becomes, the more flexible the posture becomes, completely like a living villain, dancing in your mind, very cheerful.

The teacher saw that my face was different, and mistakenly thought that I was worried about losing money for the book, so he said with a smile: "This classmate, you don't have to worry, this book is rotten, I don't blame you, I will write an explanation, you don't have to worry, let's go back to the dormitory to rest." ”

The teacher's words woke me up, and the villain in my mind disappeared instantly, as if I could play hide and seek.

I hurriedly said thank you to the teacher, and the books and silk were gone, so I left the library empty-handed.

Back in the dormitory, I lay down on the bed after a simple wash, when I thought about the drawing, the nine villains appeared again, kept dancing happily in my mind, I actually stupidly tried to communicate with them, but I didn't pay attention to them for a long time, just kept dancing, and each villain danced according to their own routine, sometimes alternately, sometimes one or two at the same time, or even more.

When I mistakenly thought that I had encountered some fantasy event, I tried my best to communicate with them, but I tried my best to no avail, until finally, I suddenly realized that these villains were not really villains, but the memories of looking at the pictures in my mind.

It turned out that the images and words on that drawing were already engraved in my mind.