"Zidai, you...... Brother Fang Xuan, I didn't know you lived here, I'll move in with Zidai later. Ye Qingxue, who had never experienced this kind of situation, saw her best friend, and ran away without any righteousness, so anxious that she hurriedly explained to Fang Xuan that she didn't want to be treated as a casual girl by Fang Xuan.

"Qingxue, you're too good at hitting people, aren't you?" After Fang Xuan heard Ye Qingxue's words, he made an exaggerated embarrassed face.

"Brother Fang Xuan, why did I hit you?" The anxious Ye Qingxue looked at him with a blink, puzzled.

"Do you think my looks will scare you into nightmares?" Fang Xuan pursed his lips, a serious way.

"No, Brother Fang Xuan, I didn't mean that." Ye Qingxue hurriedly waved her hand and denied it.

"Then didn't you say before that you knew that I was here, so you moved down to live with Lin Zidai? Does I look so scary? Or do you think I'm a flood beast that will eat you? Is it so scary to live next door to me? After a series of rhetorical questions, Fang Xuan made a very hurt look.

"Brother Fang Xuan, I really didn't mean that, I just ......" Ye Qingxue lowered her head and was so aggrieved that she was about to cry.

"You just don't want me to think like you're a casual girl, and you don't want your best friend to misunderstand with the others, right?" Seeing the goddess's crying appearance, Fang Xuan hurriedly said.

After hearing his words, Ye Qingxue raised her head and looked at Fang Xuan, her big watery eyes seemed to say that you just know.

"Qingxue, forgive me for taking the liberty of taking the liberty of being presumptuous, I would like to ask how old you are this year?" Fang Xuan took a deep breath and looked at the beautiful goddess in front of him and asked seriously.

"I'll be twenty-two at the end of the year, Brother Fang Xuan, what's wrong?" Although Ye Qingxue was a little puzzled, she still told him.

"Qingxue, you see that you are also eighteen years old, and you belong to adults, right?" Fang Xuan talked eloquently, saw the goddess nodding, and continued.

"Since we are adults, can we not live in the eyes of others, be more natural and be confident, isn't it? Besides, even if you move in now, won't they make fun of you? ”

After listening to his words, Ye Qingxue pulled the long hair in her ears, and said with a tangled expression: "Brother Fang Xuan, then what should I do?" ”

"It's simple, you remember that as long as we act right and stand up straight, others can make fun of him, otherwise the more you think about it, the more you will be tired, right?" Fang Xuan replied in a tone from someone who had come over.

"Oh, okay." Ye Qingxue pursed her lips thoughtfully, as if this was really the case.

"Okay, although I don't know why you suddenly came to Shu City, what I do know is that you must be very tired, go and rest early." After Fang Xuan finished speaking, he straightened her somewhat messy hair, smelled the fragrance coming from the beautiful woman, took a deep breath and said softly: "Good night, good dreams." ”

"Brother Fang Xuan, good night." Although Ye Qingxue was a little moved in her heart, she was quickly replaced by a shy mood, and with a red face, she hurriedly said goodnight and entered the door to close the room.

How can he fix people's hair and say good night and good dreams to each other, isn't this a dialogue between couples?

Brother Fang Xuan, what kind of person are you?

It's night, and the moon is slightly cool.

The next morning, the weather was very clear.

After breakfast, the girls made an appointment to go shopping in a nearby shopping mall.

However, Fang Xuan relied on the memories of his previous life to come to an old street where there were words written everywhere.

Probably because it was early in the morning, there were many people who got up early to exercise, and there were also people who were eating breakfast in the noodle restaurants and restaurants on both sides of the old street, and it seemed that there were a lot more people than in the previous life when the demolition was going to be carried out.

Soon Fang Xuan was in the depths of this street and found the old bookstore he found when he was wandering around in his previous life, which was only the size of a storefront, and he still remembered the name of this old bookstore vividly.

The Huang Family Bookstore is the name of this bookstore.

The owner of this bookstore is an old man with a ruddy face with a pair of reading glasses for many years, Fang Xuan remembers that others call him Old Man Huang, and in his previous life, he set up a stall in front of his house to sell books.

After Fang Xuan entered the store, the kind old man who was lying on the rocking chair holding a copy of "Story Club" and reading it with a good taste, raised his reading glasses and nodded at Fang Xuan, indicating that he could read the books in the store at will, and then continued to read his books attentively.

The reason why Fang Xuan came here to buy books in his previous life was because he liked books on Taoism and Buddhism.

In particular, he basically wanted to read all the books recorded in the "Daozang" and "Tripitaka".

However, many of the books on the Internet are incomplete after being copied and moved, and only the thread-bound books in this old bookstore are more original to read.

Sometimes Fang Xuan often thinks:

Why do people, animals and plants have birth, old age, sickness and death?

Why can't people photosynthesize like plants, so that they don't have to eat?

And how did the calendar come about?

How did the earth where humans live come to be?

What exactly is time and how did it come about?

What exactly is space and how did it come about?

What was before time and space, and what will be in the future?

Do those legendary and mythical gods, demons, and monsters really exist? If they exist, what kind of existence is it?

From the perspective of science and technology, he would only get some general term answers, which were not what Fang Xuan wanted, so he wanted to figure out these things from the perspective of various literature.

That's why whenever he has free time, he will go to some old bookstores or street stalls to find some Taoist and Buddhist classics to read.

Although he has a vivid memory, if he comes across a good book, he will also buy it.

After all, even if you remember it, there is always a time period, right?

If you don't watch it for a while, you will still forget. A good memory is not as good as a bad pen, that's the truth.

He remembered that the book he bought in his previous life with a picture of "Extremely Small", the book was called "Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra", which was bilingual in small seal script and Sanskrit, and it looked like the paper was a little yellowed, and it was very old.

However, Fang Xuan searched around and didn't find the copy of the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra, and when he was about to ask Boss Huang, he saw a boxy box on top of the bookshelf against the wall directly north. Although the box was placed on a three-meter-high bookshelf, Fang Xuan gently leaned over and took it down.

When he got this box, Fang Xuan's first reaction was that it was a little heavy, and it was covered with a thick layer of dust, so he couldn't tell what material it was.

Soon Fang Xuan cleaned up the dust on the box and found that it was a bookcase made of red pine wood.

He opened the bookcase and saw that it was the "Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra" that he was looking for, a double translation of the seal and Sanskrit, in addition to a copy of "Cihang's Inspiration for the Treasure of the World", a copy of the "Three Qing Sutras", and a transparent crystal with a prismatic shape the size of an index finger.

At this time, the old man Huang who was sitting in the rocking chair also helped his reading glasses and looked at him.

"Old man, how much are these?" Fang Xuan was also a little embarrassed, after all, he took down the bookcase from above without the permission of the owner, and opened it. Of course, he also had some drums in his heart, the three books and prismatic crystals in this wooden box looked like antiquities, what if this old man Huang didn't sell them to him?

Unexpectedly, the old man Huang didn't even get up, but just raised his hand and pointed to the cards on the wooden cabinet, signaling him to pay at this price.

This can make Fang Xuan anxious, because this card is written in four Chinese simplified Chinese characters "ten yuan a piece".

I'll let me go, why don't I forget this stubble, this old man Huang has a strange rule, that is, no federal credit points, only the previous Chinese banknotes.

Although Huaxia banknotes can also be exchanged for federal credit points at major banks for shopping, the bank counter does not accept federal credit points to exchange Huaxia banknotes.

In his previous life, he was able to take out the banknotes to buy the "Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra", or because he had a small hobby of collecting banknotes, he saved one of each banknote, and the wallet of the rental house where he lived was always on his body.

But the wallet with the banknotes in his bedroom in Villa No. 9 of Ziwei Pavilion, what a neat thing.

But fortunately, Fang Xuan had an idea, came to Old Man Huang with a pine bookcase, and said helplessly: "Old man, my name is Fang Xuan, I forgot to bring my wallet when I went out today, do you see if I can send it to you later?" ”

When he spoke, Fang Xuan's face was honest, but his heart was pounding, for fear that Old Man Huang would give him a sentence: If you don't have money, you can buy it, get out of here.

"It's okay, young man, you can send it in a moment." Unexpectedly, Old Man Huang didn't raise his eyes, waved his hand to signal him to be casual, and continued to watch his "Story Club" after speaking.

"Thank you, old man." Fang Xuan breathed a big sigh of relief, bowed to Old Man Huang, and walked out quickly holding the pine bookcase.

After coming out of the bookstore, Fang Xuan remembered that there were still so many sister papers at home, but after thinking about it, forget it, after all, he had already taken other people's leave, and how bad it would be to call them to send things to him, and he might let them into his bedroom.

Hey, by the way, isn't there still a wise angel in the villa? I was used to being poor before, and I had never had such a high-level artificial intelligence, and I almost forgot about it.

Soon Fang Xuan used his intelligence to inform the wise angel to send the wallet in his bedroom suitcase, and the wise angel who came over on the fourth-generation galaxy aircraft took no more than three minutes before and after.

Three books in a crystal and pine bookcase, exactly fifty.

Fang Xuan hurriedly took out a fifty yuan bill from inside, returned to the Huang family bookstore and respectfully handed it over to Old Man Huang.

"Hey, that's fast, young man." Old Man Huang didn't get up, he took the banknote handed by Fang Xuan and said casually, and continued to read his "Story Club", as if that was the most attractive.

"Hey, it's okay. Thank you, sir. Fang Xuan, who was honestly burdened, returned to the villa with the bookcase, although he knew that the contents of the bookcase in his arms must be far more than fifty yuan, and the copy of the "Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra" mixed with the pattern of "Extremely Small" alone could be said to be priceless, but he still did not increase the price.

After all, everyone has their own values, and he doesn't want to ask or emphasize anything, which is a minimum of respect.

He only needs to remember that he owes this old man a favor, and if he needs help in the future, he will definitely do his best.

Less than a quarter of an hour after Fang Xuan got on the flying machine and left, a young woman in white and masked came to the Huang Family Bookstore.

"Old man, do you have "Cihang Inspiration Ying Shibao Confession" and "Sanqing Sutra" for sale here?"

Its sound is like the sound of Jingshilun, which penetrates people's hearts.