Helian Longshan was worried that Xiuniang would not be able to find the books, so he was in a hurry, so he muttered silently to himself: On the plaque, on the plaque.

Xiuniang made a buckle with her mother, asking her mother to call her father to go to Daxingshan Temple to send incense and make a wish to pray for her nephew Huang Chong, and she took the opportunity to look for the book "Divination Heart" in the old father's study.

Xiuniang searched up and down for a long time, but she didn't find any trace of the book, and she was in a hurry, when she suddenly heard a voice muttering: On the plaque, on the plaque.

Xiuniang turned around and looked around, but there was no one, she trembled all over, and thought to herself: Could it be that there are really ghosts in this world, why do you only hear voices and don't see people.

"On the plaque, on the plaque—" The voice continued to come, neither before nor after, neither left nor right, neither inside nor outside, she could not find the source of the sound, but she clearly understood the intention of the voice.

"What a familiar voice. Xiuniang carefully distinguished, couldn't help laughing, and said in her heart: "Isn't this Brother Longshan's voice, he must be reminding himself of the location of the book collection of "Divination Heart". ”

Xiuniang stood on the chair and looked at the plaque with the words "Zu Yin Zhai" written on it, and couldn't help but smile, "Divination Heart" was really placed behind the plaque.

Helian Longshan was relieved to see that Xiuniang had found "Divination's Heart", and instead began to think about the ejaculation that gave him a headache in every way, and secretly cursed in his heart: Which boring literati invented this kind of game, putting an object under an opaque container, so that people can guess what it is, can't see it, can't smell it, how can they guess it! Isn't this embarrassing? Legend has it that Huang Tai shot a hundred shots, who would believe it!

The servant Liu Tong came in to report: Mr. Zhang Yin asked his son to go and shoot over.

Helian Longshan sat in front of the table with the dustpan, stared at the dustpan, and thought to himself: "I can't see what is inside, and if I smell it, I may not be able to find a clue." Thinking of this, he closed his eyes, his nose fluttered, and he took two deep breaths, carefully discerning the smell wafting from under the dustpan.

Just as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the light and shadow in his brain flickered, and a white screen suddenly appeared, and a steamed bun was clearly displayed on it.

Helian Longshan smiled happily and said to Zhang Yin: "Mr. Zhang, under the dustpan is a steamed bun!"

Zhang Yin was overjoyed, and raised his fingers: "Sure enough, the boy is good!"

Helian Longshan realized that his kung fu might have played a role in the process of shooting, and secretly thought: Master said that there is an interaction between the internal qi and the brain, the higher the kung fu, the easier the internal qi can complete the tasks assigned by the brain, and he can see Xiuniang in his brain, it may be that his internal qi carries Xiuniang's appearance information back, and then displays it on the white screen in the form of light and shadow, the same reason, when he sniffs the object under the dustpan, the internal qi will run out to do work, carrying the information of the object back to the brain, and showing it on the white screen in the brain。

Helian Longshan figured it out and couldn't wait to verify it, so he asked Zhang Yin to find various objects to buckle under the dustpan to shoot.

In order not to show the horse's feet, Helian Longshan first pretended to divination, after the hexagram came out, he closed his eyes and made a painstaking meditation appearance, when the thing under the dustpan was clearly displayed on the white screen in his mind, he echoed the hexagram to tell the riddle. Of course, the books, shoes, inkstones, folding fans, handkerchiefs and other objects that Zhang Yin put under the dustpan were all shot by Helian Longshan without exception.

Zhang Yin was overjoyed, took Helian Longshan's beautiful report card, and went to Qian Muqing to ask for the reward of one hundred taels of silver that had been agreed in advance. He had no doubt that Helian Longshan's shooting skills were the result of his hard work.

Three days later, Xiuniang sent the maid to send her hand-copied "Divination Heart" to Helian Longshan, and put the original book behind the plaque without a trace.

With the experience of shooting, Helian Longshan did not take the endorsement to heart. He sat cross-legged, adjusted the book sent by Xiuniang to the white screen in his head, and flipped through the contents of the book page by page. The length of the book is not very long, only more than 20,000 words, and it doesn't take much time for Helian Longshan to read it on the white screen. The only thing that gave him a headache was that although the book could be displayed on a white screen in detail, he didn't recognize most of the words in the book.

Qian Muqing invited Mr. Zhang Yin to teach his disciples to read and write, and said that the remuneration was one hundred taels of silver. Zhang Yin had the experience of the last time, and decided that Helian Longshan was teachable, so he happily accepted the order.

Mr. Zhang Yin complained bitterly after not teaching for two days. It turns out that it is very difficult for people to read and write when they reach adulthood. Helian Longshan played with a big knife and spear, but he couldn't put a pinch of pen hair, and after a few days, there were very few words that could be written correctly.

Helian Longshan was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, he kept writing day and night, but the effect was not great, and the person was exhausted.

In the evening, Helian Longshan came to Xiuniang's house again, and after a few cat meows, the door of the house opened silently, and Helian Longshan flashed into the house. Looking at Xiuniang's clear and expectant eyes in the dark, Helian Longshan's heart was broken, and he hugged Xiuniang, tears pouring down.

Xiuniang didn't break free, nor did she scold him for being a bad guy. She sensed his low mood.

"Brother Longshan—" Xiuniang whispered Helian Longshan's name as she gently rubbed her head against his chest.

"Xiumei, I can't learn to write, I'm so stupid!" Helian Longshan blamed himself deeply.

"Brother Longshan, there is still time, don't rush, take your time, it will be written. Xiuniang comforted Helian Longshan softly.

Time is slowly passing, two people hugging each other, savoring each other's heartbeat and warmth, although the night is cold, but the heart is hot.

"Xiumei, I'm going back, and I'm going to learn to write tomorrow. ”

Xiuniang still snuggled in Helian Longshan's arms and did not move.

Helian Longshan held Xiuniang's shoulders and pushed her away from his body: "Xiumei, I'm leaving." ”

Helian Longshan turned around and walked to the door of the house, Xiuniang hugged him from behind, and murmured, "Brother Longshan." ”

Helian Longshan not only experienced Xiuniang's soft breasts and pounding heartbeat, but also realized his deep love for himself. He turned around suddenly, holding Xiuniang's face, slammed her lips and sucked as much as he could, Xiuniang put her hands around his neck, enjoying the caress given by his lover.

Xiuniang's lust burned and couldn't help herself, so she moved to the side of the bed with Helian Longshan's body, but Helian Longshan suddenly raised her head and said in a firm tone: "Sister Xiu, we can't, I can't hurt you, I want to marry you home openly!"

"Brother Longshan!" Xiuniang also came to her senses and called Helian Longshan softly.

The door opened, and Helian Longshan flashed out, jumped up, jumped onto the roof, and disappeared into the misty night.

Xiuniang lay on the bed, savoring the impulse, passion and warmth brought to her by Helian Longshan, and gradually fell asleep.