Early in the morning, the birds chirped in the garden, and the people in the house finished cleaning and began to prepare breakfast. Now Count Sinan's daughter, Miss Fan Ruoruo, has returned to Kyoto, so there is only one and a half masters left in the mansion, and there are not many things.

After everything was done, the eldest girl Huan Dong'er went to call Fan Xian to get up, who knew that she was startled when she saw Fan Xian's appearance, thinking that the little boy was seriously ill, and hurriedly prepared to ask for a doctor, who knew that the doctor came, and said after checking the pulse, there was no big problem, but I didn't know what I had eaten recently, and the anger was a little heavy.

Since Fei Jie came to Earl Beppu, it turned out that Mr. Xixi, a fan of the ancient literary school, left the museum in disgrace. When the morning breeze entered the room, Fei Jie looked at the little boy with two dark circles under his eyes in front of him, and laughed sharply: "People say that the heart of the young man is like the first sun, and he doesn't know the bitter taste of the world, what are you for, you can't even sleep well, and you even want to alarm the doctor." ”

Fan Xian thought about it all night, and he hadn't decided whether to practice the true qi in his body or not, although in his book he regarded practicing this nameless exercise as a game entertainment to dispel endless life, but if it was a matter of life and death, he naturally had to be cautious.

I slept too little, and I was already in a trance, listening to Mr. Fei's sentence that I didn't know the bitterness of the world, I subconsciously hummed and chirped: "The young man doesn't know the taste of sorrow, and he falls in love with the floor." Fall in love with the floor, and worry about the new words. Now that I know all the sorrows, yù said that I am still resting. yù said that he was still resting, but he said that the weather was cool and autumn. ”

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The study was silent all of a sudden, and there was not a sound for a long time. Fan Xian propped up his sleepy-eyed eyes and yawned: "Teacher, I slept too late yesterday, don't be angry." ”

Fei Jie looked at him, subconsciously reached out to stroke his beard, but unexpectedly he was still holding the quill in his hand, and he suddenly hit his chin, and then he woke up in pain, and asked, "Just now...... Those few words...... Who wrote it?"

"Bitter old man. ”

Fan Xian didn't think about it, and directly reported Xin Qiji's name, and it was only at this time that he understood what kind of mistake he had made.

Looking at Fei Jie's green eyes, Fan Xian began to speak uncomfortably, and stammered: "Lao Xin is a second-class dealer who came to collect sea salt in the west of the city last month. ”

"Oh, it's good, a merchant can make such a script, I don't know what it's called. ”

"Xin...... "Fan Xian glanced at it secretly.

Fei Jie's expression had returned to normal and he started to take classes, in addition to the introduction to biological poisons, he also had to teach other courses, and the teaching task was a bit heavy.

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After eating at noon and returning to the bedroom, Fan Xian finally began to face that complicated question, whether to practice or not to practice that domineering and dangerous true qi? He held the yellow book in his hand and began to worry.

But before that, the first thing he had to worry about was the few words he had accidentally practiced in the study just now.

Ugly slave, the middle wall of Shubo Mountain Road, this is a poem in which Xin Qiji's style of words became gentle and sad after being degraded, Fan Xian is naturally very familiar, just read it casually, but he never thought about how much trouble it would bring to himself, but I don't know if the excuse made up just now has deceived Mr. Fei Jie. But looking at Fei Jie's expression at the time, he should have believed that the original author was a merchant who sold sea salt.

Fan Xian has no moral purity, let alone thinks that plagiarizing the poems of his predecessors is a disgusting thing, in his opinion, since these poems are things that only he knows, if they are not used, it is tantamount to destroying the heavens.

In the first few years of coming to this world, he had enough time to think about how he could survive in this world, and the promising job of Wen Shugong entered his plan without hesitation, and firmly occupied the glorious position of the top three.

When Fan Xian conceived this paragraph, he had been hypnotizing himself: he was not yeast, he was the disseminator and preservator of the earth's cultural heritage, and the great sharer.

But he didn't want to copy like this, he didn't want to copy it at this moment, in his imagination, at least what to write, he had to use the names of those ancestors in the original world as pen names.

Just like today in the study, a five-year-old child, if you want to copy, you also go to copy Luo Bingwang's white-haired floating green water, goose goose goose, how cheerful it is, how much in line with the prodigy style in his plan.

And at a young age, if you casually hum "yù said that it was still off, but it was cool and autumn." "This kind of word, then it is no longer a prodigy, it is a Tianshan Tong - the appearance is too positive, but there are three hundred and sixty-five cracks in the heart, and each crack is written with the four characters of chūn summer, autumn and winter, and the vicissitudes of life are demonic.

Fan Xian thought about these things on the one hand, but on the other hand, according to the biological clock that had been stable for all these years, he slept beautifully, and began to meditate and practice the true qi that was extremely dangerous and domineering in Fei Jie's eyes in his dreams.

That is, from this day on, Fan Xian accepted his fate, since sleeping is practice, then practice, one day it really explodes.

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While Fan Xian was taking a nap, Teacher Fei Jie was continuing to write the letter that he had not finished last night in his room.

There were a few lines of dry handwriting on the letterhead, presumably left over from last night.

“...... This child is beautiful, courageous, intelligent, persevering, mature, if all the five-year-old boys in Qingguo stand together, he will definitely hide at the back of the crowd, but he will definitely be the fastest to be discovered. Judging from this year's relationship, it is most appropriate for him to inherit the owner's family property in the future, but it is a pity that his identity is the biggest problem......"

This is the end of the handwriting, and it was when he wrote here last night that Fan Xian began to ask him about the question of true qi.

Fei Jie sighed, thought of the words he had listened to Fan Xian in the study in the morning, calmed down a little, and began to continue writing on the letterhead: "...... yù said that he was still resting, but he said that the weather was cool and autumn. In recent years, the ancient text has declined, and it is hard to believe that it was written by a five-year-old child, and it is difficult to believe that it was written by a businessman. And the little master replied at the time, with a slight panic in his eyes, which he had rarely seen in the course of a year of getting along. The biggest problem is that I stay with him every day, and I don't know when that Xin Qiji secretly met with him. ”

At the end of the letter, he solemnly wrote: "Let the people on Dongshan Road find out, who is the Haiyan merchant named Xin Qiji, what is the reason for the contact with the little master, and why the little master is panicked because of these words? ”

Write down the deformed signature, and Fei Jie put aside the pen.

A few days later, the Kyoto Inspectorate began to send secret agents, looking for a sea salt merchant, and found a lot of illegal salt dealers, and knocked down several high-ranking officials in the eastern part of Qingguo, with remarkable results, but the businessman surnamed Xin has not been found, according to Kyoto rumors, the director of the Inspectorate Chen, who was feared by the whole world, was very angry because of this matter, and the whole court was fined for three months.

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Heaven bless this world...... It is also called the poor man who renounces the disease.

(Please read the book happily and concentrate on voting, and don't reply to those things.) Crossing the poetry has always been called a big poison, but I like to read it the most, this kind of fun has been the same since the beginning of the Qin Ji, loyalty, and a wet smile: there is no doubt that the poem copied by Fan Xian is the best in the world)

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