After a day of jolting on the roof of the car, Wen Yuan was very tired, his body looked like he was about to fall apart, and everyone in the convoy looked at him like a fool. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The reason why he insisted on staying on the bumpy roof of the car was because Wen Yuan found that the holy light power in his mind was really replenished through sunlight.

The amplitude is not obvious, there is only an insignificant point in the whole day, if it is not for Wen Yuan's constant attention, it is likely to be ignored, but this is already good news that makes him ecstatic.

The emotional rumors are true, after Ragnarok, in different years, the sun really has the corresponding attribute power, the year of glory is the divine power, and the large ball of light in the sky has actually become a power bank for the small ball of light in the mind?

The speed is a little slower, but it's better than just not getting in and out, and you can do a lot of big things after saving for 3 months.

Wen Yuan, who was in a good mood, was sunny, and he smiled at Hans for the first time at dinner, and received a flattered and "stupid little white face +7".

That night, the witch still did not appear, the two carriages that folded the space did not move, mysterious and abnormal, and many miscellaneous servants and guards looked strange.

After dinner, Wen Yuan walked around the camp twice.

The four pros paid no attention to his movements, but the guards were like a great enemy as he approached the camp gates.

Of course, Wen Yuan didn't think about running away, if the problem is not solved, where can he run away?

As he slipped into a campfire, a teenager-like guard caught his eye.

The boy is about seventeen or eighteen, his face is childish, and his stubble has not yet hardened, mixed with the old oilers with an average age of more than 30 years old, which looks very eye-catching.

While the other companions were enjoying a little rest, drinking and bragging, the boy was holding a book and reading quietly by the light of the campfire.

This is the first book Wen Yuan has seen since he crossed over.

Knowledge in this world is very precious, and books, as the main carrier of knowledge, are by no means affordable to the people.

In the Hell Empire, an ordinary family of four living in a town can have a fixed income of 15 silver coins a month, which can guarantee a prosperous life.

Eat white bread, a small glass of wine a day, fish and meat on the table often, buy the children some fruit and sugar cubes once in a while, and clothes and shoes that are broken and can afford to change them into new ones. That's a pretty good standard of living.

But even if all this income is taken out, it will not be able to support a child to learn words. If you grit your teeth and save 10 silver coins a month, after about 7 years, this money will barely be enough.

And if a book can be recognized as having publication value, and finally published and circulated in the market, its selling price will never be less than 5 gold, that is, 500 silver coins.

Owning a book and then being able to read it requires a total of at least 15 gold coins, which is unimaginably large for a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young guard.

Wen Yuan's heart was a little itchy, the feeling of a disconnect in knowledge was too uncomfortable, just like a large piece of memory that originally belonged to him had been lost, everything seemed familiar, but it was plausible, it was better not to know anything.

Especially after pretending to be dumb for two days, I didn't even have a communication partner, and when I saw a book at this time, it was like seeing a relative, and I couldn't wait to pounce on it directly.

Of course, books must be borrowed, and methods and strategies must be discussed.

Deliberately passing by not far behind the young man, Wen Yuan squinted his eyes and found that the book was full of pictures and texts, and he was happy: It's easy to do with a picture, you don't have to beat around the bush, you can just get hard!

Brush a few steps to the young man's side, stabilize the shelf, stand with his hands in his hands, and gently stab the young man with his toes.

"What's the matter?" the young man looked up in a daze, opening his mouth in a northern accent. Alarmed by this, the nearby guards also stopped the noise and looked over together.

Wen Yuan glanced at the young man with a slanted eye, stretched out his finger and pointed to the book in the young man's hand, and made a gesture to take it.

It turns out that body language is universal, and the boy jumped up and raised his voice: "Why? This is my book!"

The guards around him were also gossiping, and their voices were not loud, but there were sneers, direct insults, pornographic obscenities, and there were one or two kind-hearted people who were persuading the young man.

"Lord Manniu is really right, if he is really a fool, he can't understand the words, so he wants to rob other people's books. ”

"You know a fart, the nobles only read one kind of book, this little white face must be looking for a picture of whether there is a goblin fight in it. ”

"Little Hank, you just borrow him to take a look, I think it's boring and find something to do, anyway, he can't understand it, and I'll pay you back after a while, and the adults attach great importance to him, and I can't do it if there is a conflict. ”

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Although it is true that he is very good-looking now, with fine skin and tender meat, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and outstanding temperament...... But it's really annoying to be called by someone with such a little white face.

Wen Yuan did not hide the impatience in his heart, looked around with a cold face, thought about it, untied the cufflink of his left hand, threw it at Little Hank's feet, and reached out again.

"Let's see what kind of gem it is! It is said that this is a great nobleman from the Far East, and he was only touched by the adults when he was in trouble. ”

"Tsk, the nobles' money is so easy to make, if only I had my treasured album with me......"

"But no, little Hank, you have made a lot of money! I haven't seen this style in the imperial capital, and it's definitely not cheap!"

It is not cheap, pure copper is platinum-plated, inlaid with opal, fine workmanship, Taobao price is 98......

Of course, in this world, it will definitely sell at a good price, and at least a few books will be no problem.

Even if it was acting, Wen Yuan didn't plan to take advantage of a child, he just borrowed it for a day, and tomorrow he pretended not to understand, lost interest, and threw it back to him.

However, little Hank was a little dead-eyed, he didn't even look at the cufflinks on the ground, holding the book, and his face was red with anger.

Wen Yuan still had a cold face, and easily untied the other cufflink and threw it out. Everyone let out an exclamation in unison, and Hans, the thin thief, didn't know when he squeezed into the crowd, and looked at the two cat-eye cufflinks on the ground.

"Give it to him. ”

Not far away, there was a sudden hoarse voice like a butler's ghost crying, and everyone was startled, and many clever ones dispersed at that time.

It can be seen that the housekeeper's intimidation value is very high, although little Hank is reluctant, he still solemnly puts the book in Wen Yuan's hand, and then turns around and leaves, without picking up the cufflinks on the ground.

There was about a group of companions next to him, who quickly picked up the cufflinks and turned around to chase after them.

Acting a full set, Wen Yuan arrogantly "hummed", slowly paced back to his carriage, and everyone looked at his distant back...... It's getting more and more like I'm looking stupid.

Closing the door, Wen Yuan sat cross-legged on the bed, and couldn't wait to open the book.

There are only two lines on the cover: "Detailed Explanation of the Fundamentals of Shadow Stream Swordsmanship", Julian, 477 New Calendar.

This is a thousand-year-old swordsmanship book, which is very meaningful to Wen Yuan, what he lacks most is knowledge within a thousand years.

didn't disappoint him, the first page of the opening chapter, just a few hundred words, calmed Wen Yuan.

"Martial arts on the way, a long history, since ancient times, warriors have borne the heavy responsibility of resisting external humiliation and defending the human race, legenda, the era of the gods, the martial arts master raised his hand to make the heavenly river flow backwards, stomp his feet to shake the nine shadows, slaughter the gods and destroy the demons, no problem!"

"However, after Ragnarok, the plane collapses, the elements fade, the warrior no longer has the demeanor of his predecessors, and the grandmaster can only destroy the power of a country, so that witchcraft is rampant, which is really a pity!"

"There are a lot of anecdotes in the secret books and materials, and it is impossible to verify the truth. If you believe what a certain family says, it doesn't matter if you don't believe it. ”

"There is one thing that is not easy at the beginning: my generation of warriors, when we have lofty ambitions, courage and diligence, the glory of the past is gone, how do you know that we can no longer stand?"

"Without him, sincerity in the heart, sincerity in the sword, can be carried on. ”

No wonder Little Hank regards this book as a treasure, this preface is really awesome to a certain level, if Wen Yuan didn't know the roots, I'm afraid he would think that he had picked up the Dugu Nine Swords from the other world, and it had to be a strengthened version.

If the average secondary school boy sees this, he won't be enthusiastic and full of fighting spirit?

Since then, he has been bumpy on the road of forcing soldiers, and suddenly he looks back, silently and silently......

Anyway, Wen Yuan definitely doesn't believe in fooling and sealing gods with martial arts? Except for the ancient god era, there is no distinction between law and martial arts, and there has been no one in the remaining fifteen thousand years of history!

Shaking his head and smiling, Wen Yuan turned the page and continued to read, and then his expression gradually became serious.

"There are three levels for martial artists, the human pass, the earth pass, and the sky pass!"

"Those who have not entered the human gate will eventually become mortal and must not be detached. As soon as you enter the human level, your life expectancy will increase slightly, your physique will be extraordinary, and you will have all kinds of abilities, you can rival hundreds of people, and you are a warrior!"

"People pass three cards, palm, mingshen, and entry!"

"If you cross the earth pass, stand on the earth, and do not move like a mountain! Towering like a green mountain can not be regretted, galloping like a river is unstoppable! The number of life expectancy has increased greatly, and the ability has greatly advanced, which can ensure the safety of a city, and it is for the Silver Martial Sect!"

"Three cards of the ground level, the introduction of yuan, the condensation of seeds, and the breaking of the shell!"

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