Li Chuan was mixed in, and when he looked at the sun, he suddenly felt a flash of golden light in front of him, and then saw Wen Guying standing on the sword, shuttling between the clouds.

Edgeworth flies.

It turned out that it was not a trick.

After Wen Guying left, Zhang Yuanwai found Li Chuan and said, "You have worked hard all night." ”

Li Chuan cheered up, "The staff is polite." ”

Zhang Yuanwai asked a few words about the night, and Li Chuan made up a few words, putting all the hard work on Wen Guying.

Zhang Yuanwai said: "I just asked Steward Liu to buy food, and the virtuous nephew will deal with it and eat a little, and when I settle down here, I will set up a banquet again." ”

As he spoke, he took out a piece of silver and put it in Li Chuan's hand.

Li Chuan pretended to give in a few times and then accepted the silver, and after saying a few more words, Steward Liu bought the breakfast back, and after eating, he took a look at the emptiness, then said goodbye to Zhang Yuanwai, and then returned home.

After Li Chuan sat and rested for a while, he opened the seal, put the broken silver in his hand and turned it upside down, estimating that it was about one or two.

Then he took out the Lark Knot that he had given him, and looked at it.

It looks like it's just an ordinary knot.

A wave of sleepiness struck, so he put the silver lark knot in the cage where the "Tattoo Sutra" was placed, untied his coat, lay down on the bed, and almost closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

In my sleep, I heard the sound of the rooster flapping its wings for a while, and smelled the fragrance for a while, and in the smoking pot, a big crab was boiling with a gurgling, and then I heard the squeaking sound, and I heard the sound of the squeaky and the sound of the ping pong bell rummaging through the cabinets.

On the last day, when the golden sun rose, he couldn't open his eyes, and stretched out his hand to block it......

Li Chuan opened his eyes.

In the corner of the ceiling, there was half a cobweb.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone flat on the half-corner at the end of the bed.

Li Chuan got out of bed, his brain was groggy, and his body was sore everywhere.

The physique is too poor.

Pushed the door and walked out, entered the kitchen, opened the rice bowl and looked at it, there was about a third left, so he turned the pot out, soaked it with water, and prepared to cook rice, but found that there was a hole in the bottom of the pot.

I rummaged around, and there was no other pot left, only a kettle for boiling water.

Now it's a little late to go out to buy food, and there are only one or two silver and a few coppers left at home, Li Chuan thought that he ate a lot of good dishes last night, and he also ate a lot of breakfast, so he would fill his stomach indiscriminately at night.

So he put the rice in a pot and boiled it.

After thinking for a while, I went to the edge of the field and picked a cress back, chopped it and threw it into the pot, threw a few coarse salts into it, and stirred it a few times.

Even if it's vegetable porridge.

When the porridge was cooked, Li Chuan picked up the pot again and looked at the skylight.

The hole is not big, but the crack on the edge of the hole extends very long, and it is estimated that it will have to be knocked out if it is repaired.

Another expense.

The light of the setting sun came through the cracks, and in an instant, the pot became transparent, and in the transparency, there seemed to be some fine gray fragments flickering, Li Chuan pinched the handle of the pot, the weight was still there, and then, the pot in his sight came back again.

Li Chuan turned the pot over and over, and when it was tilted to an angle, and after a trace of light penetrated the gap, the pot disappeared again, and the gray fragments appeared again, as if they were connected together according to the rule of a horizontal point, because a small section was missing, so it showed a scattered form.

The sun sank into darkness completely.

Li Chuan returned to the room with the iron pot, lit a candle, and found the "Tattoo Sutra" out of the cage.

He suddenly thought that Daoist Wen said that this book immortal came, and it wouldn't hurt him in the slightest.

So tear it up and brush it...... Torn.

Torn?

Really torn?

！

Then, Li Chuan saw that the book disappeared, under the candlelight, the position of the book, a puff of golden crumbs sank, in the process of settling, constantly composed of a variety of patterns, complex layers, and finally the torn pages of the book slowly closed, intact "The Book of Lines" appeared in front of Li Chuan's eyes this time.

Li Chuan was stunned for a while, thinking about whether to try it with fire again, he picked up the candle, and when the fire was about to touch the book, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and the title of the book seemed to twist.

So he changed his mind, put his hand away, put the candle aside, and began to look through it.

After picking up the pictures and flipping through most of the book, Li Chuan finally found a picture of the ornament composed of horizontal and dots.

Since there was no textual annotation, he understood it for a moment, then he put the pot upside down on the desk, pulled out a piece of paper, and was about to put it back in the hole.

Paper is quite expensive.

Try it with something else first.

Li Chuan walked out of the door, looked around, found two relatively wide leaves, and brought them back to the house.

The leaves are placed against the holes.

One hand held a candle to illuminate the crack in the iron pot, and sure enough, when the light side reached an angle, the pot in the field of vision disappeared again.

Holding a pen in the other hand, he dipped it in water, tapped it on the leaf, and smeared it again.

……

Li Chuan lives very remotely, there are no other residents nearby, and the nearest house is also half a mile apart.

So it's extra quiet.

At night, it's quieter.

But at this time, Li Chuan felt another kind of silence, it was silence, the night was frozen, the light of the stars and the moon was frozen, the sound of the wind disappeared, and the blades of grass maintained the posture of being bent by the wind.

The nib slowly leaves the blade.

The water trail dries up at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Drip.

Two droplets of water condense underneath the leaves, falling one after the other.

The candlelight that came through the gap slowly enveloped the water droplets.

The candlelight spread between the gray shards, and the shards reconnected little by little under the guidance of the light.

Click.

Homing.

The wind roared, and the blades of grass were hunting.

Li Chuan put down the pen, he subconsciously glanced out, then put the candle aside, picked up the pot again, and looked over and over again, except for sticking a leaf, there seemed to be no change.

After thinking about it, he poured the water from the cup into the pot.

Didn't leak.

It's good, the hole is filled.

Li Chuan thought and walked into the kitchen with the pot.

At this time, the porridge was almost cooked, poured into the bowl, and drank it along the side, which was a little bitter.

Put down the bowl, put the pot on the fire, and boil it. After the emerald green leaves were burned, they did not change at all, and they were still firmly attached to the hole under the iron pot.

It seems to be completely repaired.

Li Chuan put the pot aside. Convenience is convenience, and it is this supplement that cannot be seen by outsiders.

At this time, he thought of the lark knot that should be given to him in the past, maybe he could go to the Four Divine Palace in the future and ask for some tricks or something.

Thinking about it, Li Chuan yawned again, so he poured all the cold vegetable porridge into his stomach, and while thinking about going to the street tomorrow to buy some meat, or going to the field to touch some loaches and yellow eels or something, he blew out the candle and climbed into bed to sleep.

Squeak squeak.

Creak.

Rats bark? Li Chuan opened his eyes suddenly, there are rats in the house?