After arranging Yuan Ao's residence, Chen Fan originally wanted to go to the teacher Ji Lan's house to see her living situation, but Ji Lan refused in every way!

Chen Fan faintly felt something, but he didn't want to say anything more about the teacher's words, but afterwards he asked Zhang Ting to pick a few clever guys in the secret guard to protect his teacher in the dark.

And Chen Fan, who was quiet in everything, did not return to the Li family immediately, but wandered aimlessly in Wuling County, not because he didn't want to go back, but when he saw Huangfu Xiaoya again, he was ruined by the pranks of the mysterious person who came and went, so he has always shown his true face since he came out of prison.

Wuling County under the plum rain is ancient and fragrant, full of ancient charm.

There is no lonely smoke in the desert outside the border, there is no traffic in the imperial capital, Chen Fan walks leisurely, everywhere you can see the alleys, the little maid in green, there is a graceful young lady with a veil, and the lotus step moves lightly into the fat powder shop.

I can't smell the smell of the meat forest in the wine pool, and there is no ethereal smell of meat skewers, but the shouts of the high rollers greeting the shopkeeper to serve the wine come from time to time. What a fairy life!

Chen Fan bit a vegetarian bun, stepped on the slippery bluestone pavement, and after passing shoulders with a vendor who sold sugar gourds with a burden, he walked into a bookstore called Yue Lai Xuan.

Because of the rain, there were very few customers in the store, only an old man sat on a wooden chair, reading a book leisurely, and a cup of tea was placed next to him, and the heat had long since disappeared.

The bookstore is very large, full of tall and heavy locust wood bookshelves, and Chen Fan's tall height requires standing on tiptoe to be able to reach the books on the top of the shelves.

After casually strolling around, Chen Fan fell in love with this bookstore.

The books on the shelves are divided into categories and placed very neatly, just like a phalanx of military parades, Chen Fan saw it when he entered the door, the books here can be borrowed, and only one copper plate is needed every day.

Generally speaking, there will always be some defacement of rented books, but there is no one in this store, which shows that the owner takes good care of the books and solemnly warns those who borrow them.

Chen Fan doesn't like to go out, and his hobby on weekdays is to watch and wipe his weapons in addition to fighting, so it feels very cordial to see a bookstore here.

There are many kinds of scripts, mixed living, and poetry and rhetoric, but what Chen Fan is holding is a medical book.

"The Way of Medicine", the inscription is Shanye Laosuo, there are more than a dozen sets, and most of the bookshelves are filled, but it seems that no one should have read it, because there are no traces of reading it inside.

Chen Fan flipped through it, the name is domineering, is the content in it? It is a little obscure, but the style of the whole book is also very atmospheric, no wonder it can be placed here.

"Tsk, I can write about it at this level! But why haven't I heard of a few herbs in his book? It seems to be interesting, if only I was lucky enough to get acquainted!"

Chen Fan looked at it a few times, sighed, and put it back.

"What's the matter? dissatisfied? you should understand the way you look"

I don't know when, the old man on the wooden chair stood next to him, and when he saw Chen Fan put the "Medical Dao" back, he couldn't help but ask.

"Huh!"

Chen Fan avoided talking about it, this old man was obviously a fan of this book, and if he said the wrong thing, he would have a dispute.

The old man carefully sorted out the bookshelf that Chen Fan had turned over, sat back on the chair, and about half an hour later, he couldn't help but be happy when he saw Chen Fan coming back with "The Way of Medicine" in his hand.

"Don't you like it?"

The old man raised his eyebrows, the meaning is self-evident, what he said is not good-looking, but the body is very honest, isn't it going to be rented?

"Yes, I don't like it, but I really don't have any books to borrow, so I can only make do with them. ”

Chen Fan looked helpless, the other books were either read by Chen Fan, or they looked boring, how could it be possible to satisfy Chen Fan's appetite like this.

Hearing the word 'improvised', the old man's eyes widened, and his beard blew angrily: "Then you write a book, let me see what 'improvisation' is!"

"Have you read the nameless medical book?"

Chen Fan teased.

The old man looked confused.

"Have you seen the Compendium of Materia Medica?"

The old man continued to be confused.

"I haven't read the medical Taoist scriptures either?"

Chen Fan's bad taste flinched.

"You're talking nonsense, aren't you? I'm also well-read, why haven't I heard of any of these books you mentioned?"

The old man was depressed and stared at Chen Fan suspiciously, but he didn't expect this kid to be good-eyed, but he was a liar.

"That's because you haven't read enough books. ”

Chen Fan was serious, but he was about to laugh in his stomach, but then he was lost again, hey, he won't see it in the future.

The old man's face darkened, but he, who loved books as much as his life, was stunned and held back his anger, and asked in a low voice: "Where did you read these books?"

"I've seen it in my dreams!"

Chen Fan didn't dare to say 'mess', as a fugitive, if he hadn't been squeezed by the old man's words, he wouldn't have said these names, because leaking 'exposed' information was likely to cause trouble. He has really read these books, it is not that he made them out of thin air, these books are stored in the deepest library of the imperial capital, and there are only a few people who can enter and exit!

"You ......"

The old man raised his hand angrily and was ready to give Chen Fan a ruthless blow, obviously hooking his interests, but he told himself that he was making it up, which was really hateful.

"Rent a copper plate a day, right?"

Chen Fan paid for it.

"Hmm. ”

The old man nodded, and went through the procedures for renting a book for Chen Fan, but in his mind, he recalled the three names he said, the nameless medical book that I don't know what the hell is aside, the Compendium of Materia Medica and the Compendium of Medicine, just listening to the name, it is very tasteful, so I couldn't help but ask: "I don't know what this Doctor Dao Sutra is about?"

Chen Fan chuckled and shook his head.

"If you have a book collection, I can pay for it!"

The old man has read too many books, so it is too difficult to find a book that meets his heart but has not read it now, which is simply torture for a person who loves books.

"How much does it cost?"

Chen Fan's eyes lit up, the money he is spending now is all the savings of the Li family, which is not much, and the salary of the family is very small, Chen Fan can expect that he will have to live a poor life for a long time in the future.

Just kidding, if Chen Fan falls in love at this moment and has a girlfriend, it will be even more difficult to make ends meet, and it would be too miserable to think about it, even if he doesn't have the money to go out and eat a big meal to improve his life.

"Two hundred taels of silver!"

The old man made an offer.

Chen Fan shook his head.

"What?

The old man knocked on the table: "One hundred taels of silver, enough for a family of three to live comfortably for a year, boy, don't be too greedy." ”

"If you publish a book, what is the market?"

Chen Fanxin said, if I sell you the manuscript of the Medical Dao Sutra for two hundred taels of silver, I will be a fool. That book is regarded as a treasure by those old guys in the imperial capital!

"Hehe!" the old man smiled contemptuously: "Young man, live a good life, don't dream." ”

Chen Fan saw that he couldn't get an answer and turned around and left.

"Okay, meet you. The old man compromised: "I will help you publish 300 books, and if you lose it, you will give you all the money you make." ”

"When did I say I was going to publish a book? Didn't I say that I had only seen these books in my dreams!"

Chen Fan stared at the old man and said in a somewhat mocking tone.

"Zheng Qingfang, three years ago, Zhishi returned to his hometown, became a rich man, loved books like life, but he didn't expect to be a martial artist. ”

"I used to be seriously impaired in the imperial capital, and I was once attacked by toxins and had hidden diseases. ”

Chen Fan talked about the old man's life experience, and at the same time said that Qi Zhishi? Isn't it just a normal retirement of officials, I didn't expect that this old man who opened a bookstore also worked as an official, so he must not be short of money.

Zheng Qingfang once heard his old handsome mention that he was a great man, and he could be regarded as having experienced strong winds and waves in the court, but at this moment, he was watched by Chen Fan's eyes, and suddenly became uncomfortable, like some ants crawling on his body. Especially the latter, who can accurately say his life experience!

Chen Fan knows the status of this patriarch, and he will be cleared of charges in the future, and his right to speak is not small, this is a veteran of the Three Dynasties, if it weren't for his physical illness, he would also be a mainstay in this generation!

"Well, now that you know who I am, can you tell me what you're here for? ”

Zheng Qingfang was a little hairy by Chen Fan, so he had to compromise and looked at Chen Fan by the way.

The dark "colored" robe, cleanly washed, with Chen Fan's handsome face and upright figure, reveals an indifferent and elegant temperament, and when the corners of his mouth are pursed, there seems to be an imperceptible arc, giving people a feeling of unhappiness.

In Zheng Qingfang's life, he has seen many young people with outstanding temperament, and this kid is quite outstanding among them.

"Nothing, I just passed by and came over to read a book. You don't need to be so nervous. Chen Fan laughed.

"Yes, but I'd like to admire your wooden knife. ”

Zheng Qingfang's gaze fell on Chen Fan's waist, where there was a wooden knife pinned to ebony.

Chen Fan shrugged his shoulders, turned around and left, joking, there was his name engraved on it, it was made by Uncle Yuan for himself when he was a child, and he brought this wooden knife out desperately at the beginning, and now he hands it over to himself, how can he show it to you?

But this old man had vicious eyes, and he saw the most valuable thing on his body at a glance.

"Boy, it's useless to say anything, can you lend me the book you just said. ”

Zheng Qingfang shouted, and when Chen Fan's figure disappeared outside the door, he sat back on the wooden chair, but when he looked at the book in his hand again, he was already bored, and his mind was full of the names of nameless medical skills and medical Taoist scriptures.

"What kind of book is it? Why are these two books so familiar to me, I seem to have heard them mentioned? Why can't I remember them?"

Zheng Qingfang's chest was like a cat scratching again, and his heart was itching.

After Chen Fan bought a few pieces of osmanthus cake, he got on a small boat and toured along the moat again.

The wooden knife is casually "inserted" into the belt, and its own value is not expensive, but it is engraved with his own name, and it is not the same after Uncle Yuan gave it to him.

Although Chen Fan has memorized every stroke of Uncle Yuan's handwriting, who knows what the meaning of this is to him? Moreover, in the eyes of outsiders, these words are obviously from the hands of a famous calligrapher, and I have to say that Uncle Yuan's handwriting is getting better and better.

Although Canglan does not prohibit swords, but forbids bows and crossbows, if you possess them, you will inevitably be arrested and quickly taken with iron ropes, and put them in a prison and squat for a few days.

Chen Fan is not used to holding a sword with a sword, and a knife is seven or eight catties at the lightest, which is really troublesome, the weight of this wooden knife is just right, Chen Fan simply brought self-defense.

After putting a stick of incense on the Lingwang Temple, Chen Fan returned to the study to wait for his mask, and when he passed by a street corner, he saw a thin girl, who was holding the small burden tightly with both hands, sitting under the eaves to avoid the rain.

The girl looked like she was about thirteen or fourteen years old, and she looked innocent, but now she was crawling with loss.

"A homeless teenage?"

As an orphan, Chen Fan is very sensitive to this kind of lonely child, because he was also lonely when he was a child, and there was no laughter and laughter in his previous memories.

Chen Fan stared at the girl in front of him and asked softly, "Girl, what's your name!"

"I ...... My name is Lu Zhiruo!" The latter was obviously a little wary of Chen Fan, who suddenly appeared in front of him.

Seeing this name full of aroma, Chen Fan secretly praised it.

The eaves were short, and they couldn't cover the plum rain, and the girl's cleanly washed green cloth and linen clothes were wet, but she was still unconscious, huddled there, like an abandoned little "milk" cat.