This time, it took him more than a dozen breaths to put himself into a half-asleep state. Perhaps because of the agitated mood, at this stage, I always feel that I can leave the body and try to stand up. But as soon as I tried my best, I came to my senses again.

Finally, after tossing for a while, he gradually fell asleep, and his consciousness finally became empty and came out of his body.

Then he walked into the courtyard, first walked through the wall and wandered around the mansion, not noticing anything unusual. Put it back on and walk carefully to the backyard.

He didn't go to the backyard, and he didn't know that a wealthy merchant like Tao Wenbao would not ask for a charm to keep his house safe, so he walked extremely slowly, ready to deal with various situations at any time. But it was not in vain - there was a bronze mirror embedded in the lintel of the small door leading to the backyard. The bronze mirror was hidden under the eaves, and you usually had to go directly below and raise your face to see it. But at this time, the thing emitted a faint white light in the darkness, like a lamp.

Li Bochen walked over slowly, feeling a slight warmth on his body, and a sense of dryness arose in his heart, but he didn't feel uncomfortable. I don't know if this evil spirit-warding bronze mirror doesn't work, or if my situation is special.

So I went through the door and into the backyard.

The backyard is more tranquil than the front yard, with rockeries and ponds, where Tao Wenbao and Tao Dingchen live.

Li Bochen sighed, thinking that so far Tao Wenbao has been quite good to himself, and Tao Dingchen has also been a master and apprentice to himself, but now he came to visit other people's residences late at night, which is really a villain.

Since he was ashamed, he only walked around the backyard and listened carefully. Both of them seemed to be asleep, and there was no light or sound in the room, so they went back to the back room.

Chen Sangu, a kitchen maid, lives in the back cover room, and has not slept at this time, and there is also a handyman Lao Xu. Maybe they picked up the leftover wine and food from the table and cleaned up the table for themselves. The two of them chewed slowly while drinking residual wine, relatively silent, but also quite complacent.

He stood quietly beside the two of them for a while, never seeing anything unusual about them, only faintly hearing a faint "bang" sound in the distance, like someone fiddling with the chains. Listening to the sound of the place, it should be outside the house, maybe it came from someone nearby.

Li Bochen finally calmed down, walked back to the front yard, found his residence, lay down on his body, and woke up. He forcibly suppressed the agitation in his heart, and told himself to fall asleep again.

When he woke up the next day, it wasn't all light. I went to the water room to wash, punched behind the flowers in front of the house, and did a few more qi and blood.

After a while, Chen Sangu sent breakfast and went to serve Tao Wenbao's father and son. Lao Xu took a big broom and sprinkled it in the courtyard, and Li Bochen moved a small stool to sit at the door while eating and watching.

After another hour, Tao Wenbao and Tao Dingchen finally went out. The boy straddles a small green cloth bag with tassels, his face full of reluctance. When he saw Li Bochen standing at the door of the house, he shouted: "Master, I'll come back from school to learn knives from you!"

Only then did Li Bochen realize that yesterday should be the last day of the first lunar month, and it should be Tao Dingchen's literary rest day, so he played at home. Tao Wenbao sent his son to study literature and asked his daughter to do things in art, probably hoping that his son would become an official in the future.

A person who is born in literature is very likely to become a subordinate official at all levels of the state capital, although he cannot be a chief official like a child with a national surname, and it is difficult to be promoted, but he is considered a superior person in the end. Is it just that he wants to pass on the family business to Tao Chunxi in the future?

But that's none of his business. Li Bochen nodded and smiled: "Okay." ”

Tao Wenbao rubbed his son's head, nodded to Li Bochen, and went out. At this time, the genius was just brightening.

After another hour of hard work, I finally heard the bell ringing in the backyard eight times. He immediately got up, said hello to Lao Xu, the porter, and went out into the street.

I asked two people along the way, and I spent three dollars at the roadside cake shop to buy four palm-sized black flour buns in my arms, and walked halfway to the school.

The art of Zhangcheng is built very much like the tulou fort of some barbarians in the west of the Son of Heaven Kingdom, it is a circle, five stories high, and a circle of open space is enclosed in the middle. As he stood on the side of the street, he saw many young men and women in and out of the streets, some of whom were working in the field of magic, and some of whom were studying in the field of magic.

There are long hawker stalls on the street at the entrance, selling all kinds of food and drink. Although Li Bochen had eaten early, he still felt relieved when he saw those steaming cakes, white intestines, chicken skin, lamb tripe, spring cakes, and Jiao Hammer, and thought that after going back, he should tell Chen Sangu that he had to get himself more food for every meal.

He touched the black-faced bun in his bosom and followed the young men and women into the gate of the school.

Speaking of which, he was only twenty-two years old, and he was one of the young men and women. But after all those years in Kitahara, I already felt a little out of place with these people. Fortunately, as I had heard in the army before, the study of art was open to all "people of insight", and no one came to stop him.

After entering the gate, I saw that the open space enclosed by the castle was quite wide, about the size of a school field in the army. There are several three-storey tile houses in the field, with whitewashed exterior walls, which look clean and tidy.

He only knew that the Wenguan was studying arts, but when he came, he found that the art of this Zhangcheng City could accommodate one or two thousand people, and it was difficult to find it if he wanted to come to the Wenguan. Standing by the door, when he saw a girl who looked not so hurried walking by, Shi Li said, "This girl, thank you." ”

The girl looked left and right and stopped: "What's the matter, sir?"

"I want to ask, where is this museum?"

The girl smiled and pointed to the middle of the field: "Oh, there it is." The gentleman walked along this road, first went to the water room on the left to clean his hands, and then he could go in and read. ”

Li Bochen hurriedly said: "Thank you." ”

The girl smiled, looked at him again, and walked away.

It's really a bit familiar, Li Bochen thought. So I also have a good impression of this art - when I was in the army, some soldiers joked that there was a mixture of men and women in the art science, and I was afraid that it was the first class in the world to violate customs and customs, but now I look at it, it is really.

A quarter of an hour later, Li Bochen wiped his hands on his clothes and walked into the literary hall.

This library must be a library, he thought. When I walked in, I found that the layout was similar, except that the books were not lined up vertically, but lying flat on the shelves. Maybe he came early, and the hall was empty and empty. When I looked at the door, I was stunned again—there was a cabinet table, and a woman was sitting behind it, with a stack of books beside her, and it seemed that she should be a manager or a handyman here.

This familiar feeling was really wonderful, and Li Bochen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Seeing that the woman was jotting something down in the notebook on the table, he waited for her to lift the pen and said, "Excuse me." How do I read the books here?"

The woman was mediocre in appearance, but she was born with a smile. Raise your eyes and look at him: "Naturally, I use my brain to read—jokes—what book does Mr. want to read?"

Li Bochen thought for a moment and lowered his voice: "Is there anything about the Ancient Secret Spirit and the Spirit Master?"

The woman was stunned. After scrutinizing him for a while, he slowly said, "Yes, yes." But is it clear that the sir, is it possible to read such a book?"

Li Bochen said: "I know this. ”

The woman said, "Sir, do you have a teaching position in the arts?" or a local student?"

Li Bochen replied truthfully: "Neither." ”

The woman shook her head: "That's not going to work. ”

Seeing that Li Bochen frowned, he looked at him again: "If Mr. doesn't want to know very deeply, there is a "National History Chronicle" over there, and some secret spirits and spirit masters are also mentioned in that book, so it is better to read that book." ”