Zhang Fatzi returned to normal, Feng Yuan was also relieved, the sky was completely dark at this time, and the stomachs of the three of them also growled, so they went out to have dinner.

As for Feng Fugui and the three of them, Feng Yuan didn't care, it was best to die, because these three people usually bullied men and women in the village, and they didn't do anything good, and they deserved to die.

When I came back after dinner, it was already past nine o'clock in the night, Feng Yuan took out two taels of silver and handed it to Hu Xiao, and handed it to her as living expenses, after all, you can't always go out to eat, it's too luxurious, you still have to save a little, it's not easy to make money.

"By the way, Childe, when the slave maid cleaned up the study today, I found a picture, I don't know what it is, it looks unusual, the slave maid is on the table in the study!"

Hu Xiao looked at Feng Yuandao.

Feng Yuan nodded, "Okay, I know, you go and rest early!"

After saying that, Feng Yuan walked towards the study, and didn't take Hu Xiao's words to heart, after all, a picture is not attractive to him, you said that if you find a silver ticket, Feng Yuan will definitely run over immediately.

Feng Yuan's mind is full of writing novels now, and he earns a lot today, so tonight Feng Yuan is determined to write more and sell it tomorrow.

Last night, I was disturbed by the second courtyard, and tonight the painting has been taken away by Feng Fugui, and it seems that the evil has also been taken away, so I can write a book with peace of mind tonight.

After entering the study, Feng Yuan spread the paper and studied the ink, picked up the brush, and after getting the ink, he was ready to write a novel.

At this time, Feng Yuan saw a yellow silk cloth placed on the right hand, square, not very big, about the size of a book opened, and it was full of patterns in an orderly manner.

This should be the picture that Hu Xiao just said, right? Feng Yuan glanced at it casually and said, reached out and picked it up, ready to put it aside, but was attracted by the pattern on it.

"What is this?"

Feng Yuan looked at the pattern on it and felt a little novel, because the pattern on this piece of silk cloth was more peculiar, because silk cloth was a high-grade thing, easy to preserve and not easy to damage, and literati liked to use it for painting and calligraphy.

But instead of calligraphy and paintings, there are some simple sketches on the silk cloth, which is a wasteful act.

However, since someone can draw a pattern on the silk cloth, it must not be a simple thing, Feng Yuan couldn't help but put down the pen and looked at it.

These patterns are not a picture, but small drawings that look like four-panel comics.

The first picture is of a man taking a tear from a cow's eye and wiping it on his own, and the second picture shows the man's eyes shining and discovering a lot of golden light around his body, which are like tadpoles.

The third picture is that there are also a lot of golden lights on some objects, such as a vase, calligraphy and painting, or a tree, etc., whether it is dead or alive, there is a golden light, more or less.

The fourth picture shows the man sitting cross-legged on the ground, waving his hands in a strange gesture, and the sixth, seventh, eighth, and twelfth pictures are all of the man dancing with his hands.

At the same time, when dancing, those golden lights poured into this person's body, and a pair of tendon and vein acupoint diagrams appeared on this person's body, and those golden rays followed these tendon and vein degrees, and finally poured into this person's dantian, forming a pattern of golden light.

By the time of the thirteenth picture, there was a lot of dirt on the man's body, and he was covered in black, and I don't know what it was.

By the time of the fourteenth picture, the man suddenly became stronger.

Then fifteen to eighteen pictures, this person is standing in a courtyard, dancing with one hand and gesturing, and the golden light in the dantian is gushing out from the palm of his hand with his gesture, hitting a thick tree with a bowl mouth in the courtyard, directly breaking the tree.

"What is this?Internal Strength Cultivation Diagram?" Feng Yuan looked at the secret path in his heart, frowning slightly, this picture is very similar to the internal strength mental method mentioned in the martial arts novels of his previous life.

If that's the case, it would be great, because Feng Yuan likes martial arts very much, and has always dreamed of becoming a martial arts master, in this dynasty, there are martial arts masters, but not everyone can practice martial arts, as the so-called poor and rich martial arts, only large families are qualified to practice martial arts, ordinary people can't eat enough, how can they have the leisure to practice martial arts, and they can't find a way to learn martial arts.

But now Feng Yuan has this opportunity, he has no big problem with food and clothing now, and his body is too weak, if he practices dancing, he can just strengthen his body and can also be used for self-defense.

"I don't know if it's true or not!" Feng Yuan looked at this picture and thought secretly, and after looking at it carefully a few times, he felt that it should not be fake, after all, it can be painted on silk cloth, and it must not be for fun, so you can try it tomorrow.

Feng Yuan immediately put the picture away, and then picked up the pen and began to write a novel.

Looking at the table, Feng Yuan found that he had written more than 20,000 words unconsciously, his arms, shoulders and neck were sore, and at the same time, he was soaked and sweaty, because it was summer, even at night, it was very hot.

Just as the ink was gone, Feng Yuan put down his pen and walked out of the room, ready to move his body.

The moon outside is already high, and the courtyard is bright, Feng Yuan estimated that it was already early in the morning, and he had been writing for at least four hours, looking at Hu Xiao's house, the lights had been out, and it seemed that he was sleeping.

Feng Yuan walked into the courtyard, moved his body, and looked at the second side of the house, it was pitch black, there was nothing, Feng Yuan was also relieved, it seemed that the evil was really taken away by Feng Fugui, Feng Yuan was finally at ease, and he could sleep peacefully tonight.

Immediately, Feng Yuan turned around and went into the house, took a change of clothes out, walked to the well water, put the clothes, stripped naked, and then picked up the wooden bucket next to him and threw it down into the well, ready to bathe with water.

Hu Xiao hadn't slept just now, Feng Yuan was embarrassed to wash, he originally planned to buy a big wooden barrel and put it in the house to take a bath, but he forgot about it, he had to go out and buy one tomorrow, otherwise it would be inconvenient for him and Hu Xiao to take a bath, and I don't know how this little girl took a bath at night.

With a "bang", the barrel fell into the well, sank, filled a bucket of water, pulled it up, poured it on the body, and cooled it for a while, and in an instant the summer heat was driven away.

After a while, after taking a bath, Feng Yuan went back to the bedroom, his eyelids were sleepy for a while, and Feng Yuan fell asleep in less than half a minute.

At this time, the door suddenly opened a palm-wide gap, and a ray of moonlight shone in through the gap, and then a small white fox limped in through the crack in the door and walked towards Feng Yuan's bed......