A journey of all worlds starting from Qingman Siheyuan

"If that's the case, go!"

Now that his goal had been achieved, He Daqing didn't want to say anything more to Fang Han, so he waved his hand to let him go back.

"Yes!"

Fang Han gave a salute, and retreated respectfully, out of Ting Yuxuan, looked back deeply, he knew that from now on, his fate would be different, although he paid a little, but there is no such thing as free in this world For lunch, what you pay for is what you get.

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The moon and stars are rare, the clouds are light and the wind is light!

Outside the city, beside the Longyuan River, among the reeds, a bloated figure was jumping intently, like a toad. After a closer look, it turned out that it was a thin and small person covered with various sandbags. Grinding strength.

This person is none other than Fang Han!

It stands to reason that he got He Daqing's promise to practice martial arts in his name, no need to hide and hide, and he can practice openly, but he didn't!

He understands a truth, that is, if a tree is beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy it, if the pile is higher than the shore, the current will be turbulent, he is just a small servant, even a person like the third young master needs to hide his clumsiness, let alone It was him, Fang Han decided to hide his martial arts practice before he was strong enough to a certain level.

Wealth and law, the four elements of practice, wealth is the first, and the law is the third. Although Fang Han has secretly learned the Fang family's boxing and martial arts, practicing martial arts is not just about having the skills.

Poor and rich in martial arts, he is just a servant, and his health is not very good. If he practices boxing and martial arts, he will not get enough nutrition. I am afraid that he will train himself to death in a short time.

boom!

After practicing for half an hour, when Fang Han jumped again, he found that he was dizzy, stared all over, his feet were weak, and he fell backwards, flat on the sand and falling like a wild goose.

"Hey! Poor and rich, those disciples of the Fang family eat ginseng and bird's nest every day. If I want to practice hard, I'm afraid I have to find a way to get some money to buy medicine."

Lying on the ground, Fang Han couldn't help but secretly sighed. He didn't practice before, and he was eagerly looking forward to practice. Now that he practiced, he realized that it is not so easy. There are nine out of ten things in life that are unsatisfactory, and it is true!

"But I'm just a servant, where can I find money?"

Fang Han thought in distress.

"Could it be to find the third son?"

But this thought flashed through his mind, and he would never bother He Daqing again unless it was absolutely necessary.

How else could Fang Han be the protagonist?This drowsiness came, and the pillow was handed over immediately.

Whoa, whoa!

At this moment, there was a sudden noise among the reeds by the river.

Fang Han is such a vigilant person, he immediately endured the pain all over his body, turned over and got up, like a civet cat, jumped into the reeds and hid himself.

After waiting for a long time, but there was no extra movement, he walked out on tiptoe, approached the place where the noise was, and took a closer look, his pupils constricted suddenly.

Seeing a corpse floating on the shore, and the person with this corpse is wearing a fine attire, obviously either a powerful person or a wealthy person.

"Someone is drowning?"

Fang Han quickly jumped into the water and rescued the man.

Gu Yu

"It's out of breath, this is a floating corpse."

After saving the person, Fang Han's heart tightened violently. The scene in front of him was indeed a bit shocking.

This person was completely dead, his whole body was swollen with blisters, and there was a long scar on his body, turned over, the wound was burnt.

"Has this person been struck by lightning?"

When Fang Han saw the wound, he thought of some people in the countryside who had been struck by lightning, and they were also burnt and smelly.

This dead body was very gorgeously dressed. It was dressed in dark golden clothes. The water dripped on it, rolling down like a lotus leaf leather. As a domestic slave, I have seen many things in the world, but I have never seen fabrics like this.

"What should I do? Report to the official, or something? This is a human life, it's no small matter!"

Fang Han was about to leave the body and report to the police, but after thinking about it, he hesitated again.

"The clothes this man is wearing are a big man. How could he die here? If he is implicated, after reporting to the police and tracking down, I'm afraid it will be troublesome. Why don't you bury him and put him in peace? Nothing happened. One more thing is worse than one less thing.”

After making up his mind, Fang Han dragged the corpse, ready to find a place to bury it.

Boom!

At this moment, a box that looked like gold but not gold, iron but not iron fell out of the corpse's arms.The box is about the size of a palm, looks like an inkstone, and is very heavy.

At the same time, what fell down was an ancient scroll picture.

Ok?

Fang Han picked up the gold iron box, unfolded the picture on the ancient scroll, and found that the background above was pitch black. In the pitch black, there was a shadow of a dragon dormant faintly, as if this was not a painting, but a painting. A window, a window into an unknown space.

"This picture is a treasure. It won't rot even if it's soaked in water. Ordinary paper will rot after being soaked."

Although Fang Han didn't know calligraphy and painting, according to common sense, he also judged that it was a treasure.

Afterwards, he took the gold iron box in his hand and looked at it, and saw that it was locked with a small golden lock.

Curiosity made him pick up a stone by the river, hit it hard, click, and the golden lock was broken.

"This is real gold. One tael of gold, ten taels of official silver, and this golden lock is worth four or five taels. But this is the property of the dead, should I take it or not? As the saying goes, a gentleman loves money, and if he takes it road."

Fang Han pondered for a while, thinking.

"Bah, I'm just a domestic slave. What kind of gentleman is not a gentleman, what kind of status, what kind of things do, isn't there a sentence in the book, don't be in his position, don't seek his own government? Accept it."

Fang Han grabbed the gold and stuffed it into his arms.

After Fang Han collected the gold, he opened the box with a click, and when he opened it, the contents inside were revealed.

A black-gold elixir the size of a thumb. Strangely, there are nine holes in the elixir. From the nine holes, there is a slight medicinal fragrance. When Fang Han smells it, he feels refreshed and refreshed. Light and agile, the fatigue all over the body was swept away.

What is especially miraculous is that the nine orifices, like the nine orifices of a human being, contain air flow, which is constantly swallowing and breathing.It seems that there is a strange vitality in it.

"This elixir is a thousand times more wonderful than Fang's best Ganoderma lucidum pills and Xueshen pills."

Fang Han saw those Fang family children occasionally swallowing health-preserving pills when they were practicing martial arts. do not.