A warm man is a thief of warmth

Look carefully and draw carefully.

Half an hour later, a stack of precise pictures finally appeared in Yang Fan's hands. Everything was ready, all that was needed was the iron workshop.

After taking a short rest, Yang Fan took out Yang Tielan's discarded secret book and opened it carefully. Books are different from armor and cannot be easily detoxified. But don't forget that the value of a book has never been the material of the page, but the text content on it.

Although it cannot be disinfected, it can be copied again.

Yang Fan is not good at soft-pen calligraphy, but he likes to copy books with hard pens. This is because he was naughty when he was a child, and his grandfather always punished him to copy books and meditate, so he indirectly forced him to invent the pencil. Therefore, in the book-copying industry, Yang Fan is said to be the best in the industry.

, that is well deserved.

Because Yang Tielan used a gun, Yang Fan also copied a secret book on marksmanship. He studied it carefully, understood it repeatedly, and wrote down his opinions and experiences in the book.

After writing the last word, Yang Fan stood up, moved the bed away, turned a switch, and slowly walked down with the oil lamp. There were no rare treasures underneath, but there was something even more precious than the rare treasures hidden underneath.

Lighting the oil lamp, you can see that in the basement, the bookshelves are arranged in an orderly manner. There are not many books on the shelves, but they are all famous classics, medical books, exercises, and secrets. They are clearly distinguished; the prefecture level and the heaven level each keep their place.

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Yang Fan marked the newly copied "Qian Jing" with the word "36" and placed it neatly on the bookshelf. After a while, he smiled slightly, turned around and left the basement.

Yang Fan's smile was a kind of indescribable satisfaction. He was not only satisfied with getting a good book, but also satisfied that he had read all these books. What made him feel most fulfilled was that there were thirty-six heaven-level books in the basement.

Dharma, seventy-two volumes of prefecture-level exercises, and fifteen volumes of medical classics were all copied by him.

Tossing and turning, eyes closed.

Yang Fan fell asleep again.

Today, it is not because of the anxiety caused by hatred, but because of the discomfort of a boy turning into a man, and the lingering figure in his mind.

Yang Fan has met a lot of people, but he doesn't remember many faces because he has amnesia. If an internet celebrity introduces them to him one by one, no matter how famous they are, if you ask him to name who is who, I guarantee that

wrong.

Yang Fan, who couldn't remember other people's faces, was thinking repeatedly of Yang Tielan, the woman who turned him into a man.

He didn't think she was ugly, and he didn't think the birthmark was too distracting. Instead, he felt that the birthmark was like a butterfly lingering over her.

Closing his eyes yielded no results, so Yang Fan had no choice but to get up and work.

Every excellent surgeon is a hidden tailoring master because of his flexible techniques and delicate techniques.

On the table, scissors, fabric, needlework, bamboo ruler, drawing paper, and chalk are carefully arranged one by one.

This is Yang Fan's working state. Regardless of whether he can do it or not, he always does it seriously, neatly and meticulously. It is precisely because of this attitude that he can excel quickly no matter what he does.

When we talk about why Yang Fan, a grown man, knows how to tailor, we have to start with his underwear. To sum it up, there are just a few sentences: When he was a child, he was always playing around, jumping up and down, kicking his legs and practicing martial arts, and it was very easy to scratch his balls. So Yang Fan’s underwear became the

It came into being in my hand, and gradually... I went down the path of a sissy and never looked back.

It's not just Yang Fan who also suffers from insomnia.

On the north shore opposite the island, a woman was sitting quietly by the campfire, holding a book and thinking seriously.

This woman is the culprit of Yang Fan's insomnia.

This book was the "Longevity Sutra" that Yang Fan originally intended to write to Wu Shu, but was later soaked in water and left in the corner of the wooden house.

Yang Tielan likes this book, not because it is a Tianji health and martial arts secret book, but also because it has the words written by Yang Fan and signed by Yang Fan.

Seeing words is like meeting.

As for why Yang Tielan wanted to drive away Yang Fan, if it were a man, the monk would have been confused, but if it were a woman, it was necessary.

First, if a woman does not retreat but advances in this ridiculous beginning, it will definitely make men think that you are casual and be looked down upon.

Secondly, beautiful women are often let down. Yang Tielan does not think that she can be favored by happiness. Even if she is really happy, she will be afraid of being hurt by happiness.

Thirdly, Yang Tielan knew that Yang Fan wanted her because he wanted to save her, not because he loved her. This was the essence.

Fourthly, no woman would be indifferent when she sees her man feeling sorry for another woman. Even if Yang Tielan knows that she is not qualified to be jealous or to have Yang Fan all to herself, it cannot deprive her of her childish willfulness.

So Yang Tielan drives away Yang Fan, which is a completely normal behavior for women.

As for the handwriting written by Yang Fan, it is pretty and regular. Just like Yang Fan himself, he is handsome, elegant, cute and cute.

Yang Tielan never tires of watching it, thinking about it with all her heart. She is so fascinated by it, so lost in thought, that two blushes appear on her cheeks. Against the background of the bonfire, she looks like a flower blooming, with a charming temperament.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Yang Tielan's face changed drastically in shock.

Yang Tielan grabbed the pear blossom gun and asked loudly: "Who?"

There was no response from the door.

In the wilderness, alone and weak, Yang Tielan was naturally afraid of meeting bad people. It was true that she had a first-class status, but being first-class was not invincible, not to mention that no matter how invincible she was, she was just a female streamer.

Women are naturally more afraid of the dark than men, and they are naturally more afraid of loneliness than men. This is timeless.

Yang Tielan pricked up her ears and listened carefully, feeling vaguely that the person coming and going was gone, so she held the pear blossom gun in her hand and plucked up the courage to open a crack in the door.

Seeing no one outside the door, he opened it.

There is a package outside the door.

After traveling too much in the world, Yang Tielan became timid. Yang Tielan used a pear blossom gun to carry the package into the room and checked it over the bonfire.

A secret book, a set of clothes, some weird and embarrassing shorts, a few banknotes, a stack of paper, and a letter.

Yang Tielan looked carefully and she recognized the handwriting on the secret book.

Suddenly she seemed to have thought of something, and without fear of the darkness outside, she ran quickly towards the river.

On the river surface, the river breeze is blowing and the moisture is diffuse.

A lone boat in the river swam quietly towards Wanzhu Island.

Yang Tielan stood desolately on the shore. The lone boat docked, but Yang Tielan felt that she had left the harbor.

Having passed each other, I went back sadly.

The secret book was exactly what Yang Tielan threw to Yang Fan. It was not lost and recovered, but never lost. Yang Tielan did not feel that giving the secret book to Yang Fan was a loss, because no matter what he wanted, as long as she had it, she was willing to give it to him.

Yang Tielan hugged the secret book and smiled sweetly.

Because she saw a lot of thoughts and opinions written next to the secret book, like the whispers of concern from lovers.

Since there is a letter, Yang Tielan naturally has to read it first.

The opening chapter of Tielan made Yang Tielan's heart skip a beat.

You and I are strangers, I don't know you, and you don't know me. I was only willing to save people, but I mistook you. I am very frightened and very uneasy.

I wanted to be responsible to my lover and never give up. But since the girl didn’t want to do it, I couldn’t force her.

Even if the girl hates me and drives me away, I can't blame you for abandoning you. Although I can't bother you, I have made some thoughts and plans for the girl, so that I feel less apologetic and uneasy.

I have helped her re-copy the secret book that the girl gave me, so that she will no longer be in danger of being poisoned. If I have some insights, I will listen to them if they are right and reject them if they are wrong.

As for the clothes and underwear, they are all made by me. I don’t know if they will fit you. The pictures on the paper are my drawings of the size and style of the clothes. They are fashionable and comfortable and fit well. I will give you the production method and process, plus five

The one hundred and twenty taels of silver notes are meant to give you another way to make a living. Opening a textile factory or a clothing store can make your future life full.

My humble opinion is not a true insight, but it is my sincere opinion.

To say blessing is too empty, to say take care is too light.

I can't even give you tomorrow, but I want to get involved in it.

Signed: Yang Fan.

Yang Tielan hugged the clothes and sat calmly on the bed. He brought the clothes close to his nose and sniffed, then lay down and closed his eyes gracefully.

Calm and calm.

Before long, Yang Tielan's legs were like hot wheels, swaying in circles, dancing and ecstatic.

If it wasn't dark outside at this time, Yang Tielan would definitely go to his father's new grave to offer incense and tell his father that someone wanted his daughter and that his daughter had someone she liked.

That guy is nice, really nice.

Yang Tielan smiled and shed tears.

This night was destined to be sleepless for Yang Tielan.

But on the other hand, Yang Fan didn't sleep after returning to the island.

The internal injuries are healed, the internal energy is surging, the spirit is high, and the state seems to have improved. If it were not for the original injury, I think with the magic of "Double Cultivation Technique", I will definitely have accumulated so many years of "thick accumulation", and improving a small state should be

More than enough.

Since I really can't sleep, I might as well not sleep at all.

Yang Fan killed chickens to make soup, checked the dormitory, and re-covered the quilts for those disciples who were not sleeping well and tucked them in.

Before dawn, Wu Shu was woken up. When he opened his eyes, he saw Yang Fan's handsome face approaching slowly. Wu Shu thought it was a dream and immediately hooked Yang Fan's neck.

Yang Fan caught a lazy pig with a smile and pulled her away from the warm bed.

Wu Shu was actually awake, but he still pretended to be crazy, closing his eyes and talking in sleep.

Yang Fan used the long-lost "koala hug", put Wu Shu on the chair, and said helplessly: "Stop pretending, let's eat."

When Wu Shu opened his eyes, he saw a cup of chicken soup on the table steaming slightly, and happiness slowly rose in the soup.

Wu Shu smiled and said, "Did you make it specially for me?"

Yang Fan smiled and said: "Otherwise, who will do it?"

Wu Shu said gently: "You are so kind to me."

Yang Fan: "Silly girl! Don't be sensational, don't tease people, eat well. I'm going to take the disciples for morning exercises."

Wu Shu: "I'm with you too."

Yang Fan shook his head: "The cultivation of the Longevity Sutra does not rely on violent exercise, but on strengthening the source of calm energy. You'd better practice according to the Longevity Sutra."

What Yang Fan said is true. The practice of longevity sutra is actually a bit similar to yoga. It is better to be still and not move, and it is better to be slow and not anxious.

Looking at Yang Fan's retreating back, Wu Shu looked at it infatuatedly and chuckled.
Chapter completed!