"A man becomes pregnant and dies from a difficult delivery? A caesarean section can be performed in a congenital state."

...

"This man only talks with his daughter, not with the bridal chamber... It is also outrageous to offer it to the immortal god at first night. It seems that he has really given birth to the descendants of the immortal god!"

...

Fang Hong looked at the evidence provided in the book, such as the seals of the old dynasty and the hand seals of the masters.

It’s really not easy for a book copyist.

In addition to copying characters, you also have to draw, which must be similar to the original book’s pattern.

'and.'

‘There is no spirituality to be improved…these rumors cannot increase the knowledge?’

soon.

Fang Hong looked it up.

The book copied by Zhang Datian belongs to the essay type.

The above records the legends and strange stories from all over the country, and they are recorded without verification and are not recorded, and the authenticity remains to be discussed.

Take a closer look.

There is also a tendency to deliberately discredit the old Chao Dazhen and splash dirty water.

“This is a poor foundation.”

"However, it's also the germination of public opinion control."

Fang Hong scratched his face and his skin was a little itchy. He knew that the membrane and bones were strengthened again, comparable to stainless steel, not far from the seventh floor of the day after tomorrow.

The symbol of the sixth layer of acquired nature: copper sheet and iron bones.

The sign of the seventh floor after the day: inner breath!

A powerful aura is extracted through qi and blood, and once activated, it penetrates the gold and cracks the stone.

"The description of martial arts realm is too obscure."

"To put it bluntly, it means upgrading and having remote attack methods."

Fang Hong does not have advanced martial arts practice.

It all depends on the strong foundation, rising steadily, and natural breakthroughs.

This also conforms to the principles of nature.

However, the derivation of internal breath is equivalent to feeling the stone across the river, only knowing the outline and the approximate direction.

Fang Hong's mind moved: "The secrets of martial arts are specious but not bad, ambiguous. Looking at flowers in the mirror, it is difficult to flow knowledge because of the devil of reading... The best way to perceive the inner breath at close range is."

...

It was noon the next day.

The girls gathered together.

People who copy books eat silently.

The dishes are rich, with meat and soup, which is better than the food conditions in the Zhouzhai martial arts training ground.

Fang Hong picked up the bowl and chewed it slowly. His goal was very clear - practice martial arts, study, be strong enough, and then start the great cause of killing demons, and one day return to Qingshan Hospital.

"And there is also search for relatives."

"When that tooth man lost his letter, I don't know when I will find out." As Fang Hong ate, the sound of playing music came from his ears, with a quiet and gentle sound, similar to the instrument of the Guzheng.

Guests came to the reading room of the Yangshengzhai.

There was a maid playing the piano and making tea.

Peng'er ran out and glanced secretly, ran back and bit her ears with her sisters: "That man is a martial arts genius from Feiyun Academy, second in the Qingyun List - it is said that the imperial examination in the early spring of 2019 will definitely pass and be awarded the title."

"It seems to be called Lu Ansheng."

"Very young, looking less than thirty!"

The girls chattered, their eyes shining brightly, and a hint of desire flashed.

They are maids in the Health Care Chai, and they are all beautiful and beautiful.

I just hope that one day I will be taken by the customer at first sight.

It is impossible for a formal marriage to a Ming media member.

It's also good to be a concubine.

Enjoy happiness for a lifetime.

Fang Hong listened for a while and thought to himself: "Health Zhai rents and sells books, and the guests come and go, are all martial artists."

"Feiyun Academy, Qingyun List is changed every three years, and the ranking is most likely to achieve the reputation of Wu Xiucai...

"That Lu Anqiao, the seventh floor the day after tomorrow, and he is the county magistrate's distant nephew. He should have no shortage of practice and playing..."

The seventh level of the acquired day, also known as the inner breath realm!

Among them, the best is the standard level of martial arts scholars.

The sixth level limit of acquired nature is slightly better than the ordinary inner breath realm, and is at the bottom of Wu Xiucai.

Seeing Fang Hong fall into deep thought, opposite the long table, Zhang Datian beat the edge of the bowl with chopsticks: "Heart hurts? That's a sign of a sudden death."

"There is a critical line when reading is enchanted."

"The closer you get to that line, the more painful your forehead is. When it doesn't hurt, you will be unconscious and your death is approaching."

These are all valuable experiences that people who copy books have learned with their blood and tears.

Fang Hong shook his head and knocked on the forehead without any pain: "I can hold on, so I have to hold on for a few months."

Haha, with ambition and dreams... Zhang Datian glanced at Fang Hong and said, "It's only been three days, and it's starting to expand?"

The other few book copyists read it: "The highest record among us is one month and nine days."

Fang Hong: "Who?"

The sloppy young man pointed at an old lady.

The old lady was wearing zipper clothes, with wrinkles and spots on her face, she was thin and haggard, and she lowered her head, as if she was asleep.

Since Fang Hong came to the Health Chai, she has never seen her speak.

At this time, the shopkeeper came over and looked at Fang Hong in surprise: "It's been four days, this young man is not dead yet?"

I didn't care much.

He called a girl and asked about the work of the book copyist.

"There was a middle-aged woman who didn't come."

"The woman is dead, and her husband asks me for money in the morning..."

On the long table.

Several copywriters looked at each other.

Zhang Datian: "Enjoy in time, maybe it will be gone one day."

The pale and sloppy young man said, "Sister Hua is actually dead... She told me the day before yesterday that she would raise her daughter, send her to a martial arts school, become a martial artist, and get rid of the fate of a woman's low status."

When a person dies, everything is empty.

Fang Hong sighed lightly: "Since you have to ask for rain, you have to endure the mud."

"Yes, that's the reason."

Zhang Datian looked at Fang Hong in surprise, licked his lips, and chewed the sentence.

Sloppy young man: "Anyway, I'm going to be a month old today. I'll copy this book--"

"Stop talking." Fang Hong advised kindly.

There are usually accidents when raising a flag.

The sloppy young man grabbed his messy hair: "I'll go to Liuyue Pavilion for three nights after I get the money."

He squinted his eyes and copied the book with a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

Finally, I hope to receive the end of the month.

After tomorrow, he won't come.

The sloppy young man's words became more and more like a flag erecting a flag. Fang Hong touched his chin and just kept it to witness.

...

Half an hour passed.

After copying the last book, the sloppy young man got thirty taels of silver, stepped out of the threshold of the health care vegetarian, walked three streets, turned left and right, circled around, turned around, and stared at Fang Hong: "Are you going with me to steal the silver?"
To be continued...