When people are lonely, they always wander. When the place where they are wandering is full of darkness, they will gradually turn into panic.

On the first day, Jiang Baochan sat blankly on the bed. Except for the time when he tried to eat the unpleasant meal every day, he sat in a daze.

On the second day, he groped step by step, measured the entire room, and found scratches from the sealed windows and nails on the wooden boards.

On the third day, he had already remembered how long and wide the room was. In addition to having to circle around again and again, he was just looking forward to the time to eat. What he wanted was not the bowl of white rice, but the ray of sunshine that came in with the white rice.

On the fourth day, the little memories from Hua Guoan to Ma Shisan and Xie Xingyan were repeated over and over again. He even forced himself not to think about the bloody appearance of those who died beside him. Occasionally, he lay on the cold ground and thought about the life and death of his family outside, and felt as if someone was holding a knife and cutting his heart.

On the fifth day, he was completely crazy, constantly hitting his head against the door and wall, and over and over again.

On the sixth day, he suddenly became quiet. Just when people outside doubted whether he was dead, he would occasionally raise his head, but his slightly thin face was still his eyes were dull.

On the seventh day, Jiang Baochan, who could no longer bear loneliness and darkness, sang loudly the war songs in the military that he learned from somewhere. His roars were like a wild beast trapped in a cage.

On the morning of the eighth day, the door, which had been closed for eight days, opened again.

Outside the door, the Marquis, who looked heartbroken, stood there alone. Jiang Baochan could no longer bear the pain in his heart, pounced on him, hugged his father, and burst into tears.

The little marquis was out of prison. It should have been the time when a group of friends and disciples came to congratulate the house. But except for the butler Zhou Yu, who took Jinzhu and held a brazier at the door, there was no sight of a ghost in front of the entire Guangyi Marquis' Mansion.

After crossing the brazier, Guangyihou knocked on his whole body with a thorn stick. With the nagging of Butler Zhou, the little marquis finally stepped into the house.

For several days, the little marquis never went out.

Every day, he would squat by the pond to feed fish. As for how he came out, his father never said it or asked.

I only know that the house that houses the iron scrolls of the alchemy books are now locked, and some dust has fallen from the lock.

Occasionally, I met the cousin who would never be right in the courtyard, and nodded and left it alone. I forced the mockery that Xie Xingyan had prepared.

Everyone praised the current young marquis, and even the prefect Zhang who occasionally came to visit him was praised.

Now, the prefect Zhang has changed into a peacock brocade robe, and there are a few more entourages going out. Occasionally, he personally carries some specialties from Huaiyin City and comes to thank the Marquis for his re-creation.

Jinzhu said that Zhang Gongfu made great contributions to the supervision of the government and was promoted to the third-rank deputy chief censor, and he would set off to Beijing soon to take office.

As for the group of thieves in Yinjiagou, they were also wiped out by General Qi, and the gold, silver and wealth obtained were transferred to the Ministry of War together with secret letters of contact. Whether this was beyond the rules, the two bigwigs of the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Justice did not raise any objections, and it was obviously already agreed.

Amidst the lights and colors, it seems that the entire Huaiyin City has returned to its former appearance.

On that day, my father was accompanied by Xie Xingyan and read books in the house. Jiang Baochan couldn't stand the boredom in the house, so he took a book and went outside.

Xie Xingyan frowned and said a few words about Baochan's fault. Jiang Jingchu smiled slightly and sighed, saying let him go. Xie Xingyan stopped.

Jiang Baochan took the book and wandered around the yard. The dim twilight gradually spread the path with golden yellow.

Wang Shuo, who had a scar on his face, ran into his little marquis and quickly bent down and bowed.

Jiang Baochan walked past him, and when the little marquis walked past the corner, his figure also disappeared with the bamboo sea. Wang Shuo then stood up and left quickly.

The intermittent ointment of the Hou Mansion is really a first-class spiritual medicine. Guard Xiao almost stepped into the gate of hell several times, but was dragged back by the medicine. Now, he has finally woken up completely for more than half a month.

After a few days, my body became slightly better and I could walk around. I quickly followed my brother-in-law to thank me.

He also asked the butler Zhou Yu to hand over a Taoist secret book to the little marquis, but he said that he had heard that the little marquis threw a treasure knife for him, so he gave him a secret book to thank him.

A letter was collected in the secret book. Even Jinzhu didn't know what the content was. After reading the content of the letter, the little marquis burned it with an oil lamp, and the ashes were washed away with tea and poured it out.

The book Xiao Shiwei sent is the first volume of Taoist exercises called "The Essence of Eternal Life". The first half volume describes how to use various medicinal materials to regulate the yin and yang in the body to achieve a preliminary combination of yin and yang. The second half volume is an illustration of one by one. It looks very similar to the widely circulated Wuqin Opera, except that there are four more styles.

The first volume is written in neat regular script. Those who believe in me will be immortal. The signature is the Cocktail Taoist.
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