When I thought about the issue of food and clothing, I completely calmed down and didn’t think about the great dream of becoming an emperor.

But another irresistible thought of excitement was born in my mind:

I'm traveling through the double time!

It can be done back and forth, so awesome, but how to solve it? Is it a waste of housing speculation? It seems like it is useless. The Tang Dynasty had too much wasteland and used too much money, so no one wanted it. Just find a wasteland and build a house by yourself. Oh, it is impossible to speculate in housing speculation. I can, I can...

After thinking for a long time, I really couldn't think of what I could do.

Finally, I decided to make a name: in ancient times, I must visit famous teachers. Learn good skills. I must never let Gao Laizi and others bully me, nor can I let my current classmates look down on me.

Yes, that's it, visit the wise master.

But then I thought, is it not necessary to spend money to become a disciple?

Where does the money come from? Do I still have to go hungry if I have money?

In the end, I still returned to the starting point. If it doesn’t work, I have to solve the problem of food and clothing first.

Bring some money back? You can't use RMB, even if you can use it, I'm afraid you can't bring it back. Remember every time I wake up, I'm dressed in another dress of tattered costume. If I can bring it, I will also bring the least small underwear back.

I'm calming down and thinking about how to improve based on the current situation.

I tried hard to collect the messy thoughts. I thought about the dilemma of being with Lan Geer and the others now.

There is no good way to break your head.

Alas, aren’t there any vegetable leaves? By the way, it seems that the people in the Tang Dynasty did not cook, so they don’t know how to use oil!

This thought immediately stimulated me and made me so surprised that I couldn't sit still.

Although I remember that I haven't seen anyone use oil these days, what if I see poor people, they can't afford oil.

I just typed the keyboard and checked it, and I was so happy. It was true that there was no need for oil in the Tang Dynasty, and there was no such thing as cooking. It was not until the Northern Song Dynasty that it was found, but that was something that happened nearly a hundred years after the Tang Dynasty. This discovery made me so happy.

Oil, stir-fry.

I have looked up many recipes, including how MSG is extracted and how other ingredients are made.

I thirstyly checked on the computer all day and took a lot of notes.

After a whole day, and with the foundation of cooking some meals at home, I felt that I had the conditions to be a chef. I knew many recipes well.

During this process, I also discovered a strange phenomenon. It was easy to remember everything I saw clearly, as if it was imprinted in my mind without any effort. Is this the legendary ability to remember everything?

I didn't have such skills before, how did I come about?

And yesterday I played cards with Dahai and the others. I thought about it afterwards and found that I could indeed remember cards. In that way, I could remember them clearly with just a glance.

If you think about it carefully, these things are related to my head hitting me.

Could it be that he was really knocked out of his other half of his brain? He made his head develop and cheated?

I thought it was impossible. Since I was young, I have been hit once or twice, and I have been beaten several times. How could this effect be achieved this time?

I thought about it carefully and suddenly thought of an important plot.

That butterfly!

The bright butterfly with bright colors.

And that old book on line.

right!

It seems that it is still necessary to go to the library.

After looking at the time, I saw that the library was closed less than an hour. Without saying a word, I went to the library.

Fortunately, the library was not closed yet. The teacher who was looking at the watch looked at the watch and felt that I was too late. Fortunately, the teacher remembered that I was the classmate who was injured when I helped to move the book last time. He couldn't help but persuade me, so he agreed to let me go in and take a look.

I went straight to the target and came to the place where I moved the book last time. I didn't take much effort to find the thread-bound book.

It can be seen that the thread-bound book is indeed an old book. The color of the book is burnt yellow, and the pages are as crisp and thin as the leaves. It gets worse after just a few strokes, but I can't see any difference. I'm always older, the font is still traditional, and I don't know if it was from the Republic of China or from the time, but it won't be a book that has been older.

However, the cover of that book is different. Although it is stained with blood, it still makes people feel thick and textured when touched. If the blood is guessed well, it should still be my blood.

I looked at the broken skin, but found that I didn't see the cloth. Where did I go? Maybe someone lost it. I quickly flipped through the bookshelf, but found nothing. I also tore the unbreakable book cover on another page, but there was nothing inside.

Alas, I think there is a mystery on the yellow silk cloth, which may not have much to do with this book, because the book is not too old. I feel that the silk cloth should be more time-honored, and it should be a modern person who sewed the more ancient silk cloth into the book skin. However, the silk cloth should be almost rotten, so I don’t know how to throw it away as garbage at this moment.

I felt regretful. Just as I was regretful, I suddenly saw a yellow cloth corner under the bookshelf in the corner of the wall. My head was shocked suddenly.

While people were not paying attention, I pretended to be tired, squatted in a corner of the bookshelf, and picked up the dirty and ragged rag that no one paid attention to.

Wow! It's really it! It's still covered in blood and looks foggy. But I don't care.

In a state of ecstasy, he ignored the rest and opened the ball of silk cloth. Seeing the blood covered, the original butterfly disappeared!

Just when I was disappointed, I felt that the blood stains on the cloth were a bit strange, just like a human figure.

I felt aroused in my heart and looked at it carefully. But suddenly I saw that the picture above was not because of my blurred blood, but there were several pictures, drawing a person who looked like a Taoist priest. I vaguely identified it and found that there were nine pictures in total.

The nine pictures are all Taoist painted. He was like drunk, shaking, falling or falling. No one stood upright. The nine pictures had different postures, as if they were chasing something, or as if they were hiding something.

Moreover, there are a few lines of small characters on the edge of each pattern, as thin as rice grains. I am so frustrated that my eyesight is different from the past, and my eyesight is excellent, otherwise I really can't see clearly what words are written.

But I can read it clearly, but I can't understand it. It's definitely ancient Chinese, and it's not something that a student like me can understand.

But even though I was so inclined, I still looked at the patterns and words as carefully as possible.

As soon as I tried my best, I felt something suddenly surging in my heart, which made my entire blood boil and directly surge into my brain. In an instant, I couldn't feel that I was in the library, as if I had entered a state where I had no other words, and there were only me and the picture.

Then, I felt that the picture was magnified infinitely in front of me, and my whole body seemed to be sucked in.

Suddenly, those villains seemed to have lived, and were no longer fixed patterns, but were dancing, jumping, and flying up and down.

I couldn't help but be amazed, thinking that I was dazzled. I was about to rub my eyes and look at it again, but I didn't expect that the villains and words would fly towards my forehead as if they were flying.

I was so scared that I hurriedly went to protect my head.

But those villains and words actually passed by and all entered my forehead. I only felt a chill in my head, as if it was a substance that penetrated my mind. I couldn't help but exert force on both hands and screamed in surprise.

There were not many people in the library at this time, but there were still a few students who were diligent in their studies and looked at me with disgust.

I quickly laughed and waved my hand, whispered to me.

When others no longer pay attention to me, when I looked at the drawings, I found that my hands were empty, there was nothing in the yellow silk cloth, and there was nothing in my hands.

I looked down for a long time, but I couldn't find a piece of paper.

I'm going, isn't it dazzled, and there's an illusion again?

It seems that the disease is getting worse and worse.

You can tell the flying man by looking at a cloth.

At this time, the library teacher also informed all the students that they were closing the door. I quickly picked up the old book just now. I didn't want to take it in a hurry, and it turned out to be a lot of pages. The teacher came over with an unhappy look and said, "Why are you, a classmate, so accidentally, and you tore up the book."

The teacher came up and wanted to leave the thread-bound book in my hand, but as soon as I bought it, the book was even worse. One book was broken, falling down one after another, without a complete page, and even the cover was broken.

The teacher couldn't help but say embarrassedly: "It seems that you are wrong. It's not your fault, but this book is too old and has become weathered."

The teacher knew how to use words, and the books were all weathered. I smiled in my heart, but suddenly I saw a piece of yellow granular powder under my feet, which looked like a piece of snacks.

My heart moved. Looking at the color, this is not a broken page of a thread-bound book, it looks like...

The weathered pieces of the yellow cloth just now.

Could it be that I was not dazzled just now, but there was indeed a picture in the yellow cloth silk?

Thinking of the drawing, nine little people suddenly popped up in my mind again. They kept changing their postures and danced happily in my mind...

Moreover, the more you dance, the clearer you dance, the more flexible you dance. You are completely like a living villain, dancing in your mind, extremely cheerful.

Seeing that my face was strange, the teacher mistakenly thought I was worried about paying for the book, and said with a smile: "Student, don't worry, this book is bad, don't blame you, I will write instructions. You don't have to worry, so hurry up and go back to the dormitory to rest."

The teacher's words woke me up, and the villain in my mind disappeared in an instant, as if he could play hide-and-seek.

I hurriedly said thank you to the teacher. I had no books and cloth, so I left the library empty-handed.

When I returned to the dormitory, I simply washed up and lay on the bed. When I thought about the drawings, the nine villains appeared again, dancing happily in my mind. I actually tried to communicate with them stupidly, but I didn't pay attention to them for a long time, just dancing constantly. Moreover, each villain danced according to their own routines, sometimes appearing alternately, sometimes one or two at the same time, or even more.

When I mistakenly thought that I had encountered some fantasy event, I tried my best to communicate with them, but I tried my best to do nothing. Until finally, I suddenly realized that these villains were not real villains, but memories of the pictures I saw in my mind.
Chapter completed!