Talking to nonsense about Sang Ma [system]

The mood is subtle, a little embarrassing, a little thunderous.

After three seconds of silence, Fu Zangzhou opened the book "Sprint" with a reluctant attitude.

No way, the title of this book is really easy to make people have bad associations.

Not to mention that the college entrance examination has only passed one year.

A month ago, a certain person was holding a copy of "The Final Sprint: Preparation for the Level [-] Exam" every day, memorizing all kinds of things by rote.

During that time, it was really difficult, so don't be too bitter and bitter.

Alas, I don't know if I passed the fourth level this time?

Will it take a month for the score to come out?

but……

Even if you fail, you don't need to take the exam a second time...

Super Plus enjoy!

Ah, ran away again.

Pressing down on his flattering mood, Fu Cangzhou concentrated on reading the book in his hand.

Unlike less "serious" titles, its content is extremely serious.

Serious to boring.

expression throughout the text;

The language is obscure, mysterious and mysterious;

The young man who didn't read ancient literature very well was dizzy and his brain was about to explode.

Fortunately, I don’t understand half of it, at least I have figured out the key points:

That is, the theme of this book is the cultivation of ghosts.

In layman's terms, this is a book of... cultivation techniques?

Not right either.

It cannot be said to be a formula.

Its content should be a summary and induction of the common sense of cultivation.

I probably flipped through it later, and described various cultivation techniques.

Fu Zangzhou suddenly became interested.

Try not to let yourself be distracted—classical Chinese or something, the attention will always diverge unconsciously—enduring the boredom, and struggling to read from the first sentence of the opening.

The boy who just passed his 19th birthday can be said to be young and inexperienced, but he is not really ignorant.

He is very clear that relying on external forces is far less reliable than improving one's own strength.

As long as he is still the "ghost king", he may not be able to escape various supernatural events.

If he encounters a crisis, he hopes to have the ability to protect himself or even fight back, rather than ignorantly relying on skills to escape.

At the very least, he can control his own ghost power.

Like tonight, I don't want to experience the situation of being chased to nowhere by the head again.

This "Sprint" came at just the right time.

Even if you don't understand classical Chinese, you can slowly figure it out. After a long time, you will always figure it out.

Fu Zangzhou couldn't help feeling somewhat grateful for the system.

Although the doubts have not been eliminated, but...

There is nothing to be afraid of.

There is nothing wrong with being cautious.

It is wrong to be timid.

Even if they are "cowardly" sometimes, young people should have passion and pride in their hearts.

The young man sat on the head of the bed, struggling to read the summary of "Sprint".

From trying not to be distracted, to slowly reading a little bit of interest...

Unknowingly, I discarded distracting thoughts and entered an artistic conception of "no falsehood and no self".

Fu Zangzhou didn't realize that there was a soundless and invisible gust of air around him.

Loose long hair, automatic without wind.

That pair of dark pupils seemed to have blood flowing, clearly flickering.

Not far away, the weeds sleeping in clay pots, with swaying branches and leaves, seem to have a little more vitality, becoming agile and lively.

Until the rooster crows.

People's voices sounded from all around, gradually becoming noisy.

He suddenly "awoke".

It will be bright.

Unknowingly stayed up all night?

Unsurprisingly, Fu Zangzhou looked at the words in the book again, but couldn't read them.

He closed the book and stuffed it back into the storage compartment.

Subconsciously rubbed his eyes... Well, there is no soreness from staying up late.

Glancing at the extinguished oil lamp, he didn't even notice that he had read a book in the dark all night.

This vision is really flawed.

And I didn't sleep all night, and my spirit didn't feel sluggish.

Such a physique cannot be said to be bad.

It's a bit emotional.

Fu Zangzhou "checked" the system that had been forgotten.

Nothing is missing.

The only doubt is that there is a blank space on the panel, which feels like something is missing.

I don't know for a while.

Not bothered.

At this point, I don't want to catch up on sleep anymore, so I just pack up when I have nothing to do.

The pens, inks, papers and inkstones, as well as money documents, are sorted out and stuffed into the third storage compartment.

The baggage is also kept in case of emergencies.

There are also oil-paper umbrellas and clay pots... eh?

Clay pots won't fit in.

It turns out that the system backpack cannot be loaded with "living creatures".

Well, think about it carefully, Fu Xiucai's soul should be regarded as another kind of life body?

For humans, ghosts are the afterlife state.

But as a living body, its existence is "alive".

Philosophically speaking, life is death and death is life...

Stop.

The boy's hands moved dexterously.

The terracotta pots are neatly tied with sackcloth.

It will not hurt the branches and leaves of weeds, and you can "carry" the clay pot in the future, without worrying that one of your hands will be unstable and broken.

Then pick up the small black and red coffin.

See also accident.

The red coffin was stuffed into the grid, but the black coffin couldn't get in.

Fu Zangzhou was stunned.

Why... Could it be because of the human head sealed in the black coffin?

That human head is considered a living body, and is it still "alive"?

There was a moment of silence.

I don't think it's scary if the head is still "alive".

It's distressing, not knowing how to deal with this head.

Just don't be afraid, if you carry a human head with you all the time, it feels like something... Thinking about it, it's extremely scary?

Unavoidably tangled.

But I couldn't think of a good way for a while.

The system didn't give any hint.

If you can't think of a reason, then let nature take its course.

Fu Zangzhou has always been good at explaining himself.

Anyway, after last night, although I still don't know how to take the road ahead, there is a direction to solve the top priority such as the "food and clothing problem".

Now, it's time to go out and inquire about how to get to the capital as soon as possible.

With a fixed foothold, it is easy to settle down.

"If the guest officer trusts the little one, this matter will be taken care of by the little one."

He didn't have any acquaintances, so he immediately thought of the local snake, the waiter who entertained him yesterday.

The waiter was very welcoming: "At the end of the year, the waterway is not easy to travel, and the boat to the capital is the most at ease."

Cao Gang?

It sounds like a black society.

Fu Zangzhou was just curious: "What's the trick here?"

The waiter smiled: "The guest officer is immersed in his studies, he probably doesn't know much about the Cao Gang."

Fu Zangzhou nodded calmly: "I would like to hear the details."

So I learned that the Cao Gang is an organization between the rivers and lakes and the chamber of commerce, and its business is to transport waste on water.

Back then, Xi Zong was in a daze, and such civil organizations and Jianghu forces developed and expanded in a blowout style.

When Ruizong arrived, the domestic situation was severe, and the imperial court could not take care of dealing with the "underworld" for a while.

It was not until the succession to the throne that the various forces were restrained to a certain extent, and even incorporated and cooperated.

The Cao Gang is one of the "whitewashing" forces.

"It will take about a month to go from Qinzhou to the capital by boat," said the waiter. "The Caobang is powerful on the water, and it is not afraid of encountering water thieves or making things difficult for the government. It is relatively safe."

Fu Zangzhou was thoughtful: "The Cao Gang's boat shouldn't be accessible to everyone, right?"

The waiter smiled meaningfully: "Of course I have to trust someone."

Fu Zangzhou understood: "I don't know, little brother... what can I do?"

"The little one is lucky to know a few ways."

Fu Zangzhou was overjoyed, and took out dozens of coins with a wink, as a way of expressing his "heart".

Don't think too little.

In poorer places, a labor force may only earn tens of dollars a day.

Of course, the per capita "salary" in Qinzhou is much higher.

But for the errand waiter, the dozens of free money is also a huge windfall.

The waiter was quite straightforward and had no energy to take advantage of. He patted his chest and made a promise, resolutely living up to what was entrusted to him.

Fu Zangzhou felt a little relieved.

It's not that he is stupid and sweet, trusting people carelessly.

Who made him a stranger to everything here?

According to observation, although this inn is not very high-end, it is also formal;

The waiter is the shopkeeper's nephew, so he has a certain reputation.

Anyway, let's find a dentist, it may not be more reliable.

Moreover, spending this little money is not to the point of hurting one's muscles and bones.

After activating the system, Mingbi is actually more valuable to him than the real money in circulation.

"Guest officer, please rest assured and wait for small news," the waiter repeatedly issued a guarantee letter, "Two or three days at most, I guarantee you can get on the boat to the capital."

Fu Zangzhou nodded.

It doesn't hurt to delay for two or three days.

Taking advantage of free time and walking around, you can also understand the life here more intuitively.

So I wandered around Qinzhou City all day.

Occasionally spend a few dollars and buy some snacks to taste.

...just to taste it.

The pancakes I ate last night were really good;

Most of the day passed, and I didn't feel hungry at all.

Fu Zangzhou was quite satisfied with this.

Without him, it is not yet clear how to earn Ming coins.

Just count on those 29, no, [-] black cakes, the longer they last, the better.

anyway……

Although the cooking techniques here are quite different from the modern ones, some of the dishes have a unique flavor.

Nibbling on a pastry that couldn't be named, Fu Zangzhou secretly expressed his praise.

Sweet and fragrant, he likes it.

At this time, my heart was inexplicably moved.

Before he could swallow a bite of the sweet cake, he raised his head subconsciously and looked at the building across the river across the city...

Luxury restaurant.

Now his eyesight is excellent, he can see the people sitting inside from the open window on the second floor of the restaurant.

look familiar.

Without thinking, he remembered, wasn't that the man he met on the day (night) of crossing?

It should be grateful to the other party.

At that time, when Chu came here, for some reason, the thunder that "slashed" him to death actually came through.

Looking back now I am still terrified.

He was almost knocked out of his wits by lightning.

Fortunately, he ran to the man's house and escaped Lei.

——It may also be that the lightning has dissipated after enough chopping.

In any case, that house at least calmed his little heart that was almost not frightened at the time.

It's a pity, it's not good to run up to him and thank him.

Fu Zangzhou stared at the man, walking in awe.

At this moment, the other party suddenly turned his head and looked here.

startled him.

Staring at people in a daze or something, the first reaction is to feel embarrassed.

Then he realized that the other party would definitely not be able to see him from such a distance.

Then I remembered again, that person seemed to be blind... um, something wrong with his eyes?

Can't help but feel sad.

Shaking his head, he withdrew his scrutiny.

Even if the other party can't find out, it's not good to "peep" like this.

A small episode of one-sided encounter did not entangle Fu Zangzhou for too long.

I was quickly attracted by some new gadgets.

Had a great day.

I returned to the inn in the evening.

Unexpectedly, the waiter came to the door and delivered the news he had inquired about.

Things have changed.

"Did something happen?"

The waiter apologized and said, "There is no problem with the Cao Gang, it is the order from the magistrate..."

"ban?"

So the waiter said that the Zhizhou government was looking for a thief.

These days access will be strictly checked.

Especially for foreigners who have just arrived, I am afraid that they will not be able to leave for a while.

Fu Zangzhou frowned slightly: "Does Zhizhou have such great...rights?"

Are you not afraid of trouble?

Thinking about his own identity, he was a little worried that something might go wrong, but he wasn't too nervous.

only a little...

The waiter said before that in a few days, in case of snowfall, the road to the capital will be even more difficult.

In this era, water navigation is not a small risk.

The waiter shook his head, then leaned closer, and said mysteriously, "I just found out a theory..."

Judging from his tone, he is also skeptical about this "argument".

Speaking casually like this is more like a "gossip" mentality.

"It is said that the Zhizhou Mansion has been haunted by ghosts..."

Fu Zangzhou vaguely had a bad premonition.

Then the other party continued: "I heard the rumors from the servants of the Zhou mansion that last night, the little lady of the Zhou family lost her head, and the Master Zhizhou was furious... It is rumored that the young lady Zhou will marry into the Ming Palace in the coming year..."

Fu Zangzhou was stunned.

What the waiter said behind him didn't catch my ears at all.

Hearing the words "Head is gone", his mind was overwhelmed by "Fuck".

Thinking about it again, that head last night, at the beginning, was exactly the appearance of a girl...

What the hell!

It's a big deal.