A leisurely life that begins with the possession of a game character

"That's right." Qin Yongjun smiled: "I can now understand the saying that there is poetry and calligraphy in one's heart."

Zhang Lan smiled, saying that he was full of poetry and calligraphy, but his utilization value was only increased.

Qin Yongjun stood up and admired the photo frames on the surrounding walls. Neither of them had made up their mind yet, so they were still testing each other out. However, Zhang Lan had no time at this time. He had been away from home for two days. Not long after he opened the courtyard door, someone came to burn incense and pray to Buddha to solve his doubts. Zhang Lan opened the door on the west side outside and began to solve the questions one by one. Confusion, treatment. Qin Yongjun stopped and watched quietly, occasionally helping to serve tea and water. The two of them cooperated very well.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Lan saw off the last pilgrim, locked the door of the house, and led Qin Yongjun home for dinner. Originally, I wanted to go to the city to have a rest and have a meal, but Zhang Lan's mother enthusiastically persuaded her to stay. Qin Yongjun readily agreed. At the dinner table, Qin Yongjun and his mother, Li Ying, talked cordially and laughed from time to time.

After dinner, Zhang Lan drove Qin Yongjun to the city. Although her mother secretly encouraged Zhang Lan to stay, she couldn't do this even if it was true, let alone fake.

After sending Qin Yongjun to the high-speed rail station, Zhang Lan breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Qin Yongjun walk into the station. The things he had experienced in the past two days were too bizarre and he couldn't calm down. Wait until you get back and calm down before stroking it carefully.

When Zhang Lan returned home, Zhang Lan's mother Li Ying was chatting with someone on her mobile phone. When she saw Zhang Lan coming in, she rolled her eyes and ignored him. A greeting came from the other end of the phone: " Is Zhang Lan going home? I'm going to the mall right away, and I should get off the car in a while."

Zhang Lan's mother replied with a busy smile: "I'm back. I just walked in. Yongjun, you are alone. When you get off the car, please take care of your belongings. Don't panic. When you get to the station, let others go out first. We are not in a hurry. We are not in a hurry. People will be crowded there for a while."

As the voice answered the phone, the smile on Zhang Lan's mother's face never fell. When Qin Yongjun said he was standing and ready to get off, she reluctantly hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Lan's mother saw Zhang Lan peeling an apple and eating it. The smile on her face instantly dropped, and she said with an expression of hatred: "Zhang Lan, Zhang Lan, what do you want me to say about you?" What's wrong with someone who came all the way to see you off and left me alone at the high-speed rail station to take the train? Are you guys in love? Fortunately, the girl said nice things to you. You haven't slept much in the past two days. She asked you to go home early. Isn't your house in the city a house? Where did you two go to stay for the night? "

Zhang Lan's mother became very angry when she thought about what Zhang Lan had done tonight. Zhang Lan didn't know how to talk about it. She wouldn't have gone home if she had known it. I picked up the key and said to my mother: I'm going to sleep in the old house. Despite my mother's scolding, I quickly got into the car and ran away.

It was night, Zhang Lan was sitting at the desk in the bedroom of his old house, shaking the mouse to search for information. The cost of refining medicine was too expensive. He wanted to find out if there were any magical powers that could make him money. After over and over again, the one that excited Zhang Lan the most was the pupil technique. He had a pair of precious pupils to identify the authenticity and missed several treasures. , then the money will come in a lot of money. There is also the so-called gambling on stones, but many novels say that precious jade has spiritual energy? I don’t know what it is like.

Zhang Lan currently mainly needs merit, or in other words, he is still a little short of money. Once he has money, many of the things Zhang Lan wants to do and is doing can be advanced quickly, instead of slowly and slowly like now.

You don't have to use medical skills to help others. You can also donate money and materials, but the problem now is lack of money. I got up and punched twice slowly in the yard of my old house to relieve my impatience. Let's take a shower and go to bed. We'll talk about it later.

In the morning, Zhang Lan took a break while no one was around and picked up her phone to continue reading about the Five Elements. Whether the five elements are mutually reinforcing or the five elements are mutually incompatible, the ancients generally did not talk about metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. In ancient books, either the five elements are in harmony with each other, wood, fire, earth, metal, and water, or the five elements are in conflict with each other, metal, wood, earth, water, and fire. Earth is always in the center.

The five elements produce each other: wood produces fire, fire produces earth, earth produces metal, metal produces water, and water produces wood. The five elements are in conflict with each other: metal defeats wood, wood defeats earth, earth defeats water, water defeats fire, and fire defeats metal.

Zhang Lan carefully urged the five air currents of green, red, yellow, white and black to rotate in the palm of his hand. He just thought of saying, "Look at my five-color divine light, everything is brushed." 'As a result, a transparent border appeared, and the merit value dropped rapidly. Before Zhang Lan could react, the colorful aura in his hand suddenly dissipated, and the merit value was showing a big 0/10000 on the panel, as if he was mocking silently. Zhang Lan.

Zhang Lan didn't expect that researching a spell would be so expensive. Looking at the depleted merits on the panel, Zhang Lan sighed. What should I do every day? Give yourself a pat on the back.

After leaving a message to her mother that she would have dinner at the old house at noon, Zhang Lan increased the external playback volume of her mobile phone to the maximum and chose an old song to play repeatedly. Putting her cell phone on the Eight Immortals table in the main room, Zhang Lan started cooking while humming to the music.

"Go, go, go, good man, come with me..."

I rummaged through the refrigerator and took a look at the vegetable basket. Zhang Lan first stuffed the rice, then washed her hands and started choosing and washing vegetables. Cut the yuba into small pieces, soak in warm water, add a little salt and vinegar, cover with a lid and set aside. Then he took out a piece of pork belly from the refrigerator, cut half into slices, and half into diced meat. After preparing all the ingredients, he put them on the chopping board. When his parents called later, he started cooking.

The first people who came to see Zhang Lan were because he could treat people and relieve pain, but now almost no one comes to him for treatment. They usually ask about various matters. Ever since Zhang Lan revealed Qimen Dunjia, people looking for people and things have come to his door. Although Zhang Lan had always wanted to deny his immortal attributes before, he gradually felt that being an immortal was not bad, as long as he was sincere, and then If it's a little more effective, his fame will spread faster than that of the original miracle doctor.

An old man on the mountain was lost a while ago. The old man's eldest daughter found Zhang Lan here according to someone's instructions. At that time, Zhang Lan's Qi Men Dun Jia had just been lit up. After some use, according to Qi Men Dun Jia's instructions, The direction was actually found.

Although the old man passed away unfortunately because it took too long to find him, Zhang Lan became the number one fortune teller in all parts of the country from that day on. Compared to his medical skills, the villagers were more convinced by Zhang Lan's fortune telling, which made Zhang Lan dumbfounded.

Nasal congestion, cough, and pain in limbs. Feeling weak.

The writing is a bit poor, I basically just write whatever comes to mind. Everyone will just have to wait and see, the humble author will try his best to improve the level while keeping updated.