[Comprehensive] Short-lived ghost

At night, He Fang took advantage of the darkness to sneak into Lin Daiyu's boudoir, took off the ring and put it on Lin Daiyu's hand, waited for a long time, saw that Lin Daiyu's breathing was stable and her pulse became stronger, then took off the ring and put it back on her hand, quietly Left without a sound.

Lin Daiyu is congenitally deficient and weak in constitution. Since she was a child, she lived a life of being dependent on others, and became sensitive and worrying. Therefore, her body has been poorly maintained. He Fang used the smart guard to strengthen her physique and make up for her congenital deficiencies, so that she would not lose weight. As for losing his life because of a minor illness.

The next step is to find Jia Baoyu, which took a lot of time. The Jia family is now short of money and people, and cannot search for Jia Baoyu in a large area. After searching for a while, they gave up. It was just a burden, so no one mentioned looking for him again.

He Fang asked Xue Pan and King Bei Jing to help find Jia Baoyu. He Fang had no one, but he had plenty of silver. He went to the beggar's nest, took out Jia Baoyu's portrait and handed it to the beggar, and threw another bag of silver as a deposit.

The three parties mobilized together, and found Jia Baoyu in a small temple on the mountain within ten days. Jia Baoyu was enlightened by a monk with a scarlet head, and he was cured of his madness. Looking back on his short ten years, the paper is full of absurdity , Thinking of the women who were delayed and harmed by him, and the grandmother who passed away because of thinking about him, I really felt that I had committed a lot of sins and wanted to become a monk, but when I thought of Sister Lin, who was in the rain with pear blossoms, I couldn't let go of the world of mortals.

During the past few days when Jia Baoyu was sober, he knelt in front of the Buddha statue to reflect on himself.

"Jia Baoyu, your mundane affairs are over, so you should give up the idea of ​​becoming a monk." Jia Baoyu opened his eyes sharply, looked at the bronze statue in front of him with clear eyes, and quickly bowed to the ground, "My Buddha is merciful, my disciple thinks pass."

He Fang laughed and walked out from the dark place, "I'm not a Buddha."

"Are you a fairy or a monster?" Jia Baoyu stood up and asked in surprise.

He stayed in this temple all the time, why didn't he find that there was another person here, He Fang stepped lightly on the ground, and walked in front of him in the blink of an eye.

"Now that you are no longer mad, it's time to do what you have to do."

Jia Baoyu saw that He Fang was not as good as a bad person, put his hands together and bowed towards He Fang, saying: "Where should I go, and what should I do, please show me, sir."

"Go where you have to go, do what you have to do."

He Fang didn't talk nonsense with him, grabbed his arm, and jumped out of the temple with a light leap. Before Jia Baoyu could gain a firm foothold, he jumped between the branches of the tree a few times, and soon came to the foot of the mountain. Baoyu's mournful screams still echoed in the mountains for a long time.

After descending the mountain, He Fang took him straight back to his house. First, he was scrubbed clean, and then food was prepared for him. After Jia Baoyu took a bath and put on clean and comfortable clothes, he came back to life. After feasting on two bowls of rice, he burped, and politely bowed to He Fang: "Thank you, sir, for your kindness."

He Fang saw that after he lost weight, he lost his meaty face and became more handsome, so he took him to the bamboo garden, but He Fang didn't follow him in, but just told Jia Baoyu that there was an old friend there, and left.

When it was time for dinner in the evening, Jia Baoyu came to look for He Fang, his eyes were red and swollen, and he didn't need to look at Lin Daiyu to know that he would faint from crying again.

Jia Baoyu came in, lifted his robe and knelt on the ground, "Thank you, sir, for saving your life."

"You get up first, we are also relatives." He Fang said that he was Wang Ziteng's adopted son. Jia Baoyu could not doubt that he was there, and immediately called He Fang's brother affectionately, comparable to Xue Pan.

He Fang invited Jia Baoyu to have a meal together. After the meal, the two brothers chatted for a long time. After the chat, Jia Baoyu no longer despaired of the future, because under He Fang's enlightenment, he found that he was not useless, living among women After more than ten years, he knows women very well. He also made rouge powder for his sisters and sisters. He also has ideas about women's makeup and clothing.

Under He Fang's recommendation, Jia Baoyu became the shopkeeper of Xue Pan's store, specializing in women's products. After Jia Zheng knew about it, he thought that he was willing to degenerate and ruined the face of scholars, and scolded Jia Baoyu in front of neighbors. He is an unfilial son and severed the father-son relationship with him.

Mrs. Wang went to see Jia Baoyu to persuade him to go home. Jia Baoyu knew that his own mother deliberately let Lin Daiyu wait to die, and saw through her vicious heart under her kindness. Now that I think about it, the maid who was close to him was either forced to commit suicide by her or After being sent out, none of them came to a good end, and they had a lot of trouble with Mrs. Wang.

Jia Baoyu devoted himself to the research of his women's products, and He Fang planned and promoted them behind the scenes. In just two or three months, the rouge powder and head accessories and hairbands developed by Jia Baoyu became the products that women in the capital rushed to buy.

Seeing Jia Baoyu's progress, Lin Daiyu cared for her so much, she was no longer surrounded by Yingying Yanyan, sisters and sisters, and she was not as indifferent and unpredictable as before. She was relieved, and her mood changed when she was in a good mood Much better, Zijuan was happy when she saw it, and boldly ran to ask Jia Baoyu when she would marry her girl.

Jia Baoyu originally wanted to wait a few more years and make plans after he had achieved something, but when he thought that Lin Daiyu was still dependent on others and had no home of his own, he felt very uncomfortable.

Jia Baoyu took one year's wages from Xue Pan, and bought a small house in the north of the city to decorate it into a new house. After all, Jia Baoyu informed the Jia family about Lin Daiyu's marriage. Although Jia Zheng agreed that Lin Daiyu was the funeral star. , and deliberately ignored her thoughts of letting her die, but after all, Lin Daiyu was the only daughter of her own sister. Jia Zheng still showed up on the wedding day and received the kowtow ceremony from the couple, but he didn't want to stay longer and drank a glass of wine just left.

On the night when Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu got married, apart from the new couple, He Fang was the happiest person. He Fang drank a few more glasses that night, and Xue Pan asked him why he was so happy. , no one can guess his mind.

After the banquet was over, He Fang and Xue Pan walked out of the gate. A lame Taoist priest and monk with a scarlet head stood outside the door, staring at He Fang intently.

"Where did you come from? It's fine to change your fate against the sky. Why change Baodai's ending? The fate of the two of them is determined by God. God's will cannot be violated. You are not afraid of retribution." The lame Taoist priest shouted loudly.

"Where did the beggars come from, what are you screaming for?" Xue Pan waved his hand to drive them away.

He Fang stopped him and looked at the two with his hands behind his back.

"I just do it, I want to see, what can this day do to me?" He Fang's tone was extremely arrogant, and he didn't take this world seriously.

"You..." Both of them were startled, they glanced at each other, turned around and left without further words.

Sitting in the carriage going back, He Fang couldn't wait to receive the task reward, and added growth points to his spiritual power. The number of spiritual points kept jumping, and the instant filling of spiritual power made He Fang's brain seem to be full Same.

At the same time, the rosary on his wrist was emitting a faint light. He Fang felt that his head was no longer swollen, and when he came back to his senses, not only his mental power level broke through level C, but even the rosary was raised by one level, and the space became larger Ten times, as for any hidden functions, He Fang has no time to study it carefully.

He Fang's current comprehensive strength has just reached D, and he can finally learn attack skills. He clicked on the skill bar, and he didn't have enough growth points left, so he can only learn one at the moment.

He Fang read the skill description carefully, and the skills he can learn are only fireball, one-handed skills, melee attack, the flame will wrap around the palm, burn on contact, and the fireball cannot be released, which is a big drawback.

The temperature of the primary fireball can only reach 200 degrees Celsius, and the temperature of the advanced fireball can reach 1000 degrees Celsius, and it is difficult to extinguish it with water. It can only be extinguished by burning things into ashes.

Use the remaining growth points to learn the fireball technique. As soon as the growth points are submitted, Xiaoyu reminds him that he can use the fireball technique.

He Fang stretched out his left hand wearing the ring suspiciously, and with consciousness, a small cluster of flames burst out from the surface of the ring, and the flames turned into flames, wrapped around He Fang's left hand, and instantly illuminated the entire carriage.

He Fang was fascinated by the flames in his hands, and his hands couldn't feel the heat. He tore off a piece of cloth curtain and threw it into his palm. The cloth was instantly ignited and turned into ashes. It wasn't until he really saw such an incredible scene that He Fang loved Xiaoyu more. Kind of trust.

Among human beings, He Fang is considered the strongest among the strong, but this is not enough, he needs to be stronger and stronger.

He Fang has a new gadget, and there is no target for him to attack at home, so he practices how to fire instantly, how to control the temperature, how many times a day he can use the flame, and where is the limit, these are all things he needs to figure out.

He Fang didn't hide it from Hong Luan who was serving him personally, and sometimes let Hong Luan hold the meat skewers to roast him on fire, and Hong Luan also went from being frightened at the beginning to calm down later.

"Master, the temperature is too high, the meat will burn."

"Well." He Fang is training to control the temperature, which is not an easy task, which requires very precise temperature sensing and control capabilities.

Hong Luan turned over the meat skewers, and sprinkled a lot of chili noodles on the paste side.

Waiting for He Fang to be tired, Hong Luan gave the grilled meat skewers to the servants to share. The servants were full of joy, but looking at the grilled meat skewers, some were half-baked, some were burnt, and some were sprinkled with chili peppers. If you can't see the flesh-colored ones, you won't be so happy in your heart. After eating the meat skewers, the toilet in He Fang's mansion has become everyone's favorite place to go.

He Fang soaked his hands in cold water, the flames would not burn He Fang's hands, but holding the flames in his hands for a long time made He Fang's hands feel like a hot iron plate, and the temperature would not dissipate for a long time.

When the soaking was almost done, Hongluan wiped his hands carefully with a handkerchief, and then rubbed his stiff left hand.

"Hongluan knows so many secrets of the master, will the master kill Hongluan in the future?" Hongluan lowered her eyebrows, her tone was indifferent, as if she was only chatting with He Fang.

"This is indeed the safest way." He Fang followed her words and said without distraction.

Hongluan's eyelids did not move, her hands were still so gentle, and she didn't show any fear at all because of the possible death.

Hongluan raised her head, with a calm smile on the corner of her mouth, "Whenever the master feels that Hongluan can't be tolerated anymore, just let me know, Hongluan will never make things difficult for the master. Secretly brought into the soil."

The author has something to say: Hong Luan is a good girl, if she dies, I will erect a monument for her