Fang Jie's lucky palms hit the collapsed beam with his palms. With a roar, the beam was suddenly shocked by him and fell into the yard. The blocked door was revealed...

The yard soon became quiet. Fang Jie looked back for a while and saw that no one seemed to notice the noise in the yard outside, so he hurried into the room.

After entering the house, Fang Jie glanced quickly, and there was nothing inside. He shook his head, walked through the back door of the house, and came to the backyard of the house.

There were broken swords and walls everywhere in the backyard, and weeds were overgrown. It seemed that they had been abandoned for a long time.

The only furniture is the bookshelves leaning against the dark corner of the yard. They are already decaying and I don’t know how long it has been left there.

"It's the bookshelf again..." Fang Jie cursed inwardly.

He swept through the way and didn't know how many bookshelf he had seen. He always looked forward to showing some martial arts secrets on it, but he always returned in disappointment.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Fang Jie couldn't help but hold his pace as before. After a half-second ideological struggle, he gritted his teeth and turned around and walked towards the ragged bookshelf.

It has to be said that Fang Jie's own thoughts are actually the same as ordinary people. They fail repeatedly and fail. After searching repeatedly but without any gains, they will become lazy and feel that it is not a big deal to miss two places occasionally.

But the difference is that Fang Jie is too stubborn and has a bit of a perfectionist tendency. If he misses it a little, he will feel very unwilling to accept it. He always feels not perfect enough. He always thinks in his heart what he is... What if..., and this subconscious thought always dominates at critical moments, forcing him to involuntarily do what he is extremely reluctant to do.

This was the case before I almost left the broken house, but now, it is the case, and then it is even more so - humans are indeed very contradictory animals.

When he arrived at the bookshelf, Fang Jie, who had no hope at all, still looked up and down patiently... As expected, there was nothing!

Fang Jie cursed inwardly, but the stubbornness in his heart came up again, so he kicked the bookshelf apart as if he was doing his best to give himself a reason to leave, and then turned around and left. But after just two steps, he couldn't help but pause and ran back quickly. There was a red object scattered under the rotten wood scattered all over the ground.

Fang Jie quickly kicked the rotten wood on the ground away, and a secret book with a red cover was quickly revealed. When he picked it up, he saw four regular characters written on the cover: Blood-sweet chess note!

"Hyperthermal chess score?" Fang Jie was stunned for a moment and quickly used the viewing function for the Haperthermal chess score.

System prompts: This is a secret book for chess games, which can be broken at any time without being wanted by the government. This book records the game where national player Liu Zhongfu killed a chess game at the foot of Mount Li. It was 112 moves, and the killing was thrilling. Legend has it that when Liu Zhongfu was defeated, he vomited several liters of blood immediately, so it is called the blood vomiting score. Learning this book can increase the auxiliary skill Luanqi to level 3oo, and the special hidden weapon skill Wind and Thunder Screw Method to level 5oo...

"Feng Lei Zi Method? Special hidden weapon skill?" Fang Jie ignored Luan Qi's way, but before he could have time to be surprised, the system choked him with a sentence: he could not learn the Feng Lei Zi Method by innate understanding below 22 points.

After hearing the last sentence, Fang Jie was so angry that he almost choked with blood. He finally found a special secret book of hidden weapons, but he couldn't learn it. It was like giving him a passbook of one million but he couldn't withdraw the money for a while. That feeling was really unspeakable.

However, it was a little comforting that Fang Jie at least confirmed that his sweeping method could indeed get some puzzle-solving props, proving that his previous efforts were not in vain. Thinking that he almost left the broken house several times just now, Fang Jie was very grateful. As expected, his hard work paid off!

Perhaps there are players like Fang Jie in the game, but there are definitely not many. Most players who are determined to pursue the ultimate martial arts will not "waste" a lot of time to sweep from house to house. Among the remaining small players, at least most people will turn around and leave after seeing the door blocked by the door beam. The small number of players among the small players may not necessarily break up the bookshelf even if they enter the house...

In short, God is fair, it depends on whether you are careful enough, whether you can accomplish something consistently, and never give up any chance that may arise. As long as you seize it once, everything is worth it!

Although he can't learn the blood-sniffing chess score for the time being, Fang Jie did not intend to sell it. Now he has finally got a special secret weapon martial arts book, so he naturally has to keep it for himself to use it in the future. As for the way of Luan Qi, Fang Jie, who is still a little sensible about the game, doesn't care much at all. He can't figure out what the vase-style skill is for now.

After receiving the sweetness, Fang Jie carefully swept the broken house inside and outside again, and saw that there was indeed no oil and water, he walked out of the broken house.

As soon as he walked out of the broken house, Fang Jie heard a sound behind him. He quickly turned around and saw that the door beam that was knocked away by him was crossing the door again. It must be some refreshing setting of the system.

Fang Jie's heart moved and looked around. While no one passed by, he knocked the door beam away and then got into the broken house.

He quickly walked to the backyard and before he could get close to the bookshelf, Fang Jie turned around because the bookshelf was still scattered and there was nothing underneath. Obviously, he fantasized about the possibility of brushing secret books that did not exist at all.

After leaving the broken house, Fang Jie smiled self-deprecatingly, thinking that he really regarded the game system as a fool, how could it be possible?

After reorganizing his mood, he returned to the South Street. Fang Jie realized that it was getting late, and the clouds in the West were burning red, dotted on the washing sky.

When he thought that the city would be uneasy when midnight passed, Fang Jie did not dare to waste his time anymore and walked quickly towards Wangjiang Tower. Although he knew that there would be no harm in the coming and going there, he thought this was a necessary procedure and did not want to leave any regrets in his heart.

When I arrived in front of the building, there was a well. I saw a half line of poems and a few lines of words engraved on the stone tablet next to me: Xue Taojing. Legend has it that because Xue Tao, a female poet of the Tang Dynasty, washed a red poem note, it was passed down through the ages: the ancient well without waves is heavy, and the colored note is treasured by the world. This woman is beautiful, smart and intelligent, able to write poems at the age of 8, knows the rhythm, is talented, and has a moment of fame. This is also the only legacy of this talented woman's passing on the world.

"Don't catch a cold." Fang Jie glanced lightly and quickly climbed to Wangjiang Tower.

Wangjiang Tower is also known as Chongli Pavilion. It has two floors and four corners, two floors of octagonal, red pillars, glazed tiles, flying tiles, carved beams and painted buildings, climbing up to it, looking at the Funan River from afar, the breeze blows on the face, and the boats and fires shuttle, which is a beautiful scenery. Around the building, there are thousands of green bamboos facing the sky, and when the rain and mist are misty

The light smoke covers greenery, the sound of bamboo and birds is breathtaking.

Although it was already evening, there were still many players watching the scenery upstairs. Of course, most of them were lovers who had been here. In addition, there were many young white-faced players wearing white robes, shaking folding fans in their hands, and disguising themselves as literati Yake. They were shaking their heads and keeping on.

As soon as I went upstairs, I saw a "spoken" player looking at the vast river waves and chanting: "Wangjiang Tower, looking at the river flow, looking down the river flow, looking down the river flow, the river flow forever, the river flow forever..."

"Okay! Brother, I have such literary talent!" As soon as I was halfway through, some of the sensation around me were also excited. At the same time, someone echoed: "Competition on the poetry stage, competing on the poetry stage, competing on the poetry stage, competing on the poetry stage, competing on the poetry stage, competing on the poetry stage, competing on the poetry stage, competing on the poetry stage, competing on the poetry stage, competing on the poetry stage, competing on the poetry stage, competing on the poetry stage, competing on the poetry stage, competing on the poetry stage, competing on the poetry stage, competing on the poetry stage, competing on the poetry stage, competing on the poetry stage, competing on the poetry stage…"

"Okay! OK! OK!" There was another noise, and the sound was very loud. It seemed that these idle people were deliberately calling for others, and they were very pretentious.

However, Fang Jie was most disgusted with such a pretentious, self-righteous, and self-pretentious person, and suddenly said: "Looking at the sky, looking at the sky in vain, looking at the sky in vain every day, and complaining without any illness, extremely boring!"

When he heard this, the audience was in an uproar. After three seconds of silence, a white-robed player pointed at Fang Jie with a folding fan and said angrily: "It's outrageous! Are you calling us accusing of being a good person??"

Fang Jie looked at the man and soon learned that the other party was a disciple of Qingcheng Sect, named Qingfeng. At this moment, someone next to him sneered: "Hmph, the little lama from the One Blood Knife Sect seems to not want to live anymore."

Fang Jie was too lazy to check one by one, and looked around. Most of them were disciples of the Qingcheng Sect and Emei Sect. He thought that as an evil sect, it would be better to cause less trouble. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but hold his fists and smile: "I'm just a little confused and simple, and I just talked a few words on my whim."

"Hahaha, no, I think it's pretty good!"

Before Fang Jie finished speaking, a beautiful laugh sounded from behind him. When he looked back, he found that it was a female disciple of the Emei Sect. The woman half-covered her mouth and giggled, "Geehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"He is a disciple of the evil sect, you actually talk for him!" The Qingcheng sect disciples next to him were immediately dissatisfied and accused the woman of turning her elbow outwards.

"The little woman just wanted to stand here quietly to watch the scenery, but was ruined by a group of idle people. It's a pity that there is no young hero's good literary talent, otherwise..." The woman didn't say anything later, but everyone could hear what this sentence meant. Many players around showed a look of agreement, obviously they also felt that these players who like to show off their interest.

"Oh, the trouble comes from the mouth! Trouble!"

Fang Jie shook his head, not wanting to pay attention to these people anymore, and walked quickly downstairs. However, after walking two steps, Qingfeng's sneer came from behind: "Do you want to leave if you fart?"

Fang Jie couldn't help but pause, his heart was filled with anger. He stopped and turned around, saying indifferently: "If you fart, you will naturally have to leave. Unlike some people, they pollute the environment and enjoy themselves."
Chapter completed!