Old neighbors on the street say hello.

A few old men squatting at the corner of the wall, carrying teapots and playing chess early in the morning, nodded to Yin Xuuge with a smile. Yin Xuuge was born in the Yin family, but he was not as arrogant and domineering as other Yin family members.

He has a habit of doing good deeds and will occasionally come forward to solve some minor troubles for his old neighbors, so his popularity is not bad, even very good.

As mentioned before, except for his slightly dark skin, Yin Xuuge was even considered very handsome and had the potential to be a pretty boy. So he was full of confidence along the way and greeted the little girls and eldest wives who walked out of the house with a shopping basket.

Throw away the bright smile.

But when he smiled, his two overly thick eyebrows were raised. The little girls and wives saw his eyebrows at first sight and completely ignored his handsome face. That's why they didn't get a clear look at Yin Xuege.

What did he look like? He lowered his head shyly and left quickly with light steps.

"A little sad."

Looking at the young and energetic girls who were bowing their heads and walking away quickly, Yin Xuege sighed softly.

Qing Ling has the ideal of life that if her young master dies one day, she will sell the house, use the money to go back to a country she can't even remember, get married, and then have a lot of children. But Yin Xuege feels that

, if he does not solve the confusion caused by his two eyebrows, he will have no hope of achieving similar life goals.

"Unless it's a blind date?"

His body shivered violently, and Yin Xuuge shook his head sincerely.

"Forget it, let's not harm other girls."

"It's very difficult to raise a young man now. I don't know where the money for next month's meals will be. How can I afford to raise a woman?"

"How about we really sell half of the house?"

After thinking carefully about some of Qing Ling's suggestions, Yin Xuege turned around and looked at his ancestral home deeply, twice, and three times with the eyes of a farmer looking at the big fat pig in the pig pen.

Eye.

After looking at it three times, Yin Xuuge turned around and strode away without looking back.

"Selling the ancestral property is a waste of money. The reputation is too bad. I want to inherit the inheritance left by my father, my father's father, my father's father's father, and even more ancient fathers.

There’s no hope.”

"At critical moments, you can't make mistakes."

It takes more than a quarter of an hour to walk along the main road from the Yin Xuege family's house to the Yin family's religious school.

But if you take a detour through a small alley, you can get there in just half a quarter of an hour.

Standing at the entrance of the familiar alley, looking at the high walls on both sides and the thick moss on the walls, Yin Xuuge subconsciously touched the back of his head, which was still swollen with a bloody pimple after rubbing it with hot eggs.

Turning around, he walked along the avenue towards Zongxue.

There are ten horizontal, ten vertical and twenty avenues in Weinan City. Each avenue has a street patrol officer who oversees ten legal servants who are responsible for daily security patrols. It is absolutely safe to walk on the streets. City foxes and rats will never dare to do so.

Commit crimes on the street.

But in an alley?

"Ten taels of silver, that's ten thousand copper coins. There are also three Gu Yuan Pills, each worth twenty taels of silver."

"Unknowingly, I have lost so much money in the past half year? What a prodigal."

Putting his hands in his sleeves, walking slowly on the street like a Mr. Dong Heng, Yin Xuege complained to himself in a low voice. In other words, he complained in a low voice to himself before he fell into coma yesterday.

"I have to find a way to make money. But I don't know many things. How can I make money if I don't have the resources?"

"Perhaps, a certain guy is right, a business without capital is the fastest way to make money. Come on, think about it."

A tributary of the Wei River passes through Weinan City. Walk along the main street and cross a ten-foot-long arch bridge on the river. Surrounded by greenery on the other side, the place where a cornice is raised is the Yin family's religious school.

There is a large locust tree at the head of the bridge, with deep roots and lush branches and leaves, which is as thick as seven or eight people hugging each other.

When Yin Xuege walked past the big locust tree, she gently reached out and touched its rough bark.

In a place where outsiders could not see, a very thin line of green air seeped out from the bark of the tree. It was only about two inches long. It seeped into the palm of his hand very lightly. A thin line of cool air ran along the meridians on his arm.

The still swollen and painful wound on the back of his head suddenly felt cool and felt much better.

Moreover, when this cool air flows through the meridians on the arms, the meridians are also cool and there is an electrifying feeling.

If you can look inside, you can see that dozens of large and small acupuncture points on the meridians are illuminated with a layer of faint blue light at the same time. This layer of dim light disappears in a flash. After this flow of green air passes, these apertures

The hole became dim.

He nodded with satisfaction, patted the bark of the old locust tree vigorously, and Yin Xuege murmured a few words in a low voice.

"Old Sophora japonica, Old Sophora japonica, you don't lack a little bit of anger, right? You're at least thousands of years old, so what's this little bit of anger? Just suck some soil and fertilizer and you'll be back."

"So, if you borrow it and never pay it back, you won't keep it in mind, right?"

"It doesn't matter if you keep it in mind. There are legal officers and legal guards patrolling the city. Even if you become a tree spirit, you will be chopped into pieces and used as firewood. So..."

The palm of his hand moved slightly, and another thin stream of green energy flowed out. This time, the green energy was half a foot long, and it quickly rushed into the wound on the back of his head. Yin Xuuge nodded with satisfaction, and he touched it.

Touching his belly, his face suddenly darkened.

If this strength is too weak, it is not good.

I just borrowed some energy from this old locust tree with amazing vitality to heal my injuries. The two eggs I just ate in the morning were actually used up.

"My Gu Yuan Dan."

Yin Xuege was troubled, muttering in a low voice with a hint of resentment and even hatred. A Gu Yuan Dan could at least support him to absorb a hundred times the vitality just now, right? Nourishing the body with the vitality of the old locust tree is better than using the vitality of the old locust tree.

Simply taking Guyuan Dan is too strong.

While chanting, he ran quickly towards Zongxue. He didn't take a shortcut today, so he misjudged the time. A low bell rang in Zongxue. This was the preparation bell, and the official lecture would start soon.

The religious laws are very strict. If a religious student dares to be late, a severe beating is inevitable.

That was a real beating, a beating that could break the bones in both thighs.

"I'm short of money, but I can't get beaten. Otherwise, where will the money for soup and medicine come from?"

"Zongxue only cares about beatings, but not about healing. It's so inhumane. It's so, so inhumane."

He quickly rushed into the dark door of Zongxue with bronze door nails. He quickly rushed into the lecture hall and sat down in his seat. Only then did Yin Xuege take a deep breath of relief.

.

"The bandits robbed and killed people, but why do they occasionally kill and bury them?"

"This proves that the personalities of these teachers in Zongxue are worse than those of mountain bandits."

There was a loud bang, and a big, fat hand like a bear's paw slammed hard on the desk in front of Yin Xuuge.

A young boy who was at least a head taller than him and covered in tender white flesh stood panting beside Yin Xuuge, gnashing his teeth and mumbling in a low voice.

"Young Master Xue, what's going on in your head?"

"If you dare to provoke the boss of our Yin Family Shuangxiu, you are really seeking death."

"Tell me, who dares to knock you on the head? We will carry a bucket of excrement tonight and spray it all at his front door."

Yin Xuuge raised his head, looked at Yin Feifei, the only person close to him in the Yin family sect, and coughed lightly.

"Fei Fei, the normal school is at the door. Do you want to be beaten?"

Yin Feifei's big white flesh rolled violently, and then like a light bird, he rushed back to the seat two feet away with one big step, and slammed his butt down.
Chapter completed!