Chapter 258: The cultivation level is not enough, I have to make up for it with a small life (monthly ticket plus updates)
Walking out of the study, Meng Jimin asked Fangyan:
"What shall we do next?"
Dialect said:
"I plan to go to the police station."
When Meng Jimin heard what Fang Yan said, he obviously didn't believe it. He asked:
"Police station? What are you going to do? Report a crime?"
"Go and give gifts." Fang Yan responded.
Meng Jimin said:
"Stop joking, what kind of gift are you going to the police station to give?"
"Forget it if you don't believe it." Fang Yan shook his head.
Then he raised his wrist and glanced at the time on his watch, and then said:
"It's almost two o'clock now. If you're okay, why don't you do this for today? We'll see you at Tongrentang tomorrow."
When Meng Jimin heard the dialect asking him to leave, he hurriedly said:
"No, I have nothing to do in the afternoon. I will be bored when I go back. What are you going to do? Why don't you take me with you."
Fang Yan walked to the cabinet in the main hall and opened the door. Inside were gift bags wrapped by Zhu Lin.
He said to Meng Jimin:
"I really went to the police station to give gifts and invite people to the National Day wedding banquet."
"Look, we have everything ready at home."
Meng Jimin saw the pile of things and said in surprise:
"When did you interact with people from the police station? I've never heard of you saying that before."
This matter has something to do with enemy agents. The dialect didn’t make it very clear, but he just answered casually:
"Just some time ago."
"How about it, do you want to go together?"
Meng Jimin thought for a while and then said:
"Go."
Next, Fang Yan and Meng Jimin packed up the gifts for the police comrades, and then went out on their bicycles.
It didn't take long to reach the nearby police station.
After delivering the things with Fang Yan, the two drank tea in the police station again.
It is drinking tea in the true sense of the word.
The people at the police station were quite busy today. The brother-in-law and his brother were fighting nearby, and the bicycle wheels were stolen by people in the yard. They were all mediated at the police station.
Fang Yan and Meng Jimin were like melon-eaters here, seeing all kinds of things in the world.
When he was bored, Meng Jimin held a tea cup and analyzed the faces of the people who came to the police station in dialect. He studied the faces for a long time and didn't even have time to read his master's notes, so he explained this aspect in detail. .
Fang Yan nodded repeatedly.
At this time, Meng Jimin explained some Jianghu stuff in a simple and profound way, and Fang Yan suddenly felt that some of his previous doubts had been solved.
He also concentrated and began to carefully observe these people.
Not to mention, gradually, the contents of the Jianghu sect's photo books that he had read emerged in his mind.
After comparing these people one by one, Fang Yan found that what Meng Jimin said was exactly the same.
As Meng Jimin explained, Fang Yan felt that his system was on the verge of blessing.
Sure enough, after Meng Jimin spoke some more, a system prompt sounded in Fang Yan's mind:
【bite! Magical skill experience system, Meng Jimin summarizes Jianghu School’s physiognomy analysis experience + 10 years]
Fang Yan was startled when he heard this voice.
Unexpectedly, it was not the book that Blessing had read, but the physiognomy analysis explained by Blessing Meng Jimin.
Now that he looks at the faces of these people, as long as he concentrates, some more detailed facial information will naturally appear in his mind. There is much more information than the academic books he blessed before.
He couldn't help but sigh: Meng Jimin's trip in the afternoon was really not in vain.
Looking at these people in front of him, Fang Yan gained a deeper understanding of the words "Xiang Shen Shen".
Anyone who can cause trouble in the police station is really a talented person.
The face really reflects it.
Just when Fang Yan was getting excited.
"Hiss..."
Meng Jimin suddenly grinned and covered his head. "What's wrong? Does the wound on your head hurt?" Fang Yan looked at Meng Jimin.
Meng Jimin waved his hand:
"It's not a wound, it's a headache from too much analysis."
Fang Yan grabbed his wrist and checked his pulse, and found that it was almost the same as the fourth child's overthinking pulse yesterday.
I had only watched it for two hours, and it was as if Fang Chen had been working hard for several days.
Meng Jimin stood up, rubbed his temples and said to Fangyan:
"Old Fang, it's almost time, let's go."
Fang Yan nodded after hearing this, and first went to speak to the police at the police station who handled the incident, and then the two of them walked out of the police station.
After leaving the police station, Meng Jimin said:
"This thing will hurt your nerves if you use it too much. In ancient times, people who read fortune tellers read three times a day. This is really not pretending. People are thinking about themselves. If they read without restrictions, they will really short-lived themselves."
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When Fang Yan heard what he said, he nodded in agreement.
A person's energy is limited. If fortune-telling consumes so much energy, then reading too much will indeed shorten your life.
Just like someone in the past life told people to tell fortunes and read fortunes, not everyone can do it. If the blue bar is not enough, the blood bar must be used to make up for it.
This is comparable to the three disadvantages and five deficiencies.
Fang Yan himself can feel that the more information he can learn from other people's faces, the higher his mental consumption will be, and the more concentrated mental power will cause this situation to happen.
It's just that he has practiced martial arts and is mentally stronger than ordinary people, so he is not as obvious as Meng Jimin.
Fang Yan patted Meng Jimin on the shoulder:
"Do you know why Mr. Zhu doesn't let you learn?"
"For the sake of your life, if it is not necessary, you should use it sparingly in the future."
Meng Jimin said:
"Don't worry, I'm not here to show you today. I wouldn't use it with such high intensity on weekdays. It's actually very safe and won't endanger my life."
Fang Yan shook his head speechlessly. Lao Meng seemed to be really addicted to learning.
"Okay, I won't go back with you. I have to pick up my daughter from school. Tomorrow is the weekend, and I have to go back to my wife's house for a regular dinner tonight." Meng Jimin stopped at the intersection and said to Fang Yan.
Dialect nodded:
"See you tomorrow."
"Okay, see you tomorrow!" Meng Jimin replied, then rode his bike in the other direction.
Dialect is heading towards home.
This afternoon I blessed some of the essence of physiognomy summarized by Meng Jimin, which is not a loss.
Yesterday, Director Hu's family delivered a lot of food. The family didn't have to buy food for a few days, so Fang Yan rode directly to the house.
……
A little later, my father appeared at the gate of the courtyard with his father-in-law, carrying a cart full of rice, flour and oil. It turned out that his father-in-law had bought all these.
He said that he ate in the cafeteria at noon and ate here again in the evening. The old couple's tickets at home were about to expire.
So he bought some first, mainly because it was not easy to fit too many into the truck body, otherwise he could buy more.
Fang Yan didn't say much about his father-in-law's behavior, but it was obvious that his father-in-law was a very particular person.
But his behavior immediately aroused the alarm of Fang Yan's parents. The old couple turned around and found their daughter-in-law Zhu Lin, saying that the tickets in their hands were about to expire and they would buy some food and stuff tomorrow to stock up.
They were afraid that their daughter-in-law would have objections to them due to this comparison.
After all, the old couple and the old Si Fangchen only had food and no money here.
In fact, Fang Yan and Zhu Lin didn't care about it at all.
It's their parents who think too much.
Looking at the posture of his parents and father-in-law, Fang Yan knew that the arms race was about to begin again.
Tomorrow at the weekend, there is a high probability that Mr. and Mrs. Fangyan will bring back a cart with more food than Professor Zhu.
PS: The monthly ticket has increased by two hundred, so I still owe everyone 41,000 after finishing this chapter.
There will be more in the afternoon
(End of chapter)