Yang Xiuwen didn't care too much. A pebble would be gone if it was gone.

It was already evening when we returned to the Qin Terracotta Warriors and Horses Museum. I had dinner, washed up, and then rested in a temporary tent.

This is not a place for them to rest, the staff have a place to rest.

But because he was afraid of the heat, he asked Zheng Qiang to set up a camp bed for him in the tent where the tools were kept.

The Qin Terracotta Warriors Museum is far away from the city, and it is extremely quiet at night except for the chirping of insects and the frightening cry of nightingales.

Yang Xiuwen was sitting cross-legged outside the tent, facing the east and already deep in cultivation.

He was surprised to find that the missing pebble was in his Dantian. The black mist in the original five rings was pushed aside, and the pebble occupied one side, emitting colorful light.

The five small rings rotate at a faster speed. It used to be a snail speed, but now it is a turtle speed.

Yang Xiuwen didn't dare to guess the origin of this stone, Lishan Mountain, Nuwa Palace, Mending Sky Stone...

What made him dumbfounded the most was the current Five Elements Technique, or the Five Elements Technique taught by the cheap master?

The morning sun shines on Yang Xiuwen's face, which is delicate, handsome and full of vitality.

He slowly opened his eyes, and an unnoticed purple light disappeared in an instant. He got up and went to the bathroom next to him to wash up briefly before starting his morning run.

When he came back, Zheng Qiang was waiting for him at the tent.

Seeing him come back, he said, "Xiuwen, the bronze carriage has been cleaned up. We will continue digging in a while. You can go and have breakfast now. It's good to be young. Look at your figure, and then look at mine, haha." After that, he patted it.

My slightly bulging belly.

In the next three days, the excavation work was completed. In Yang Xiuwen's eyes, this excavation work was just excavation.

Thanks to his joining, the work was completed ahead of schedule, and everyone returned to the city to have a meal at the restaurant designated by the work unit.

During this period, Zheng Qiang expressed his gratitude to him on behalf of the entire team.

Because Yang Xiuwen could speak in front of the director, the entire staff received extra bonuses.

After returning home, Yang Xiuwen threw his dusty work clothes into an old-fashioned single-tub washing machine and washed his whole body thoroughly.

Sit on the sofa, use your mind to "hold" the water glass, spin it around in the air, and drop it into your hand.

He sighed with emotion, "Field archeology is not a high-level job, it is just a woodchuck, and a woodchuck that doesn't care about his family. No wonder not many people apply for the archeology major now."

The washing machine buzzed for half an hour, and he couldn't wait any longer. He took out his work clothes, rubbed them briefly, and then found a hanger to hang them up.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, after a while he opened his eyes again and said to himself, "Do I have to practice like this every day from now on? Now I am alone, but in the future, if I get married, my wife will lie down and I will sit down."

After thinking for a while, I decided to try it while lying down, and the experiment proved that it works.

In order to absorb the rising purple energy from the east, he moved the bed so that his face could be exposed to the sun immediately.

From then on, he became a strange person in the world of cultivation, a person who was lying in bed among cultivators.

After sparring with master Chen Zhiwu in the morning, I told him about my work experience in the past few days, and the master laughed loudly.

He smiled for a while and said, "Xiu Wen, this is also a kind of exercise for you. There are not so many beautiful things in life as you imagine. Any experience should be regarded as a life experience. You are still young and you have lived a lot..."

When he came to the store, Cao Guoqing was holding an antique book and studying it.

Yang Xiuwen said: "Okay, Brother Cao, it's time to start studying, which is a good thing."

When Cao Guoqing saw that it was him, he said, "You still know that when I came back, the book that Uncle Zhang gave me said that if I don't study, relying on my little martial arts skills, I will be deceived into losing my pants sooner or later. No, it requires me to read books every day.

I still check occasionally, which is very stressful."

Yang Xiuwen asked about antiques, and he bought all Cao Guoqing's antiques. It was also Uncle Zhang who helped and bought a small 10,000 yuan.

So he said, "Brother Cao, you will learn from Zhang Bo from now on. It seems that he intends to train you and maybe accept you as his disciple. You haven't graduated from high school. You used to hang out every day. Your age of twenty-four was destroyed into forty.

During this period of time, I stopped running around and started reading again. I have regained my youth a lot and am now more cultured. How great."

Cao Guoqing was shocked by his words, and then said, "Then I have to read hard, and you can do your work." After saying that, he touched his face.

Yang Xiuwen saw him reading the book seriously, smiled, went upstairs, made a few calligraphy and paintings, rolled it up and came down.

He said to Cao Guoqing, "Brother Cao, please guard the store. I may not come back today."

Cao Guoqing said, "Where's Xiuwen, is this your shop or mine?"
Chapter completed!