The Road to Slaying God

What Zhang Yang didn't think about was that the things here were very complete. There was actually a small spoon for pouring water into the pot. The spoon was very delicate. I didn't know what was woody. It was very heavy and ancient. It was black and purple. It is a real antique, with some years.

There is a flying dragon circling around the ring. It is lifelike and the texture is very good. The ink is up and feels good.

As time goes by, Zhang Yang doesn't know how long it has passed, at least it's early morning!

It took a long time for Zhang Hongyang to polish Zhang Yang very finely, and his eyes were very focused. In fact, he was using this process to absorb the energy dissipated in the space. What Zhang Yang unexpectedly did was to rub the ink The calming spirit of Qi is actually the same as the practice of "The Immortal Road".

Perhaps, in ancient times, those who won the "Long Road to the Immortal Road", although unable to penetrate this peerless cheat book, have integrated these martial arts skills into their lives and exercised the physical fitness of ordinary people. Gradually, some ancient Chinese nations have also formed. Traditions, and these traditions conceal a variety of skills that are unknown to modern people.

Doesn't chess mean warriors?

Does Zhouyi also contain the secrets of heaven and earth?

And the peerless martial arts hidden in countless ancient books is not the wealth left by the ancestors? !!

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang suddenly had an inexplicable sorrow. There is not much left over from the old ancestors. Now, there are more people who are proficient in English than those who are proficient in Chinese. In the era of computer popularization, there were still a few writing brushes. Write? How many more do you know about the structure and meaning of Chinese?

not much!

rare!

China is known as a country with a large population and a population of more than one billion people. However, there are several people who really understand China's ancient culture, and how many of them can be clearly identified as chaff or essence?

The strength of a country, the transmission of culture, and the preservation of traditions occupy a very important position. A country without traditions and national culture is a broken country. China has experienced thousands of years of trials, wars, and diseases. The civil war did not bring down this great nation, but now, Zhang Yang feels an imminent danger. Economic globalization, cultural aggression, and the idea of ​​admiring foreigners have eroded the soul of this country and this nation.

The nation known as the most powerful assimilation capability is being assimilated by others.

Zhang Yang was a little bit lost ...

Aze closed his eyes and raised his eyes, Liu Biao had snorted on the table, and the snoring sound was long and long, just like singing. The guard next to him smiled hard, and the muscles on his face kept twitching.

The only general who always pays attention to publicity is the general.

The general's eyes stared at Zhang Yang's concentrated eyes tightly. He felt the change of Zhang Yang's mood and felt Zhang Yang's sorrow.

"Is there a problem?" The general tapped the table lightly, making a sound like a bell in a temple, Zhang Yang came to his senses.

"No, I feel this platform is very comfortable." Zhang Yang smiled, put the ink lightly, and smoothed out the brush soaked in the water basin.

"I like to give it to you. Although I occasionally write and write, I can't get on the table. This platform is a cultural relic of the Tang Dynasty. It is said that it was used by one of the emperors. This ink was produced during the Kangxi era. Mostly used, this paper is the "Chengxintang" paper produced by Li Yu, the late Tang Dynasty lord ... "The general gently stroked that piece of rice paper, and was quite touched. Obviously, he also took some effort to get these things. .

"'Cheng Xin Tang' paper?"

Zhang Yang was shocked. If the four treasures of ink and paper in the study are the most difficult to preserve is paper, and the most famous paper is the historical "Cheng Xin Tang" paper. It is said that "Cheng Xin Tang" paper is in Xuan paper. The treasure is "the skin is like an egg membrane, it is as clean as jade, thin and smooth, and crowned for a while." Among the Xuan papers of the past, "Chengxintang" paper can be said to be one of the best.

Although Zhang Yang didn't study much about antiques, he knew the value of "Chengxintang" paper, even if it was a piece of paper, it could be regarded as invaluable, and here, it was a thick knife, at least, it was nearly Hundreds of sheets ... "Oh, you are attached. No matter how expensive the paper is, it is only written and painted. The biggest role of paper is to use it. Of course, if it is used properly, it is better. Do n’t be surprised. If you like it, take it all, and it's a waste to leave me here. "The general smiled softly.

"Thank you, General. I have no place to stay now. There is no place for me. I appreciate it."

"Oh, talk later!" The general signaled Zhang Yang to begin.

Zhang Yang was about to get a few Xuan paper bottoms. Now that he knows the paper of "Chengxintang", he immediately became careful, and placed a newspaper rack next to it, and took a few newspaper bottoms from the rack.

Soon, the rice paper was laid, and the battens were pressed. The rice paper was indeed good rice paper. When I first put it together, I didn't feel it, but when I opened it, it felt completely different. It was very compliant, soft and named. For hundreds of years, it was only slightly yellowed, and occasionally there was a dazzling whiteness ... Liu Biao had been awakened by Zhang Yang, because he blocked the desktop, and Liu Biao looked dull after waking up. On the table, his eyes could not form the focal length. Obviously, he was still in a sleepy dream.

Azer opened his eyes, he felt Zhang Yang was brewing momentum, there was a clear wave in the air, and even Xiaoyin Charm poke out his small head.

The writing brush moved gently in the pond, so that every wolf was soaked. Somehow, Zhang Yang thought of the clever wolf king in the desert ... Zhang Yang took a deep breath, and found that he had been very spirited recently. It is not easy to concentrate, and it is easy to get distracted.

Slowly, Zhang Yang's mental power began to perfuse his hands, the cells all over jumped, and a powerful and imposing momentum slowly overflowed, filling every inch of space in the room.

First of all, the guard was a bit unbearable, his face became pale, and the sweat of the beans was flowing down. It felt like a hand that was always huge and invisible was holding his heart tightly. The general waved at him. After waving his hand, the guards retired in a hurry. He was just an ordinary guard. His task was to take care of the house. Naturally, he could not resist the momentum that Zhang Yang intentionally cultivated.

In order to write the charm of the word "battle" in Dahe, Zhang Yang had to go all out!

Amazing, Zhang Yang writes down like thunder!

Stop writing, stop the dragon and snake immediately, winding like lightning in the air ... stop!

Zhang Yang's body stopped suddenly, without any sign, as if he hadn't moved. On the table, a large "battle" word jumped on the paper, three points into the wood, and a knife and axe, like a killing spirit. Out of the air ... Zhang Yang stared a little dullly at the big "battle", raising a feeling of extreme failure.

In order to try to resemble Dahe ’s “War” character, Zhang Yang deliberately enlarged the font several times. After all, the bigger the word, the more visual impact it has, but it ’s bigger than Dahe ’s “War” character. The word "war" several times does not have the momentum of swallowing the mountains and rivers like the big river.

Although it also has a sudden killing power, this killing power and Dahe's killing spirit are not a realm at all, like a child waving a kitchen knife to challenge a martial art master.

The room was extremely quiet. The general stood up and stared at the huge “battle” that felt oppressive. It seemed as if he couldn't believe it ... as if he saw a dead master.

"This is really what he wrote?" The general looked solemnly, meanwhile, a raging flame rose in his eyes.

"No!" Zhang Yang shook his head.

"It's really him! It's really him! Unexpectedly, in just eighteen years, he has reached this state, well!" The general did not look at Zhang Yang, just like a devil with words in his mouth, his eyes flashed.

"General, this is what I wrote, not what he wrote. I can't write that kind of momentum at all." Zhang Yang was a little frustrated, he didn't understand that the general insisted that it was written by Dahe.

"Hahaha ... I understand that you are very good, really, very good, you have no wealth of the enemy, no power over the world, and no mentality of life like ants. Naturally, you cannot write it, but I I believe you will one day write it! "The general saw Zhang Yang with a look of frustration, and then he laughed, the laughter shaking in the room, as if the air was shaken.

"Is it necessary to have wealth and power to be able to write it?"

"What do you think?"

The general did not look at Zhang Yang, and gently picked up the word "battle" and pinned it with a pin on the wall meticulously. He could see Zhang Yang's heart dripping blood, but it was "Chengxintang" paper.

(To be continued)