Tung Blossom...The Art of Attracting the Phoenix?
"Haoya's name... doesn't sound very majestic..."
After thinking about it, Tang Zhao felt that this was right. Good exercises should have profound meanings. Thinking about "Tathagata Divine Palm" and "Mighty Heavenly Dragon" were too superficial.
"Let me see...um...uh..."
broken!
Tang Zhao suddenly felt like cold water pouring over his head.
can't read!
He recognized all the words on it, and could even read them, but he couldn't understand them at all.
Many commonly used words are combined to form unfamiliar vocabulary, and many unfamiliar words are combined to form obscure sentences. The dark sentences at the end were broken into a chaotic article.
He stared at the chapter for a moment, feeling that the ink characters on the paper had wings one by one and were flying around in front of his eyes.
It seems...different from what is said in the book...
Isn't it possible to reach the sky in one step by following the secret book?
Which adventure protagonist can't even read a book?
What a waste of time! Can it still be successful?
At the end, his vision blurred, and he quickly took off his glasses and wiped his eyes.
This must be wiped clean so that others can see it. Not only that he was dazzled by reading, but also thought that he was crying because he couldn't understand.
After wiping his eyes, Tang Zhao felt that his eyes were a little clearer and put on his glasses again.
Still a little flowery...
No, there are some patterns...
It’s a word!
Tang Zhao was shocked.
Before, a line of patterns flashed rapidly in the corner of his field of vision. He didn't pay attention at the time and thought he had seen it wrong. But then he thought of his glasses and had a guess in his mind -
Isn't that line of patterns flashing from the glasses?
But when that situation never happened again, he forgot about it.
Now, on the glasses—this time it was clearly confirmed—patterns flashed again, and this time they were not patterns, but words.
No, it can’t be said to be a word.
It is a combination of patterns and words.
Part of it is a character, and the other part is a block pattern of the same size as the character. Tang Zhao guessed that it is also a kind of character?
"x skill, next x..."
Tang Zhao clicked his tongue. He seemed to have felt this way before. When Mr. Chen took his test, he asked this type of question, called cloze.
There aren't even options, so it's naturally impossible to fill in the blanks.
He couldn't understand the exercises on the letter, nor could he understand the words on the glasses. Tang Zhao sighed.
"I...can't understand."
he said softly.
Although he was alone, he seemed to be communicating with others in a consultative tone.
It was late at night, and he was the only one talking in the silent room, just like babble.
This situation is somewhat terrifying.
Tang Zhao was very calm. He knew that he was not talking to anyone, but there were people who could understand him.
The characters on the glasses stopped, like a person who was talking incessantly and suddenly closed his mouth.
It's quieter. In every sense.
The surroundings were quiet, Tang Zhao sat on the chair, holding the exercise sheet, and fell into silence.
The dead of night is the best time for thinking.
Gradually, his thoughts became clearer, and several vague thoughts came out from the bottom of the well and were strung together.
He suddenly reached out and picked up the pen on the table.
This is the wing of the main courtyard of Black Spider Villa. There is paper and pen on the table, but there is no ink. He does not force it, so he dips it in water and writes on the paper:
"The sky and the earth are dark and yellow, and the universe is primitive.
The sun and moon are full, and the stars and constellations are arranged.
Cold comes and summer comes, autumn harvests and winter hides..."
As he wrote, he recited softly, just like his teacher taught him to write stroke by stroke.
Halfway through reading, the writing on the glasses changed:
"Xuan Gong, low grade..."
Tang Zhao was overjoyed and wrote: "You can indeed understand what I am saying!"
"I just said that there are no such coincidences in the world - I said that if there is a fairy, it will be a fairy, if I say that it comes out of the water, it will come out of the water, and there is a gold ax and a silver ax. No one in the world will know this story except me. Are you here? Did everyone outside the temple hear it?"
As long as you put aside the unimaginable fear and calm down and think slowly, you can always grasp a little logic behind the incredible.
As long as it is a logic that people can imagine, this miracle will inevitably be closer to people, and it will not be so scary.
"What...existence are you? Are you in my glasses? You turned into a fairy and talked about gold glasses and silver glasses. In fact, there are no such things, right? Did you repair the glasses for yourself? You want to communicate with me, But I'm illiterate... Ah, I'm rude, that pattern is a kind of character, right? It's just that I can't understand it. It's not that you are illiterate, it's that I am illiterate and I can't understand what you said. So I just recited Xue Daxia's If you write the letter, you will understand some of the words, and it will show when you compare them and write them."
"You are really smart. You can read the text just once. You are a hundred times smarter than me! But couldn't you speak in the well? Why can't you speak in the glasses? Why don't you come out and let's talk? Let's have a chat. ?I have a lot to ask you!”
He babbled a lot, speaking out all his thoughts, staring at the mirror and waiting for a response.
However, under the vision of the lenses, his eyes were clean and there was no response.
Tang Zhao was a little anxious. He lowered his head and looked at "Tung Blossoms to Attract the Phoenix".
A line of words flew across the lens:
"Xuan Gong, low grade"
Tang Zhaoxin suddenly became cold. He held the lens with his hand and said softly: "Are you really not able to speak?"
After all, Tang Zhao’s thinking is much more open-minded than ordinary people because he has been closely involved with Mr. Chen for many years.
According to what Mr. Chen said, a thing that can listen, speak, or even give feedback may not necessarily be a living person. It may be...
A program?
Is that what you said?
A program can only make judgments based on rules but has no independent consciousness. It can answer questions, but only within the scope of its database. To put it bluntly, it is just a tool.
From the perspective of pros and cons, it seems safer to have only one tool at hand, but Tang Zhao is still disappointed. What he longs for in the lonely night is a warm and close companion.
Disappointed, he could only accept that there was no fairy in the world who was specially prepared for him, who was strong, kind, sincere, opened her heart to him, could protect him, and would never hurt him.
Tang Zhao comforted himself and thought to himself: Maybe the fairy is a fairy, and the glasses are just glasses. The fairy gave me the glasses. They are just a treasure that can show something. The other words used before were transferred after entering the words I wrote. As for the fairy, maybe it was just fun to put on the clothes I described.
He might as well cherish what is in front of him first, and when he is freed from the prison here, he can go back to see the god at the bottom of the well to thank him.
But, what is the use of these glasses?
The only understandable sentence in it is "Xuan Gong, low grade", does it mean grade?
While Tang Zhao was guessing based on his memory, he was a little frustrated - "low grade" means low grade, so why wasn't the technique he obtained after thousands of attempts not particularly precious and rare?
Alas, forget it, even if it's a low-grade book, he can't understand it, and if it's a high-grade book, he doesn't know what kind of heavenly book it is.
In other words, this is the level where you can see the skills.
In the story, is it called appraisal?
It’s not just Kung Fu, right?
He remembered that his lenses had produced words once before, when the man in the red cloak asked him to look at a bead that looked like an eye. But at that time, he couldn't understand it at all and just thought it was a pattern.
Other than that, there’s really nothing.
Wearing glasses, he carefully inspected every inch of the house. Tables, chairs, beds, lampstands, paper and pens, and various furniture and furnishings no longer caused writing to appear.
It seems that only by reaching a certain bottom line can the glasses be attracted.
Low grade... shouldn't that be the bottom line?
What's the use of just knowing inferior products?
With his current situation, it seems meaningless to appraise him, but he still wrote the "Thousand-Character Essay" sentence by sentence, explaining as he wrote. After all, this "enlightenment" must have a beginning and an end, and he kept writing until "Ya Zai Hui Hu Ye" Finish. By the end of the writing, the water stains at the beginning had dried, and in the end there was only a blank piece of paper left.
"Is there anything you don't understand? If you don't understand, I also have the Three Character Classic. But that one is not good. There are many allusions that are difficult to explain, and it is difficult to learn the calligraphy..."
As he spoke, he moved the white paper away, revealing the obscure text "Tung Blossoms to Attract the Phoenix", and his eyes naturally focused on the first line.
Suddenly, a large block of subtitles flowed down like water.
What?
He was surprised, and after taking a closer look, this text turned out to be——
annotation? !
This large text is entirely annotated, except for the first sentence. A word-by-word explanation, followed by comments and the like. Although the text was not plain, it was within the scope of what he could understand.
It turns out that the key point is here!
Tang Zhao was pleasantly surprised, secretly thinking that it was indeed a treasure given by a fairy, and could actually explain the words in the heavenly book clearly. I couldn't understand it word by word, so I scanned down to the second sentence, and sure enough, there was another densely packed new text. After careful calculation, the original text only has a few thousand words, and with the annotations it would be 50,000 to 60,000 words! Even though he wasn't tired of reading, he couldn't help but feel awe.
I thought to myself: Good guy, what kind of universe is going on here! Low-grade Xuan Gong is already so complicated, what about high-grade Xuan Gong?
After browsing until the last sentence, Tang Zhao was about to start reading from the beginning when he suddenly saw a small mark on the last lens, a small white hollow circle.
"period?"
No……
"It looks like a well?"
With an inexplicable movement in his heart, his eyes focused on that sign.
Then, somewhere in the field of vision lit up!
