In the reading class this morning, Huo Zongtang completely gave up listening to the class. Teacher Zeng, who was in class, had already made a private agreement with him, so he opened one eye and closed the other.

In front of Huo Zongtang is a book with a dark blue cover and antique design. On the cover is written "Lu Xun? The new story is a few big words. Below, there are four gilded small characters of "Zhonghua Book Company".

When I opened the text, it was full of small characters. The style of these words is very peculiar, skinny and clear, like a withered weed, and like the edge of a knife and pen, with a sharp momentum.

This is the essence of the book copied by Lu Xun's original work, which invited a master and spent countless efforts and literary soul superpowers.

Looking at this good hand, he imitated the charm of Master Lu Xun's calligraphy.

And this "New Story" is the only novel in Lu Xun's works that is written with ancient times as the background. Of the 8 essays, 5 were written in the last period of Lu Xun's life. Faced with the limitations of life, in the midst of internal and external difficulties, physical and mental exhaustion, the overall style of "The New Story" shows unprecedented calmness, abundance, humor and ease. Although Lu Xun's inherent sadness is still hidden in his bones, he uses witty "game brushwork", which shows that Lu Xun's thought and art have reached a new height and have a certain degree of advancement.

Lu Xun's works are very soul-aggressive, and this "New Story", which is both readable and artistic, is a collection of works that Huo Zongtang appreciated in his previous life. His mass reading program began with this book.

"New Story Edition", in addition to the "preface", a total of eight articles: "Mending the Sky", "Running to the Moon", "Lishui", "Cai Wei", "Casting Sword", "Out of the Customs", "Non-attacking", and "Rising and Dead".

In the process of re-narration, Lu Xun used contemporary techniques to recreate, giving the ancient myth a distinctly modern psychological expression.

The author focuses on the thrilling process of the "black man" taking revenge for the ruler between the eyebrows, and in the rendering of the will to take revenge and the way of revenge, the author powerfully conveys a unique understanding and evaluation of life, sacrifice and friendship.

"Running to the Moon" is based on the mythical story of Hou Yi shooting the sun, but Master Lu Xun's "new compilation" highlights the other side of "Yi" as a hero, that is, his loneliness, embarrassment and weak human nature.

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One article after another, Huo Zongtang read hungrily, and his soul seemed to be out of his body and came to another world in a trance.

In his soul world, all the soul power was mobilized, like water scorched by a fierce fire, slowly stirring, boiling, and in the end, it turned into soul blood and burned like molten slurry.

This powerful force was like a black plow, opening a deep hole in the black soil that imprisoned his memory. Like a sharp sword, in a very thick quagmire, it pushed inward with difficulty, slowly, and with great determination.

The black sword passed through the memory, through the barrier of the soul, like a soul retreat, and the pain was extreme.

But he had no intention of stopping or retreating.

He will go forward until he sees the light, until he breaks the barriers and confinements of this past and this life!

Finally, in a strong and incomparably sharp pain, the words that Huo Zongtang saw in front of his eyes and the fragments of his memories in his previous life finally converged bit by bit.

He quickly understood the true meaning behind these stories, and felt the anger, banter, ridicule and love in the heart of the bearded middle-aged man who "used pen and paper as a knife and gun".

The words in front of him have become a terrifying scene of the collapse of the sky, into a compassionate and loving Nuwa, into a huge night moon, into Hou Yi who stretches out his bow and arrows like a lone wolf and holds his head high to the sky, and then becomes an avenger with a cold green sword in his hand and a young face......

Then, like a fantasy in the water, these scenes slowly faded away, disappeared, and then transformed into an extremely pure energy, and regained the appearance of black calligraphy.

Only this time, the black letters were no longer on the book in front of Huo Zongtang, but appeared in his soul.

In the depths of his soul, there was a large black book, suspended in the middle of the altar like a magic book. The first page of the big book is also black, deep, dark, and extremely black, like a black hole.

On the page, there are now a few more small words. It's just that those small words are like magic runes, always in flux. Huo Zongtang concentrated his mind and tried his best to look closely, only to find a one with a simple atmosphere, shaped like yellow mud. This should be the soul text condensed after comprehending the article "Mending the Sky", which is the soul particle that the teacher said.

The other, shaped like a silver arrow, has the sun and moon changing behind it. This should be the condensed soul text after comprehending "Running to the Moon".

There is also a cyan sword, which seems to be a cyan sword, wrapped around countless black hairs, which is the product of understanding "Sword Forging".

In less than a day, Huo Zongtang condensed three soul particles with the help of "New Story". Feeling the further growth of his soul power, as well as the feeling of being strong and powerful during the period, Huo Zongtang was like drinking a glass of ganlin, and the whole person was comfortable and drunk.

This essence book contains one-fiftieth of the soul power essence of the original book, and the efficiency of absorbing soul power is indeed much higher than the most ordinary popular book issued by the school. Those popular textbooks are only one-ten-thousandth of the essence of the original work, if they are not talented, or people like Huo Zongtang who can use the memories of their previous lives, the efficiency of reading and absorption is very low.

Mr. Zeng stood on the podium and gave a lecture and was very devoted. Only for an occasional moment or two, he would look into a corner of the classroom. In that corner, Huo Zongtang quietly read a book by himself, wandering outside the entire classroom.

Teacher Zeng was a little curious and a little unhappy.

Can this kid really condense ten soul particles after a week?

The person who didn't know the private agreement between them, but he was angry for Huo Zongtang again, and he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. The specially recruited students of the True Martial Arts Academy dare not say that they are all geniuses and geeks, but at least they will not be as unsuccessful as Huo Zongtang.

Those curious, disdainful, and mocking gazes had no effect on Huo Zongtang. He sat quietly in a corner of the classroom all morning. The pale yellow sunlight fell on his brow, and on the book in front of him. His eyes were very bright, and the expression in his eyes was a little infatuated, as if he had seen a treasure in his own world.

Reading in the morning, practicing martial arts in the afternoon, the day passed quickly.

As night fell, on the roof of an old small building, a teenager stood in the wind. On a low red brick wall, there is a row of flower pots. There are some common flowers and plants planted in the pots, including sunflowers, mimosas, and half-defeated yellow hollyhocks. The pots on the far side are planted with dandelions, which are common in the wilderness.

However, at this time, a white umbrella feather-like dandelion bloomed in the air in front of Huo Zongtang.

Of course, it was not open in the void, but was bound by an invisible force and stopped in front of Huo Zongtang.