"Can you just watch with the naked eye?" Qi Xiang pondered, put down the magnifying glass casually, and looked at it with wide eyes.

He looked very carefully, and he looked very seriously. However, the silk on the silk is too complicated, densely intertwined, forming a variety of patterns.

The gossamer-like light, blocked by these densely patterned tows, appears intermittent and incoherent at all, as if there are thousands of threads, so that he cannot sort out a complete vein.

The most troublesome thing is that the satin itself also has some shine, which can easily be confused with that special light. Sometimes when Qi Xiang is not careful, he feels that his eyes are flowering, and he mistakenly takes the silk luster for the gossamer light, which leads to the waste of his previous efforts.

"Complex ......"

Qi Xiang was tired of seeing it, so he couldn't help pinching his eyebrows, rubbing his dry eyes, and then continued to look. He didn't believe it, and soaked it with water milling, and he couldn't see some clues.

As an expert in appreciating antiques, Qi Xiang has never lacked patience and has perseverance and resilience.

Qi Xiang concentrated on research, and time passed inadvertently and silently. In the blink of an eye, it was night, and the sky was dark, and the stars were lonely.

The manor also darkened, and Qi Xiang wanted to turn on the lights, but at this moment, he suddenly found that the gossamer on the silk seemed to be a little brighter in the dim environment.

Noticing this situation, Qi Xiang was pleasantly surprised, and immediately canceled the idea of turning on the light, and quickly approached the silk to inspect.

Maybe it's the contrast of the environment, or maybe it's because I've seen it for a long time, and the gossamer light is also in Qi Xiang's mind, leaving some more profound afterimage memories.

Anyway, at this moment, the gossamer faintly in the silk, the fragmented light, under the gaze of Qi Xiang, gradually combined, forming a very strange ...... Writing?

Qi Xiang looked at it in a daze, and saw that the characters were different from the simplified characters, traditional characters, official scripts, and seal scripts he knew. Anyway, it's a very strange text, and the strokes are either simple or complex.

There are straight lines, and there are more curved twisted lines. The square is round, the circle is square, and it is full of regularity.

There is no doubt that this is hieroglyphs!

Qi Xiang felt that the characters composed of the gossamer should be the same as Chinese characters, but the same tree with the same root can also grow several branches, not to mention the complex hieroglyphs.

You must know that before Qin Shi Huang unified the whole country, during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, each vassal state had its own writing and language. It wasn't until Qin Shi Huang annexed the Six Kingdoms that the book was the same text, the car was on the same track, and the words written by everyone were inherited in one line.

Before the pre-Qin period, the writing of various countries was chaotic, let alone in the Xia and Shang dynasties before that.

What Jinding inscriptions, oracle bone inscriptions, stone drum inscriptions and other texts, are even more obscure. After years of research, Chinese scholars have not been able to fully decipher the specific meaning of those words.

So seeing these unrecognizable words in front of him, Qi Xiang was surprised for a while at most, and then immediately relieved. The world is so big, there are many words he doesn't understand, and there is no shortage of this one.

Qi Xiang froze and ignored the meaning of the words for the time being. At this time, he also saw that some doorways were coming. The gossamer light in the silk is actually a magical substance that can shine after being wet.

This peculiar silk thread, the bright effect is particularly obvious at night. Especially after being dipped in water, the filament is like a silver silver, exuding a clear and slight glow.

Such a magical silk thread will definitely not be simple, anyway, Qi Xiang has never heard of it before, and he has never heard of it at all. Not surprisingly, this is something that is already extinct.

Rare is precious, some endangered species on the earth, are particularly valued, not to mention the extinct miracle substance, which is equivalent to filling a gap, once discovered, it can definitely cause a sensation in the world.

Qi Xiang is happy with the shape, and looks closely at the text composed of light filaments. He looked closely, but found nothing. If you don't understand some words, you can't understand them, and you can't guess them to know the meaning.

Qi Xiang groaned, immediately found a pen and paper, looked at the text and copied it, and then asked the expert for advice.

The words are as bright as stars, shining brightly, bright and uncertain.

Qi Xiang memorized the strokes of one of the words, and lowered his head to draw a scoop on the gourd and depict the words. It's really depicting, which is equivalent to a foreigner learning Chinese characters for the first time, not knowing the order of strokes, only copying the depiction.

But when Qi Xiang lifted the pen and was about to do it, he froze.

At this moment, he was shocked to find that he had forgotten the strokes and shape of the text, and he had no idea where to start.

It is also embarrassing to forget to write a pen......

Qi Xiang smiled bitterly and laughed at himself: "The sequelae of using multiple computers, even the basic reading and writing ability has deteriorated." ”

He shook his head, looked up at the first word of the line again, and this time he learned his lesson, and as he watched, he traced carefully to make sure that he would not miss a mistake.

The first stroke, which is a slightly curved horizontal line with a bit of arc, was completed smoothly.

The second stroke is a diagonal line, and Qi Xiang strokes it easily, which is unsatisfactory.

When he reached the third stroke, Qi Xiang looked up, and felt a flower in front of him, and the text suddenly bloomed, and the strokes and lines of the text were even more twisted and uncertain......

At first glance, Qi Xiang only felt dazzled and dizzy.

"What's going on?" Qi Xiang was shocked and frightened, and couldn't help but close his eyes, which made him feel much more comfortable. When he opened his eyes and looked at it again, he found that the text was as usual, and everything seemed to be just his hallucination.

Looking at the white paper on the table, he didn't know it, and it was even more scribbled, and it became a ball of twine.

At this moment, Qi Xiang also felt that his thoughts were like a mess, and he couldn't figure it out. It's just a description of a text, how can such an unexpected situation occur?

Qi Xiang patted his forehead and slowly calmed down. At the right time, he also vaguely realized that this special text composed of special silk threads seemed to be more difficult than he imagined.

Qi Xiang put down the pen and paper, and simply sat under the scroll, watching and studying with great concentration.

However, compared with just now, he is not greedy now, but wisely chose the first word of the opening chapter, and looked at it intently, as if he wanted to see through the text and keep it firmly in his heart.

Qi Xiang was engrossed in staring at the text for a few minutes, and was familiar with every stroke of the text, every line, and every structure. Even if you close your eyes, the image of that text is still reproduced in your mind.

At this point, Qi Xiang was confident, picked up the pen again, and calmly sketched on the paper.

One stroke, one stroke, very easy and smooth.

The third pen seems to be a little jerky, but it can be written.

The fourth one seems to have some small cards, but it barely passes......

By the fifth stroke, Qi Xiang's pen arm suddenly stopped. The joints of his limbs, as if he had paralysis, froze there directly, and the small pen was as heavy as a thousand times, so that he couldn't hold it.

In an instant, Qi Xiang felt that an inexplicable aura, without any warning, suddenly surged all around, like a huge cage, dense and crushed.

The huge pressure made his forehead sweat rain, but he couldn't move.

At the same time, a drop of crystal sweat slid briskly across his forehead, rolled slightly on his cheek, and rolled down his chin.

"A!"

The sweat dripped on the paper, like a fuse, which directly detonated the audience.

"Bang!"

Qi Xiang felt a shock in his palm, and the tip of the pen was like poking tofu, poking directly into the hard tabletop, and then the pen barrel suddenly exploded, even the white paper under it turned into fine chips.

With this explosion, Qi Xiang suddenly felt that the pressure on his whole body was relaxed, and his stiff body suddenly collapsed, lying on the ground without the slightest image, panting.

At this moment, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and his body was as soft as a dead fish, unable to jump up. He felt very tired and tired, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he didn't want to open them again.

Exhausted, as if sleeping but not asleep, this state also made Qi Xiang accustomed to nature, slowly adjusting his breathing rate, and then running the breath in his body like a bead.

After a while, Qi Xiang stared and jumped, and the formless and substantial divine soul floated lightly.

The spirit left his body, and Qi Xiang was also a little confused, and then there was a burst of surprise.

This is also a lost east, and the harvest of mulberry elm. The words in the silk were not successfully deciphered, but it was a surprise that he could succeed in getting out of his body without the help of the fragrance.

Qi Xiang was happy, his soul moved slightly, and he "looked" at the silk scroll.

If you talk about drawing with the naked eye, the words on the scroll are flat and intuitive. Then the painting with the soul "looking" is very three-dimensional, like a three-dimensional figure, full of layering.

Just looking at it like this, Qi Xiang's soul shook violently, which was an extremely shocking performance.

Because under the perspective of the divine soul, he was shocked to find that the words in the silk seemed to be arranged and distributed, and they were distinct.

In fact, it is only a very one-sided situation, in the interior of the silk, where the naked eye cannot see, there are also many hidden gossamer rays, it is these invisible rays of light, the clear and distinct words, all implicated, integrated.

In other words, those lines of text that look very complex, curved and straight, with different strokes, are not actually broken, but are connected together, equivalent to a whole.

The first word of the pen and the last stroke of the pen are all completed by the same silk thread.

The words are connected, and the lotus root is broken!

Not only that, Qi Xiang also vaguely felt that there were a lot of densely packed words in an orderly manner, as if there were hundreds, but the real core might be only one...... One word!

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