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What Zhang Yang didn't expect was that the things here were very complete, and there was actually a small spoon for scooping water on the inkstone, the spoon was very exquisite, and I didn't know what it was wooden, it was very heavy and ancient, showing black and purple, presumably, this whole set of four treasures of the study room was a real antique, and it had been for some years. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There is a flying dragon hovering around the inkstone, lifelike, the texture is also very good, the ink is grinded, it feels very good.

Time passed quickly, and Zhang Yang didn't know how long it was, at least, it was early in the morning!

In fact, he is using this process to absorb the energy escaping from the space, and what Zhang Yang didn't expect was that the concentration and calmness of the ink grinding was actually similar to the cultivation of "The Long Immortal Road".

Perhaps, in ancient times, although the people who obtained the "Immortal Dao Man" could not understand this peerless secret book, they integrated these martial arts into their lives and exercised the physique of ordinary people, and gradually, some ancient traditions of the Chinese nation were formed, and in these traditions, there are various skills hidden and not known to modern people.

Doesn't chess also contain the way of soldiers?

Doesn't "Zhou Yi" also contain the secrets of heaven and earth?

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

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang suddenly had an inexplicable sadness, the things of the ancestors, there are not many left, now, there are more people who are proficient in English than those who are proficient in Chinese, in the era of computer popularization, how many people write with a brush? How many others know the structure of the Chinese language and the deep meanings contained in it?

Not much!

Rare!

China claims to be a populous country with a population of more than one billion, but how many people really understand China's ancient culture, and how many of them can clearly distinguish whether it is dregs or essence?

A country's strength, cultural transmission, traditional preservation, occupies a very important position, a country without tradition, no national quintessence, is a crippled country, China has experienced thousands of years of long testing, wars, diseases, civil wars have not broken this great nation, but, now, Zhang Yang feels an imminent danger, economic globalization, cultural aggression, worship of foreign ideas, all erode the soul of this country, this nation.

The people, who claim to be the most capable of assimilation, are being assimilated by others.

Zhang Yang was a little distracted......

Aze closed his eyes and recuperate, Liu Biao had already snored on the table, the snoring was long, like singing, and the guard next to him couldn't help but smile, and the muscles in his face kept twitching.

The only one who always pays attention to the flamboyance is the general.

The general's eyes were firmly fixed on Zhang Yang's focused eyes, he felt the change in Zhang Yang's mood, and felt Zhang Yang's sadness.

"Questions?" The general knocked lightly on the table, and the sound was like the bell in the temple, and Zhang Yang suddenly came to his senses.

"No, I feel that this inkstone is very comfortable." Zhang Yang smiled, gently put the ink away, and gently straightened out the brush soaked in the basin.

"If you like it, I'll give it to you, although I occasionally write, but I can't get it on the table, this inkstone, is a cultural relic of the Tang Dynasty, it is said that one of the emperors has used, this ink, produced during the Kangxi period, has been used when I get it, this paper, is the Southern Tang Dynasty Lord Li Yu, personally supervised the production of 'Chengxintang' paper......" The general gently stroked the knife rice paper, quite touched, obviously, he also spent some effort to get these things.

"The paper of the 'Chengxintang'?"

Zhang Yang was shocked, if the four treasures of the study pen ink paper inkstone, the most difficult to preserve is paper, and paper, the most famous is the history of the "Cheng Xin Tang" production, it is said, "Cheng Xin Tang" paper, is the treasure in the rice paper, it "skin like an egg membrane, as clean as jade, thin and smooth, crown in a moment." Among the rice paper of the past dynasties, "Chengxintang" paper can be said to be one of the best.

Although Zhang Yang does not study much antiques, he knows the value of "Chengxintang" paper, even if it is a piece, it can also be regarded as a priceless city, and here, it is actually a thick knife, at least, there are nearly 100 pieces...... "Hehe, you are persistent, no matter how expensive the paper is, it is only written and painted, the biggest role of paper is to use, of course, if it is used properly, it is better, don't be surprised, if you like it, just take it, and it is a waste to put me here." The general chuckled softly.

"Thank you, General, I have no fixed place to live now, and I have no place to put it, I appreciate it."

"Hehe, I'll talk about it later!" The general motioned for Zhang Yang to begin.

Zhang Yang was going to get a few pieces of rice paper to cushion the bottom, but now that he knew that it was the paper of "Chengxintang", he suddenly became careful, and just placed a newspaper rack next to it, and took a few newspapers from the newspaper rack to the bottom.

Soon, the rice paper was laid, the strip was pressed, the rice paper was indeed a good rice paper, and I didn't feel it when I started to put it together, but after it was rolled out, it felt completely different, very obedient, soft and with Ren's surname, after hundreds of years, it was only slightly yellowed, and occasionally there was a trace of dazzling whiteness...... Liu Biao has been woken up by Zhang Yang, because he blocked the desktop, and after waking up, Liu Biao looked at the desktop with dull eyes, but his eyes could not form a focal length, obviously, he was still in a daze sleep.

Aze opened his eyes, he felt that Zhang Yang was brewing momentum, there were obvious fluctuations in the air, and even the little silver charm poked out a small head from Zhang Yang's body.

The brush moved gently in the inkstone, so that every wolf was soaked, and inexplicably, Zhang Yang thought of the clever wolf king in the desert again...... Zhang Yang took a deep breath, and he found that he had been unable to concentrate recently, and it was easy to wander.

Slowly, Zhang Yang's spiritual power began to pour into his hands, and the cells in his body were too jumpy, and a powerful and incomparable momentum slowly overflowed, filling every inch of space in the room.

First of all, the guards couldn't stand it a little, their faces turned pale, beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down, and it felt as if there were huge and invisible hands that were clutching their hearts and ravaging them...... The general waved his hand at him, and the guards hurriedly retreated, he was just an ordinary guard, his task was to take care of the house, and naturally he could not resist the momentum that Zhang Yang deliberately cultivated.

In order to write the charm of the word "war" in the big river, Zhang Yang had to go all out!

Amazingly, the pen is like thunder!

When the pen stopped, the pen immediately walked away, like lightning winding in the air...... Stop!

Zhang Yang's body suddenly stopped, without the slightest warning, as if he had not moved, on the table, a big word "war" jumped on the paper, into the wood three points, the knife and axe slashed, a killing aura seemed to volley out of the air...... Zhang Yang's eyes were a little dull and he looked at the big word "war", and a feeling of extreme defeat rose.

In order to look as much as possible like the word "war" of the river, Zhang Yang deliberately expanded the font several times, after all, the larger the word, the greater the visual impact on people, but this is several times larger than the word "war" of the river, but there is no such momentum as the river swallows mountains and rivers and looks at the world.

Although it also has an awe-inspiring killing machine, this kind of killing machine is not the same realm as the killing aura of Dahe, just like a child wielding a kitchen knife challenging a martial arts master.

The room was extremely quiet, and the general stood up and looked at the huge word "war" that made people feel oppressed, as if he couldn't believe it...... It was as if he had seen an immortal master.

"This, is it really what he wrote?" The general's face was serious, and at the same time, a raging flame rose in his eyes.

"It's not!" Zhang Yang shook his head.

"It's really him! It's really him! Unexpectedly, in just eighteen years, he has reached this state, good! The general didn't look at Zhang Yang, as if he was obsessed, his mouth was chanting, and his eyes were shining.

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

"Hahaha...... I understand, you are very good, really, very good, you don't have the wealth of the enemy, you don't have the power to control the world, you don't have the mentality of treating life like ants, naturally, you can't write it, but I believe that you will be able to write it one day! Seeing Zhang Yang's frustrated face, the general was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing, and the laughter vibrated in the room, as if the air was shaken.

"Do you have to have wealth and power to be able to write?" Zhang Yang has a good heart.

"What do you think?"

The general didn't look at Zhang Yang, gently picked up the word "war", and meticulously nailed it to the wall with a thumbtack, seeing that Zhang Yang's heart was dripping blood, it was "Chengxintang" paper

(To be continued)