"Let's change positions."

"Okay." Ye Banyan's voice came out of the room a little erratically.

"How does it feel?" Su Qingchen is some

"Weird."

"How?"

"This Rama's body is indistinguishable from an ordinary human body except for the faint golden glow of the skin. To tell the truth, this Rama's body has been in Luoxia Mountain Villa for hundreds of years, but no one can understand the mystery at all. Ye Banyan, now his name has been changed to Ye Qiushui, and he said softly with a frown.

Su Qingchen didn't care about this, he thought for a moment and said, "If I destroy this Rama's body, you won't be angry, right?" ”

Ye Banyan said with a smile: "Rama's body is not as good as a hair of yours to me. ”

Su Qingchen looked up at Ye Banyan with some surprise.

"Why do you think so of me?" Ye Banyan asked.

"I didn't expect you to say something like that, hahaha."

"What I'm saying is the truth, Rama's body is still more significant than practical to Luoxia Villa, and now even Luoxia Villa no longer exists, Rama's body is naturally meaningless."

"Okay, I'll go to town and buy some tools."

"Tools? What are you going to do? ”

"Dissection!"

…

Basement.

This basement was originally used to store cash silver, and it was known when the teeth were sold.

"If you can't bear it, go up." Su Qingchen saw that Ye Banyan was not interested at first, but now he was completely drowsy, and couldn't help but persuade.

Autopsy To be honest, Su Qingchen is a layman, and he has already dissected Rama's body in a mess. But the only thing I got was to finally see Rama's bones, which were also pale gold and unusually hard.

Legend has it that Master Rama's copper skin and iron bones are invulnerable, Su Qingchen thought it was a lie, but now it seems to be true.

"Well, then I'm going to cultivate, and you can tell me when I get something." Ye Banyan finished speaking and walked out of the basement.

Let Ye Banyan, a beautiful girl, stay in a dark and dim basement with Su Qingchen, and watch a person dissect a dry corpse for a long time. This scene is really not beautiful or exciting.

"Uh-huh. Go ahead. ”

In fact, this is the normal situation for the two to get along.

You can get tired of talking crookedly, and you can't stop talking.

Or be silent and say nothing.

But it's to get along extremely comfortably, and you don't have to deliberately please each other, let alone prove anything to each other, that is, not to use.

Su Qingchen didn't know if he was doing this right, but on the surface, this Rama's body was really nothing special, it was just a dried corpse, and what was special was that the surface of the skin was faintly golden.

It is said to be an autopsy, but for Su Qingchen, who has no experience in this area, it is a big disassembly.

The only difference is that after a thousand years, Master Rama's bones are still very hard - the axes that Su Qingchen bought have all made a gap.

The boning knife scrapes against the bone, and there is often a screeching sound, which makes the roots of people's teeth sore, as if they were scraped on metal.

Su Qingchen shook his head, if he wasn't afraid that his invisible sword qi would be too sharp, it would be better to use the invisible sword qi directly.

Just when Su Qingchen was about to be disappointed, he made a major discovery:

In the ribcage, a piece of oiled paper was found.

Su Qingchen was a little surprised, he was already hopeless, but he didn't expect the willows to be bright.

But hiding something in the chest cavity must have been done by posterity. The rumor that Rama's body was invincible in the world was not because Master Rama solved the martial arts barrier, or because of the paper in his body?

After Su Qingchen opened it, he was a little stunned:

Although it is densely packed with text-like things, it is also accompanied by several hand-drawn illustrations. It's clear that this is a martial arts secret.

But I really don't recognize the text on it.

Su Qingchen didn't have time, he put the things aside, and then spent half a day dissecting the entire body of Rama, and nothing was found except for the oil paper.

Later, Rama's body was simply buried in the back mountain, which was considered to be buried in the ground. Then go to Ye Banyan to study this piece of oil paper together.

Ye Banyan stroked it for a long time, then picked up the pen and paper, and learned it well, and said, "This should be a kind of writing." But I don't know either. We should ask someone who has learned a lot of things.

However, these pictures of villains should be the route of the true qi. You see, here, it is clearly Ren Mai, this is Tiantu Acupoint, and this is Xuanji Acupoint...... Xianggong, I found that this is similar to Zixia Gong. ”

"What did you just call me?"

"Phase...... Public. Why are you looking at me like that? Did I call it wrong? ”

"Hey, hey, yes, that's right. Wife. By the way, how do you see that 'it is similar to Zixia Gong'? ”

"You must have seen that, right? You see, this picture is talking about the final gathering place of true qi, not the five internal organs, but the ...... Chest cavity? ”

Su Qingchen took a closer look, although this hand-drawn painting had only a few strokes, but it did mean that it had arrived.

"Otherwise, your calligraphy skills are much stronger than mine, you help me draw a scoop in the same way, and then I will find someone to translate it word by word, and finally we will translate the whole exercise one by one."

"Uh-huh, be cautious."

…

Su Qingchen has been lingering in several nearby cities in the past few days, especially Shaocheng, where the state capital is located, but he has gone to any literary events such as lectures and poetry meetings.

It's a pity that no one knows the words he took out.

Could it be that the half-smoke transcription is wrong, so no one knows it?' It's not right, I look very similar, it's like a dime. ’

Su Qingchen was sitting in a teahouse, to be honest, he was bored, and he even wanted to go back. In the past few days, there has been no gain at all. It's better to go back to your wife and children to warm the kang head.

"Harm, Zhao Dacai has eaten closed door again."

"Who, you actually gave Zhao Caizi a look."

"Mr. Chen Shizhong, Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen is the head of Jiangnan Academy, and he retired from the Hanlin Academy. But Zhao Caizi wanted to knock on Lord Chen's firewood with a little stinky silver, did he think that the four words of Jiangnan Xueshou were in vain? ”

"Hehe, Zhao Caizi's level is not as good as mine. Elder Chen wouldn't have treated him at all. He actually felt good about himself. ”

…

Next, Su Qingchen didn't want to listen to it, and was suspected of making up the number of words.

He walked directly to the two of them and said hello, and then asked, "Dare to ask the two, where is this old man Chen?" ”

"Yo, brother, do you want to recommend yourself too?" One of the tall and thin young men laughed.

"Yes." Su Qingchen also smiled.

"Hahahaha. Let's go together, the two of us also have this intention, how about together? ”

"Very good."

…

Outside the city, down the hill.

Sure enough, it was firewood, a few grass houses, surrounded by a fence outside.

There were already a dozen young people dressed as scholars waiting anxiously in front of the door, and a scholar stood in front of the door.

There is also a bookcase in front of the door, on which are placed the four treasures of the study.

"My eldest son said that whoever wrote a poem in the eyes of all of you will receive it. Today's topic is 'Sword', who still has a poem? If not, I'll come back in an hour. ”

Su Qingchen and Qiao Xiangqian and Ran Wenxuan, who came with him, happened to hear the words of the scholar.

Su Qingchen saw that it was not early, and after this hour, maybe it would be dark, so he hurriedly called the scholar.

"Little brother, I have poems here."

When the scholar saw the three of them arrive, he couldn't help but persuade: "This son has arrived, so it's better to beat the manuscript again." If this is in a hurry, it will not be beautiful if you end up ruining the first impression of the boss on you. ”

Su Qingchen didn't expect this scholar to think about himself, but he still shook his head: "The title is 'sword', right?" I already have a manuscript. ”

After speaking, he picked up the pen and wrote.

Seeing that Su Qingchen looked extraordinary, and that he was going to compose poems on the spot without writing a manuscript, everyone couldn't help but surround him directly.

Su Qingchen has also participated in many literary meetings and already knows the rules.

The so-called urgency of writing poetry on the spot is not impossible, but there are really few people who can do it. Basically, everyone is similar to the memorization model in the previous life, and when you meet the poetry club, you have made a good work in advance, that is, you deserve to be famous.

Su Qingchen didn't need it. He waved his pen directly, and after a while, a five-word poem had become a pen.

Qiao Xiangqian couldn't help but read aloud on the spot:

"Ten years of sharpening a sword,

Frostblade has not been tried.

Today I will show you,

Who has grievances. ”

It is the poem "Swordsman" by Jia Dao, who is also known as "Shi Nu" in the Tang Dynasty.

After being stunned for a moment, someone immediately said:

"Good poetry."

"Speak freely and spit out your chest."

"Supporting things and words, unique."

Of course, if you are a threesome, you must have a good bar.

"It's okay."

"I don't think the rhetoric is glamorous enough."

"I don't think it's interesting to just pile it up."

…

After the scholar got the poem and entered the door, after a while, he ran out happily and told Su Qingchen that the boss was invited. While walking, he confessed, "The boss doesn't like greetings, and he doesn't accept any gifts" and so on.

Su Qingchen was invited into a Ming study, and an old man with white hair was looking at a piece of paper seriously.

"Show you today, who has injustice. Sure enough, he is a young man with ambition and pride. ”

"Oh, sir, I heard that you don't like greetings, so I'll just say what I mean, do you recognize this word?"

Su Qingchen directly handed over the fragment of the strange exercises that had been copied and disrupted the order.

Chen Shizhong's eyes narrowed, put it far away from him, and after repeated identification, he said: "This is ancient Sanskrit, where did you come from, but the sentence you gave me is not a sentence." ”

Su Qingchen is overjoyed, and it is you who is looking for you.

"I need the boss to help me now."

"Busy, the old man can help. However, the old man did take an interest in this ancient Sanskrit text in your hand. Therefore, at least tell me the origin of this writing, and the original text. That's a condition. So I can translate it for you. You should have copied and shuffled the order here, right? ”

"That's right." Su Qingchen generously admitted, "However, this is an exercise, in order to prevent leakage, it is impossible for me to give you the original text." But ......"

After Su Qingchen noticed the action of Chen Shizhong reading the poems, he had another idea.

"However, I have something for you in three days, and I promise you that you will be satisfied. When the time comes, I hope you don't ask to read the original text again, and don't shirk. ”

After finishing speaking, Su Qingchen left directly.

"Weirdos."