But he still understands the main spirit of Zhang Baihui, in general, it is to be strong, and then see who is not happy to see one and beat the other.

Rough but practical.

It's just that he doesn't have enough time, and the mysterious man in black may find him again at any time, and there is almost no way to improve his combat ability in a short period of time...... Or ......

He looked at Zhang Baihui: "I don't have enough time. ”

The other party ignored him and smoked his cigarette stick. Jiang Chen simply didn't want to be cheeky: "Teacher, you said you would give me the answer." ”

"I gave it~" Zhang Baihui pretended not to understand, but his acting skills were too exaggerated, and people could see through it at a glance.

Jiang Chen could see that the other party was actually willing to help him, but it might be because of his eccentric personality, or because he had to hold a little shelf, and he was unwilling to take the initiative.

"Teacher Zhang. He stood up from the edge of resistance and bowed deeply to the other party: "Please help me." ”

Zhang Baihui didn't reply to him, but asked a somewhat strange question: "Classmate Jiang." ”

"Huh?" he looked up at the other in confusion, waiting for the next step.

"What do you think of me singing?"

"Huh?" subconsciously asked aloud, did he mishear, why did this strange teacher suddenly ask such a question...... The second monk Jiang Chen was confused, but he was not stupid, and he knew that he could not criticize the teacher at this time, so he replied in his heart:

"Melodious and tactful, transcendent. ”

Seeing that Bachi was fine, and knowing that Zhang Baihui was willing to help him, Jiang Chen had a feeling that the task was completed in his stomach, and it was very smooth to pat himself on the back.

These words are well thought out, all of them only praise the artistic conception and do not talk about technology, after all, this person's singing voice is at most shouting trumpets in the mountains, and there is no even a tune.

The other party seemed to be very satisfied with his description, and nodded thoughtfully: "Indeed, when it comes to musical attainments, I am afraid that no one in the entire immortal cultivation world can match me." ”

He only felt that a two-thousand-year-old veteran was boasting in front of him, and he was awkward in everything, so he had to deal with it in silence. Who knew that the other party said:

"Envy?"

What?

Jiang Chen was completely blindsided, he really didn't know anything about this teacher, but when people asked him, he couldn't help but answer, so he said dryly: "Very relaxed." ”

"That's good," Zhang Baihui didn't care about his Wang Gu left and right, and arranged it directly according to his own logic: "From today on, you will follow me to learn music." ”

Music?

Jiang Chen's life before studying in Shanghai No. 13 Middle School, there was no intersection with music at all, after all, the incomplete five tones inherited from his ancestors limited his possibility of developing as a singer, so he could only be a reliable science student seriously. It wasn't until the school arranged for him to be a music specialty student that he took two lessons in music theory and instrumentation every Wednesday night, but until now, it is still a mess that people can't bear to hear.

He really didn't know what Zhang Baihui meant, but he also guessed that the other party's behavior had something to do with the request he made before, so he asked tentatively, "What do you mean?"

"I sing beautifully, you envy me, I am generous and warm, so I teach you. The other party half-leaned on a pile of futons, and said vaguely: "In the future, you will come to me every day after class and study with me." ”

After that, he seemed to be sleepy, and he actually closed his eyes, and after a while, he began to snort slightly.

This kind of unrefusable way of sending off guests made Jiang Chen unable to delve further, so he had to hope that Teacher Yu would not be too tricky with his students, and that he could gain valuable knowledge in the process of following him.

It's really confusing, and it's inexplicable.

originally thought that the other party would be like in martial arts novels, with a mysterious but famous identity, and then retreated in the mountains, willing to be a little teacher in Boyang Academy, and one day saw that he Jiang Chen had good qualifications, so he accepted him as a closed disciple.

I don't know what's going on, but there is an extra vocal teacher? Could it be that he plays too much?

Until he returned to the dormitory, Jiang Chen didn't react too much about what was going on.

......

When Jiang Chen arrived at the dormitory, it was already completely dark, but Jingyu had not come back yet, so he should still be practicing for himself outside.

This is a very rare leisure time, and he is the only one, so he wanted to try to summon Xie Qiye and ask about the previous battle, but found that no matter how he shouted in his heart, the other party did not even have a shadow at all.

If it weren't for the fact that someone else had summoned the guardian spirit, he would even wonder if Jing Yu had deceived him.

But the last thing he lacked at the moment was to get things done, and he lay alone in bed and took out the file bag that Charlotte had given him during the day.

This is a very thin kraft paper bag, the whole bag mouth is sealed with glue, and the kraft paper is of good quality, full of toughness, tearing it by hand for a long time without even a small opening, and finally took the scissors on the table to cut it.

Speaking of this, it shows the convenience brought by the invention of the soulless, although the cultivators have a body of spells and combat skills, but there are no life spells that can replace scissors for delicate manual operations. It is said that the first scissors existed in the third century B.C., and similarly, there were many practitioners in that era, but there was no such thing as Egypt or the Mayan culture.

According to historical records, in the realm of immortal cultivation between 3,000 and 5,000 years ago, the concept of individual survival was admired, and almost all cultivators acted alone, rarely forming groups. This is related to the growth pattern of cultivators at that time, when the world was scattered with heavenly and earthly treasures, and cultivators with "spirits" in their bodies could obtain supreme power and immortality by cultivating and grabbing treasures, and even soar to immortals.

In this context, the seizure of heaven and earth treasures has become extremely serious, and many dark rules have been formed. Cultivators have no trust in each other, and no one is willing to invent and create items outside of the ascension realm - after all, there was a huge disparity in strength between practitioners and spiritless people in that era, and the fruits of many soulless people's hard work were snatched by cultivators, and it was not something to be condemned.

He even had extremely bold ideas, some ancient civilizations that had inexplicably disappeared in the world, and some excesses that only existed in legends, such as the annihilation of Atlantis and the unavailability of Shambhala, were very likely to be inseparable from the cultivation world.

However, this is just a brain hole, and there is no relevant historical data to verify.

Whether it is the immortal cultivation realm or the spiritless realm, there are always choices and discards when recording history, and the words left behind are the magnificent but obvious results.

From a certain point of view, Jiang Chen felt that cultivators were not much superior to the spiritless, on the contrary, the cultural development of the spiritless had been imperceptibly influencing the cultivators for thousands of years, and it could even be said that the entire social system of the immortal cultivation world was currently copying the historical achievements of the spiritless.

My thoughts drifted a little too far, and I don't know how long it took before I finally returned to the brown paper envelope in my hand.

There were a few pieces of A4 paper inside, although they were not thick, there were seven or eight sheets, which was beyond Jiang Chen's imagination, after all, he only took a photo of the other party.

Part of the content of the document is the enlarged details of the text he photographed, and the reverse rubbing, and the content translated into Chinese is marked next to the photo.

It's just that the number of Chinese characters in the photos he provided is extremely limited, some of which are very vague, and some ancient characters are guessed to be several different Chinese characters.

Yes, the paleographies were ultimately reacted to in Chinese characters, not in English, which Charlotte was more familiar with. Although his manuscript was printed, many of the strokes on the photograph are supposed to be from the researcher's manuscript, and some of the annotations and circles are written in kanji, which basically makes it inferred that Charlotte found the person who translated the ancient script was from Kyushu.

And because the words on the Qiankun ring are engraved according to the direction of the ring, the translated content of such a random shot is almost not written words, but even the content of these scattered words is enough to make people think about it.

He keenly grasped the complete vocabulary such as "supervising the pulse over the tail", "rotating like a garden", "valley road lightly" and so on.

It seems to have something to do with Chinese medicine, and there are many proper nouns for meridians, which he doesn't understand.

However, he had a rather bold conjecture.