"Heavenly Thunder Sword Technique" has a total of one hundred and eight pages, except for the cover, the inner pages are a total of one hundred and four pages, all color text, without any patterns, and not like the books that you usually see, the preface and the back, the title text has a primary and secondary, the paragraphs are clearly distinguished, the word spacing is arranged in an orderly manner, and the size of its place is freely determined according to the complexity of each word's strokes, and there is no punctuation mark, and it is seen in the clouds. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Although, each stroke is still written straight, but because it is all hand-copied, it is inevitable that the thickness of the strokes is different, and the angle is different, so that the words and words, sentences and sentences are intertwined, and the branches and branches are not much at all.

In addition, each word is superimposed by numbers, reaching dozens of paintings, even if Cangjie is alive, I am afraid it is easy to identify.

In addition, because the whole book has no page number, it is turned upside down, often reading the next paragraph, not knowing the next paragraph, reading the previous page, not knowing the next page, it is like drilling into a huge maze, every word is a high wall, blocking the direction of progress, teaching people are full of pressure, full of mud.

The first time Mo Yun read this book, this is the feeling, and now the second time he reads this book, he still feels the same way, after reading less than half of it, he is already sweating profusely, his eyes are jerky, and his head is like being blown up by those dense and overlapping words, and he is in pain, as if he is about to be broken, that feeling is really more uncomfortable than doing a hundred squats in one breath.

Mo Yun had to stop, rub his fingers and rub his eye sockets, press his temples, and rest for a while.

He took a deep breath as he began to suspect that there was something wrong with his method, and that he had been frightened by the strange overlays of text in the book in the first place, and had entered the ecstasy created by the writer, so that he could read it so hard and inefficiently.

He said in his heart that if he went back and forth between the lines like this, he was afraid that he would not be able to finish reading it in a hundred years, and he needed to think of a way to save time and effort.

However, it seems that the author of this book deliberately wanted to use this method to create a puzzle and make it difficult for future generations of readers.

Mo Yun sighed, picked up the book again, and didn't think about turning to the text he had just read right away, but flipped through it casually and opened the preface on the second page.

With curiosity, he wanted to see what was written in the preface.

In his impression, the preface is usually an explanation of the author's reasons for writing the book, his intentions, and how good the recommended book is, and it has no real value, so he doesn't take it very seriously like reading a comic.

However, when he looked at it, his heart suddenly jumped.

He found that the strokes of one of the lines of text were obviously a little thicker than those next to it, and it was evident that the writer had made an extra trace on each stroke with his pen, making that line of words obviously more prominent and eye-catching than the other words.

The author must have done so with his own intentions. Mo Yunxin said.

He stayed on that line of words, and found that there were a total of four words in that line, which were still written using the word-making method of superimposing words, and each word had three layers of red, blue and black, each layer was written in a wild cursive technique, and the power penetrated the back of the paper, showing the extraordinary skill of the writer.

Those four words, the tight place is like a phoenix feather, fine and dense;

The sparse place is like a deciduous forest in autumn, Xiao Xiao is cold;

The luxuriant place is like a bird's nest in a deep tree, red, fat, green and thin, and the branches are vertical and horizontal;

The simplicity is like an old monk sitting on dead wood, and there is almost no color to be seen;

The thick place is like a dark cloud splashing ink, smudging and staining;

The thin place is like a grass snake into the jungle, as if it heard its sound, but did not see its shadow,

Gently heavy, thick and thin, gold hook iron painting, straight to see people's eyes, confused.

Fortunately, Mo Yun is a person who likes to study deeply, as long as he is interested in something, he will not be afraid of trouble.

He believes that these four superimposed characters must have hidden a doorway that is different from other words, otherwise the author would not have emphasized them with a broad pen.

For this reason, he went back to Ding Wushuang's room, found a pen, a slightly transparent white paper, lay on the table, pressed the white paper on the line of words, and copied it one by one.

After he copied the first layer of red characters, he found that the red characters seemed familiar, but he did not dare to make a conclusion, so according to the trend of his strokes, he deduced more than 20 words, and according to the intertextual relationship between each word, combined with semantics, selected four words to combine together, and repeatedly combined more than a dozen times before he came up with a sentence with smooth semantics, only to see that the four words were actually written:

Want to get through this book.

By now, anyone who knows a lot of writing can understand what this sentence means.

The author is obviously using these four words to set a psychological expectation for the reader: if you want to integrate the knowledge of this book.

According to rhetorical logic, the author apparently uses an "if...... So ......" or "if...... As for the sentence structure of ......", according to this logic, the next sentence of this sentence should be: what should you do?

That is, the author will tell the reader in the next sentence how to read the book.

As soon as Mo Yun thought of this, his heart was overjoyed, and he hurriedly fell on the table again, covered the white paper on the four words, and copied the second layer of blue characters stroke by stroke.

The thought of knowing how to read the book at once, and getting the mantra to summon the divine weapon buried in the pyramid, made his heart feel nervous and excited, and even the hand holding the pen trembled.

The strokes of the second layer of blue characters are simpler than those of the first layer of red characters, only the second layer of characters is more complicated, and Mo Yun has the experience of the previous copying, and the speed of tracing is also a lot faster, so the second layer only took two-thirds of the time of the first layer to complete the copying.

He used the same method to deduce dozens of words, and then used intertextuality to form a syntax, selected four words to combine into a sentence, and after dozens of combinations, he finally spelled out the second sentence, only to see that the sentence was also four words, and it was:

Fix it first.

Reading the first sentence and the second sentence together, that is: If you want to understand this book, you must first practice the technique.

Mo Yun suddenly realized that the author clearly said that if you want to integrate the content of this book, you must first practice the art of determination.

However, what is the technique? Mo Yun wondered in his heart.

While reciting these two words silently, my mind was thinking quickly.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he remembered the technique of fixing the mind that he had learned from Teacher Ding, and said in his heart, this technique is the art of designation? If this is the case, then wouldn't this author also know the art of fixing the mind, and he is the successor of the master of mind?

After thinking about it, I felt that it was unlikely, because, according to Cui Longbin, this book was passed down from ancient times. If he hadn't lied and that this book was really born in ancient times, then its author should have naturally lived thousands of years ago, and the study of mind had only been created for decades, and the time for founding a sect and accepting disciples to teach was not long, and the patriarch of the founding school, that is, Ding Yichan, who was known as the master of mind by the world, was also a person in the world, and how could the person who wrote this book be his successor.

However, although Mo Yun had doubts about the identity of the author, this incident did not affect him to read through this book, but after thinking about it for a while, he did not delve into it further, and said in his heart, since the author explained here, "If you want to understand this book, you must first cultivate the meditation technique", then I will use the meditation technique I have learned to give it a try, and I don't need to think about the rest.

Thinking of this, Mo Yun took a deep breath and cast a calming technique.

His heart moved at will, his mind was born from his thoughts, and he gathered two divine martial forces from the soles of his feet, went up on his shoulders through the side of his body, and handed them over to Baihui.

Just when the two strands of left and right converged on the top of his head, around his body, ten centimeters away, a faint blue light more than half a foot long suddenly appeared, and outside the blue light, there was a circle of fluttering and dreamlike green smoke, making his whole person become hazy and floating.

At the same time, his eyes also emitted a thirty-centimeter-long blue light and blue smoke, making his eyes like a misty and steaming dragon pool, bottomless.

He pointed his gaze to the Heavenly Thunder Sword Technique, and the book was immediately enveloped in the blue light and smoke that floated from his eyes.

He flipped to the first page of the text and pointed his gaze to the first line.

The line of words immediately turned into three lines, rising straight from the surface of the paper to forty centimeters above the page, from top to bottom, from near to far, hanging in the air, as if Mo Yun's eyes suddenly put on 3D glasses.

"Huh?!"

Mo Yun was surprised, his eyes widened, and his chin elongated.

I saw that the three lines were as clear as the words, and they were written:

Heavenly thunder is not a sword

Nor is the mantra a recipe

A thought is a sword

While reading these three lines of words, Mo Yun suddenly realized in his heart, and said in his heart, it turned out that the author used the Concentration Technique to write this book, and when he wrote these superimposed words, each word was erected in his eyes, and the layers were clear, and they could naturally be superimposed layer by layer.

I thought again, it turns out that the meditation technique taught by Mr. Ding is a key to understanding this book, if Mr. Ding is replaced to read this book, can she also read it?

"Impossible!" he said in his heart, "for the text of this book is not only full of superimposed characters, but also all written in the ancient oriental script of the earth. Ding Wushuang is not an earthling, so it is naturally impossible for him to know these words.

His mind was spinning rapidly, thinking for a while, and was about to focus his eyes on the three lines of words again, thinking deeply about the meaning of those three lines, but suddenly saw the three lines of words turn into three wisps of smoke and dust, and fell on the table one after another, never to be traced.

Mo Yun was surprised in his heart, and looked down at the line of handwriting that the author had copied on the page, but he was nowhere to be found.

It turned out that these words would be automatically destroyed if they were read once by someone using the Meditation Technique. Mo Yun said in amazement.

He understood this truth, and when he looked at the second line of words, he no longer thought of him, but his brain flashed, and he concentrated on reciting the original sentence, for fear that it would be invisible in the blink of an eye.

The second line was slightly longer than the first, and it was also three lines rising from the page, from near to far, hanging thirty centimeters from top to bottom.

The three lines read:

Chapter 1: Wooden Sword Summoning Mantra

Ten thousand trees in the wood export are one sword

Shenmu was born, and thousands of mountains fell in autumn

Since receiving a millipede for his blood transfusion to treat poison, most of the soul poison in Mo Yun's body has been dissipated, and various physical functions are much stronger than before, and his physical strength, energy, and brain power have also improved, so he didn't have much effort to keep these three lines in mind.

He finished reading the three lines in front of him, and in a few seconds, those three lines vanished along with the two lines on the page.

When Mo Yun saw this second line of words, it was really as he guessed, and he disappeared after reading it, so he no longer dared to be careless, and recited the six lines of words he had just read in his heart several times, until he was familiar with the next sentence in his heart.

This went back and forth, and when the moon was approaching the middle of the sky, the first chapter, seventy-two sentences, seven hundred and two crosses of the wooden sword formula, had been read by him.

He rested for a while, turned to the second chapter, but found that the words on the book returned to their original appearance, overlapping, branches, and could not read anymore, and he couldn't help but scratch his ears and cheeks in a hurry, and when he calmed down and thought about it for a while, he faintly realized that the words in the second chapter may need a deeper and more powerful yuan force to promote the words to float above the writing, and his own yuan force is not strong.

Thinking of this, he decided to take a break and try again after Yuan Li recovered a little.

So, he closed the book, carefully put it in his bosom, got up, and walked out the door.

As he walked to the door, he heard Ding Wushuangjiao shouting, "Mo Yun, where are you hiding?"

Mo Yun couldn't help but be taken aback when he heard her stiff voice and slow breathing, he didn't know what happened to her, so he hurriedly answered and walked quickly to the moonlight in the corridor.

He saw that Ding Wushuang was still sitting cross-legged on the reed mat as he had been a few hours ago, but his cheeks were red, like red charcoal in the furnace, and his swan-like neck was shining with a layer of milk-like luster under the water and moon, which looked more white and tender and smooth than in the daytime.

"So you're in my room. Ding Wushuang saw Mo Yun walking out of the door, his figure flickered, and he was already standing in front of Mo Yun, looking at Mo Yun with two apricot eyes like autumn water, like a dream.

The dignified face, the bewitching curves, the girl's feelings, and the eyes that captivate the country and the city, make her show a kind of intellectual bewitchment, and teach any man to feel lonely when he sees it.