After dinner, after a short free time, it is evening self-study.

Zhao Cheng didn't waste his free time, just in the class, he looked at the miscellaneous books borrowed from the school library for a while.

The content of the book is related to kendo, and some of the stories of swordsmen seem to be ancient to the Shang and Zhou dynasties, and some seem to be hundreds of years ago.

Among them, the true and the false, combined with various elements of folklore and mythology, are fragmented and fragmented, and there is no specific time.

This book is called "Talking about the Sword", and the time of writing is not verifiable, some say it was more than 300 years ago, some say it was more than 500 years ago, and as for the author, there are as many as five.

There is a saying that its author is Chen Sheng five hundred years ago, a teenager who repeatedly failed in scientific examinations, made friends with swordsmen in middle age, and then paraded around the world to explore strange ambitions, and only then did he make this strange book in his later years.

It is also said that Zhang Sheng, who was more than 300 years ago, was middle-aged, but he was only a petty official all his life, and he wrote a book and wrote this miscellaneous book in his later years.

History is difficult to rely on, and the person who compiled and repaired this book later simply wrote all the names that are true and false in the introduction.

Just like the one Zhao Cheng is reading now, it is about a person named Wang Sheng, who was originally just a scholar, with a bit of talent, but also limited, and failed the scientific examination, but one day he walked at night, fell down, and was in a daze, saying that he dreamed of Yuan Shi Tianzun, Tianzun said that he had a relationship with the Tao and passed on a scripture to him. After this incident came out, someone asked him to say and write the scriptures taught by Tianzun, but he couldn't say it, and he couldn't write it.

Therefore, the people around him only thought that he had fallen stupidly and had hysteria.

But after that, it only took a long time for Wang Sheng to become a generation of swordsmen with strong swordsmanship.

A few years later, a thief attacked the village, and Wang Sheng killed the thief with one person and one sword.

Only then did everyone know that Wang Sheng was not lying, but really received God's endowment.

Some people want to apprentice, but Wang Sheng said that he has not yet learned and understands, and there is no way to teach others, and then he drifted away.

In the past few decades, some people in the township are said to have seen Wang Sheng's figure in the Taihang Mountains, and his face has not changed for decades.

Some people say that Wang Sheng is practicing swords in the mountains, and he has become a sword immortal.

And the author also sighed at the end: God? What the hell?! What the hell?!

The way this story is written, as well as the content, are a bit like the chatting and strange things that Zhao Cheng had seen in his previous life.

is the popularity, the two are completely incomparable.

Moreover, the otherworldly things in the previous life were mostly vain and conjecture, but here they are real and unnecessary.

The so-called Tianzun transmission of the law may not be a master of swordsmanship, the mind fights the heaven and the earth, and the heart is transmitted to the heart, and under the empowerment of Daigo, he taught the essence of kendo to Wang Sheng.

Because what Wang Sheng got was only a thought, he felt that he had the scriptures, but he couldn't speak or write.

Later in the story, Wang Sheng gradually understood this, which is what he has not yet learned.

Of course, this is just an inference made by Zhao Cheng in combination with the situation in this world.

As for the facts, there may not really be such a person as Wang Sheng in the world.

The words of a novelist cannot be trusted.

Zhao Cheng looked at these, firstly, to broaden his horizons, but also to read them as idle books, not to mention the truth or falsehood, but the story was written okay.

Zhao Cheng sometimes thinks that if someone can synthesize the myths and legends of this world throughout the ages, the system of gods and Buddhas, sort it out completely, and combine it with history, and write a book, it will definitely be a big seller.

It's a pity that such a talent has not yet appeared, and the classical mythological system of Yanhuang is still complicated and chaotic, so that ordinary people have no idea of in-depth understanding when they look at it.

The evening self-study only lasted until nine o'clock, and Zhao Cheng was doing self-questioning and answering things during the evening self-study, trying to use this stupid method to experiment with the running logic of the panel, but unfortunately things did not go well.

As for his joining the kendo class, he only verbally agreed, and the school still had to go through a certain procedure, and then there was a class schedule for him.

Let's just say that today, I have already taken a kendo class in the afternoon, and if I continue to make up for it in the evening, it will undoubtedly get twice the result with half the effort.

Therefore, in terms of time, it is necessary to stagger with the kendo class.

After school, Zhao Cheng did not stay at school, and at the school gate, he bought a bowl of noodles and a pot helmet, and ate it while walking.

If ordinary people eat like this before going to bed at night, it is appropriate to gain weight, but Zhao Cheng is now the time to grow his body, the speed of swordsmanship is fast, and the development of the body needs a lot of nutrients, so this kind of meal is undoubtedly the right time.

In the real world, there is no such high energy as aura, and swordsmanship is something that is practiced and eaten.

Some powerful kendo masters can eat a cow in one meal, and of course, they can go without food for three or five days in a row, and they can still be in good spirits without even drinking water.

Even, when they are not exercising vigorously, their energy consumption is lower than that of ordinary people, and only after a violent outburst do they need a lot of nutritional supplements.

As soon as the noodles were eaten, half of the pot helmet was eaten, and Zhao Chengcheng had already arrived home.

His home is only a three-minute walk from Qingyuan, and the school is truly on his doorstep.

I have to say that Zhao's father was lucky, in the early years, Qingyuan ranked last in southern Hunan, and it was not as good as the famous schools of "No. 1 Middle School" and "No. 2 Middle School", and the housing prices were also cheap.

Zhao's father gritted his teeth and bought it directly, and regretted it later, after all, Qingyuan's educational resources at that time were not good, and he was worried that he would delay the child.

Among the relatives at that time, because of the matter of this house, there were a lot of gossips.

Until a few years ago, Qingyuan was restructured, and this time, the direction of the wind suddenly changed, and it was said that Zhao's father had a poisonous vision back then, and he suddenly raised his eyebrows.

And the housing prices in this area are naturally soaring now.

At that time, Zhao's father bought a house, and now it is estimated that it is enough to buy a toilet.

"Zhao Cheng, you didn't even bring me supper."

As soon as he entered the door, Zhao Chengcheng heard a crisp voice.

"Zhao Xiaoxiang, your pocket money is no less than mine, you want to eat it and buy it yourself."

Zhao Cheng responded casually.

He turned around and closed the door, and saw that the lights in the living room were turned on, and the large-screen TV in the living room was playing a very popular romance drama recently.

To put it mildly, in some ways, the two worlds are still very similar.

At this time, on the sofa in the living room, a girl about fourteen or fifteen years old, curled up on the sofa, revealing a snow-white calf, eating potato chips while watching TV, like a large hamster.

"Cheng Lang, our relationship is still faint after all, when we were watching the stars in the park together, you shouted Xiang'er one by one, now that the people are big and the people are old, you will call me Zhao Xiaoxiang."

"When you kept saying that you wanted to marry me, you didn't say that."

Zhao Xiaoxiang said without looking back.