Chapter Seventy-Five: Eight Treasures Xuanwen Glass Cup
"Master Chen, forget it today"
Li Heng said to him with a smile.
Chen Zhouhe's face was stunned: "Why?" I finally came up with the idea of practicing at home all night......"
"No need, according to my calculations, you should be able to go through seven and a half moves with me today, about forty seconds or so, and be defeated by me after the third and sixth quarters of the back"
"This ......"
Chen Zhouhe's eyes widened: "Why is it shorter than before?" Am I practicing in vain? ”
Li Heng shook his head and smiled: "That's because I'm also improving."
"And I'm much faster than you."
"Tsk~"
Chen Zhouhe shook his head and sighed, still so ruthless.
"I'm going to need to decipher something I found from down there today."
"What's that?"
Li Heng looked at the earthen temple, where a few pieces of moldy cloth felt were hanging on the wall, and there were faint lines looming on it.
And as the sunlight grows stronger, the pattern on it becomes clearer, as if the energy absorbed by the sunlight is released again.
"What is this?"
Chen Zhouhe leaned over curiously.
"Just a set of martial arts"
Li Heng said lightly.
"Martial arts?"
As soon as he said this, Chen Zhouhe was even more curious, as a master of martial arts, he had read a lot of martial arts classics.
There are more ancient wire-bound books, to the printed books used later, and later electronic files, but no matter which carrier, its content is nothing more than the description of words and patterns, even if it is a video explanation that has risen in the Internet era, it is just a three-dimensional clarity of two-dimensional information.
But what are these felts? Ghost Draw Charms?
The incomprehensible symbols are arranged on rows of lines of different shades, and there is no obvious pattern in various patterns, just like a bunch of illogical grass, trees, mountains and rocks piled up together, and the person looking at it is confused.
"This thing...... Is there anything special about it? ”
I can't see why, Chen Zhouhe still has to ask Li Heng.
"Have you heard of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms?"
Li Heng sat down and watched the lines on it recover little by little and said.
"Yes...... I have a little impression, is it after the fall of the Tang Dynasty? ”
Chen Zhouhe also sat down on a mound, he didn't know much about history, he could only know the time period of five dynasties and ten kingdoms, but he had no idea which countries and which generations he was, and it was even more unclear what happened.
"It was a 'time for the stars to shine'......"
Li Heng said with emotion.
"At that time, there was a regime called the Southern Han Dynasty, which occupied a large territory in Lingnan, and the founder of this regime was called Liu Yan."
"This guy is a heavyweight, and he has a great hobby of watching others get tortured."
"He likes to throw people into hot water to burn them, and then take them out to soak in salt and expose them to the sun, and then throw them into hot water to cook and boil, and so on and so forth, and he also invented a water prison full of poisonous snakes, pushing people into a poisonous snake to bite them, and making elephants and bison trample on living people, or let living people fight with evil tigers, in short, knives and fires, oil pots, stone axes, saws bloody septic tanks, and everything is all-encompassing."
Just listening to Chen Zhouhe felt outrageous: "Isn't this a perverted tyrant?" ”
"Hmm"
Li Heng nodded and said yes.
"But such a brutal guy is still a devout believer who believes in Buddhism and Taoism, and he has built a total of 28 temples, corresponding to the 28 stars in the sky."
"After the founding of the People's Republic of China and the proclamation of the emperor, Liu Yan has always had a regret that he has not been able to achieve, in addition to building a large number of buildings and torturing people with all kinds of torture all day long."
"So, he invited three people to his palace, namely the monk Wenlong, the Yuanqing Taoist, and the martial master Zhang Pan, whose Chinese Long monk was the highest Zen master of the Lingnan generation of Buddhism at that time, and the Yuanqing Taoist was the head of the Longhushan Taoist branch in the late Tang Dynasty, and Zhang Pan was suspected to be the early founder of the Southern School of martial arts."
Gathering these three people in the palace, Liu Yan asked them a question that they couldn't think about - I have always respected the Buddha and made good connections, established the Han Dynasty and established the Southern Regions for a long time, and wanted to restore the unification of the world and return to the great cause of the Han and Tang Dynasties. Today, I have summoned a few masters with profound attainments in their respective paths, hoping to work together to find a good prescription for me."
An emperor, who wants to expand his territory, does not ask the prime minister about the military, but invites Buddhist Taoist family members and martial artists.
"Then he invited the three masters to visit and see his eighteen punishments and hells, and even set up a table of princely feasts on the water and fire table, while watching people be boiled and cooked, and invited the three masters to enjoy the banquet over and over again."
"Those three masters have enough to eat this meal."
Chen Zhouhe said stupidly.
"Liu Yan limited them to give a good prescription within half a year, otherwise those punishment hells would have to choose one each, and in the end, the three top figures in their respective fields had no choice but to work together, and finally gave Liu Yan a good prescription after half a year!"
Seeing this recipe, Liu Yan was overjoyed, and ordered the craftsman to build an eight-treasure Xuanwen glazed cup, and burned this so-called salvation recipe in the cup in a certain way.
"But before this so-called miracle helped him fight for the world, Liu Yan died, and this glass cup was also brought into his mausoleum, which cost hundreds of thousands of people to build."
"I know that during the Chongzhen period of the Ming Dynasty, this so-called thousand-year-old tomb that was sealed and reinforced with molten iron actually burst into cracks after a lightning strike, and many of the secret treasures buried in it also reappeared and were stolen by the people."
"And the glass cup has also been lost to the people, as for the good recipe contained on it, no one cares about it, more are still interested in its own value as a treasure, circulating in the market for many years, and the last time it appeared was in the eighties of the last century Xiangjiang held a cultural relics auction."
"In the end, this glass cup was auctioned off by an anonymous rich man for a high price of 8 million, and there has been no information since"
"Eight million twenty or thirty years ago...... Tsk"
Chen Zhouhe shook his head when he heard the price.
But he was more concerned about what was in front of him: "Does this have anything to do with these things?" “
Li Heng got up and picked up a cloth bag from the corner of the earthen temple, and then opened the rope strap of the bag to expose its interior to the sun.
I saw a magnificent halo of light cast out of this old and dirty cloth bag, which was the brilliant color produced by the disintegration of irregular crystals reflecting the sunlight.
Chen Zhouhe's eyes widened, looking at the things inside, and his language stammered a little: "This, this, this...... It's ......"
Li Heng nodded and looked at the contents of the cloth bag and said, "That's right, this is the glass cup, but it's far less valuable now." “
Because, inside this cloth bag is a pile of scattered glass fragments!
Exquisite artefacts that were once priceless are now just a pile of debris.
"How so?!"
Rao is bent on martial arts, Chen Zhouhe, who is not very interested in foreign things, was shocked, if this thing is put in the auction now, it will be 100 million!
100 million things are just broken into slag, who doesn't want to howl twice?
"And it's not an accidental fragmentation, it's a deliberate sabotage"
Li Heng said firmly.