Zhang Xuan deceived the Xuan clan with ghost words, and saw that the Xuan clan deliberately made more delicious food, so he felt a little sorry, and after gobbling up breakfast, he went to meet the teaching gentleman Zhang Kuanren, and went to visit his sister Xiaohua, and then took the flower brocade to wander around in the field.

Hua Jin didn't know that Zhang Xuan had absorbed and refined its eggs, and he looked very happy, and while walking forward with long legs, he cooed a few times from time to time.

Coming to a leeward depression on the south slope, Hua Jin walked towards the place where there was a piece of fluorite, and then lay on the piece of fluorite.

This piece of fluorite, white and opaque, with dense blood-colored lines distributed on it, Zhang Xuan is very familiar with it, because he often came here to play before, and often picked some crystal fluorite blocks with his friends, or as a chess piece for playing stone chess, or threw it in the pond to play water.

Ever since he started his journey to slay demons, especially when he matured, the childhood feeling gradually disappeared. At this moment, seeing Hua Jin lying on the fluorite, he suddenly wanted to relive his childhood feelings, so he lay on the fluorite, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

It was the middle of spring, and the sun was not very hot, but he felt warm all over his body, and he fell asleep unconsciously.

In his sleep, he felt some strange symbols rush into his mind. Each of those symbols is irregular, and a small part of them resembles the classical characters taught by the teacher Zhang Kuanren, but they are not exactly the same as those classical characters. Most of them are stick figures of random graffiti, but they are all crooked and not at all.

Subconsciously, he identified these things as strange characters, and wrote them down by heart, so that he could consult Zhang Kuanren when he had time.

Zhang Kuanren is a knowledgeable teacher, and there is no reason not to know these strange characters.

Those strange characters continue to pour in, about hundreds of thousands. After stopping the influx, his mind flickered again. It took a lot of time to pour in and flash again.

After the flickering, the glyph-like things appeared in groups of threes and fives, combined in twos and threes, or combined into a short chain, or combined into a closed circle or other shape.

After the small patterns are combined, those characters appear in batches of thirty or fifty, combined into longer strings or larger patterns, regular or irregular, varied, dazzling.

In the end, tens of thousands of characters appear at the same time, combining into some extremely complex large patterns.

Seeing such a pattern, Zhang Xuan couldn't help but think of the fleeting and complex patterns on the wall of the Yin and Yang Realm, and asked himself: "Ah, could it be that the brain-burning patterns on the wall of the Yin and Yang Realm are also composed of such characters?" What do these quirky characters represent, and where do they come from? ”

When he woke up, it was already noon, but he was not in a hurry to go home for dinner, but thought while looking at the fluorite.

He saw that the blood-colored lines on the fluorite had disappeared and turned into gray lines. The originally brilliant fluorite has also become a little gray, without its original bright color.

This made him realize that the dreams he had just had just had not been pure dreams, and that what had happened in them was not an illusion, but a reality that he could not yet comprehend with his current knowledge. Roughly speaking, the characters that poured into his mind were actually a kind of energy, and the nature and purpose of this energy remained to be further explored in the future.

From that inexplicable energy, he thought of the egg laid by Hua Jin. He didn't know much about the physiological habits of Hua Jin, and he didn't know anything about whether Hua Jin could lay eggs and when to lay eggs, but he vaguely felt that the reason why his Hua Jin laid eggs might be because Hua Jin absorbed the energy in fluorite.

From this, he further judged that the energy in the fluorite at least had the function of transporting. Since it can promote the gestation of flowers, it must be able to promote the gerbiculture of other living beings, or, through transport, stimulate the biological activity of living beings.

From this point of view, it should be beneficial and harmless for him to absorb such energy.

In addition, he realized that even seemingly ordinary things may hide some special energy, and it is precisely because those things seem so ordinary that the energy in them can be ignored. Whoever has the heart to absorb and utilize this energy will achieve great gains.

He can't underestimate anything that seems ordinary, this is the harvest of his understanding.

After sitting and thinking for a while, he got up and went home with the brocade. The brocade also seemed to have gained something, and the cooing sound was even more cheerful.

Zhang Xuan returned home, and as expected, there was another hearty meal in front of him.

Xiaohua and Hanwa were also there, urging him to eat as much as possible together with the Xuan family, which made him cry and laugh a little, and said secretly: "Boy, you lied, I don't know how many more lies you need to lie to get back, this is purely your own trouble, who can you blame!" ”

In desperation, he had no choice but to continue to gobble up.

That night, he went to Zhang Kuanren's house to ask about those characters.

Zhang Kuanren looked at the characters drawn by Zhang Xuan, frowned and said, "These things you drew look a bit like classical characters, but they are not. That's what the difference means. These characters, in my opinion, are ghost drawings, and there is no rule to follow. ”

After that, he took out two copies of "Compendium of Ancient Characters" and "Exegesis of Ancient Texts" from the bookshelf and handed them to Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Xuan flipped through the two books on ancient characters, carefully memorizing the contents, and comparing them with the characters that poured into his mind, he found that there was indeed a big difference between them.

However, in order to better explore the mysteries of those inexplicable characters, he borrowed two ancient script books from Zhang Kuanren, and after returning home, he repeatedly flipped through them, trying to write down the writing and meaning of all the ancient characters.

He now has a very strong memory, and he can memorize all the contents of the book just by flipping through it once or twice, so this is not difficult for him.

When he talked to Zhang Kuanren, Zhang Kuanren made a guess, that is, these ghost-like characters may have a certain adhesive effect like those ancient characters with bent teeth. Ancient characters are the glue of meanings between words to form meanings with a wider meaning, and it is impossible to guess what the effect of those ghostly characters is glued.

Zhang Kuanren is a literati, not a martial artist, and he only looks at the problem from the perspective of a literati, and may not be applicable to martial arts. However, Zhang Xuan believes that the principle of civil and military affairs is applicable in terms of literature and Taoism, and it may also be applicable in martial arts.

Bonding, in other words, fusion. Zhang Xuan already had the experience of fusion, such as the fusion of his divine soul with Hongrui, and the fusion of some exercises. Due to the differences in nature, some different exercises cannot be rigidly fused, but if there is a certain amount of binder, there is no problem in fusing them.

So, are these ghost paintings the glue that binds the fusion of the exercises?

Zhang Xuan had such a preliminary judgment, but because he didn't have many exercises at present, he couldn't conduct relevant experiments.

After pondering it, he decided to try a fusion between the objects.

To date, he has two weapons - the Langya Sword and the Flower Stick. These two weapons come from different sources and have different functions, and he often can't use both when he competes with the big demon, if they are fused together, it will be different, and then he can give full play to the functions of the two weapons, so as to make the best use of them, so as to maximize the lethality.

Thinking of this, he couldn't wait to try it immediately, but he was afraid that the noise would alarm his mother, so he had to suppress the impulse in his heart for the time being.

The next day, he got up early in the morning, had a hurried breakfast, and prepared to go outside to find a place where no one was there to fuse weapons.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the three Octopus brothers came.

"Brother, you are back, we should come to see you as soon as possible, but because we went to a foreign country to visit relatives, we have not come until now, you won't blame us, right?"

As soon as they met, Octopus said apologetically.