Su Ling was boiling water outside to kill chickens, and Chen Tang sat in the room and began to flip through various books, to review his homework.

In the Yin Kingdom, due to the backwardness of printing technology, books were very valuable, and many scholars could not afford to buy books, so they could only copy books, copy them on inferior yellow-edged paper, and fold them one by one.

Over the years, Chen Tang has accumulated several books, mainly collections of scriptures and meanings, which are the content of the main examination of the imperial examination.

"Hey, this is ......"

When I flipped through a copy of "Notes on the Virtuous Son", I turned out a thick page of paper.

The paper was folded and sandwiched in a book, and when opened, it was the size of a sheet of A-4 paper, with a portrait depicted on it.

The first thing Chen Tang noticed was the texture of the paper, which was very thick and unusual, soft to the touch, as if it was cowhide, or sheepskin. There was even a terrifying guess in his mind:

Human skin!

Then Chen Tang looked at the portrait depicted above, which was an image of a Taoist priest, with a fairy wind and Taoist bones, sitting cross-legged, his posture similar to ordinary meditation, but slightly different, his hands pinched into a strange posture and erected in front of his chest.

There are words written on the right side of the portrait, and the font is square, looking at it, giving people a very stable feeling.

"Good Cultivation Sutra!"

Under the three big characters, there is also a line of small words: Outside practice strength, inner family practice, and real family practice. I, be good at nurturing my heavenly and human spirit!

That's all.

Chen Tang pondered these words, and muttered a little in his heart, according to the literal meaning, shouldn't it be called the "Book of Heaven and Man"? However, the name is not the point, the key is the content.

The more I pondered, the more excited I became: daring to love this painting is a martial arts secret.

Think about it right away, and figure out where it came from.

After a while, a somewhat vague memory emerged: this painting, along with the pillow on the bed, must have been brought back by my father that time.

At that time, Chen Tang's father didn't know what was going on, he was seriously injured, and a bearded Taoist priest sent him back. After lying in bed for two days, he drove west.

At that time, Chen Tang was only seven or eight years old, and as he grew older, things about childhood seemed confused. He only liked to read, and when he couldn't read the painting, he folded it up and tucked it into a book.

Until today, it has been turned out again.

The current Chen Tang is different. In this strange world, if you want to strengthen your body and have a skill, the best choice is, of course, to practice martial arts.

Especially at noon in Zhao's Mansion, after watching Zhao Sanye slap a solid wood table, Chen Tang's heart to practice martial arts became even more eager.

However, it is not easy to practice martial arts, you have to have a lot of money to support, and you have to be taught, practice various routines, step by step. The key is that Chen Tang is twenty years old this year, and at this age, he has missed the best age to boil his body.

But now that he has turned out this "Sutra of Good Cultivation", Chen Tang is overjoyed, as if he sees the hope of practicing.

He hurriedly sat down on the bed with the painting and studied it carefully.

The image of the Taoist priest on the painting is depicted in great detail, the lines are outlined, and the pen has a unique charm. Aside from everything else, this painting alone has a unique feature that can be sold for silver.

But how to practice?

There are no action steps written on it, remember the general martial arts secrets, but they are all one by one, one by one, one by one, marked in great detail, people can see it, you can draw a scoop according to the gourd, and practice it with a move.

"Well, the painting itself may be a secret, so you should use the idea of contemplation. ”

When Chen Tang thought of this, he did not hesitate, concentrated, and looked at the whole painting from beginning to end, without missing a bit, and gradually, he had a rough image outline in his mind.

Feeling that he remembered clearly, he imitated the Taoist priest in the painting and posed in the same meditation posture.

"No, the position of my hands and feet is still a little different, and I don't put it right. ”

Again, he carefully examined the portrait to find out what didn't fit.

If it's three times a few times, there is always a feeling of incongruity, and I can't get into the state.

After tossing, Chen Tang was sweating profusely. Fortunately, the body bones are different before, otherwise, I would have been tired and fell down.

He thought to himself: since the portrait was brought back with the pillow, is there a connection between the two?

So he put the portrait and the pillow together and turned it over and over, but nothing unusual happened.

It was always in vain, and in the end, Chen Tang was a little discouraged and felt that he was too eager to succeed. Even if the portrait is extraordinary, it is impossible to learn it at once, and it must be difficult.

"Brother Bujin, you can eat!"

Outside, Su Ling called.

Chen Tang pressed the portrait under the pillow and walked out.

Before you know it, it's late in the evening, and ordinary people have to eat early, and if it's dark and there is no oil lamp, it's troublesome.

Today's dinner was extremely sumptuous, and when the lid was lifted, the rich smell of chicken soup wafted out, and the whole house was fragrant.

"Good!"

Chen Tang's index finger moved, and he immediately started eating. Even when he was a tutor in Hujiazhuang, he never ate chicken twice, and he usually ate pork.

This time, Su Ling put enough rice. The two of them ate in large gulps, and in the end, whether it was rice or chicken, they were all eaten cleanly, and even a little soup base was drunk by Su Ling.

"Ah Ling, eat your fill. ”

Chen Tang asked with a smile.

Su Ling wiped his mouth and nodded heavily: "I've never been so full." ”

Chen Tang laughed: "From today onwards, we have to eat a full meal every day." ”

As he spoke, he took out his money bag and counted out five coins: "These are the food expenses of the past few days, you can use them to buy vegetables and meat, don't be reluctant to spend them." I'm still after spending it. ”

Seeing the five coins, Su Ling was surprised and delighted, her eyes suddenly gushed out mist, and tears fell.

Chen Tang saw it and sighed: "Don't do some heavy work, if you get injured, you have to spend money to see a doctor, right?"

Knowing that this little girl has a stubborn personality, she simply makes a fuss about money, which makes Su Ling obey even more.

Sure enough, Su Ling replied, "Okay." ”

After saying some more words, Su Ling cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and Chen Tang went to get water to wash his body. By the end of the day, it was already completely dark.

Although the weather is hot and humid, there are few people in the village who come out to enjoy the cool at this time, and they basically close their doors and go to bed early.

Chen Tang returned to bed, the room was dark, and he suddenly thought of a strange thing, that is, in the past few days of sleeping, there has never been a mosquito nuisance bite. It stands to reason that in such an environment and in such a season, there must be many mosquitoes breeding and flying around.

"Ah Ling, you are sleeping outside, have any mosquitoes bitten you?"

Chen Tang couldn't help but ask.

Su Ling replied crisply: "It doesn't seem to be ...... I slept soundly, I couldn't do it in my old home, and every night, I would be bitten a lot, and it was itchy and painful. ”

Her old home was a thatched hut, which had collapsed long ago after no one lived in it.

Chen Tang scratched his head and said, "Strange ......"

By the time we had dinner, it was already dusk, and the mosquitoes were supposed to come out, but they didn't seem to have been bitten.

Speaking of which, it's like the whole house, there are no mosquitoes.

Thinking about it to no avail, Chen Tang no longer thought about it, sat cross-legged on the bed, calmed down, and continued to meditate and cultivate the "Sutra of Good Cultivation".

Although the room is dimly lit and difficult to see, the portrait is firmly in my mind, and I can meditate on it.