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An old man and a young man stopped in front of the martial arts hall, and the young man raised his hand and knocked on the door three times. @然后顺手一推, he pushed the door open and stepped inside.

It turned out that when he knocked on the door, he exhaled his internal strength, and quietly broke the door bolt, which was broken cleanly, and there was no noise at all.

They entered, and the night swept up behind them, and the wind rose.

......

The wind was so strong that the window lattices rattled. In the room, a light is bright. Under the lamp, Chen Sanlang sat upright and straight.

On the bookcase, the four treasures of the study room are neatly arranged. The ink is thick, and the pen is open.

Chen Sanlang closed his eyes, his heart was calm and waveless, and after half a ring, he reached out to pick up the pen and wrote on the white paper spread out.

The pen is introverted, and the words are written neatly, which is a small block.

Among the many calligraphys, regular script, as the official word, is the most immersed in the world's readers. It can be said that basically everyone can write fluent and rigorous block letters.

Because of the mainstream, it is difficult to become calligraphy. Most people practice the words, between the strokes, full of ingenuity, like a mold printed, meticulous. It is right, but it lacks artistic beauty.

Chen Sanlang's regular script is very different. One stroke at a time, with a certain rhyme, it seems, revealing the edge and containing vitality.

It took me ten sheets of paper to finish.

What he wrote silently was the knife mantra taught by Xu Nianniang, 3,452 words, a lot of words. He double-checked it from beginning to end to make sure there were no omissions, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

This mantra is really stiff. Although by rote memorization method. I wrote it down, but it wasn't safe. It is inevitable that if you are not careful, you will forget some words.

Really forgot the words. But it's fatal, especially if you forget the key words.

So I think it's better to write it out silently, and it's safer to write it in black and white. The peerless inheritance does not memorize words, but Xu Nianniang did not force it, it's a big deal, after learning it, just burn these papers.

Writing, very much mental and physical loss, sweating all over. Lean back in your chair. Close your eyes and refresh yourself. After a while, start watching carefully and comprehend it with great concentration.

This is not a zama step, not a simple move, but a mastery. Xu Nianniang passed the knife and asked him to go back in three days, there is no doubt that these three days will depend on how much Chen Sanlang can comprehend, and then carry out the next step of inheritance.

Procedurally, it's basically true.

Otherwise. No matter how talented Chen Sanlang is, it is unlikely that he can learn martial arts with just one formula, it is too difficult.

This is the inheritance of different spells, and that kind of inheritance is often through the soul method. Imprinted directly in the mind, it is equivalent to taking a shortcut and getting twice the result with half the effort.

For example, the little dragon girl taught "Demon Binding Formula" and "True Dragon Water Technique" in the front. It's all like this, so Chen Sanlang learns quickly.

But now. In the face of knife mantras, it depends more on personal comprehension. There are no shortcuts.

Xu Nianniang said before passing the knife that Chen Sanlang had learned "Xu's Boxing Sutra" and laid a foundation. No matter how much foundation you have, it's better than nothing. After all, at his age, it is too old to learn martial arts again.

Time is running out, and every second counts.

However, after slowly pondering the word by word, Chen Sanlang's face was at a loss, and he suddenly found that this mantra was not like that at all, and there was no mention of the word "knife" in the whole article.

More than 3,000 words, without a single word "knife", is this still a knife decision?

Chen Sanlang even wondered if his father-in-law had misremembered and passed on the wrong pass.

"It shouldn't be, it's a peerless master, how can you make this low-level mistake......"

Chen Saburo threw away the doubting thoughts, rubbed his temples, concentrated his mind, and studied again.

Syllable!

The lights exploded, waking him up in a daze, and it was estimated that more than an hour had passed. It's just that Chen Sanlang's expression is even more dazed, and he can't find the north at all.

Looking at this mantra, it is as if you are reading a wordless book.

As a reader, I read books and broken books, not only read the scriptures and articles, but also read miscellaneous book notes, which are more flexible and wider, and I will read some Buddhist scriptures and Taoist scriptures. Needless to say, Chen Sanlang has been exposed to the secret of magic powers, which is mysterious, so there is no need to say more.

But now that he is facing a knife duel, he feels that his head is bigger than ever. Because throughout the text, there are no coherent sentences and paragraphs at all, as if irrelevant words are brought in and piled together. There is neither discipline nor regularity.

Chen Sanlang scratched his head very much: Could it be that he wants to comprehend this sword decision, and he can't be explained literally, but there is something else strange?

It's not impossible.

It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that the interpretation of the secret book itself is very unique, just like a password. If you don't choose the right way, you'll never be allowed to enter. Therefore, without the guidance of a famous teacher, it will be difficult to get through. Relying solely on personal mistakes, the odds are slim.

Chen Sanlang woke up and began to change his thinking, all kinds of scrutiny, all kinds of speculation, as well as all kinds of scattering and regrouping......

......

The lights of the martial arts hall were on, the door of the inner room was open, and Xu Nianniang was standing at the door, quite a husband and a man, and he couldn't open it.

Xu Jun was right behind, looking at the two uninvited guests standing in the courtyard with a nervous face—she had never seen these two people before, she didn't know where they came from, and she didn't know who their names were.

The only thing I know is probably that the other party is my father's "old friend".

One old and one young, standing quietly in the courtyard for some time, but did not speak, as if waiting for Xu Nianniang to speak.

Xu Nianniang was silent, as silent as the dim stars and moon in the sky.

The wind was whistling, making a whistling sound, and the hair of the people was blowing.

The young man couldn't hold his breath: "Uncle Xu, we are here to invite you back to the mountain." ”

Put the word "please" and bite hard.

Xu Nianniang turned a deaf ear, raised the gourd in her hand, and slowly poured wine into her mouth. With each sip, his eyes lit up.

The old man suddenly sighed: "Sixth, you have been wandering outside for so many years, you don't want to go back?"

The corners of Xu Nianniang's mouth curved into a sneer, as if she was very disdainful of answering this question.

The old man sighed again: "At the beginning, although the boss did a little too much. But you're not wrong? For the sake of a demon girl, you have forgotten our mission and responsibility?"

At the end, the tone suddenly raised, full of reprimand and majesty.

In the room, Xu Jun listened, and his head "buzzed". She was smart and immediately figured out that the "demon girl" that the other party was talking about was obviously her mother.

Regarding his mother, his father Xu Nianniang rarely mentions it, like a wound hidden in the deepest part of his heart, and he never shows it to anyone, including his daughter.

Therefore, Xu Jun has little understanding of her mother, but for so many years, since she was sensible, she instinctively constructed a gentle and loving image in her mind, carefully cared for, decorated, picturesque like a statue, and did not allow others to defile at all.

And now a stranger came, but said that her mother was a demon girl, Xu Jun gritted his teeth, snorted, rushed out of the courtyard, and pointed to the tip of the old man's nose: "Who do you say is a demon girl?" (to be continued......