This narrative poem is really imposing, Zhao Yunfei read it softly, and couldn't help but feel excited. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After calming down, Zhao Yunfei immediately had a lot of questions in his mind.

"Who wrote this long poem?" was the first question that came to Zhao Yunfei's mind.

Thinking carefully about the content of this poem, the things described in the content seem to be related to the legend of the village, I heard Li Lanfang's father say that in ancient times, there was a dragon in the mountains, stayed in the village, and left a spring, so the name of the village is called Donglongquan Village, the things described in this poem are very consistent with the legend, but look at the meaning of the poem, the dragon should have left a lot of things.

"Descendant of the Dragon, oh, by the way, the words engraved on that knife are the last four lines of this long poem, is there a relationship between the knife and the poem? Could it be that the knife you got is the sword of this hero to slay demons and dragons?"

"The belt is the scabbard, and these words are in the belt, and this belt is the ancestral heirloom of his own family, is it ...... Could it be that this hero is the ancestor of the Zhao family?" Thinking of this, Zhao Yunfei's head was confused for a moment, and then he shook his head again, thinking: "How is this possible? How can this be true? Dragons are just mythical animals!"

Zhao Yunfei read this long poem carefully again, the content is not difficult to understand, but the things described are too unbelievable.

The first sentence of this poem, "The Universe is desolate", what period was that? Could it be the period when Pangu opened the world? Pangu opened the world without scientific basis for myths and legends, and besides, at that time, human beings had not yet appeared or had just appeared, how could there be words?

He had read the legends and stories in this area, and knew that the Chinese script was created by the figure Cangjie 5,000 years ago, who was the historian of the Yellow Emperor, the ancestor of China. From this point of view, when Cangjie created characters, there were legends of agricultural cultivation and ghosts and gods, so the period of "cosmic famine" should be much earlier than the period of writing......

If the timing is not right, the authenticity of this long poem will be questioned.

Zhao Yunfei shook his head helplessly and continued to look back.

"Stars are like cattle and sheep -- does the word 'star' refer to the stars in the sky? Could it be that in the eyes of this ancestor, the stars in the sky, including the earth, are like cattle and sheep grazing?" Zhao Yunfei shook his head, feeling that this sentence seemed to have some feudal superstition implications, and he was very disgusted with feudal superstition, and the bloody lessons of history were there, so he didn't believe in anything but science.

"Hold my long knife and guard my pasture. If the pasture mentioned by this ancestor refers to the pasture where cattle and sheep are grazing on the grassland, this sentence is not difficult to understand.

"Long knives?"

Zhao Yunfei stood up, carried a stool to the large wardrobe, stepped on the stool, and took the knife off the top of the cabinet.

The golden blade of the knife catches people's eyes, and the line of words engraved on the side of the blade - mind the world, hold sincerity and truth, sacrifice life for righteousness, the descendant of the dragon, is the same as the last four sentences of the long poem.

"Is this really the sword used by the hero who slayed the demon and the dragon?"

Zhao Yunfei swept the rather heavy knife with his hand, feeling very confused, if everything described in the poem is false, then this strange long knife that does not know the material, will glow, and will heat is really in his hand.

If it's true......

"How is that possible?" Zhao Yunfei frowned vigorously.

It's no wonder that Zhao Yunfei is confused, in fact, this is beyond the scope of knowledge and common sense he has mastered.

Zhao Yunfei settled down and continued to look down.

"In the east of Yinghai, the ink dragon is soaring. "Where is Yinghai, Zhao Yunfei doesn't know, guessing that it may refer to the sea in the east, the ink dragon Feiteng, it should be the dragon that has been said in the village.

"Swing my long knife, slay the demon and slay the dragon. This sentence is also easy to understand, the ancestors are going to kill this demon dragon that harms the township.

"The dragon is covered with armor scales, and the sword is difficult to invade. Go straight into the dragon's mouth and stab it in the heart. The meaning of the first two sentences is that the scale armor of this dragon is very hard, and even the treasure knife cannot be cut through, and the meaning of the last two sentences seems to be that the ancestors entered the dragon's mouth and stabbed the heart of the demon dragon in the dragon's mouth, this courage is really admirable, Zhao Yunfei suddenly remembered today's "bullfighting incident", for such a dangerous thing, he didn't seem to have a trace of hesitation and rushed forward, could it be that his courage was inherited from his ancestors?

"Superstition, superstition!" Zhao Yunfei took a deep breath, feeling as if he had been brainwashed by this long poem.

Zhao Yunfei pinched his forehead with his fingers and continued to read.

"The ink dragon is wounded, and the scales are flying. Look for its traces, and the dragon will die. These words are not difficult to understand, it is nothing more than that the dragon was injured, the scales fell off, and the injured demon dragon should have escaped, and was later found, at this time the demon dragon was dying.

"Molong has meat, and I eat it myself. Legacy descendants, uphold my aspirations. "Eat dragon meat?" Zhao Yunfei said in his heart, although he didn't believe that the poem was true at first, but unconsciously, his views changed a little, one moment to believe, one moment to deny, which made him very contradictory.

"Leave behind our children and grandchildren, uphold my aspirations. "-"This ancestor ate dragon meat and passed on his strength to future generations?" Zhao Yunfei suddenly thought of something - his strength is much greater than that of children of the same age, when it comes to fighting, they are never his opponents, when his father was alive, he was also famous for his strength in the village, others can only carry one bag of cement, he can carry two bags effortlessly, if he doesn't have such great strength, how can he protect him and Xiao Ji when the roof collapses.

"It turns out that great strength is inherited from the ancestors, but even if the strength is great, Dad still ......" Thinking of this, Zhao Yunfei's heart was gloomy.

"The ink dragon is drowning, and its color is golden. My children and grandchildren are bathed like soup. This sentence is a little puzzling, the ink dragon is drowning, does it mean that this demon dragon is urinating? Is it pulling or urinating? Is it still golden? My son, bathing is like soup, is it to let the demon dragon pee in the bath? Why do you want to bathe in those dirty things? What effect can that have? Is this superstition?

A series of questions made him more and more dizzy, and the poems behind him were even more incomprehensible, Zhao Yunfei thought about it for a long time and didn't come up with a reason, so he simply threw the paper on the table, stunned and in a daze.

After a while, he suddenly remembered that such a long belt had only explored a short section, and he didn't know if there were still words in it.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yunfei immediately stood up and went to make a face, and after making a good match, he made some changes to the pencil case cover he used last time, and used a nail to nail a hole at one end of the pencil case cover, and put on an iron wire, so that he could push the pencil case cover in and out of the belt.

Everything is ready, like last time, fill the clay into the pencil case cover, push it into the belt, the last time the handwriting was printed no longer printed, out of reach, push in with the wire, estimate the approximate depth, after the position, gently press the outside of the belt with your hand, pull the pencil case cover out, see that there is no handwriting, continue to explore deeply.

In this kind of exploration, there is no trace of words printed on the bottom of the belt.

Zhao Yunfei thought about it, sorted out the mud inside the pencil case lid, turned it over, and explored the other side of the belt.

Still based on the length of the pencil case cover, one by one stretched into the probe, still did not print the handwriting, and he did not have much hope for the last section, however, unexpectedly, this last section was printed.

The night was dark, the forty-watt light bulb in Zhao Yunfei's house gave a warm glow, Xiao Ji had already fallen asleep lying on the kang, but Zhao Yunfei was sitting at the round table in a daze at a piece of paper.

Although the night was dark, Zhao Yunfei did not feel sleepy, and the handwriting on the paper was printed in the last section of the belt, which had been rubbed onto the paper by him with ink.

"True Dragon Formula". Zhao Yunfei read softly, the vigorous and simple traditional handwriting was the same as the previous long poem, and he wondered in his heart, "What is this?" Continue to look down, and see that there is no punctuation mark below like the long poem:

True Dragon Trick

The dragon is a god, has no wings, can soar, too void cheeks, no gills, can dive deep, the dragon is not a god, cover it is good at yin and yang, two qi refining into electricity, hidden in the acupoints around the body, then to spit fire and smoke into the sky into the sea, ride the rain, the wind and the illusion of the infinite human endowment, heaven and earth, the aura and birth, with 360 weeks, the Tianda acupoint, the two veins of the governor, the contact between the two veins, such as the lake and the sea vein, if the river is suitable for sitting or lying on the silent night, the hands are superimposed on the top of the tongue and the palate, on the other hand, the internal view swallows the swallowing fluid, the abdomen is bulging, and the abdomen is inhaled, and the breath is long, sensitive to the acupoint, and blunt in the realm, the sense of Tibetan induction, and the radical change, and in turn, it is the realization of nature, no desire, no seeking, self-cultivation, self-enlightenment, and drifting with the flow

(Below are two figures of a human figure filled with lines and dots)

This true dragon recipe is passed on from the Zhao family's ancient Honghuang Treasure Knife Ancestor Yu since the weak crown of cultivation for 80 years, nothing has been achieved, but to irrigate the garden to spend the sun and moon, the Mid-Autumn Festival and the moon, the night of drinking, a drunken altar, seems to have an understanding, the years are ruthless, the hero Yi Laohao's head is pale, the meridians are exhausted, there is no hope of repair, but also a pity for the sunset, the green garden, the grass, the September day, the ancient tomb monument, thousands of years to hurry, the world of things, walking leisurely, looking at the distant mountains, the green garden, in the walking pavilion

......

Looking at this large section of traditional Chinese characters without punctuation, Zhao Yunfei suddenly felt a headache, fortunately, he usually read a lot of classical classics, and had the previous experience of translating that long poem, with the help of the dictionary, it took more than an hour to finally divide this paragraph into paragraphs and write it in simplified characters, as follows:

"True Dragon Formula"

Dragons are gods,

Ribs have no wings to soar too empty,

The cheeks have no gills to dive deep into the nine abysses.

The dragon is not a fetish,

Gai Qi is good at yin and yang,

refining into electricity,

Hidden in the veins around the body,

Then he spit fire and smoke,

Heaven into the sea,

Riding the rain and rejuvenating the wind,

Transfiguration is infinite.

Man is born of heaven and earth aura,

With 360 weeks of heaven acupoint,

In the meantime, the two veins of the governor contacted them,

The cave is like a lake and the sea,

Pulse like a river,

Suitable for quiet nights,

or sit or lie down,

Hands stacked,

tongue roof of the palate,

On the other hand, looking inward,

swallowing fluid,

The belly is bulging and sucking,

The abdomen is retracted and exhaled,

Outbound call and internal descending,

The breath is long,

Sensitive to the acupuncture and dull to the realm,

Cognition, feeling, hiding, leading, melting, exciting, changing,

In turn,

Recognize nature,

No desire, no desire,

self-cultivation and self-realization,

Drift.

(Here are two humanoid figures)

This true dragon recipe is passed on from the ancient Honghuang Treasure Sword Ancestor of the Zhao family, the rest of the weak crown obtained, cultivated for 80 years, nothing has been achieved, but to spend the sun and moon in the garden, the Mid-Autumn Festival moonlit night, drinking a jar, drunk, seems to have an understanding, but the years are ruthless, the hero is easy to get old, the head is pale, the meridians are exhausted, there is no hope of restoration, pity!

Sunset feelings

Green garden grass in September,

Tomb remnants thousands of years old?

Come and go in a hurry of human affairs,

Take a leisurely walk and look at the distant mountains.

――The green garden is located in the walking pavilion