Many of the ashes had been blown away, revealing half of an unknown fragment of dark cyan. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Shen Du kicked the fragments aside from the ashes, then bent down to pick them up, shook off the remaining ashes, and put them in front of his face to look at them.

It looked like a fragment of a tortoiseshell, about the size of a palm, dark cyan, and quite heavy.

On one side of this fragment, a symbol the size of a fly's head is densely engraved, which seems to be a kind of writing. This kind of writing looks very clumsy, not only in terms of strange form, but also in style, which is very different from the Xia language commonly spoken today.

Shen Du looked at it for a long time, but he still didn't have the slightest impression of this kind of writing, and some rare words that he knew a little bit about had no connection with it.

After all, it was a monk's thing, and it was normal for him not to recognize it.

Shen Du put away the fragment and left it alone.

The night was dark and silent.

He looked around, then re-crossed the stone arch bridge, and descended straight into a rather remote alley.

The sparse houses stand on both sides of the road, but they do not appear empty, but because there are many green bamboos growing in them, they fill the void between the houses. However, it is difficult to fill in the modest popularity here.

The night breeze was blowing, the bamboo waves were ringing, and Shen Du walked alone on the road, walking towards the depths.

After walking a short time, he stood in front of a small courtyard.

At first glance, this small courtyard gives people the impression of being old, old, and even decaying, as if he is a lonely old man in his last years, and he has to lament twice from time to time.

If you look at it twice, you can see that the house is very small, and even the courtyard walls are much thinner. It's just that the yard is small, but not narrow, and the few cottages and courtyards are also quite stylish.

When Shen Du was escorted by the government, the courtyard gate was open, and there was no one at home, so the courtyard gate was still open.

In fact, it makes no difference whether it is on or not. is the so-called full of warm thoughts, poverty and thieves, Qingshi County is so rich, there are far more people who eat, drink, prostitute and gamble than thieves. For the sake of political performance, the county government lied that there was no theft, which is not too outrageous.

As long as you look at this house, others will know that this family is a rare poor ghost in Qingshi County, even if a few unpromising thieves pass by, I am afraid they will not look down on it at all.

Shen Du sighed slightly, pushed the door and entered.

With a "crunch", the door panel shook twice, as if it was about to fall off.

Shen Du was accustomed to it, and continued to move forward without looking.

There was a vegetable patch in the courtyard, only two minutes in size, divided into two pieces by a well. There were originally some vegetable crops planted in the vegetable field, but Shen Du had been in prison for at least two months, and the vegetable field had long been barren, and weeds had grown one after another.

The three rooms in the courtyard are connected together, one is the kitchen, one is the bedroom, and the other is the bedroom of Master Shen Du, which was later converted into a study.

Shen Du first entered the study, found a flint, and lit a candle.

The study room is simply furnished, with several wooden bookshelves and most of the books. A set of tables and chairs, on the table there are four treasures of the study, and three or two books.

There is also an offering table in the study, on which is placed an incense burner, and behind the incense burner is a wordless spirit tablet.

Shen Du walked to the offering table, took three incense sticks, and lit them with candles.

Three light smoke swirled.

"Master, the apprentice did not die in a great disaster, and he has returned safely. He looked at the wordless tablet and said calmly.

With that, he bent down and inserted the incense into the censer.

After offering incense to the master, Shen Du took the candle into his bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed.

Looking at the familiar arrangement, his mind couldn't help but stretch a lot.

After thinking about some boundless things, he had no clue, Shen Du didn't feel tired, and he had nothing to do, so he took out the "Tai Chi Spectrum" he had just gotten and looked through it.

The faint fragrance of ink wafted in, and Shen Du flipped through them one by one.

According to what the gray-robed man said, the "Tai Chi Spectrum" was created by the head of the Dao Sect when he was a mortal, and it is not trivial. Although he didn't know where this so-called Dao Sect Master was sacred, he thought that he should be an extremely powerful monk. Since it is the martial arts created by such a person, it is naturally a first-class power.

"Tai Chi Spectrum" is divided into two parts, the inner part is about "within the fists and feet", including martial arts, internal force, muscles and bones, healing and other internal practice, all of which are superior, and the outer part is some fists and feet sword moves, and the moves are exquisite.

Among the internal and external articles, there are many things, but they are not cluttered, all-encompassing, but the words are not reduced, which can be called the holy book of martial arts.

Judging from the name alone, this "Tai Chi Spectrum" is Taoist style. In terms of content, this is also true. Its internal cultivation emphasizes peace and nature, while its external cultivation pursues simplicity and subtlety.

Flipping through it, Shen Du gradually frowned.

Although he had not yet practiced it, he could roughly guess the situation of this martial art based on what it said.

It's just that he was surprised that some of the fist and foot kung fu recorded in the "Tai Chi Book", including a small part of the inner chapter, actually had many similarities with the "Ruoshui Fist Method" that he practiced since childhood.

Speaking of which, it was purely an accident that the master passed on his boxing technique.

When Shen Du was a child, he once found a pair of master's words at home, and he wrote a poem. He still remembers the content clearly:

Seven years of life and death. Don't think about it. Unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

Come and dream at night. Xiaoxuan window. I am dressing. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

Although the meaning of this word is mournful, but the word is written with a strong gesture, like a frightening dragon, there is a three-point sharp edge hidden in the thickness, and the momentum is extremely amazing, which is completely different from the words that the master usually writes, although Shen Du was young at that time, but he was also shocked by the breathtaking spirit of this word.

He copied this character at that time, but the words written by him, and no matter what his skill was, there was only a little immature edge in the momentum, and he couldn't find half of the thick and restrained demeanor.

When the master saw this, he first scolded him inexplicably, and then reprimanded: "If you have a loss of strength, you will be frivolous in your pen; ”

After this incident, the master taught him the "Ruoshui Fist Method". This boxing method is only a superficial fist and foot kung fu, not seeking how deep the martial arts are, in order to temper Shen Du's heart and strength. As the name suggests, it has a bit of "goodness like water" in it.

Looking at the "Tai Chi Spectrum" in his hand, Shen Du felt more and more that the "Ruoshui Fist Method" he practiced was a part of it.

He closed the ancient book, frowned, and pondered to himself.

Just as he was thinking about it, there was a "creaking" sound outside the house, which was the sound of the courtyard door opening.

This was followed by the sound of footsteps.

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[Using Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi Yimao First Month Twentieth Night Dream"]