Shen Luo was a little confused at first, but after thinking about it for a while, he understood.
Most of the books in this hall are in the reading room open to all inner and outer disciples. At most, they contain some basic skills, but it is unlikely that the important classics that are the true inheritance of the sect are kept in them.
This is actually no different from the practice of Chunqiu Temple. Most of the sect's skills are passed down orally between master and disciples and are kept secret. The Pure Yang Sword Technique is one of them.
After taking a short rest, Shen Luo turned around and picked out a few books on basic cultivation techniques, as well as those on elixirs, magical herbs, and alchemy from the piles of ancient books, and put them into the Seven Star Pen.
Then, he put away the remaining books that he had not finished reading, stretched himself, and planned to go out through the hole in the wall and leave.
Just as he twisted his neck and stretched his muscles, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a faint white light in a corner of the hall.
He hurried over there and when he looked over, he found that on the wall there was a silk painting about one foot wide and three feet long. It was illuminated by the moonlight coming from outside the house, refracting a hazy white light.
Shen Luo was puzzled and walked quickly to the silk painting. He saw a bright full moon painted on it. Under the moon, there was a clump of green bamboo standing obliquely. Under the moonlight, it cast a dim shadow. It was a painting of "Bamboo Looking at the Moon".
The painting is of superb craftsmanship. I don't know what pigments were used, but after so many years, the colors have not been damaged at all. The green bamboo still looks lush and green, and the full moon is white with yellow, exuding a sense of warmth, and looks lifelike.
Shen Luo just looked at it for a few seconds, and suddenly he felt a flash in front of his eyes. The clump of green bamboo and the full moon seemed to suddenly become real and appeared in front of him.
Under the moonlight, there seemed to be a breeze blowing, and the clump of green bamboos began to sway one by one and collide with each other. It seemed that there was a sound of bamboo joints hitting each other, and the shadows cast on the ground began to change.
Shen Luo was surprised and quickly looked away. The strange vision before his eyes disappeared, and the sound of bamboo joints in his ears also disappeared.
"What's going on?" He was quite surprised and looked at the picture again.
As he looked over there, that illusory scene reappeared. Not only did the bamboo shadows keep changing, but even the moonlight seemed to shatter, casting a mottled trail of light and dark on the ground.
Shen Luo stared at the constantly changing shadow for a long time, suddenly raised his eyebrows, and said "Oh" as if he had realized something.
"It seems a little bit different..." But soon, he shook his head in confusion and muttered to himself.
He seemed to be possessed by a demon. He nodded and shook his head, staring at the scroll for a whole hour.
"The changes in the moon shadow seem to coincide with some kind of footwork changes. There must be something fishy going on, but it's impossible to figure it out in a short period of time. Let's put it aside for now." In the end, Shen Luo shook his head and sighed.
After saying that, Shen Luo walked forward, took the silk painting down from the wall, rolled it up casually, and put it into the Seven Star Pen.
He stuffed various things into the pen one after another, and soon there was not much space left.