Lin Sheng was speechless. He didn't even want to provoke the other party, and this guy planned to find superiority from him.
"I know exactly what I'm doing and what I plan to do in the future. Brother Zhenyu should worry more about himself.
I heard from my classmates that I saw you take a girl to pay the money at the Municipal People's Hospital. Do not know is not true"
Lin Zhenyu's expression froze for a moment, and then he slowly stiffened.
He thought he was doing this very covertly, but he didn't expect Lin Sheng to know about it. He even said it in front of his father.
"Don't talk nonsense." He suddenly became a little anxious. After all, he was just a young man of nineteen years old, and he didn't have any capital. As soon as this sentence came out, the second uncle and Lin Niannian immediately knew it.
Lin Sheng shook his head in his heart, taking advantage of the slight change in the faces of the two elders, he began to question Lin Zhenyu, and he threw out everything he knew in a few strokes. It even includes the girl's appearance, dress and so on.
To put it bluntly, he didn't hear about it at all, but saw it with his own eyes in the hospital.
Leaving his cousin Lin Zhenyu in a mess, Lin Sheng got up and left the living room, and quickly washed up.
He has no time to waste time, reviewing materials for the college entrance examination and learning Gulein's characters require a lot of time and energy.
There is rarely one thing that fascinates Lin Sheng so much.
Soon, as time went by, a month passed.
Lin Sheng kept researching almost without pausing, and finally managed to translate a few important pages of the book.
In order to save time, Lin Sheng mainly selected a few pages, which are continuous parts with graphics.
And these parts are not randomly selected, but carefully selected by him according to the marks below the graph.
Every graphic depicts a pose. A person holding a long sword in a pose.
The corresponding text is more an explanation of the graphics.
After a long period of identification, Lin Sheng determined that the rest of the book was mostly narrative, except for the pages with graphics, which were formal explanatory text.
This is also the key to his focus on translating these pages.
Crash.
The notes filled with various Chinese characters were gently flipped over by Lin Sheng.
He sat at his desk, frowning, still immersed in the translation.
"A total of five pages have been translated. They are all pages with graphics. There are not many words, and the translation speed is much faster.
I use the Chinese characters of my previous life to record, and there will be absolutely no leaks, so it is safe. But this content"
Lin Sheng hesitated.
The translated graphics are obviously a way of practicing swordsmanship.
He stared at the simple pattern he had copied.
That style and style, as well as the matching text content, describe the vital points and one-hit kills. One can tell at a glance that it is not a show, but a fighting technique used in actual combat.
"Is the swordsmanship from the book in the dream real? If you don't practice it, you will have problems with your body, that would be bad."
In the first pattern, a person holds a long sword and stabs forward with one hand. There are quite a few arrows and text notes on the edge of the body.
Seems simple enough, but the core is those surrounding annotations.
"More importantly, although the current society is not as developed as hot weapons in the previous life, there are a lot of guns, and cold weapons are useless except for exercising the body."
Lin Sheng frowned and thought about it.
"However, the swordsmanship in this dream may have something special. There are also levels mentioned many times in the book."
From the follow-up translation, Lin Sheng also learned a little bit about the hierarchy system mentioned by the author of this book Ravel Swordsman.
The book occasionally mentions high-ranking fighters that Ravel once encountered on the battlefield.
Those high-ranking fighters have strong superhuman physiques, terrifying strength and speed, and wear huge heavy armors, almost like war machines.
Those descriptions of the battle instantly overturned Lin Sheng's previous speculation.
Originally, he guessed that the battlefield in the book should be just an ordinary era of cold weapons. But the appearance of the exaggerated high-level fighters made him understand