The Road to Kill the Gods

Chapter 259: Chengxintang paper

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What Zhang Yang didn't expect was that the things here were very complete, and there was actually a small spoon for scooping water out of the inkstone. The spoon was very delicate, and he didn't know what kind of wood it was. It was heavy and ancient, and it was black and purple. Presumably, this whole set of four treasures of the study were all It's a real antique and has seen some age. WWW.QuANbEn-XiAoShUo.COM

There is a flying dragon hovering around the inkstone, which is lifelike and has a very good texture. The ink feels very good when rubbed on it.

Time flies by, Zhang Yang doesn’t know how long it has passed, at least it must be early morning!

This thick ink took a long time. Zhang Yang polished it very finely and his eyes were very focused. In fact, he was using this process to absorb the energy dissipated in the space. What Zhang Yang didn't expect was that the ink was polished very finely. The concentration and calmness are actually similar to the practice of "The Immortal Road".

Perhaps, in ancient times, those who obtained "The Immortal Way" were unable to understand this peerless secret book, but they integrated these martial arts into their lives and exercised the physique of ordinary people. Gradually, some ancient Chinese martial arts were formed. Traditions, and within these traditions, there are various skills hidden that are unknown to modern people.

Doesn’t chess also contain the art of military strategy

Doesn't "The Book of Changes" also contain the secrets of heaven and earth

And aren't the peerless martial arts hidden in countless ancient books the wealth left by our ancestors? !

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang suddenly felt an inexplicable sadness. There are not many things left from his ancestors. Nowadays, there are more talents who are proficient in English than those who are proficient in Chinese. In the era when computers were popularized, there were still a few people who used calligraphy brushes. Writing? How many people know the structure of Chinese and the profound meaning contained in it

not much!

rare!

China is known as a populous country, with a population of more than one billion. However, how many people really understand China’s ancient culture, and how many can clearly distinguish whether it is dross or essence

The strength of a country, the transmission of culture, and the preservation of traditions. Occupying a very important position, a country without tradition and national quintessence is an incomplete country. China has experienced thousands of years of trials and wars. Disease and civil war have not defeated this great nation. However, now, Zhang Yang feels an urgent danger: economic globalization, cultural invasion, and the worship of foreign ideas. They are all eroding the soul of this country and this nation.

The nation that claims to have the strongest ability to assimilate is being assimilated by others.

Zhang Yang was a little distracted...

Aze closed his eyes to rest. Liu Biao was already snoring on the table. The snoring was long and long, like singing. The guard next to him could not help but smile. The muscles of the face are constantly stimulating.

The only one who always pays attention to Zhang Yang is Jiang

The general stared closely at Zhang Yang's focused eyes. He felt the change in Zhang Yang's mood and felt the trace of sadness in Zhang Yang.

"Is there a problem?" The general knocked on the table gently, and the sound was like a temple bell, and Zhang Yang suddenly woke up.

"No, this inkstone feels very comfortable." Zhang Yang smiled, gently put the ink away, and gently straightened out the wet brush in the basin.

"I'll give it to you if you like it. Although I occasionally write, I can't get it on the table. This inkstone is a cultural relic of the Tang Dynasty. It is said that it was used by one of the emperors. This inkstone was produced during the Kangxi period. It was already used when I got it. It has been used for most of the time. This paper is the Chengxintang paper produced under the personal supervision of Li Yu, the empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty..." The general gently stroked the rice paper with a deep feeling. Clearly, it took some effort for him to get these things.

"Chengxintang's paper?"

Zhang Yang was shocked. Among the four treasures of the study, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, the most difficult to preserve is paper, and paper. The most famous one is produced by Chengxintang in history. It is said that "Chengxintang" paper. It is the treasure of rice paper. Its "skin is like an egg membrane, as firm and clean as jade, thin and smooth, and it is the best in the world." Among the rice papers of the past dynasties, "Chengxintang" paper can be said to be the best among them.

Although Zhang Yang doesn't do much research on antiques, he knows the value of "Chengxintang" paper. Even one piece of paper can be regarded as priceless, and here, it is actually a thick knife. At least, it is close to Hundreds of them...

"Haha, you are persistent. No matter how expensive the paper is, it is only used for writing and drawing. The greatest function of paper is to use it. Of course, if it is used properly, it is better. Don't be surprised. If you like it, just take it. Go, it would be a waste to leave it here." The general smiled softly and said, "Thank you, general. I have no fixed place to live now, and there is no place for me to put it. Thank you for your gratitude."

"Haha, let's talk about it later!" The general signaled Zhang Yang to start.

Zhang Yang was originally planning to get some rice paper for the bottom, but now that he knew it was from "Chengxintang", he immediately became cautious. There happened to be a newspaper rack next to him, and he took a few newspapers from the newspaper rack for the bottom.

Soon, the rice paper was laid out and pressed with strips. The rice paper was indeed good rice paper. I didn’t feel it when I put it together at first, but once it was spread out, the feeling was completely different. It was very docile, soft and willful. It has gone through a lot of time. After hundreds of years, it is only slightly yellowed, and occasionally there is a hint of dazzling whiteness...

Liu Biao had been woken up by Zhang Yang, because he blocked the tabletop. After waking up, Liu Biao looked at the tabletop with dull eyes, but his eyes could not form focus. Obviously, he was still in a dazed sleep.

Aze opened his eyes, and he felt Zhang Yang's momentum brewing. There were obvious fluctuations in the air, and even the little Yin Mei poked his little head out of Zhang Yang's body.

The brush moved gently in the inkstone, soaking every wolf hair. Inexplicably, Zhang Yang thought of the clever wolf king in the desert...

Zhang Yang took a deep breath. He found that he had been having trouble concentrating recently and was easily distracted.

Slowly, Zhang Yang's mental power began to pour into his hands, and all the cells in his body were jumping too much. An unparalleled aura slowly overflowed, filling every inch of the room.

At first, the guard couldn't bear it. His face turned pale, and beads of sweat were pouring down. It felt like a huge invisible hand was grabbing his heart tightly and ejaculating hard...

The general waved to him, and the guard hurriedly retreated. He was just an ordinary guard, and his task was to take care of the house. Naturally, he could not resist the momentum that Zhang Yang deliberately cultivated.

In order to write the charm of the word "war" in Dahe, Zhang Yang had to go all out!

Astonishingly, Zhang Yang put pen to paper, like thunder!

The writing stopped suddenly, and the writing immediately started to fly, like lightning winding in the sky...

stop!

Zhang Yang's body suddenly stopped without any sign, as if he hadn't moved at all. On the table, a big word "war" appeared on the paper, penetrating into the wood, like a knife or an axe, and a murderous aura seemed to Flying out...

Zhang Yang looked at the big word "war" with dull eyes, feeling a sense of extreme failure.

In order to resemble Dahe's word "war" as much as possible, Zhang Yang deliberately enlarged the font several times. After all, the larger the word, the greater the visual impact. However, this is larger than Dahe's word "war". The word "war" is used several times, but it doesn't have the momentum of Dahe to swallow up mountains and rivers and look down on the world.

Although he also has awe-inspiring murderous intent, this murderous intent is not at the same level as Dahe's murderous aura, just like a child wielding a kitchen knife challenging a martial arts master. The room was extremely quiet. The general stood up and looked at the huge word "war" that made people feel oppressive. He seemed to be unable to believe it...

It was as if he saw an unparalleled master.

"Is this really written by him?" The general looked serious, and at the same time, a blazing flame rose in his eyes.

"No!" Zhang Yang shook his head.

"It's really him! It's really him! Unexpectedly, in just eighteen years, he has reached such a state, so good!" The general did not look at Zhang Yang, he was mumbling words as if possessed, his eyes flashing.

"General, this was written by me, not by him. I can't write with that kind of momentum." Zhang Yang was a little frustrated. He didn't understand that the general insisted on saying it was written by Dahe.

"Hahaha... I understand, you are very good, really, very good. You don't have the wealth of the enemy country, you don't have the power to control the world, and you don't have the mentality of treating life like an ant. Of course, you can't write it. However, I believe , you will be able to write it one day after all!" Seeing Zhang Yang's depressed face, the general was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing. The laughter vibrated in the room, as if the air was shaken.

"Does it mean that one must have wealth and power to write?" Zhang Yang understood.

"what you think?"

The general didn't look at Zhang Yang. He gently picked up the piece of paper with the word "war" and nailed it to the wall with a thumbtack meticulously. Zhang Yang's heart was bleeding when he saw it. It was "Chengxintang" paper... (Quanben Novel Website www. .QuANbEn-XiAoShUo.com)