Chapter 12 Yunwen
The yard was suddenly full of lively, and people were talking about it, wanting to figure out why they chose such a chamber pot and what is the mystery of this chamber pot.
Sun Guiwu couldn't bear it, and after a few words, everyone exclaimed the truth.
Everyone figured it out.
It turned out that Li Chengkong really chose this chamber pot, and without knowing what the chamber pot is, what is more important is that he has not yet discovered the wonderful use of the chamber pot.
They all smiled, gloating and balanced.
When Li Chengkong came to the vegetable field with a bluestone pot, Old Wang didn't think it was surprising: "What good things can Xiaoling have? Choosing this is no different from choosing another one."
"Old Wang, you are very knowledgeable, but you have never heard of this thing?" Li Chengkong handed him the bluestone pot.
Old Wang took it and looked up and down, and finally threw it to him: "I haven't seen it before. It's not a famous person. Don't worry, it's really not the turn of Xiaoling. I've screened it before entering Xiaoling Treasure House."
Li Chengkong said: "I think it's a good thing."
"Then take it. No matter what others say, it's enough for you to like. The most important thing is to get what you like in life in the world." Old Wang waved his hand.
On this day, Li Chengkong felt that life was like the year.
I always wish I could reach the darkest moment right away.
Finally at that moment, Li Chengkong accelerated his thinking ten times and made everything slow.
He stared at the pot with one eye, closed his eyes, motionless, and focused until the light lit up.
This time, he clearly saw that the bottom of the pot was slowly lit up, and a dense small characters appeared, like a group of ants.
The light went out as soon as it lit up, like a comet crossing the sky without stopping.
Li Chengkong fell into memories and played back what he had seen before in slow motion, and saw the small words clearly.
But he saw the small characters clearly, but he could not recognize them.
This is a kind of writing he had never seen before. It was simple and clumsy. Although the characters were small, they were extraordinary and inexplicably majestic.
What kind of text is it?
Although he didn't recognize these small words, he was very excited.
The more you don’t recognize it, the more it shows its extraordinaryness.
Although I don’t know what this is, whether it is martial arts or other things, it may even be just a piece of text recording the origin of this bluestone pot.
But this has given him great hope. His intuition is correct. This bluestone pot is indeed mysterious.
He completely calmed down, put down the bluestone pot with relief, and began to focus on practicing breathing and surrendering techniques.
The Qiankun style has been practiced to the extreme. Just wait for the internal strength to increase, and its power will naturally increase.
However, the Jiuyou Jue Claw has no end. Once the mental method is used, your hands are harder and quicker.
This gave him endless fun.
Although his hands were as pale as dead hands when practicing, which was scary, the taste of continuous progress made him fascinated.
The next day, they used the plane to dig a trench, and they had to fertilize and sprinkle vegetable seeds in the trench, which was a more difficult job than turning the ground.
Old Wang stopped to rest after a few strokes.
Li Chengkong leaned on the plane and smiled, "Old Wang, this is the case, you don't have to work anymore, just watch from the side."
"Hmm-?" Old Wang's eyes widened.
Li Chengkong said: "You are in pain, and I look at you, so just take a break and stop doing it!"
"This is not possible!" Old Wang shook his head: "This is not good, it's not true!"
"What's wrong with this!" Li Chengkong said: "Of course, I don't want anything. I want to learn from you..."
"It's definitely not possible to learn martial arts!" Old Wang waved his hand: "I occasionally get the Qiankun style. Even if it's seen through, it doesn't matter, but you can't teach anything else."
Li Chengkong glared at him: "Don't worry, it's not about learning martial arts!"
This old Wang has a lot of thoughts. He didn't tell him that he must not reveal the style of the universe, otherwise it would cause death.
It turns out that it doesn't matter if it leaks!
"What if you don't learn martial arts?" Old Wang seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
Li Chengkong said: "I want to learn some knowledge, various common sense, wisdom in dealing with people, as well as miscellaneous studies such as astronomy, geography, medicine, and astrology."
Old Wang said regretfully: "It's useless to learn these things. You will be a vegetable grower in your life and you can't change it."
"It's also idle. It's always impossible to learn more. I don't want to walk around in the world with nothing."
"Well..., it's rare!...Okay, I promise you!" Old Wang laughed and said, "You are very tired when you work alone, but you have suffered a great loss."
Li Chengkong said: "Strength is the least valuable. I have taken advantage of it when I use it for your knowledge!"
"Haha..." Old Wang said with satisfaction: "You boy have vision! You have insight!"
My own knowledge is worthless, but here it is indeed worthless.
To use it to exchange strength, you have taken advantage of it.
The key is that these knowledge are useless, and it will be useless to learn it. Anyway, you will never be able to get out of Xiaoling Mausoleum.
As far as he knows, since the founding of the country, there has been no eunuch who has gone out of Xiaoling Mausoleum.
Entering Xiaoling Mausoleum is equivalent to entering the underworld, and becoming a dead person. This is both a ancestral system and a conventional rule.
He could see that Li Chengkong did not give up and was thinking about leaving Xiaoling and working hard.
He didn't want to point it out, and it would be useless if it was pointed out. Young people would not turn back without hitting the wall, and they would get old when they turned around.
In the next three days, Li Chengkong greeted him with sarcastic and ridiculous eyes, which made Sun Guiwu very angry.
It seemed as if everyone was laughing at him, and kept muttering, why didn’t you divide the yard and how long would you drag it to?
Early that morning, when Li Chengkong was working, he casually drew a word on the ground with a branch and said carelessly: "Old Wang, what word is this?"
Old Wang was holding the teacup and sucking intoxicatedly. He glanced at the word, and his face immediately became solemn.
He glanced at Li Chengkong deeply: "Where did you see this word?"
Li Chengkong shook his head: "Forgot."
"This is Yunwen." Old Wang said slowly: "It is the text used by Taoism to draw talismans, which is not used by ordinary people and is known by ordinary people!"
"What does this word mean?"
"Tip."
"Old Wang, do you actually know Yun Wen?"
"Hmph, no one knows it, but I still know a little bit."
"Then old Wang, can you teach me this Yunwen?"
"You learned Yunwen, it's useless... Forget it, it's useless anyway. Just teach it. However, Yunwen is difficult and stubborn, and you may not be able to learn it."
“I can learn.”
"Hey, then give it a try!" Old Wang was flirting with evil, wanting to see the painful appearance that Li Chengkong couldn't learn.
But half an hour later, his eyes became strange when he looked at Li Chengkong.
Learn it once, remember it once, and learn from it.
He even doubted whether Li Chengkong had learned Yunwen and was playing tricks on himself. Then he asked some of the things he had said before, and Li Chengkong could explain them clearly.
"Good boy! Good boy!" Old Wang shook his head.
He knew that Li Chengkong had the highest martial arts talent, but he didn't expect that he could never forget it. Such qualifications would be buried in Xiaoling and become a living dead person.
However, Li Chengkong is not inferior to the buried genius in the world. He felt a little sorry and put aside this idea and continued to teach Li Chengkong. This time it was not a transaction, but a sincere gift.
Chapter completed!