Yang Ning pondered for a moment, carefully wrapped the long flute in black silk again, put it in the drawer of the dressing table, and then arrived in a room opposite.
He thought there were some things in the house, but after entering, he found that the house was empty, with only a wooden board in the corner and a pile of hay piled up on the side.
He walked over and found that there were two brushes and an inkstone in the corner of the wall. The ink marks inside the inkstone had already condensed. He reached out to pick them up, but it was just the most ordinary inkstone. The ink block inside the inkstone was as hard as a stone.
He was surprised in his heart and thought to himself that there was a woman living here back then. Could it be that the inkstone was also left by that woman?
When I swept my eyes, I suddenly found a piece of yellow paper on the ground. I picked it up and looked at it. The paper was already very broken, but there seemed to be a painting on it. The paper was incomplete and I couldn't see clearly what was being painted on it. I was wondering, but I saw that there seemed to be half a piece of paper under the haystack. I immediately pushed the hay away, and saw that there were many papers scattered in it.
Yang Ning picked up a relatively complete piece of paper, got up and leaned over to the window, looked carefully in the moonlight, and found that there was indeed a picture of a little man on it.
The painter is not really good, but it can be clearly seen that the villain in the painting seems to hold a long sword in his hand, slanting and upward, but his legs are slightly bent, and his movements are quite strange.
Yang Ning was shocked and thought to himself that the woman who lived in this yard actually knew swordsmanship?
This picture is clearly a rather strange sword move.
He turned around sharply, moved all the pile of hay away, and then picked up all the papers scattered underground. There were forty or fifty pieces, a thick stack.
There are more than ten pieces of them, but most of them are still very complete, but they are old and yellow. Yang Ning held the stack of paper and went out, sitting on the threshold in front of the door. He was not worried about being seen. The people in the whole old house regard this yard as a ghost house, and no one dared to approach, let alone someone suddenly climbed over the wall.
He looked through one by one, and it turned out that there were sword moves on these papers.
The villain on the paper draws very casually, but roughly outlines the hands, feet and bodies. Even the long sword in his hand is just a thin long line, but the long sword is drawn quite vividly for the moves of the long sword.
Except for a few normal photos, most of the movements of the people in the painting are strange. Some are lying on the ground, some are lying on the ground, some are squatting on the ground, some are jumping or jumping, and the changes in sword moves are also strange.
Before crossing the journey, Yang Ning naturally practiced using weapons to attack. Although he had never touched such a long sword, he still used sticks. Both of them had weapons. Although there were quite a difference in tricks, there were still similarities in many places.
But many of the moves in the picture are beyond your familiar scope.
He even felt that some moves were impossible to do, completely violated the rules of body movement. For example, one of them was holding a sword with the right hand, but the right hand was raised above the head, while the long sword was around the back, slanted to the left crotch. This movement looked extremely awkward. It was impossible for normal swordsmanship to have such nonsensical tricks. Moreover, in Yang Ning's view, such moves seemed to be unable to form any lethality on the enemy.
He suddenly realized that there was a type of sword technique that was not used to hurt the enemy, but to perform. Many noble families and the mansions had many dancers. Although many dances were used to express the beauty of women, there were still some dances that seemed very special, and sword dance was one of them.
This type of dance also shows its strength and sharpness in the softness of a woman. With swords and dancing, it combines hardness and softness, it has a unique beauty.
But sword dance is created for dance after all, and it only emphasizes the peculiarity and beauty of the movements, but it has no practical value.
When Yang Ning saw this strange sword move, and the woman who lived in the room once lived, he immediately thought that these pictures might be a set of sword dances, or that the woman was lonely and bored here, so he drew this set of sword dances in his spare time.
He thought about it and picked up a wooden stick in the yard, imitating the action just now, and raised his right hand high above the top, learning to wrap the stick around from the top of his head to behind his body, and slanted towards his left hip. As soon as he got started, he felt extremely awkward and extremely unnatural. Not to mention making this action easily, it would take some time to make this action.
When he took this position, Yang Ning felt like a fool, shook his head and smiled bitterly, thinking that he was a big man. If this was a sword dance, it was a woman who danced. The flexibility of a woman's body might be able to show the extremely beautiful posture. As a big man, he could not show beauty no matter what.
He dropped the stick, sat down again, looked at a few more pictures, suddenly frowned, realizing a problem.
Looking at the drawings on this picture, they are full of force, and although they are very casual sketches, the pen tip exudes a free and unrestrained feeling.
Yang Ning couldn't help but frown.
He knew that the handwriting of men and women was actually very different. Most of the brush strokes of women were delicate and serious, and the brushwork was quite soft. However, these sword moves were full of freehand painting and power, and the brushwork was very heavy. The brush was different from the fountain pens of later generations. The hair was originally a soft thing. If it were not for the full strength of oneself and could be freely used, a little force would make the handwriting go shape.
Although these portraits are free and easy, they are not out of shape. The more Yang Ning looks at them, the more he feels like a man's handwriting. He is strange and thinks that there have been men living in this yard.
Since Gu Qinghan said that there was a woman living in one thing, one thing is certain that the former owner of this yard must be a woman. Even if someone serves here, he can only be a maid and a servant. It is impossible for a man to serve him here. What does it matter if the man is the mistress of this yard?
While he was meditating and flipping through the paper, not long after, a light of inspiration appeared in his mind and he actually found a rule in this stack of drawing papers.
Seven or eight of these dozens of drawing papers were lying on the ground, and five or six were squatting on the ground. The sword moves he had seen before were not only one of them. One of them was quite similar to that one, and he was raised with his right hand over the top, but the sword did not go around his head, but was slanted to the front left, and the left hand was raised with a single palm and placed on his forehead.
He pondered for a moment, then divided dozens of drawing paper into categories, and placed all the lying down together, and put the sword moves together. After sorting out a few moments, he divided six piles.
Intuition told him that these sword moves were extremely strange and were definitely not as simple as Jianwu. I was afraid that something was wrong with it.
Although there are also broken papers in it, Yang Ning still tried his best to restore it. If he really couldn't recover it, he could only make a judgment based on some remaining images.
After dividing it into six piles, Yang Ning saw that the few drawings lying on the ground were the most complete and incomplete, so he carefully looked at the eight drawings.
When he sorted it out, he had already seen that the sword moves of these eight sheets of drawing paper were obviously divided into front and back, forming a whole, but there was no number on the picture quality, and it was not specified which one to start.
While thinking and sorting out the order of eight sheets of paper, the easiest thing to judge is the first sheet. Lying on the ground, holding the piece in your right hand, and slightly lifting the tip of the sword. There is no big move, so it is easy to judge that it is a starting style.
Yang Ning has practiced fighting, and he knows one thing very well that sometimes the most important thing for a set of kung fu is the first move of the starting stance. Only when there is no mistake in the starting stance, can the subsequent move routine be played out. On the contrary, once there is a mistake from the beginning, the next second move will naturally have deviations, so you will be wrong all the way.
After confirming the first move, Yang Ning felt a little difficult to sort out the subsequent moves, just because each move afterward was very strange and the way was not something that ordinary people could think of. One of them was slightly raised with the left leg, and the long sword actually passed under the leg, slanting upward, with an extremely strange posture.
He hopes to find the connection between the picture quality, for example, there is a very natural transition from this move to the next move, but the only similarity between these eight lying-style drawing paper is that their bodies are lying down. It is really difficult to find any connection in the move.
Yang Ning ran over and picked up the wooden stick, and lay down on the steps in front of the door. He first held the wooden stick in the starting style and picked it up. He thought of the other seven pictures in his mind. After thinking about it, there was no move that could come out naturally. He closed his eyes and remained silent. After a while, he suddenly raised his arm and turned his wrist to the left. Before the wooden stick touched his body, he suddenly pulled down, and the whole movement was like drawing a Wu hook.
He opened his eyes and looked up slightly at his movements. He saw that the long stick in his hand was almost straight to his right leg, only slightly off. He hurriedly sat up and looked at the drawing paper. He saw that one of the drawings was exactly what he had just done, but the long sword on the drawing was parallel to his right leg.
Although there was a slight deviation, Yang Ning was still quite excited. He thought to himself for a long time, but finally came up with a transition between two moves. Although he didn't know whether it was right or not, at least he still made a try. The transition of this move seemed simple, but if he couldn't go deep into it, he might not be able to do it.
In fact, Yang Ning didn't know whether the moves on the drawing paper were of value at this time, or that someone deliberately drew these strange movements to make it boring. Even the people who painted these pictures might not be able to do these movements. However, Yang Ning thought that the yard was strange and mysterious, and it was full of mystery. This pile of drawing paper was yellow and old, and it was a long time ago. Since it was still left in the house, maybe there were some tricks in it.
Chapter completed!