Tang Zhao sat in the circular hall, watching the fish swimming above his head for a long time before knocking on the door.
The door opened automatically, and inside was not a warehouse, but a study.
Tang Zhao had never seen such a large study room. It was at least ten feet long. It was surrounded by bookshelves that went straight to the roof. The bookshelves in the middle were like screens, crossing horizontally and vertically, dividing the room into several rooms.
Except for the wooden floor, the study room has no decorations. Everything is mainly composed of books, except for a separate open space in the center, which is very comfortable. Naturally, there is no need for an open fire in the study room. There are magic lamps hanging there, and the lamps above the bookshelves are
The colors are mainly cold. The lights on the open space are warm and bright. There are blankets on the ground, desks and tea tables, and scattered small round tables. There are also five or six soft and hard chairs of different heights.
Most of the chairs are white, decorated with a small black tail like a crane feather. Depending on the height, they look like a standing crane, a swimming crane, or a lying crane. The tea table is equipped with various small teapots with mouths like crane beaks.
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This decoration style reminded Tang Zhao of the Owl House. Father and daughter were indeed father and daughter. He couldn't help but think, he had a sword house, what theme should he decorate it with?
Xue Xianyun was sitting on a high chair, as if riding a crane. The aroma of the teapot on the table was lingering, and he said, "Has your thinking been straightened out?"
Tang Zhao had already thought about it clearly, but he was still nervous at this moment and said: "I don't know if it's right or not. I feel that going from one warehouse to the next is a process from illusion to reality."
Xue Xianyun interrupted him: "Does it start from illusion?"
Tang Zhao calmed down and thought: "No, illusion is also 'existence'. It should be the process from 'nothing' to 'existence'."
Xue Xianyun said: "Go on."
Tang Zhao calmed down a little and repeated what he saw: "The first thing is the sword species, in the empty room. All existence there is 'empty', and the sword species are also a kind of emptiness. They cannot exist by themselves, they can only exist through
Their existence can only be revealed by the backdrop of exotic stones."
"Then there is the room of wind. Wind definitely exists and can be felt, but it can only be felt passively. It has no entity, only properties, or... concepts?"
"Then there is the fire room. Light, fire, thunder and lightning, energy, and shadow. It seems that their commonality is that they can be seen, but the essential quality is energy, but they all have the properties of wind."
"After that comes water. It has the qualities of fire, but it has more quality than fire."
"The last thing is soil, which can also be called earth. It is the most real substance. It has more shapes than water. At this point, everything is there. From 'nothing' to 'existence', or from 'illusion' to
'Reality' all becomes a complete form here."
Xue Xianyun said: "My memory is not bad. It's just that when I look at the back, I forget the front. What else?"
Tang Zhaodao: "There are also metaphysical things? From nothing to something, from space to earth, it is the birth of a world. It is said that one life is two, two is three, and three is all things. But I don't know if the birth of the world is in order.
. It must have been empty in the beginning, but does wind have to be born before fire? Maybe it’s the opposite? Because only water exists on the earth, and only because of water can fire exist... and finally there is wind?"
While thinking, he said: "Compared to a profound and difficult-to-understand worldview, I think it is more practical to treat it as a methodology."
Xue Xianyun had been listening with an expressionless face. Hearing the three words "methodology", he became thoughtful.
"From the sky to the ground, one level is more real than the other, and one level is more concrete than the other. Can it be regarded as the five levels of analyzing the world, or the five dimensions? Our objective world, throughout the ages, can be used in all aspects.
It can be summarized in five levels.”
Tang Zhaodao: "The most immediate practical application that I can imagine is sword making. Since the type of sword is void and the sword has five dimensions, it must be earth. Then sword making is the process of making a sword from scratch.
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Xue Xianyun straightened up and said "Oh?"
Tang Zhaodao: "Think of how you collect various levels of materials in categories. I guess it takes four steps to make a sword starting from the sky? First, use wind to add properties, use fire to inject energy, and use water to accumulate.
Mass, and finally the shape is fixed by the ground. This is the process of growing a sword into a sword, which is its dimensionality reduction - or the process of coming to the real world."
Xue Xianyun stood up slowly and said, "Go on."
In fact, at this point, Tang Zhao has already said everything that comes to mind, but Xue Xianyun still wants to ask, so he can only reluctantly say: "I think sword-making is a process of addition and reconciliation. Needless to say, the matching of various levels
There must be unity, but not all must be in the same sequence. For example, the spirit must be matched with the soul, blood and bones. There should be various combinations. The rules of matching need to be learned. And each layer of materials must be used.
Is the special ability a talisman? Or is it sword-making?"
Xue Xianyun said calmly: "It's a sword-making technique. There are talisman patterns after sword-making. The integration of materials at the same level requires talisman patterns."
Tang Zhaodao: "That's it! It's really complicated. I can't even think of those specific knowledge. There's only so much that students can think of. Please correct me, Master."
Xue Xianyun paused for a while and said, "Did what you just said come up entirely on your own?"
Tang Zhaozheng said: "No, I refer to some settings in the story. And...it's the division of the Demon Cave by the Inspector General. Previously, I followed the Master of the Inspector General to conquer the Demon Nest, and a river fell from the sky, and the water rippled.
Monstrous. As a result, Mr. Xing said that it was an earth-type demon cave. I have always been surprised. Later, after asking the adults, I learned that the division of the demon cave refers to the degree of interference of the demon cave in reality. From complete reality to spatial dislocation, isn't this also the rise and fall of levels?
What? I think their divisions and the divisions of swordsmiths also come from the same origin, right?"
Xue Xianyun lowered his face and said coldly: "Plagiarism! This is plagiarism! You copied bits and pieces of our swordsmith's knowledge and changed it into something nondescript - you are honest and tell me where you came from."
Tang Zhaodao: "Students are young and have limited knowledge. They haven't seen much of the world. How can they have any breakthrough insights? They are just picking up people's wisdom. So am I right?"
Xue Xianyun turned his back and said: "It's far-fetched and full of loopholes. For example, tell you that the nature of the sword is infused by the wind? The wind only plays the role of circulating information so that the sword species can be recognized. You
You take the material too seriously and the sword type too lightly. With your shallow knowledge, how can you understand the secret of sword-making?"
Tang Zhao said sincerely: "Please give me some advice, sir."
Xue Xianyun said coldly: "Guide? That's easy to say. Is sword-making so easy to learn? Can you learn it with just a few words of guidance from me? Listen, you only have three years."
He gestured with three fingers behind his back and said: "Three years later, there will be an assessment. In the same year, I will forge a sword. If your assessment results satisfy me, I will let you be by my side.
Act as an assistant and see the birth of a sword with your own eyes. You only have one chance. If you don’t want to regret it for the rest of your life, just give me these three years to learn martial arts, talismans, and sword-making. Others learn ten years, but you only have three years."
Tang Zhao perked up and said, "Yes. Then how can I..."
He was about to mention what Li Zhihai had reminded him, asking the village owner to confirm who he studied with on a daily basis. Xue Xianyun interrupted him and said, "Studying is your own business. I have so many things to do every day, how can I have time to take care of you? At most, I can only study with you every day.
I'll give you half an hour. Just--" He looked at the clock next to him, "at the beginning of the year. You come to class every day at the beginning of the year and take the passage along the shore."
"Listen carefully, my time is precious and I didn't say it was wasted on you. If I say you don't come, I will miss the appointment without you. It doesn't matter whether it's windy or rainy or you have a headache or a fever. As long as you're not dead, crawl over here for me.
.If you miss it once, you will never come again."
Tang Zhao said happily: "Yes. Thank you sir."
Xue Xianyun shouted: "You are so ridiculous! If you are distracted and perfunctory in class, get out of here!"
Just as he was talking, the talisman came in with a smile, holding a key.
Xue Xianyun grabbed the key, looked at it carefully, and said angrily: "You idiot - you took the wrong key again. I asked you to take the key to the passage door, but who asked you to take the key to the study? This is the study, I need you to take it?"
"After saying that, he flew up and kicked towards Fu Puppet.
The talisman puppet was extremely flexible, and it smoothly moved back a few feet, retreated to the other side of the bookshelf, spread out its hands, and let out a "slightly" mean smile.
Xue Xianyun's face flushed with anger. He reached out and grabbed a fat crane-shaped tea cup and was about to throw it away. Tang Zhao shouted: "Sir, please calm down."
Xue Xianyun put it down angrily and said: "This idiot! I wanted to add some wisdom to it and let it learn independently, but it turned out to be still so stupid. So I learned a hand-spreading movement and used it everywhere. I'll say it again, on my cabinet
Bring me the key in the third box on the left, and go quickly!"
Following his roar, the talisman laughed and slid out the door.
Tang Zhao calmed down and saw that Xue Xianyun was still angry and a little embarrassed on his face. He wanted to say something else to change the subject. Suddenly he remembered something and took out a book from his sleeve and said: "Sir, this is Daxia Xue
I was asked to pass it on to you, a piece of Xuan Gong. I wonder if Master Xue mentioned it to you?"
"The Secret of Tung Blossoms to Attract the Phoenix".
This book was originally written in Chinese characters, and Tang Zhao copied it again in Jin script. Xue Daxia originally asked him to decide whether to deliver it or not. After experiencing these things, Tang Zhao arrived at Zhuoyu Villa and decided to live here. Even Xue Daxia
We all stay here, there is no reason not to be friends.
Xue Xianyun took it and said: "Oh, this Kung Fu book. I heard that his Xuan Gong was good and the Gang Qi he practiced was of high quality. I wanted to borrow it and have a look. Ten years later, I have forgotten it.
Yes, he still remembers. Tonghua attracts the phoenix... Hmm? The name has been changed? Isn't it called the Wutong attracts the phoenix? Tonghua... this name doesn't go well. Since ancient times, the phoenix tree attracts the phoenix, so does the tung flower attract the phoenix?"
"ah……"
Tang Zhao's heart moved and he felt a little sad for a moment.
Xue Xianyun said: "Why, do you know why it was changed? Does the tung flower fit better with the technique?"
Tang Zhao said softly: "The technique has nothing to do with Tonghua. I think Uncle Xue modified it for me."
"The tung flowers are thousands of miles away on the mountain road, and the young phoenix is as clear as the old phoenix. This should be my expectation."
This was Xue Laiyi, who felt that her life was not long at that time, and her expectations and blessings for Tang Zhao, whom she had never met.
Xue Xianyun was startled, shook his head and said: "There is still an allusion hidden in this? Is this the interest among you scholars?"
Tang Zhao looked nostalgic—not so much the interest of a scholar, but rather the tacit understanding between the only two people in the world who still have a relationship with Mr. Chen.
Xue Xianyun threw the key in his hand to him and said: "Since you like reading, you can clean the study room as well. It's better than that idiot Ah Xiao. Be diligent and don't let this place become a waste."
Tang Zhao said: "Yes. If there is a job of serving tea and pouring water, the disciple can also do it."
Xue Xianyun said: "Will I be polite when I order you? By the way, I won't teach you martial arts. There are not many martial arts experts in the villa. If you want to learn Kung Fu well, just go to Shenyi.
He’s still a bit level.”
Just as he was talking, he heard the sound of a bell ringing above him. Xue Xianyun made a move with his hand, and a bell above his head hung down, and it was close to Xue Xianyun's ear, as if transmitting sound.
"A guest is here, Inspector? It's really troublesome. Marquis Gao Yuan has many people and is stingy." Xue Xianyun let go of the bell.
Tang Zhao knew in his heart that this was a capital punishment. He came here for official business, so he hurriedly leaned over and said, "Disciple, please leave first."
Xue Xianyun said unhappily: "Why are you leaving? Did you forget to bring tea and water just now? I've had enough of that idiot Axiao. From now on, you will be responsible for entertaining guests when they come."