Chen Yang groaned and carefully unfolded the rubbings on the table.
While doing this, he swept it away with his hands, and all the tea sets that had been brewing were swept to the ground, and not even a drop of water fell on the table.
Xuanwu, who was sitting opposite Chen Yang, was worried and almost said "Ah", but when he saw Chen Yang casually passing by with one sleeve, inevitably spilling the tea on the table when making tea, and not even a drop was left, his eyes couldn't help but tremble.
Stared wide.
This kind of control over strength is so mysterious that it is no longer something he can understand in his current state.
Xuanwu held his breath unconsciously, and began to worry about gains and losses.
I was looking forward to Chen Yang's next instruction on how to study his exercises, but I was also nervous at the same time.
Various dramas were taking turns playing out in his mind, but Chen Yang had already forgotten about the big Xuanwu and was immersed in the unfolding rubbings.
The rubbings were made of an unknown material, not the paper commonly used to rub calligraphy on stone tablets.
It is both translucent and fibrous, as thin as a cicada's wings, yet implies toughness.
On it, it is not the large and small words that Chen Yang imagined, but abstract half-words and half-paintings with artistic conception.
"What text is this?"
Chen Yang was stunned for a moment.
At first glance, he thought they looked like murals of ancient humans.
That kind of thing has been unearthed in many sites of the Yangshao Culture and Hongshan Culture.
But after taking a closer look, Chen Yang knew something was wrong.
This is a kind of text.
Each character is like a person doing some kind of action, and through abstract brushstrokes, the artistic conception contained in it is revealed.
Immediately, Chen Yang's mind flashed back to the shock he felt when he first saw Yuanshi Tianzun's visualization and the Golden Crow Sky Surveying Method visualization diagram.
What is on this rubbing is not a visualization picture, but words, but it is like a visualization picture, conveying the wonder of the artistic conception.
Inexplicably, Chen Yang remembered the myth that Cangjie created characters and made ghosts and gods cry.
If the legend is true, then the "character" created by Cangjie should be the one in front of you.
Chen Yang raised his eyes and glanced at Xuanwu, and asked: "Your witchcraft skills are understood from the artistic conception contained in these words, right?"
The words were interrogative, but the tone was conclusive and affirmative.
Xuanwu nodded, touched the back of his head, and said in a low voice: "Some brothers also tried at the same time, but they were unsuccessful. I also had a lull in my mind when I was studying, half asleep, half awake. When I came back to my senses, I found that three days had passed.
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Chen Yang looked at him again in shock and asked: "Then you know how to do it?"
Xuanwu shook his head slowly, showing fear and said: "How could it be possible? I had nightmares for a whole month, and finally I suddenly realized it."
Chen Yang's expression suddenly became complicated when he saw him, and he sighed: "Your luck is pretty good."
Xuanwu didn't understand why and continued to touch the back of his head.
It is true that no one else had figured out this technique at that time, but he himself was a little confused, and he knew it without realizing it, so he didn't find it difficult.
Looking at his confused look, Chen Yang couldn't help but sigh, sometimes it's true that stupid people have stupid blessings, and people with the same fate may have different fates.
Just like those who play basketball, there are those who have struggled all their lives and struggled in their later years, but still can't get a championship ring; there are also those who have just entered the industry and won the championship and the finals MVP in their rookie year.
The former is just like Malone, and the latter is Magic Johnson or Duncan.
Those who are loved by God can even ask in surprise, championship? Isn’t that just one award to each person when they come in?
In Chen Yang's eyes at this moment, Xuanwu is such a unique person.
"What's wrong, Mr. Chen? Is there something wrong with my practice?"
Xuanwu asked anxiously.
Chen Yang slowly shook his head and said, "Wait a moment, I'll try."
As he spoke, in front of Xuanwu, Chen Yang's eyes widened, his pupils shrank, and he stared deeply at the rubbing.