The old vulture shook his head, put away the magnifying glass, and looked at Chen Yang in surprise: "I didn't expect there to be such a knowledgeable person in the fighting business. My friend, do you know the big and small Khitan characters?"
Chen Yang didn't feel proud at all, and said calmly: "I know a little bit about it."
Even Logan didn't think there was anything strange.
After being together for such a long time, ever since Chen Yang stopped holding back and showed his prowess, Tang Wan had never seen anything that Chen Yang really didn't understand.
How about a person who "knows a little" conquers the world and beats everyone who claims to know the king to their knees?
Tang Wan asked curiously: "Chen Yang, I seem to have seen Khitan writing, but it doesn't look like this. It looks like a man."
When Chen Yang saw other people's eyes falling on him, the old vulture stretched out his hand to signal that you were coming, and then he raised his voice slightly so that others could hear:
"Khitan writing is actually divided into large and small characters.
The large characters are created with reference to Chinese characters, and have more ideographic elements;
The small characters are based on the Uighur culture and contain more phonetic components.
It can be understood that the large Khitan characters are similar to Chinese characters; the small Khitan characters have the same nature as English."
"It would be better if the small Khitan characters on the stone tablet were created by Yelvdela who was inspired by the Uighur script. Modern people can probably decipher half of it, and can understand what it is talking about almost exactly?"
Chen Yang shook his head and sighed: "It just so happens that there are big characters on it.
There are only about 1,000 Khitan characters left in our country, and most of them cannot be deciphered."
The old vulture was so itchy that he interjected: "Actually, there are still more than 10,000 Khitan characters preserved on the polar bear side."
Chen Yang nodded in agreement with his statement, and said in the same tone full of regret: "I have seen those more than 10,000 words, and they are extremely sloppy. It has the same nature as cursive writing, and it is more difficult to decipher."
He stretched out his hand and pointed at the cracks on the stone tablet that had cracked open due to the vibrations caused by the crowd jumping down. Many of the cracks were so strong that they had many words penetrated through them.
"It was basically unreadable, and many of the words were damaged."
"Give up, we can't see anything up here."
Chen Yang spread his hands and gave a conclusion.
It's the same as showing hands, and it's the same that they don't understand.
Zhu Wuneng was despised by everyone, even Hu Tu slandered him.
Chen Yang's treatment was different.
Even though he didn't understand a single word, he clearly explained the differences between Khitan's big and small characters and laid out the objective difficulties clearly. Everyone just thought, "Wow, he's so knowledgeable." No one even rolled their eyes.
Zhu Wuneng was keenly aware of this, and at that moment he could only say "fuck" in his heart.
Everyone walked around the front where the undecipherable words were displayed and walked to the back of the stone tablet.
There is a complete relief pattern on the back. Although there are cracks passing through it, it does not affect the meaning of the pattern.
"Is this... a tower?"
Before Chen Yang and the others, there were followers of the Purana sect who looked at the pattern first. When everyone came, they asked uncertainly.
“What’s not obvious about the tower?”
"Aren't they all the same?"
Hu Tu scoffed.
Everyone gathered under the tower and looked up.
For the first time, everyone’s judgment is the same as that of the person who spoke first.
Isn't this just a tower?
There are also various patterns of Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, Eight Heavenly Dragons and so on carved on the side of the tower.
There is nothing wrong with the pagoda, also known as the pagoda.
Hu Tu was about to say something to the person who had spoken before, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them again for some reason.
The more he looked at it, the more he felt that there was something vaguely wrong with the tower carved on the back of the stone tablet?
Hu Tu scratched his head, scratched his head again, and murmured: