sword sentient beings

Chapter 17 When no one whispers in the middle of the night

Tung flower... the phoenix attracting formula?

"Hao Ya's name... doesn't sound very imposing..."

After thinking about it, Tang Zhao felt that this was right. Good exercises should have profound meanings. Thinking about "Tathagata Palm" and "Great Heavenly Dragon" is too simple.

"Let me see... um... uh..."

broken!

Tang Zhao suddenly felt like pouring cold water.

can't read!
He could recognize and even read all the characters on it, but he couldn't read any of them together.

Many commonly used words are combined to form unfamiliar vocabulary, and many unfamiliar words are linked together to form obscure sentences.In the end, the dark sentence wears out into a chaotic article.

He stared at the chapter for a moment, only to feel that the ink characters on the paper had grown wings one by one, buzzing and flying in front of his eyes.

It seems... different from what is said in the book...

Isn't it possible to reach the sky in one step by following the cheats?

Which adventure protagonist can't even read the book?

What a waste of time!Can it still be successful?

At the end, his eyes blurred for a while, and he quickly took off his glasses and wiped his eyes.

This must be wiped clean so that people can see it. Not to mention that he is dazzled by reading, he may think that he is crying because he can't understand.

After drying his eyes, Tang Zhao felt his eyes became clearer, and put on his glasses again.

Still a little flowery...

No, there is another pattern...

It's a word!

Tang Zhao was shocked.

A line of patterns flashed quickly in the corner of his field of vision before. At that time, he didn't pay attention to it, thinking that he had seen it wrong, but then he remembered the glasses and had a guess in his mind——

Couldn't that line of patterns flash past the glasses?

But since that didn't happen again, he forgot about it.

Now, on the glasses—this time it was clearly confirmed—the pattern flashed again, this time it was not a pattern, but a word.

No, can't say yes words either.

It is a combination of patterns and characters.

Part of it is a character, and the other part is a block pattern with the same size as the character. Tang Zhao guessed that it is also a kind of character?
"X work, next x..."

Tang Zhao clicked his tongue, he seemed to have had this feeling before, Mr. Chen asked him this type of question when he was tested, called cloze.

There is not even an option, so naturally this cloze cannot be done.

Tang Zhao couldn't understand the exercises on the letter, nor the words on the glasses, Tang Zhao sighed.

"I... don't understand."

he said softly.

Although he was alone, he seemed to be communicating with others in a negotiating tone.

In the dead of night, he was the only one talking in the silent room, like a raving.

This situation is somewhat terrifying.

Tang Zhao was very calm, he knew that he was not talking to people, but there were people who could understand him.

The spectacle characters stopped, like a gushing person suddenly shutting his mouth.

It's quieter.in various senses.

Surrounded by silence, Tang Zhao sat on a chair, holding the sheet of exercises, and fell into silence.

The dead of night is perfect for thinking.

Gradually, his thinking became clear, and several vague thoughts came out from the bottom of the well and strung together.

He suddenly reached out and picked up the pen on the table.

This is the wing room of the main courtyard of the Black Spider Villa. There are paper and pens on the table, but there is no ink, and he didn't force it, so he dipped in water and wrote on the paper:

"The heaven and earth are dark and yellow, and the universe is prehistoric.

The sun and the moon are surging, and the stars are listed.

Cold comes and summer goes, autumn harvests and winter hides..."

While writing, he recited softly, just like his master taught him to write stroke by stroke.

Halfway through reading, the handwriting on the glasses changed:
"Xuan Gong, low grade..."

Tang Zhao was overjoyed, threw down his pen and said, "You really can understand me!"

"I just said that there are no such coincidences in the world-I said that if there is a fairy, there will be a fairy, and if I say that it comes out of the water, it will come out of the water, and there is a gold ax and a silver ax. No one in the world will know this story except me. You are here Have you heard it outside the temple?"

As long as you put aside the unimaginable panic, calm down and think slowly, you will always be able to grasp a little logic behind the incredible.

As long as it is a logic that people can imagine, this miracle will inevitably be closer to people, and it will not be so terrible.

"What are you...existence? Are you in my glasses? You turned into a fairy to talk about gold glasses and silver glasses, don't you actually have these things? You repaired the glasses for yourself? You want to communicate with me, But I can't read... Ah, I'm sorry, that kind of pattern is a kind of character, right? It's just that I can't read it. It's not that you can't read, it's that I can't read, and I can't understand what you say. So I just recited Xue Daxia's Letter, you will understand some words, compare and write, and it will be displayed.”

"You are really smart. You can correspond to words just by reading it once. You are a hundred times smarter than me! But in the well, don't you know how to talk? Why can't you talk in the glasses? Why don't you come out and let's chat? ? I have a lot to ask you!"

He babbled a lot, expressed his thoughts in one go, stared at the mirror and waited for a response.

However, under the vision of the lens, the eyes are clean and there is no response.

Tang Zhao was a little anxious, lowered his head, and looked at "Tong Blossoms Attracting Phoenixes" again.

A line of words flew across the lens:

"Xuan Gong, low grade"

Tang Zhaoxin suddenly became cold, held the lens with his hands, and said softly: "Are you really not good at talking?"

In the end, Tang Zhao's thinking is far more open than ordinary people because he has been under the influence of Mr. Chen for many years.

According to Mr. Chen, a thing that can obey, speak, or even give feedback does not necessarily have to be a living person, it may be...

a program?
Is that what you said?

Something like a program can only judge according to the rules, but has no autonomous consciousness. It can answer questions, but only within the scope of its database. To put it bluntly, it is just a tool.

In terms of benefits, it seems safer to have only one tool at hand, but Tang Zhao is still disappointed. What he longs for in lonely nights is a warm and close partner.

Disappointed, he could only accept that there was no strong, kind, sincere fairy who would open up to him, protect him, and never hurt him specially prepared for him in the world.

Tang Zhao comforted himself in his heart, and thought to himself: Maybe a fairy is a fairy, and the glasses are just glasses. The fairy gave me the glasses. This is just a treasure, which can show something. The other words used before were converted into the words I wrote later.As for the fairy, it may be just for fun to change into the clothes I described.

You might as well cherish the things in front of you first, and when you get out of this dungeon cage, he will go back to the god at the bottom of the well to thank him.

But what are these glasses for?

The only sentence it can understand is "Xuan Gong, low grade", which means rank?

Tang Zhao was guessing based on his memory, while feeling a little frustrated—low-grade means low-grade, so why isn’t the skill he obtained after so many twists and turns not particularly rare and rare?

Sigh, forget it, even if it's a low-grade one, he can't understand it, and the high-grade one doesn't know what kind of bible it is.

In other words, this person can see the grade of the skill.

In the story, it's called identification?
It’s not just exercises, is it?
He remembered that his lens had spoken once before, when the red cloak showed him a bead that looked like an eye.It's just that he couldn't understand it at all at that time, and only regarded it as a pattern.

Other than that, there really isn't any.

Wearing glasses, he carefully inspected every inch of the house. Tables, chairs, beds, lampstands, pens and paper, and all kinds of furniture and furnishings did not attract any writing.

It seems that only by reaching a certain bottom line can the glasses be attracted.

Inferior... Could it be the bottom line?
Just know what's the use of inferior products?
In his current situation, appraisal seems meaningless, but he still writes "Thousand Characters" sentence by sentence, explaining while writing, this "enlightenment" must have a beginning and an end after all, and has been written until "Yanzaihuye" Finish.At the end of the writing, the water marks at the beginning have dried up, and in the end there is only a blank sheet of paper left.

"Is there anything you don't understand? If you don't understand, I still have the Three Character Classic. It's just that it's not good. There are many allusions that are hard to explain, and it's not easy to practice calligraphy..."

As he spoke, he moved the white paper away, revealing the obscure "Tonghua Attracting Phoenix Jue", and his eyes naturally focused on the first line.

Suddenly, a large piece of subtitles flowed down like water.

what?
He was taken aback, and when he took a closer look, the text turned out to be——

annotation? !
This large piece of text is full of annotations, only the first sentence is annotated.A word-by-word explanation, followed by comments and the like.Although the text is not superficial, it is already in the category that he can understand.

It turns out that the key is here!
Tang Zhao was pleasantly surprised, secretly thought that it was a gift from a fairy, and he could explain the words like a heavenly book clearly.Before I could understand word by word, I scanned down to the second sentence, and it turned out to be another densely packed new text.Calculating carefully, the original text is only a few thousand words, and with the annotations, it would cost fifty to sixty thousand words!Even if he doesn't tire of reading, he can't help being in awe.

I thought to myself: Good guy, what is going on here!The low-grade profound arts are already so complicated, so what about the high-grade ones?
Browsing until the last sentence, Tang Zhao was about to start from the beginning when he suddenly saw a small logo, a white hollow circle, appear on the last lens.

"period?"

Do not……

"Like a well?"

With an inexplicable heart move, his eyes focused on the sign.

Then, somewhere in the field of vision lit up!
(End of this chapter)