Spring and Autumn Confucian Heroes

Chapter 13 The Wordless Book
Seeing that Baojian recognized Huanchang, Xu Wang let out a long sigh of relief.

After sending Zhan Lu's sword away, Xu Wang picked up a brocade box again, this brocade box was made of beautiful jade, and the workmanship was very sophisticated.

Moreover, the kind of beautiful jade is quite extraordinary, and it looks like a very precious precious jade.

Gently opened the jade box, and there was a black writing brush in it. This writing brush was about eight inches long, which was a bit different from ordinary writing brushes.

Xu Wang took out the brush, with a look of reluctance in his eyes.

"This brush is made of a special material. It cannot be rotted by water, it will not be damaged by fire, the sword is indestructible, the blade can be soft but firm, Wen can write to calm the world, and Wu can calm chaos."

"This pen is also a treasure inherited from the sect, and its pen name is Chunqiu."

Huan often saw this brush, and could not move his eyes away. Perhaps no scribe could resist this brush.

In the past years, although Huan Chang knew that the master had a magic brush in his hand, he didn't know its origin.

Thinking of the origin of Zhan Lu's sword, Huan Chang couldn't help asking: "Master, where did Spring and Autumn come from?"

Xu Huang showed pride on his face, and said: "I, the patriarch of Shujian Pavilion, used to be just a scribe, traveling around the world and learning theories of various schools."

"After the Patriarch obtained the Zhanlu Sword, he entered the world with literature and martial arts."

"The patriarch has made great achievements. In order to make a handy writing brush, he first went to the Flame Mountain in the south to find the thousand-year-old tungsten steel, and then went to the extreme north to find the ten-thousand-year-old ice silk."

"Finally, the best craftsmen were found to create this brush."

"Chunqiu has been warmed and raised by the past pavilion masters of Shujian Pavilion, and its special material has long been extraordinary. It will be of inestimable help to you in understanding the way of calligraphy and painting in the future."

After finishing speaking, Xu Wang put the brush into the jade box and handed it to Huan Chang.

Huan Chang was a little at a loss, but thinking of Xu Huang's temper, he didn't dare to postpone it any longer, so he had to take him over.

After seeing off the magic brush Spring and Autumn, Xu Xuan's expression became solemn, and he picked up the last thing from the bed, with a little expectation in his eyes.

When Huan often saw something like this, his eyes couldn't help shrinking.

Whether it is the Zhanlu Sword or the Magic Brush Spring and Autumn, Huan Chang has heard of it before, but only this thing in front of him, he doesn't know what it is.

Holding the last treasure in both hands, Xu Wang turned to Huan Chang and said, "A Chang, do you know what is wrapping this treasure?"

Huan Chang put his eyes on the outermost layer of packaging, and saw that it was an underwear of unknown material, as white as jade all over his body, but exuding a slight chill.

"Hey, this feeling seems familiar?"

Huan Chang frowned slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he exclaimed: "Could it be the inner armor made of ten thousand years of ice silk?"

The reason why Huan Chang had this guess was because the breath of this cloth was somewhat similar to the nib of the magic brush Spring and Autumn.

However, when he said this, he also felt a little unbelievable.

Ten-thousand-year ice silk, this is a treasure that can make many people in the Jianghu crazy. It has many magical effects. Huan Chang can't even imagine how many ten-thousand-year ice silk has been spent on this large piece of inner armor.

And the one in front of him, the inner armor made of ten thousand-year ice silk, was used to wrap other things at will.

In this way, the preciousness of the wrapped treasure is simply unimaginable.

A smile appeared on Xu Wang's face, and he said, "You're right, this inner armor is indeed made of ten-thousand-year ice silk."

"Back then, when the patriarch achieved great feats, he broke into the extreme north alone. He originally wanted to retrieve some ten thousand-year ice silk to make a brush blade, but he was besieged by a large group of ten thousand-year ice silk."

"In a fit of anger, the patriarch almost killed the Wannian ice silkworms. Later, because the Wannian ice silkworms were not easy to grow, only a few remained."

"The patriarch extracted the most essence of ten thousand year ice silkworms and made them into Spring and Autumn Brush Blades, and then made the rest of the ice silk into an inner armor."

"It's just that the patriarch has achieved great feats. Naturally, he doesn't need the inner armor to protect himself, so he used it to wrap the wordless heavenly book. Later, the masters of the Shujian Pavilion also regarded this as a tradition."

Huan Chang couldn't help clicking his tongue when he heard the words, and used the inner armor made of ten thousand-year ice silk as a package, which no one else dared to think about.

It should be noted that the inner armor made of ten-thousand-year-old ice silk can at least withstand the full attack of warriors in the burglary realm, and even their internal strength cannot break through the inner armor defense.

Each sect obtains this kind of treasure, and treasures it as a treasure, and gives it to those disciples with the most potential for protection, and will never let its pearls secretly cast.

However, the tradition of Shujian Pavilion is too strange. In fact, it can also be reflected from the side, how powerful Shujian Pavilion was in the past.

Huan Chang suddenly seemed to remember something, and couldn't help asking: "By the way, are the Wannian ice silkworms powerful?"

Xu Wang said with a half-smile: "It's okay, the worst ten-thousand-year ice silkworm is also equivalent to a warrior in the realm of metamorphosis."

"hiss……"

This time, Huan Chang really had nothing to say, and his admiration for the patriarch was like a surging river.

However, Xu Wang seemed a little lonely, and said: "Although the sages of the sect are powerful, the Shujian Pavilion has now fallen, and there are not many people in the world who still remember the name of our sect."

When Huan Chang heard the words, he was also silent.

Compared with the glory of the past, the current Shujian Pavilion seems a little unknown. It can only be said that the rise and fall of all things has its theorem.

Seeing the lonely look of the master, Huan Chang said solemnly: "Don't worry, master, this disciple will definitely practice martial arts diligently in the future and revive the reputation of my Shujian Pavilion."

Xu Wang laughed loudly when he heard the words, and said: "Ah Chang has such determination, I am very happy to be a teacher."

After laughing, Xu Wang opened the Wannian Ice Silk Inner Armor, and a book exuding a simple atmosphere suddenly appeared in Huan Chang's eyes.

"This is?"

Xu Wang took a deep breath and said, "This book without words has no way to study its material. Even if the sages of Shujian Pavilion tried their best, they couldn't find relevant records."

"This book is divided into nine pages, and there is not a single handwriting throughout, so it doesn't look unusual."

"But according to the legend of the sect, as long as someone can unlock the secret of this book, they will be able to break through to an unprecedented realm and truly invincible."

Speaking of this, Xu Huang's eyes were full of fanaticism.

Reaching the extreme state of martial arts is the goal that every warrior pursues in his life, and Xu Wang is no exception.

Although he didn't crack the secret of the book, he could still feel the extraordinaryness of the book, and firmly believed that the rumors about the book were correct.

Putting his eyes on Huan Chang, Xu Wang said: "I will also entrust this book to you in the future. As a teacher, I hope that I can see you unlock its secrets in my lifetime."

"This is not only the wish of being a teacher, but also the wish of the masters of Shujian Pavilion in the past."

　My elder sister’s family came over, and brought my little nephew. With a child who codes, I can’t meditate, and I have to write an old book. Let’s start with a chapter a day for this book.

　　
　　
　
(End of this chapter)