The Song Dynasty has been deliberate for 16 years, only to know that it is the Water Margin

Chapter 392 Grandmaster
Zhao Tang felt that something was wrong. Compared with the first day he saw the mural, it seemed that some changes had taken place.

He has a photographic memory, no matter how big the mural is, how complicated the picture is, with thousands of lines, he will firmly remember every part after seeing it.

When he just walked over, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the picture of thousands of piles of snow rolled up by the waves of the sea boat. He remembered that the number of lines in the white waves was different from what he saw the first day.

There are countless waves, each of which is drawn by hundreds of lines, and one of them was originally 99 strokes, but now it has become a hundred strokes!

Zhao Tun frowned, did he read it wrong that day?Or did I remember wrongly?But it shouldn't be!

Or is it that the island is damp, and some lines lose their color when wet, and now they reappear when they dry?

This is quite possible, because the wooden house on the island where I live now, because of the damp, the color of the wooden boards on the wall is different from the bottom and the top.

The weather has been fine these few days, and it hasn't rained yet. Maybe the place that was blurred due to humidity before has reappeared when it's dry.

Zhao Tang was suspicious in his heart, but he didn't stop there, and followed Wu Song to the inside.

There are many small stone rooms along the way, all of which can accommodate one person to lie down. Although simple, they are convenient for resting.

After walking to the deepest place, there is a small stone room, which is the place where Wu Song rested last night. In order not to attract attention, only Zhao Tong and Wu Song walked in, and Du Po and his wife pretended to think about the opportunity of the mural painting outside. Keep your eyes open.

There is a natural stone bed carved out of the stone chamber, and there is a stone table, nothing else.

Wu Song pointed to the wall on one side of the stone bed, and said in a low voice, "Master, the noise came from this side last night."

Zhao Tong nodded, and went out to measure the distance. The wall was facing the mountain side, and there was no stone room nearby, so the sound must have come from the mountainside on that side.

Wu Song leaned closer at this moment, pressed his ear against the stone wall, listened for a moment and said: "There is no sound now."

Zhao Tong also went over to listen, his martial arts were higher than Wu Song's, and his ability to listen to and distinguish objects was also more proficient, so he stuck to the wall and slightly closed his eyes to feel carefully.

There are still sounds in the wall, but it is the sound of the mountain wind blowing, the tremor outside the mountain, the hum of the sea water flowing under the island, and there is no other special sound.

But it is impossible for Wu Song to lie, and it is even more impossible for him to be a servant. At present, the daytime is no more quiet than the night. Zhao Tuo was so absorbed that his body seemed to grow on the wall, and he did not move for half an hour.

Wu Song felt a little uneasy at the moment, but he couldn't make a mistake when thinking about it. After all, what he heard last night was not a single sound, but intermittent, which lasted for a long time.

Suddenly Zhao Tong raised his eyebrows and his face changed. Wu Song immediately looked over, knowing that Zhao Tang had discovered something.

Zhao Tun listened for a while, then slowly moved away from the wall, then stepped back a few steps, looked at the stone wall, with a complicated and puzzled expression, and remained silent for a long time.

"Young master?" Wu Song couldn't help but whispered.

Zhao Tang looked at him and nodded, and said in a very low voice: "There are people over the mountain!"

Is there someone over the mountain?Wu Song's eyes widened immediately, which meant that he heard correctly last night, the impact sound was indeed made by a human.

Zhao Tong stood where he was and took a deep breath. Just now, he hadn't heard anything unusual for a long time. When he almost gave up and wanted to come back at night, he heard a human voice.

It wasn't the sound coming directly from hitting the mountain wall, but a sound similar to a human roar.

Normally, in such an isolated space, if you want to hear the sound from the other side, it is more obvious that the way of propagating through objects like impact is more obvious. Unless a single sound is very loud, it will not be extremely difficult to penetrate.

Although Zhao Tang only heard a faint movement, one can imagine how loud the roar must be on the side that made the movement.

He pondered for a moment. There was no doubt that the stone hall was not the only one that was empty in this mountain. On the other side of the mountain, there were also caves, and there were people inside.

But what is the place over there?Zhao Tang was extremely puzzled. The island owner of Hero Island and the disciples and envoys lived in the wooden halls in a row, and some other islanders lived in wooden houses. No one lived in the cave.

And the impact and roar were obviously not made by a person in a normal state. Could it be that he was imprisoned there, or something else?
"Let's go out..." Zhao Tang walked outside with his hands behind his back, and it was enough to make sure that there was indeed someone on that side, and he couldn't stay here for long.

If the other mountain cave on the opposite side is really some secret place on Hero Island, I'm afraid there will be people watching in the stone hall here.

The four of them walked back to the central hall, Zhao Tong raised his head to look at the mural, his footsteps suddenly froze, and a strange expression appeared on his face, the mural unexpectedly changed again.

When I came in before, I saw a wave of 99 strokes turned into a hundred strokes. Now it is still the same wave, but it has changed to 98 strokes.

If it is said that the increase in lines is due to the dampness in the cave, which hides the color, then the lines became less after a short period of time. What is the reason?
Could it be that the moisture suddenly rose and was soaked and hidden by water vapor?
This is a bit ridiculous!

Zhao Tun stared at the mural without moving. The mural was divided into three parts. He looked at the side of the ship fighting the waves. This side had the most waves, hundreds of thousands of them. He carefully observed the strokes of each wave. line.

Most of the waves have about a hundred lines. He looked at them one by one, and found that there were a few waves that were different from what he saw on the first day.

But what could this mean?If it is not caused by moisture, it is not too strange that the stone used for the mural is special, or the special pigment ink is used.

However, the question arises, why do painters use special stones and pigment inks to paint?

It is strange that the murals appear on this isolated island in the sea. Wouldn't it be even more strange if special stone paints were used?
After doing such a complicated thing, if there is no purpose in it, it is probably impossible. Could it be that there is really some kind of martial art hidden in this mural?
Zhao Tang was very puzzled at the moment, he looked to the side, and found that almost all the people watching the chart of the sea-going waves were staring at the several sea-going ships.

Because there are a lot of people drawn on the ship, everyone holds a weapon in their hands and poses in various poses, some chopping the waves, some discussing each other, and some practice on their own.

This picture was so attractive that it even attracted all eyes, even the three of Du Po looked at it.

Zhao Tong said: "Why do you look at the people on the boat?"

Du Po was puzzled: "My lord, since it contains martial arts, what are you looking at if you don't look at the people on board?"

Zhao Tong thought for a while, and it seemed reasonable, and said again: "Those people's postures and tricks are simply impossible to use, why do you need to look at them?"

Wu Songdao: "Young master, it is precisely because it is impossible to use it normally that the mystery is hidden. If you can penetrate it, it must be profound."

The corner of Zhao Tong's mouth twitched, is this the reason?It seems to be true.

He turned his head to look at the mural again, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong. The lines of the waves were still changing, more or less, not the amount he had seen that day.

Others don't have the ability of photographic memory, and it is impossible to memorize all the lines in each wave. Moreover, this kind of memorization of lines has no meaning at all, and almost no one does it. Forget, and will not deliberately remember.

He looked at the ship and the little man on it for a while, but this time he found no abnormal changes, the same as when he watched it for the first time.

Zhao Tun couldn't help touching his chin, the line changed, what does this mean?Suddenly, his heart moved, and he looked at the biggest wave.

This wave is not tossing in the sea, but to set off the sky high, and it is fighting against the powerful sun, as if it wants to split the sky and the earth.

This wave...Zhao Tang found that this big wave was a bit different, although the number of lines in this wave had not changed, but there seemed to be something wrong.

No matter how you look at it, it is exactly the same as the first time, not only the lines, but also the twists and turns of the strokes, the depth of the color, and the details of the picture have not changed at all.

What is wrong?

Zhao Tong frowned and looked at the wave carefully, no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see the clue.

He couldn't help rubbing his eyes, and was about to speak to Wu Song next to him, but suddenly he was taken aback, Wu Song's eyes were on the sea boat, and the sea boat was far away from the big waves...

Zhao Tang hastily looked at the big waves again, the waves were so violent that several ships were under the waves, as long as the waves hit, no matter how strong the hull was, or how skilled the people on board were, they would all be overturned by the waves. anti.

Zhao Tun's pupils shrank sharply, and finally saw something was wrong, the distance is the distance!
On the first day, the distance between the big wave and the ship was different from what it is now.

Right now it seems... so close!

The big wave is pressing down, and it may only be as thin as a hair, but it is still close, at least the proportion of this part of the picture has changed slightly.

What is the principle?Zhao Tong pondered secretly, there are many ingenious means in the art of painting.

For example, there is a painting called "Returning in Wind and Rain", with mountains in the background, a river in front of it, boats in the river, a wooden bridge on the river, and a child in the middle of the bridge with an umbrella in his hand.

Hanging this painting in the hall, every time it rains heavily on cloudy days, the little boy will open the umbrella on top of his head, and when it is sunny, the umbrella will be tucked under his armpit.

This painting may be applauded by outsiders, but to those who are good at painting, it is nothing more than a trivial skill.

The secret is on the rice paper and pigments, the rice paper is double-layered, and the pigments are special.

On a cloudy day, the air is humid and watery, and the rice paper is also wet. The special paint on the picture of the umbrella in the painting folder will soak into the other layer of rice paper, and the paint of the umbrella on the other layer will soak into this side instead. Now, it was raining outside, and the boy in the painting turned into an umbrella, but after a sunny day, the inside and outside were dry, and the soaked paint would be absorbed back, and the boy became an umbrella again.

Generally, this kind of painting can only withstand two or three changes, and then the paint will go away, and the picture will be blurred, so there are no works handed down from generation to generation, and it can only be regarded as a playful work, because it will not last long.

There is also a kind of paper that is obviously snow-white, with neither words nor pictures on it, but with a sip of water and wine, a landscape will slowly appear, and some will disappear after a while, while others will remain forever without disappearing. , all because of the special nature of the paint.

Zhao Tong didn't think it was strange that the lines of the waves changed slightly on the mural, and the positions of the waves changed slightly, but what was the purpose of the painters doing this?
This mural is no more than a small piece of rice paper. It is not a small project to use stones and paints as hands and feet. There must be some secrets hidden in it.

Zhao Tong didn't go back in a hurry, but stood there with the three of Du Po and watched. He inspected almost every inch carefully, and compared it with the picture in the memory of the first day.

Then until noon, his expression became more and more dignified, and in the afternoon, his face was cloudy and sunny, and finally he closed his eyes slightly and began to meditate.

When the sun was about to set, he called the three of them out of the stone hall together, then went to the wine shop to have a good meal and drink, and then went back to the wooden house.

When the night was dark, Zhao Tun left Bai Zhan, the housekeeper with the worst martial arts skills, with Du Po and Wu Song, and headed straight to the back mountain in the center of the island with a black scarf on his face.

He wanted to find out what secrets there were in the mountains on the other side, how could there be people there, and they were still hitting and roaring.

The three of them did not take the normal central avenue, but took a detour, went straight up the mountain from the residence, and then went from the mountain to the island.

Wu Song had gone up the mountain to hunt wild beasts and long insects before, and the path was quite familiar, and he came to the mountain in the center from the side not long after.

This mountain is shaped like an ingot, the front is the entrance of the Chance Stone Hall, polished neatly, but the back is different, although the terrain is gentle and not steep, but there are so many trees and thorns, it seems that no one has been here for a long time.

Wu Song said in a low voice at this time: "My lord, something is not right."

Zhao Tong said: "What's wrong?"

Wu Songdao: "Although it looks messy here, with trees and grass growing randomly, but when you look closely, it seems that someone has manipulated it artificially, and it is not born like this."

Zhao Tong nodded, and Wu Song said again: "Wait for my subordinates to explore the way. Since someone deliberately covered it up, follow the route he covered up and you will find the entrance to the back mountain."

Zhao Tun laughed and said, "Erlang is so good at doing the opposite!"

When the Wu Song brothers were in their hometown in Qinghe County, apart from a few acres of unexploited mountain land, they lived by hunting, and they were considered half of the hunters.

I saw him cautiously looking forward, and after a while he came back and said, "My lord, I have it!"

Zhao Tong asked, "Where is it?"

Wu Songdao: "The cover-up is not very experienced. It left too many loopholes. The subordinates searched against it and saw that there was a place with thick grass branches under the mountain, but there was a mountain wind whistling. It should be a cave entrance, which was hidden. up."

Zhao Tong thought about it: "Is there someone guarding it?"

Wu Songdao: "It's hard to say, if you can't see it from the outside, you won't know it from the inside."

Zhao Tong said: "Go and test one or two."

Wu Song hurriedly said yes, led the way ahead, and arrived at the foot of Yuanbao Mountain after a while, then pointed to an unattractive place in the distance, and whispered to Zhao Tong: "My lord, the entrance of the cave should be behind that tree and grass. "

Zhao Tang thought for a while, and felt that it was not good to go forward recklessly, so he picked up a small stone on the ground, and threw it obliquely upwards with a skillful arm.

He used his strength just right, instead of hitting straight, he threw it into the air and fell.

Just after the stone fell, a person sprang out from behind the grass branch. It was too far away to see his face clearly, but his movements were fast.

Then I saw this person looked up and looked up. The stone fell from above, and the sound it made was different from hitting a branch directly horizontally, and there was no such sense of impact.

The man looked at the hillside for a moment, then turned back, but after a few breaths, he suddenly rushed out again, raised his eyes to look at the hillside again, naturally there was no movement on the hillside, and the man turned back again.

But not long after, he unexpectedly appeared again, this time there was one more person, one of the two went up to the hillside to check, but after a long while, he didn't find it, and then went back cautiously and never came out again.

Wu Song wiped the cold sweat off his head with his hand: "My lord, these people are too careful!"

Zhao Tong narrowed his eyes slightly: "The more careful you are, the more secrets you have, let's go back and talk about it!"

The three of them went back to the wooden house and guessed what was in the cave, but they didn't have much clue. After all, the heroic island owner can summon the rivers and lakes and green forests to open the opportunity at this time, which proves that there will be no hidden things on the island that are too scary for people to see. Otherwise, if so many people go to the island, they will probably be discovered.

It's just that the cave guard's reaction was a bit too intense, and one had to suspect that there was some big secret in the cave.

On the second day, Zhao Tun continued to go to the stone hall with the three to watch the murals, and did not return to the wooden house until evening, looking a little confused.

On the third day, he went to the Stone Palace again, this time for a shorter time, and came back in the afternoon.

For six consecutive days, he went to the stone hall every day, but he left alone, and he did not go to explore the cave behind Yuanbao Mountain.

Until the early morning of the seventh day, when he went to the Stone Palace again, he still looked at the picture of surfing the sea, but when he looked at it, a smile appeared on his face.

After pondering for a while, he turned around and walked out of the hall. Instead of going back to the wooden house, he went to the beach.

Although the day was sunny and cloudless, there was a strong sea breeze. There were no people on the beach, only a few sea boats floating near the island, and two small rafts tied to the protruding rocks on the beach. There is an old islander, who is sleeping.

Zhao Tang looked at the sea, the sea was not calm at the moment, because of the sea wind, although there were no huge waves, there were quite a few small waves, and the water surface kept rising and falling.

He casually untied a raft and pushed it into the sea. At this moment, the old islander woke up and asked in surprise, "My good man, where are we going?"

Zhao Tong said indifferently: "Looking at the opportunity has some insights, look at the sea."

The old islander said "Oh", and said again: "It's windy today, hero be careful, don't stay away from Hero Island, otherwise the sea breeze will blow away, and you may not be able to return."

Zhao Tong said: "Understood."

He pushed the raft into the sea, held the three or two feet long pole in one hand, swung it lightly, and then swung it out.

The raft is not far away, away from the shore, just floating casually beside the island. Standing on the raft, Zhao Tun looked into the distance, and saw the sea and the sky connected, far away, infinitely boundless, making people feel broad and magnanimous .

He had no joy or worry on his face, feeling the state of drifting with the current under his feet, having no friends in the water, and being as small as an ant, as if the whole person was completely controlled by the sea water.

A small wave hit him and immediately wet all his clothes, but he stood motionless on the raft. As the sun gradually went down, there were more and more small waves, and they kept beating the raft towards the shore. It seems to have taken root on the raft, blending with the logs under the feet and the sea water, how can the waves push the raft to the shore.

At this moment, it seems that the sea water is him, and he is the wave.

Countless small waves seem to be endless, and he is one of them, setting off and retreating in the sea water, rising again, and retreating again...

Before you know it, the sun sets.

The small raft had already floated to the other side of the island, and Zhao Tang looked at the red half of the sky, and let out a long breath.

He has already realized the opportunity on the mural of the stone palace, although it is only one of the three paintings, but he is sure that this is indeed a martial art.

It wasn't what he expected before, thinking that the old island owner was self-righteous and imagining wildly.

Seeing the waves surging and rolling, he couldn't help but let out a long roar, and then said to himself: "The endless sea is infinite!"

At this moment, Zhao Tun's martial arts finally reached the realm of a master.

Then he pushed the raft towards the edge of the island, and as soon as he jumped ashore, he clapped his hands and was about to leave.

But at this moment, a black spot on the sea attracted his attention, it was a small boat rowing from a distance.

The boat went straight to the island, and not far away, Zhao Tang could clearly see that there was only one person on board, naked and strong, struggling to paddle.

The man also looked at Zhao Tun with wary eyes, as if hesitating whether to go to the shore or not.

Zhao Tong squinted his eyes, and after looking at this person, a look of joy appeared on his face, he raised his left arm and made a strange gesture, the boat saw the gesture, immediately speeded up, and ran towards the island.

Only ten or so breaths later, the boat approached the shore, and the people on board ran over, but they were a little confused when they saw Zhao Tun's appearance, and just about to ask, they heard Zhao Tun say: "Zheng Guang."

"Ah?" The strong man who got off the boat was taken aback for a moment, and then fell to the ground with a "plop" sound: "Craftsman Zheng Guang, I greet His Highness Qiantui Qianqiantui!"

Zhao Tun nodded, and when he was about to wake him up, there was a high-pitched eagle cry from the sky, and then a big brown and white eagle flew over from the sky.

And not far away, there was a girl in a white dress and an orange skirt, chasing the eagle in the sky and whispering: "Maha, Maha, come back..."

The girl was running, when she suddenly saw Zhao Tun and the two, she couldn't help but stop, and saw the two of them standing and kneeling, looking at her with unfriendly expressions.

She froze for a moment...

(End of this chapter)