At night, the lights in the wing room are transparent.

Ma Yunlu was lying halfway along the edge of the bed, playing with his long hair with both hands. Although he looked charming, his eyes still could not hide his fantasy innocence.

How could Zhou Yang bear to take the initiative to attack her? He just looked at her side, as if he was watching a bomb, and he didn't dare to take a step forward any more.

A breeze blew outside the window and the candle almost went out.

Zhou Yang hurried over and closed the window, fearing that if it was dark in the room, anything would happen.

"What are you afraid of?" Ma Yunlu broke the silence first.

"Where is it?" Zhou Yang said with an embarrassing smile.

"Then you come here! Could I eat you?"

Zhou Yang thought to himself that Miss Ma is so aggressive, do you really think I dare not do anything to you? The hundreds of G movies downloaded by BT are not for nothing. If you really want to flirt with, Miss Ma will only be played with and scream.

It is just because of moral issues that it is difficult to attack such a minor girl.

But you can't offend her at this time, just go there, and you won't suffer any loss anyway.

Ma Yunlu suddenly threw out the scarf, surrounded Zhou Yang, and pulled him over. Yingying smiled and said, "Let me serve you well tonight!"

Zhou Yang was stunned, but was pressed by the other party's backhand on the bed. His face was squeezed and almost deformed. He couldn't turn around and could only shout in pain: "What do you want to do?"

Ma Yunlu showed innocent eyes, as if the person being pressed under her was her, but the strength under her hands was very hard, and she said softly: "Is it comfortable to help you hold your back?"

Zhou Yang's scream came from the entire Ma Mansion. This was not a puppet served by a servant, but was simply a puppet played with by ignorant children.

It turns out that Miss Ma not only likes to be abused, but also likes to abuse people.

"Wow--"

With a wailing cry, Zhou Yang's eyes turned pale and he lay motionless on the bed.

Ma Yunlu stopped and asked with a little concern: "Hey! Are you okay?"

Zhou Yang, who pretended to be dead, took advantage of her relaxing stall and suddenly turned over, threw her down like a wrestling style, rode up, and smiled and said, "You've been trapped!"

Wrestling was originally "thought to be entertained and used to show each other" as early as the Warring States Period, but it was not popular. It was not until the Qing Dynasty that it was truly professionalized by the court.

Although Zhou Yang is not a professional wrestler, he knows a few simple moves. Although it is not very standard, he is more than enough to deal with Miss Ma who has never seen a wrestling in bed.

Unexpectedly, Ma Yunlu was not only not angry, but also smiled like a horse, and turned around and said charmingly: "This move is so amazing! I have never seen it before."

Most of the ancient women had a humble position. Miss Ma in front of her wanted to be unique since she was a child. She led troops to fight like her father Ma Teng and was born brave like her brother Ma Chao. Unfortunately, the deepest part of her heart did not really break free from the influence of the social environment, which caused this polarized contradiction.

Zhou Yang felt even more that he was damaging the young seedlings, but now he was hard to get on a "horse". Seeing her so happy, it would be better to bully her instead of being bullied by her.

The two of them struggled like this for more than half an hour. The girl under her crotch looked full of energy, but she seemed to have no lust.

I guess Ms. Ma obviously doesn't understand the love between men and women at all.

It was not until midnight that she fell asleep unconsciously.

Zhou Yang covered her with love and then came to the window alone to breathe fresh air. He thought that he would now surrender to Cao Cao through the help of the Ma family, but one day he would become hostile to the Ma family, and couldn't help but sigh deeply.

Seeing Ma Yunlu sleeping soundly, he looked like a gentle kitten. Anyway, he was idle now, so he took out the Taiping Sutra and opened it to take a look.

"The roots of a person are inside, and the branches and leaves are outside..." Zhou Yang had just read a half sentence and immediately yawned.

The Taiping Sutra is based on the laws of heaven and earth, governing politics and self-cultivation, and achieving peace in the world. It can indeed make people have a profound impact during this period of corruption in the court, but in his opinion, it is a waste paper.

Zhou Yang reluctantly looked at a few more lines, and his eyelids began to become heavier. When he was drowsy, he stroked the pages boredly.

“Huh?”

Suddenly, my finger stopped, came to my senses, picked up the scriptures and glanced at them in the moonlight, and found that there were faint traces in it, as if someone deliberately drew it with a cone like a pencil.

Simply put, it is to finish drawing on paper with modern strokes, and then remove the paper on it, leaving such less obvious pad marks.

About a hundred years ago, Shang Fang ordered Cai Lun to use plant fibers to invent papermaking that shocked the world.

This paper Taiping Sutra was obviously re-organized, not the original manuscript, which means that someone deliberately hid these pad marks in it - could this be the real secret of Taiping Sutra?

In modern times, pad marks are something that even children know. In childhood in the 1980s, they were even treated as a kind of fun game. As long as you put a piece of paper on it and then gently polish it with a pencil, these pad marks will naturally appear.

However, it was not easy to do when papermaking was just emerging.

Zhou Yang saw that there were only bamboo slips in the wing room, and there was no white paper at all, let alone pencils.

"Can she get paper and lead for me?" Zhou Yang couldn't help but look at the sleeping Ma Yunlu.

Without paper and pencils, these pad marks would not be presented. After finally discovering this secret, how could you give up halfway? But this matter is too urgent.

It was still early in the morning, so how could I sleep at this time?

So Zhou Yang took advantage of the moonlight and put the book in front of him and looked at it. It was probably obvious that the pad marks drawn on these pages were actually various characters.

"Is there really a martial arts secret book?"

Zhou Yang grinned and muttered to himself, trying hard to see the blurry pattern from the first page. It was a very strange character posture, with his feet on the back of his head, his hands standing back and forth, and his body half-sided and half-tilted.

It's a bit like modern yoga, and a bit like Tai Chi.

Zhou Yang put away the Taiping Sutra and stood up shakingly according to the first pattern, but was frightened by the girl on the bed and lost her balance. He fell to the ground and hurriedly held the corner of the table carefully, afraid that the sound would wake her up.

Then I sat back to the chair, but found that the sky outside the window was slightly bright. It was only a moment, as if I had never done anything, and it had been so long.

Zhou Yang's tiredness was wiped out and he didn't sleep all night, but his condition was better. He began to recall the mysterious and strange process just now, thinking that this was indeed this holy object, so he planned to try it out again.

At this time, Ma Yunlu on the bed turned over, opened his eyes slightly, and saw Zhou Yang's strange posture, burst out laughing and asked, "What are you doing?"

Zhou Yang let go of his feet and fell again, but he did not hold on to the table like last time. He directly hit the foot of the table. The thing on the table fell on his head in a rustling shape.

Ma Yunlu laughed loudly, couldn't help but jump off the bed, squatted in front of him and asked, "What the hell are you having fun?"

Zhou Yang didn't know how to explain, so he took the opportunity to say, "Help me get paper and lead, and I will tell you what's fun."

Ma Yunlu rubbed his sleepy eyes, obviously not knowing about things like lead.

Zhou Yang said again: "Charcoal is OK."

Ma Yunlu left happily. After a while, he came back with a few rolls of slightly yellow paper in his hand and said, "Is this enough?"

Zhou Yang couldn't help but applaud, and immediately put the paper on the table, tried to draw a turtle on the paper with charcoal, and asked, "Is it fun?"

Ma Yunlu pouted and said, "It's not fun."

At this time, the servants of the Ma Mansion began to clean the yard.

The voice of a warrior came from the door of the wing room: "The master is coming back, please get up!"

Ma Yunlu responded with the whistle, "I understand", closed the window, and took off his silk clothes.

Zhou Yang asked himself that he was not a gentleman. When he was taken to take a shower before, the "young master" was sitting in the stone house and watching openly. At this moment, it was just a look back. What's the matter?

Ma Yunlu's thin body is hard to imagine that he can have such great strength.

"I'll go see my dad, don't run around!" When she turned around, she had already changed into a costume.

"Well!"

Zhou Yang breathed a sigh of relief, nodded politely to the servant who was sweeping the floor outside the window, then took out the Taiping Book, placed the paper lightly on it, and began to gently plating it with charcoal.

Sure enough, the patterns of figures gradually emerged through the white paper.

Such a mysterious pattern must be hidden in it.

There are drawings placed on the desktop. Although there is no text description, they are pieced together from the number of pages on the Taiping Sutra, so the order should be the same as those on the Taiping Sutra.

So after sorting it out, I stretched my waist and put away the other pages, stared at the second drawing with all my heart, and took a few steps back and posed in the drawing. After a while, I began to feel as comfortable as the surroundings were emitting warm fire. I was a little focused and could hear many strange sounds that I could not hear normally.

Zhou Yang felt that it seemed that after several days, when he came to his senses, he found that the servants outside the window were still sweeping the floor, completely different from the last time. He felt that time was passing very slowly, and he was unprecedentedly cheerful, and he couldn't help but pose as a boxing posture.

"Ah--"

With a heavy blow, the sound of the wind was still in my ears.

Zhou Yang was so excited. It seems that although the pattern in the Taiping Sutra is not a martial arts secret book, it is probably a treasure book such as health preservation and cultivation. No wonder Zhang Jiao was able to transform from a fallen scholar to the Taiping Sect Master when he got this book.

When he practiced the seventh pattern, he didn't dare to continue practicing.

Because the more you practice, you feel that the longer the time passes: the first two hours pass in a blink of an eye, the second one looks like two hours in a blink of an eye, the third one feels like a whole day, but in fact it only took less than a moment, while the seventh one seems to have passed as long as half a month.

This illusion of time makes people feel very conflicted, afraid that if they continue practicing, they will never come back after half a year, a year, or several years.

Zhou Yang put away the drawings and took a deep breath. He thought to himself that he would practice these seven pictures in the future and not touch the others for the time being.
Chapter completed!