Su Ling was cooking water outside and killing chickens. Chen Tang sat in the room and began to read various books, and had to review his homework carefully.

In the Yin Kingdom, due to backward printing technology, books were valuable. Many scholars could not afford books, so they could only copy books, copy them on inferior yellow-edged paper, and fold them one by one.

Over the years, Chen Tang has accumulated several books, mainly collections of classics and essays, and the contents of the imperial examination.

"Hey, this is..."

While flipping through a book "The Commentary of the Xianzi", I turned out a page of thick paper.

The paper was folded and sandwiched in the book. After opening it, it was as big as an A-four paper, with a portrait depicting it.

The first thing Chen Tang noticed was the texture of the paper, which was very thick and unusual. When it touched, it was soft, as if it was cowhide, or sheepskin, or something like that. Even a terrifying guess flashed through his mind:

Human skin!

Then Chen Tang looked at the portrait depicted above. He was a Taoist priest with a fairy-like appearance and a Taoist priest sitting cross-legged. His posture was similar to that of ordinary meditation, and he was slightly different. His hands were pinched into a strange posture and stood on his chest.

There are words written on the right side of the portrait, with square fonts, and looking at them gives people a very stable feeling.

"Good cultivation of scriptures!"

Below the three big characters, there is a line of small characters: external skills, internal skills, and real skills. I am good at cultivating my qi!

That's all.

Chen Tang thought about this and muttered in his heart. According to the literal meaning, shouldn't it be called the "Celestial Sutra"? How is it called the "Shanyang Sutra". However, the names are not the key, the key lies in the content.

The more I thought about it, the more excited I felt: It turns out that this painting is a martial arts secret.

I immediately thought about it and figured out its origin.

After a while, a somewhat vague memory emerged: this painting and the pillows on the bed should have been brought back by my father that time.

At that time, Chen Tang's father had some problems and was seriously injured. A Taoist priest with a bearded face sent him back. He lay in bed for two days before leaving.

Chen Tang was only seven or eight years old at that time. As he grew older, things about his childhood became confused. He only liked reading and couldn't understand the painting, so he folded it and sandwiched it into the book.

Until today, it was turned out again.

Chen Tang is different now. He is very interested in martial arts. In this strange world, if you want to strengthen your body and have a skill, the best choice is of course to practice martial arts.

Especially at noon in Zhao's mansion, after seeing Mr. Zhao slap a solid wooden table with a slap, Chen Tang became even more eager to practice martial arts.

However, practicing martial arts is not easy, and you need to have a lot of money to support, and someone has to teach you various routines and moves, step by step. The key is that Chen Tang is twenty years old this year, and at this age, he has missed the best age group to survive.

However, now I have found this "Shanyang Sutra", which makes Chen Tang overjoyed, as if he has seen hope for practicing.

He quickly took the painting and sat on the bed and looked at it carefully.

The image of Taoist priests in the painting is depicted in a very detailed manner, with lines outlined and a unique charm with the pen. Putting aside the others, this painting alone has its own unique features and can be sold for money.

But, how to practice?

There are no actions and steps written above. Remember the general martial arts secrets, but they are marked one by one in detail. After reading it, you can copy it according to one move.

"Well, this painting itself may be a secret, so we should use visualization."

When Chen Tang thought of this, he did not hesitate and focused his attention. He looked at the whole painting from beginning to end without any leakage. Gradually, he had a rough outline of the image in his mind.

I felt that I remembered clearly, so he imitated the Taoist priest in the painting and posed in the same meditation posture.

"No, the positions of my hands and feet are still in and out of place, and I have not been placed right."

He carefully observed the portrait again and found out what was inconsistent.

After many times, I always feel inconsistent and cannot enter the state.

After a lot of trouble, Chen Tang was sweating profusely. Fortunately, his body was different from before, otherwise he would have been exhausted.

He thought to himself: Since the portrait was brought back with the pillow, is there any connection between the two?

So I put the portrait together with the pillow and tossed and turned, but there was no abnormality.

It was always futile, and Chen Tang was a little discouraged in the end, feeling that he was too eager to achieve success. Even if his portrait was extraordinary, it was impossible to learn it once, and it would definitely be difficult.

"Brother Bujin, you can have a meal!"

Su Ling shouted outside.

Chen Tang pressed the portrait under the pillow and walked out.

Before I knew it, it was already evening, and ordinary families had to eat early. If it was dark and there was no oil lamp, it would be troublesome.

Tonight, the dinner was very rich. A whole pot of chicken and soup was uncovered. When the cover was opened, the strong smell of chicken soup suddenly wafted out, and the whole room was filled with fragrance.

"good!"

Chen Tang's index finger was shaking and he started eating immediately. Even when he was a tutor in Hujiazhuang, he had never eaten chicken twice. Usually, he ate pork.

Su Ling put enough rice into this meal. The two of them ate it in big mouthfuls. In the end, regardless of the rice or chicken, they were eaten clean. Even a little soup base was allowed to be drunk.

"A Ling, be full."

Chen Tang asked with a smile.

Su Ling wiped her mouth and nodded heavily: "I have never been so full."

Chen Tang laughed: "From today, we have to have a full meal every day."

As he said that, he took out his purse and counted out five of the money: "These are the food expenses in the past few days. You can buy vegetables and meat, don't be reluctant to spend it. After spending it, I still have it."

Seeing the five winning coins, Su Ling was surprised and happy. Su Ling suddenly burst into her eyes and tears fell.

Chen Tang saw it and sighed: "You don't do some heavy work. If you get hurt, you have to pay for the doctor, right?"

Knowing that this little girl has a stubborn personality, she might as well make money, which makes Su Ling obey.

Sure enough, Su Ling replied: "Okay."

After saying something else, Su Ling cleaned up the dishes and Chen Tang went to get water to wash his body. After finishing his work, it was completely dark.

Although the weather was stuffy, at this time, few people in the village came out to cool off, and they basically closed their doors and went to bed early.

Chen Tang returned to the bed and the room was dark. He suddenly thought of something strange, that is, when he went to bed these days, there were never any mosquitoes and bites. Logically speaking, in such an environment and such a season, there must be many mosquitoes growing and flying around.

"A Ling, you are sleeping outside. Are there any mosquitoes biting you?"

Chen Tang couldn't help asking.

Su Ling replied crisply: "It seems that there is no... I slept very peacefully. I used to be in my old house. Every night, I would get bitten a lot of bags, which was itchy and painful."

Her old home was just a thatched hut. After no one lived in it, it collapsed long ago.

Chen Tang scratched his head and said, "Strange..."

It was already dusk when I was having supper, and mosquitoes should come out to move, but they didn't seem to have been bitten.

Speaking of which, it seems like there are no mosquitoes in the entire house.

After thinking without success, Chen Tang no longer thought about this. He sat cross-legged on the bed, calmed down, and continued to practice the visualization of the "Sutra of Good Health".
Chapter completed!