After dinner, after a short free time, it’s time for evening self-study.
Zhao Cheng didn't waste his free time. He just sat in class and read miscellaneous books borrowed from the school library.
The content in the book is related to swordsmanship. Some of the stories about swordsmen told are as old as the Shang and Zhou dynasties, and some seem to be hundreds of years ago.
The true and false stories are combined with various elements from folk customs, myths and legends, and are fragmented and do not fit into the length of the article, and there is no specific time.
This book is called "Shuo Jian Qi Tan". The time when it was written is unknown. Some say it was more than 300 years ago, while others say it was more than 500 years ago. As for the author, there are as many as five.
It is said that the author was Chen Sheng five hundred years ago. He failed the scientific examinations many times as a boy. In his middle age, he befriended a swordsman. Later, he traveled around the world in search of strange things. In his later years, he wrote this strange story.
It is also said that more than 300 years ago, Zhang Sheng passed the imperial examination in middle age, but was only a minor official throughout his life. He wrote a book in his later years and wrote this miscellany.
History is unreliable, so the people who compiled and revised this book simply wrote all the true and false names in the introduction.
Just like the article Zhao Cheng is reading now, it talks about a man named Wang Sheng. He was originally just a scholar. He had some talent, but it was limited. He failed in the scientific examination. As a result, he fell down while walking at night one day.
, in the misty lake, he said that he dreamed of Yuanshi Tianzun. Tianzun said that he had a predestined relationship with Tao and taught him a scripture. After this incident was spread, someone asked him to write down the scripture taught by Tianzun.
But he could neither speak nor write.
Therefore, the people around him just thought that he had lost his mind and was suffering from hysteria.
But after that, it only took a short time for Wang Sheng to become a swordsman with strong swordsmanship.
A few years later, thieves attacked the village. Wang Sheng killed the thieves with one sword and one man.
Only then did everyone realize that Wang Sheng had not lied, but had truly received the gift from heaven.
Some people wanted to become a disciple, but Wang Sheng said that he had not learned it yet and had no way of teaching it to others, and then he drifted away.
In the past few decades, some people in the village said that they saw Wang Sheng's figure in the Taihang Mountains, and his appearance did not change over the decades.
Some people say that Wang Sheng practiced swordsmanship in a hut in the mountains and became a swordsman.
And the author also expressed emotion at the end: God? Ghost?! Ghost?!
The writing style and content of this story are somewhat similar to the Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio that Zhao Cheng had read in his previous life.
In terms of popularity, the two are completely incomparable.
Moreover, most of the otherworldly things in the past life were just illusions, but here they are real and unnecessary.
The so-called Tianzun imparts the Dharma to someone who is not necessarily an expert in the way of swordsmanship. His thoughts fight against the heaven and earth, and he transmits his thoughts from heart to heart. Under the enlightenment, he imparts the essence of the way of swordsmanship to Wang Sheng.
Because what Wang Sheng received was just a thought, he felt that he had received scriptures, but he could not speak or write them.
Later in the story, Wang Sheng also gradually understood this, but he had not yet learned it.
Of course, this is just an inference made by Zhao Cheng based on the situation in this world.
As for the facts, Wang Sheng may not really exist in the world.
The words of novelists cannot be trusted at all.
Zhao Cheng read these, firstly to expand his own horizons, but also as a leisure book. Regardless of whether they are true or false, the story is well written.
Zhao Cheng sometimes also thinks that if someone can synthesize the myths, legends, gods and Buddha systems of this world from ancient times to the present, sort them out completely, combine them with history, and write a book, it will definitely be a big seller.
It is a pity that such a great talent has not yet appeared. The classical mythology system of Yan and Huang is still complicated and confusing, and ordinary people have no idea of understanding it in depth.
The evening self-study only lasted until nine o'clock. Zhao Cheng spent the whole night studying on his own, doing self-questions and answers, trying to use this stupid method to experiment with the operating logic of the panel, but unfortunately things did not go well.
As for him joining the kendo class, he only agreed verbally, and the school still had to go through some procedures, and then arrange a class schedule for him.
Let's just say that today, I have already had a major kendo class in the afternoon. If I continue to make up lessons in the evening, I will undoubtedly get twice the result with half the effort.
Therefore, in terms of time, it must be staggered with the kendo class.
After school, Zhao Cheng did not stay at the school. He bought a bowl of noodles and a piece of pot helmet at the school gate and ate them while walking.
If most people eat like this before going to bed at night, they should gain weight. However, Zhao Cheng is now growing up, his sword skills are improving rapidly, and the growth of his body requires a lot of nutrients. This kind of snack is undoubtedly the right time.
In the real world, there is no high-level energy like spiritual energy, and things like swordsmanship can only be learned through practice, and even more so through eating.
Some powerful swordsman masters can eat a cow in one meal. Of course, they can also go without food for three to five days, or even drink water, and still be energetic.
Even when they are not exercising strenuously, their energy consumption is even lower than that of ordinary people. Only after a strenuous burst do they need a large amount of nutritional supplements.
Just after finishing the noodles and half of the Guokui, Zhao Chengcheng had already arrived home.
His home is only a three-minute walk from Qingyuan, so the school is truly at his doorstep.
I have to say that Zhao's father was very lucky. In his early years, Qingyuan ranked last in southern Hunan, inferior to the famous schools of "No. 1 Middle School" and "No. 2 Middle School", so the housing prices were also cheap.
Father Zhao gritted his teeth and bought it directly. He regretted it for a while. After all, the educational resources in Qingyuan were not good at that time and he was worried about delaying his children.
At that time, there were a lot of rumors among relatives because of the matter about this house.
Until a few years ago, when Qingyuan was reorganized, the trend suddenly changed. People said that Zhao's father had a vicious vision back then, and suddenly he became proud and proud.
And the housing prices in this area have naturally soared now.
The money Father Zhao spent on buying a house at that time would probably be enough to buy a toilet now.
"Zhao Cheng, you didn't even bring me a midnight snack."
As soon as he entered the door, Zhao Chengcheng heard a crisp voice.
"Zhao Xiaoxiang, your pocket money is no less than mine. If you want to eat, you can buy it yourself."
Zhao Cheng responded casually.
He turned around and closed the door, and saw that the lights in the living room were turned on brightly, and the large-screen TV in the living room was playing the recently very popular romantic drama called "The Domineering Swordsman Falls in Love with Me."
To put it bluntly, in some aspects, the two worlds are very similar.
At this time, on the sofa in the living room, a girl about fourteen or fifteen years old was curled up on the sofa, exposing a section of her snow-white calves, eating potato chips and watching TV, looking like a large
hamster.
"Cheng Lang, our relationship has faded after all. When we were watching the stars together in the park, you called me Xiang'er over and over again. Now that we are older and older, you call me Zhao Xiaoxiang."
"When you kept saying you wanted to marry me before, that's not what you said."