Chapter 0012 Yunwen
The yard suddenly became lively, with people talking about it and wanting to understand why such a chamber pot was chosen and what the secret behind it was.
Sun Guiwu could not stand being provoked, and just a few words from everyone provoked him into telling the truth.
Everyone understood it.
It turned out that Li Chengkong really chose this chamber pot, and he didn't know what magical uses this chamber pot had. More importantly, he hasn't discovered the magical uses of the chamber pot yet.
They all smiled happily, feeling gloating and balanced.
When Li Chengkong came to the vegetable field carrying the bluestone pot, Old Wang was not surprised: "What good things can there be in the Xiaoling Mausoleum? Choosing this is no different from choosing anything else."
"Old Wang, you are well-informed, but have you never heard of this thing?" Li Chengkong handed him the bluestone pot.
Old Wang took it and looked it over, then threw it to him: "I haven't seen it before, it's not famous. Don't worry, the real good things won't be in the Xiaoling Mausoleum. They've all been screened before entering the Xiaoling Mausoleum treasury."
Li Chengkong said: "I think it's a good thing."
"Then take it. No matter what others say, as long as you like it. The most important thing in life is to get what you like." Old Wang waved his hand.
On this day, Li Chengkong felt that the days passed like years. He was looking forward to the night, the darkness before dawn!
Finally, that moment came. Li Chengkong sped up his thinking ten times, and everything around him became slow.
He stared into the pot with one eye and closed the other, standing still and concentrating until the light came on.
This time, he clearly saw the bottom of the pot slowly light up, and a dense array of small characters appeared, like a group of ants.
The light flashed and then went out, without stopping, like a comet across the sky.
Li Chengkong fell into memories and replayed what he had seen before in slow motion, and saw the small words clearly.
But he could see the small characters clearly, but he couldn't recognize them.
This was a kind of writing that he had never seen before, simple and crude. Although the characters were small, they were powerful and had an inexplicable majesty.
What kind of text is it?
Even though he didn't recognize the small words, he was very excited.
The less you recognize it, the more extraordinary it is.
Although no one knows what this is, whether it is a martial arts secret or something else, it may even be just a piece of text recording the origin of this bluestone pot.
But this has given him great hope. His intuition was correct. This bluestone pot is indeed mysterious.
He was completely relieved at this moment. He put down the bluestone pot as if relieved from a heavy burden and began to concentrate on practicing the breathing technique and the Nine Nether Claw.
The Qiankun style has been practiced to perfection, and its power will naturally increase as the internal strength increases.
However, there is no end to the Nine Netherworld Claws. Every time the method is activated, both hands become harder and faster.
This gave him endless fun.
Although his hands looked as pale as a dead person's when he was practicing, which was scary, he was intoxicated by the feeling of continuous improvement.
The next day, they used planers to dig trenches in which they would apply fertilizer and sow vegetable seeds, a more strenuous task than plowing the soil.
Old Wang stopped to rest after a few strokes.
Li Chengkong leaned on the plane and said with a smile: "Old Wang, how about this, you don't have to work, just watch from the side."
“Huh——?” Old Wang widened his eyes.
Li Chengkong said: "You are suffering from what you are doing, and it is painful for me to watch you do it, so why don't you just take a break and stop working!"
"That won't do!" Old Wang shook his head: "This is not right, it's not right!"
"What's wrong with that?" Li Chengkong said, "Of course, I'm not asking for nothing. I want to learn from you..."
"It's definitely not possible to learn martial arts!" Old Wang waved his hand: "I learned the Qian Kun style occasionally, so it doesn't matter if it's discovered, but I can't teach you anything else."
Li Chengkong glared at him: "Don't worry, I'm not learning martial arts!"
Old Wang is really cunning. He told me at the beginning that I must not reveal the Qiankun style, otherwise I would be killed.
It turns out it doesn’t matter if it’s leaked!
"If not martial arts, what else can you learn?" Old Wang seemed relieved.
Li Chengkong said: "I want to learn some knowledge, common sense, wisdom in dealing with people, and astronomy, geography, medicine, astrology and other miscellaneous knowledge."
Old Wang said regretfully: "It's useless to learn these things. You will be a vegetable grower for the rest of your life. You can't change it."
"I have nothing to do anyway, so it's always a good idea to learn more. I don't want to walk through this world with an empty head."
"Well... it's rare!... OK, I promise you!" Old Wang laughed and said, "It's very tiring to work alone. You're at a big disadvantage."
Li Chengkong said: "Strength is the least valuable. I am getting a great bargain by using it to exchange for your knowledge!"
"Haha..." Old Wang said with satisfaction: "You have good vision and insight!"
My knowledge is of infinite value, but here, it is indeed worthless.
If you use it to gain strength, you are getting an advantage.
The key point is that all this knowledge has no place to be used. It is a waste of time to learn it because you will never be able to leave the Xiaoling Mausoleum anyway.
As far as he knew, there had not been a single vegetable-growing eunuch who had walked out of the Xiaoling Mausoleum since the founding of the country.
Entering the Xiaoling Mausoleum is equivalent to entering the underworld, which is equivalent to becoming a dead person. This is both an ancestral rule and a customary rule.
He could see that Li Chengkong had not given up and was always thinking about leaving Xiaoling Mausoleum and was always working hard.
He didn't want to point it out, and it was useless to point it out. Young people will not turn back until they hit the wall, and by the time they turn back, they are old.
In the following three days, Li Chengkong was greeted with sarcastic and mocking looks, which made Sun Guiwu very angry.
As if everyone was laughing at him, he kept muttering, "Why haven't the courtyards been divided yet? How long will it take?"
Early that morning, during a break from work, Li Chengkong casually used a branch to write a word on the ground and said nonchalantly, "Old Wang, what is this word?"
Old Wang was holding a teacup and inhaling the aroma with intoxication . He glanced at the word and his face immediately became serious.
He looked at Li Chengkong deeply and asked, "Where did you see this word?"
Li Chengkong shook his head: "I forgot."
"This is cloud text." Old Wang said slowly, "It is the text used by Taoists to draw talismans. It is not used by ordinary people, and it is not recognized by ordinary people!"
"What does this word mean?"
"Secret."
"Old Wang, you actually know Yunwen?"
"Hehe, even if others don't know it, I still know a thing or two."
"Then Old Wang, can you teach me this Yunwen?"
"Yunwen, it's useless for you to learn it... Never mind, it's useless anyway, so just teach me, but Yunwen is difficult and stubborn, you may not be able to learn it."
"I can learn."
"Hey, let's try it!" Old Wang felt a sense of evil and wanted to see Li Chengkong's painful expression when he couldn't learn it.
But half an hour later, the look in his eyes when he looked at Li Chengkong became strange.
Learn it once, remember it once, and apply it to other situations.
He even suspected that Li Chengkong had already learned Yunwen and was playing a trick on him. Then he asked about some things that had been discussed before, and Li Chengkong was able to explain them clearly.
"Good boy! Good boy!" Old Wang shook his head.
He knew that Li Chengkong had an extraordinary talent for martial arts, but he didn't expect that he had a photographic memory. Such a talent would be buried in the Xiaoling Mausoleum and become a living dead.
However, there are many unsung geniuses in the world, such as Li Chengkong. He felt a little sorry and put the idea aside. He continued to teach Li Chengkong. This time it was not a transaction, but a sincere teaching.
Everyone has the weakness of being a know-it-all, and Old Wang is no exception. When he meets such a smart and worry-free student, he can't help but share all his knowledge and experience.
