Sword from Songshan

Chapter 97: Zhang Wuji Buried the Scriptures, words
There is a kind of extremely poisonous spider in the snow mountains of the Western Regions, called the Colorful Snow Spider. In the past, King Jinlun brought the Colorful Snow Spider to the Central Plains, and it bit Zhou Botong. Even the old naughty boy was unable to force the poison out.

Buzz~!

After absorbing the colorful snow spider's venom, the small wooden tripod made a buzzing sound, and the remaining tail end of the centipede picture was filled, and the entire picture was completely lit up!
Just like before, all the Kun-type toxins gathered into a pure energy, which flowed out of the small wooden tripod and rushed towards the extraordinary meridians.

"Great!"

Lu Nanxing looked excited, he didn't expect such an unexpected surprise.

But for the time being, he didn't have time to take a closer look.

The falling speed was getting faster and faster. Lu Nanxing's face darkened and he formed five fingers into claws and fiercely grabbed the cliff.

Tsk~!

With Lu Nanxing's current finger strength, he could leave marks on the stone slab. Ice chips flew between his five fingers, and his falling speed slowed down a little.

If Lu Nanxing had grabbed the cliff with his other hand, he might have been able to stop completely, but he did not do that. Instead, he adjusted the angle and slid towards the platform in the middle.

Although Lu Nanxing was not afraid of Fei Bin and Qinghai Yixiao, he was unable to defeat the two of them. If he was entangled by Fei Bin, it would be extremely difficult to escape.

He simply pretended to fall off the cliff, but actually jumped towards the platform.

The cliff was steep and covered with snow and ice, making it difficult to climb. But with the strength of an eagle's claws holding onto the cliff, he should not fall to his death directly.

This move is indeed risky, but for the sake of the Nine Yang Manual, Lu Nanxing has no choice but to give it a try.

Fortunately, the actual situation was easier than he had imagined.

The snow and ice on the cliff wall could be easily penetrated by five fingers. It was originally an obstacle, but now it became his best speed bump. Although he could not stabilize his body for a long time, he could adjust the direction.

Bang~!

After choosing the landing point earlier, Lu Nanxing pushed forward with his hands and, with the help of the momentum of falling, jumped directly to the center of the platform.

"Hoo~!"

After standing firm, Lu Nanxing let out a long sigh.

Although it was planned in advance, it was just jumping off a cliff after all, so who wouldn't be afraid?

Without taking the time to calm his mind, Lu Nanxing hurriedly walked to the inside of the cliff and stood with his whole body pressed against the cliff.

After he fell off the cliff, Fei Bin and Qinghai Yixiao must have come to check. At this time, he was standing at an angle that was blocked by the protruding rock wall and could not be seen from above.

Not seeing him, Fei Bin and Qinghai Yixiao must have thought that he had fallen off the cliff, and only then would they give up.

After about quarter of an hour, there was no movement from above. Lu Nanxing came out, guessing that Fei Bin and Qinghai Yixiao had left.

"right here."

While standing there just now, Lu Nanxing had already inspected the entire platform several times.

Walk straight to the left side of the mountain wall, dig up the snow and soil, and reveal a dark cave.

Lu Nanxing was overjoyed, because it was from here that Zhang Wuji entered and discovered the Nine Yang Manual!
The cave was a bit narrow, so Zhang Wuji was still young at the time, so he could pass through. However, Zhu Changling, as an adult, got stuck and eventually died in it.

Lu Nanxing looked inside and did not find any skeletons. He didn't know whether it was dragged out by a bird of prey like a falcon, or blown out by the mountain wind and fell off the cliff.

Lu Nanxing is already eighteen years old. Although his face still looks a little childish, his skeleton and body have grown. Logically, he should not be able to get through.

"Luckily I prepared in advance."

Lu Nanxing smiled, then took a deep breath. All the bones in his body contracted, the gaps between the bones narrowed, and he seemed to have become smaller.

Before going down the mountain, Lu Nanxing spent a few days learning two skills from the outer disciples, the bone shrinking technique and the breath holding technique.

It is used to find the two magical skills of Nine Yin and Nine Yang.

It is said that if one practices the bone-shrinking skill to a high level, one can shrink a person into a wine jar. Lu Nanxing only spent a few days to master the technique, but was far from that level.

However, given his current size, it shouldn't be a problem for him to get through this cave.

Lu Nanxing held his breath and immediately crawled into the cave.

The further in they went, the narrower the passage became. After climbing about ten feet, there was barely enough space for them to fit in. Lu Nanxing's eyes were steady, without the slightest hesitation. He continued to move forward. After another few feet, he saw light ahead.

With great joy in his heart, he couldn't help but speed up using his hands and feet. He climbed a few more feet and suddenly the sunlight was dazzling and the view became clear.

A valley with green grass, clusters of flowers and fragrant fruits. Compared with the ice and snow outside, it is truly a different world like a paradise.

"It can't be wrong!"

Coming out of the cave, the entrance of which was only a few feet from the ground, Lu Nanxing's face was full of excitement.

It is only two miles in radius, surrounded by high mountains on all sides, and cliffs that reach straight into the sky. Just as described in the original novel, this is where Zhang Wuji buried the Nine Yang Manual!

Lu Nanxing took a deep breath, forced himself to suppress his excitement, and immediately started searching in the valley.

First, we found a waterfall formed by melting ice and snow in the west, and below it there was a cold pool with some white fish swimming comfortably. The pool was not overflowing, indicating that there was another place for the water to drain.

Walking to the right along the cliff wall, you will soon find a man-made earthen stove. Although it is hundreds of years old, the earth has been baked for many years and is as hard as stone. It is not afraid of wind and rain, so it is still intact.

Lu Nanxing became more and more excited. After walking another twenty or thirty steps, he found some more traces, which were left by Zhang Wuji during his five years of living here.

“…That’s it!”

After touring the place with an attitude of admiration, Lu Nanxing continued to move forward and suddenly saw some faint words on the mountain wall in front of him.

Lu Nanxing ran over quickly, not caring about being dirty, and reached out to push away the moss and dirt on the mountain wall, finally revealing the complete six characters:
The place where Zhang Wuji buried his scriptures!

"found it!"

There is definitely no mistake. Lu Nanxing let out a low howl of excitement, and the howl echoed long and deep in the valley.

After venting a little excitement, he started to dig around the words he had written. Soon, he found a soft spot on the left side of the words.

Lu Nanxing's heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help but take a deep breath. He carefully dug and gradually revealed an irregular hole the size of a bowl or plate.

As the dirt fell, the hole got deeper and deeper.

"...There is."

It was not until about three feet that Lu Nanxing's fingertips suddenly touched a piece of cloth. His eyes widened instantly and his heart almost jumped out of his chest with excitement.

Lu Nanxing forced his hand back, took several deep breaths, and then held it back a little before continuing.

After carefully digging, he could soon clearly see a corner of black cloth emerging from inside. It must be the oilcloth that Zhang Wuji used to wrap the scriptures.

Lu Nanxing held his breath and dug the soil around the cloth bag bit by bit, becoming more and more cautious.

It was only about a foot square, but it took Lu Nanxing nearly an hour to dig it out. Finally, he dug out all the soil. Then he reached in with both hands and carefully took out the cloth bag.

It is only about a foot wide and long, and about four or five inches thick. After being buried in the soil for so long, it has turned into a thick black color like mud.

"Nine Yang Manual!"

Looking at the cloth bag in front of him, Lu Nanxing's eyes were burning, but he suddenly became unusually calm.

After a brief pause, he reached out and opened it.

"This is!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as it was touched, the oilcloth shattered directly like the ashes of burnt rice paper.

Although oilcloth is tough and waterproof, nothing in the world can withstand the erosion of time.

This piece of oilcloth wrapped the Nine Yang Manual. It was first in the ape's belly for a hundred years, and then buried in the soil for another hundred years. How could it still be intact after more than two hundred years? Looking at the black stain on his fingers, Lu Nanxing's heart skipped a beat.

He subconsciously clenched his fists, his heart rose to his throat again, his brows furrowed, and he tried his best to carefully remove the oilcloth that was wrapped around him.

It has been completely rotten and cannot be opened at all, so it can only be peeled off bit by bit.

When the oilcloth is completely removed, the scriptures inside are revealed.

"I……"

Lu Nanxing opened his eyes wide and was stunned.

The scriptures were also destroyed.

A thousand years dry, ten thousand years wet, and only half a year neither dry nor wet.

After losing the protection of the oilcloth, how can ordinary paper withstand the long-term erosion of being buried in the soil?

The pages of the book were stuck together, a pitch-black mass, and had rotted away like a piece of black mud.

It was not until a long time later that Lu Nanxing came to his senses and turned the pages carefully, hoping for a miracle.

Like the oilcloth, the pages could not be separated at all and would decay and crumble at the slightest touch. As for the words on them, they had long been soaked by mud and water, completely rotten together with the paper, and it was impossible to read them clearly.

Lu Nanxing frowned and cleaned it carefully bit by bit.

"Eh~!"

After cleaning up the two-finger-thick rotten books, a hint of yellow suddenly appeared underneath!
Lu Nanxing, who had almost given up hope just now, suddenly saw hope again. His heart rose to his throat again. He took another deep breath and quickly cleared away the black rotten books bit by bit.

"Great!"

After a moment, some yellowed papers were finally completely revealed, and Lu Nanxing was so excited that he almost jumped up.

It turns out that not all scriptures have rotted away!
After the oilcloth was corroded, it was still completely wrapped around the scriptures due to the squeezing of the mud. However, due to the decay, it was no longer tight enough. Therefore, the gaps in the folded oilcloth on the upper part could no longer prevent the mud and water from seeping in. The scriptures inside were corroded layer by layer by the mud and water, so they rotted from top to bottom.

Fortunately, Lu Nanxing arrived not too late, and not all the scriptures were destroyed. Some of them were still preserved.

"Can't see clearly..."

After removing the black rotten book, the yellowed paper underneath was still tightly stuck together. If you forcefully separate them, the fragile paper will immediately collapse and break.

In fact, there is no need to separate them. The writing on them has long been blurred and scattered, and is completely unrecognizable.

Lu Nanxing frowned and cleaned the pages one by one as carefully as possible until the second volume of the scriptures was almost empty. Only on the bottom few pages could a few words occasionally be barely recognizable.

"... rush to Yang... go to Fengfu..."

Finally there were some words. Lu Nanxing was so excited that he quickly cleared a piece of space nearby and copied the words with a branch.

Compared to the complete corrosion of the first volume, the corrosion of the second volume was also quite severe, with only a few words remaining in the end, no more than twenty-three words.

Looking at the transcript on the ground, Lu Nanxing frowned and continued to flip through the pages.

By the time I got to the third volume, the condition was much better than the second volume, but the pages were still seriously sticky, and many of the words were scattered or blurred and unrecognizable.

The four volumes of Nine Yang Magic Art were written in the gaps of the Lankavatara Sutra. How much space could there be between the lines? It can be seen that the characters were originally small.

Just like before, Lu Nanxing tried his best to identify them and then wrote them down one by one.

Although it was better than the second volume, most of the words were still illegible, and Lu Nanxing could only read a hundred words in the end.

The third volume has been completed, and only the final fourth volume remains.

With the three scrolls above to block the mud and water, the situation is much better. Most of the papers can be separated and almost half of the text on them can be recognized.

Since the pages of the book had already aged and were difficult to preserve, Lu Nanxing chose to copy them down.

In this way, when the four volumes of the Nine Yang Manual or the remaining parts were copied, a total of nine hundred and sixty-seven characters were obtained, which was less than a thousand words.

"Less than a thousand words."

Looking at the words that took two hours to copy on the ground, Lu Nanxing didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed.

The Nine Yang Manual was found, but it was already damaged.

Although it was damaged, at least nearly a thousand words were left behind.

After a long silence, Lu Nanxing let out a long sigh, as if everything was destined.

If he had come a few years earlier, he might have been able to obtain the complete Nine Yang Manual, but if he had come two years later, he would probably not have been able to obtain even a single word.

Bad luck or luck, who can tell?

In addition, in addition to the four volumes of Nine Yang Manual, there are two more scriptures below.

First, the medical classics of Hu Qingniu, the medical immortal of Diegu, were also corrupted, but about 60 to 70 percent of them were still readable.

Hu Qingniu's medical skills were not inferior to Ping Yizhi's, and this medical classic was the result of his life's hard work. But Lu Nanxing was not interested in curing diseases and saving lives, so he didn't think it was a pity.

At the bottom is Wang Nangu's Poison Sutra. Although the pages are also old, they are still clearly readable.

Wang Nangu is Hu Qingniu's wife, but she is good at poisoning. Her favorite thing to do is to poison her husband and let him detox for fun. This book on poisons records all her skills in using poison.

Lu Nanxing has a small wooden tripod, so he is not afraid of poison, but he can refer to and study how to use poison.

“Is it really God’s will?”

Mud and water seeped in through the gaps in the oilcloth seal, so the higher the books were, the more corroded they became.

If Zhang Wuji had placed the four volumes of the Nine Yang Manual down there, he would have at least gotten half of it, not to mention more.

Even though it's only half of it, such a peerless magical skill is already very good.

Unfortunately, Zhang Wuji put the scriptures of Hu Qingniu and his wife at the bottom, and in the end Lu Nanxing only got less than a quarter of the Nine Yin Scriptures.

Everything has its destiny. Shouldn't a magical skill like the Nine Yang Divine Art continue to circulate in the world?
Talented people are envied by God, and the same is true for classics.

For example, Hua Tuo's Qing Nang Book was thrown into the fire, and in the end only some small methods for castrating chickens and pigs were left.

It seems that only the classics of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism can be passed down from generation to generation and remain popular.

"never mind."

Lu Nanxing felt a lot of emotion at the moment and laughed at himself. As a martial artist, how could he guess the will of heaven?

Then, he took off the sweatshirt underneath his cotton coat. Since he had no pen or ink, he simply cut his finger and copied the words on the ground onto the white sweatshirt.

After a while, he finished copying and checked again and again to make sure there were no errors. Only after the bloodstains had completely dried did Lu Nanxing breathe a sigh of relief.

In this way, the four volumes of incomplete scriptures were preserved.

As for Hu Qingniu's medical classics and Wang Nangu's poison classics, Lu Nanxing was too lazy to copy them and just put them away.

Although the pages of the book were rotten, they would not rot if touched. Even if they were damaged, he was not a doctor, so it was not a pity.

"I don't know which meridian was opened."

After everything was ready, Lu Nanxing sat on the ground to rest.

I was just bitten by a colorful snow spider, which completely lit up the centipede picture.

I'm only focusing on the Nine Yang Manual, but I don't even know which meridian has been opened up.

(End of this chapter)