Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 265 Passing on the Kung Fu
More than 300 people marched forward quickly

Zhou Leng looked at these people. Most of them were from the Dragon Country, with a few from other countries.

When they were still a few dozen meters away from the gate of Guhe Sect, Zhou Leng walked out and said to the staff, "I want to wait for my teacher Zhao Nandi."

He turned to look at the others and said, "You go in first, don't delay."

"Let's wait together." Zhang Xinglie also came out.

The other dozen or so people took a look at the gate, walked out of the team and stood with Zhou Leng.

The people behind hurried forward.

A group of people came over, and Zhou Leng turned to look at someone.

I didn't know him before, but that person seemed to look at me a few times intentionally or unintentionally.

After the man walked into the gate, Zhou Leng looked at Rao Mingxian, and Rao Mingxian nodded.

After all the trial participants entered, Zhao Nandie had not arrived yet.

Someone in the team looked anxious, and seeing that no one else spoke, he said anything.

Zhou Leng said: "If you are in a hurry, you can go in first."

"No hurry, no hurry..." several people said with a smile.

Song Juesi said, "It doesn't matter a moment. The divine text experts haven't come in yet, so why should we be in such a hurry?"

A group of people walked in through the gate and came over quickly.

Leading the group was the Tyrannical Blood, whose mixed-blood appearance was particularly eye-catching.

Zhou Leng and the others all bowed their heads and greeted the Blood of Tyranny. After all, they were fellow disciples before.

Tyrannical Blood also nodded in return and walked into the door.

Following behind was a team of divine text experts.

Zhao Nandi is among a team of white-haired experts.

She waved to Zhou Leng, and Zhou Leng walked over.

While Zhou Leng's body was blocking everyone, Zhao Nandi took out an old jade plaque with a red rope, stood on tiptoe, asked Zhou Leng to lower his head, and hung the jade plaque around Zhou Leng's neck.

She put the jade token into Zhou Leng's clothes, straightened his collar, and gently patted the jade token through his clothes.

"Okay." Zhao Nandi looked at Zhou Leng with soft eyes, like an older sister.

"Let's go in together."

Zhou Leng and Zhao Nandi walked towards them together, and the rest of the people followed the team of experts and entered one after another.

The two entered last.

Passing through the water-film-like light gate, a wide square appears before your eyes. The dark blue square stone slabs are neatly arranged, brand new, clean and free of dust.

It is surrounded by mountains and shrouded in clouds and mist.

It is located on the top of a mountain, with no walls on all sides.

At the end of the square stands a black hall in oriental style.

In front of the main hall, there stands a copper furnace.

The appearance of the copper furnace is exactly the same as the broken copper furnace excavated before.

No one moved, they just stood where they were and looked at the expert on divine writing.

Only Tyrannical Blood looked at it and walked straight towards a side door.

Zhao Nandi took Zhou Leng to where the experts were.

The experts chatted for a while, and one of the old men looked at the trial-taker.

"We don't know much about this trial, but we will do our best to help everyone."

"Of course, if you want to go on your own, we won't stop you."

One person asked: "May I ask why Tyrannical Blood is here? Should we follow him?"

"I have nothing to say about the matter of Tyrannical Blood. However, don't worry, he will never harm anyone. If I must say, he and we are on a different path, so don't follow him."

"Okay, those who want to go on their own can leave. Those who want to come together can follow us."

No one spoke, and the experts turned and walked forward.

Many people followed.

The remaining people looked at each other and followed.

The experts first walked to the copper furnace.

Observe and discuss around the copper furnace.

Zhou Leng walked around the bronze furnace, looked at the inscription on it, thought for a moment, and understood the general idea.

The above is a sacrificial text. It seems to be of little use if you say it is useful, and it is useless if you say it is useless, but these inscriptions are treasures if they are placed outside.

Zhou Leng took out the magic watch, walked around the copper furnace, and recorded all the inscriptions.

Zhao Nandi discussed with the experts for a while, then walked up to Zhou Leng, leaned close to Zhou Leng's ear, and whispered, "Ask Elder Song for his opinion. Pretend you don't know his identity, and just treat it as a normal discussion of the divine text."

"it is good……"

Zhou Leng walked up to Mr. Song and used the magic watch to chat with him in text.

"Mr. Song, I have to trouble you again. Pretend to send me a message so that Zhao Nandi will think that you are guiding me and use me to announce the contents of the divine text."

Old Song nodded and pretended to send a message to Zhou Leng.

Zhao Nandi became more convinced when he saw Mr. Song typing quickly.

Zhou Leng pretended to look at him for a while, then walked over to Zhao Nandie.

"Well, what did Mr. Song say?"

"Mr. Song said that you can definitely guess that these sacred texts are typical sacrificial inscriptions. It is too difficult to translate them specifically. If they are useful, we will translate them later. It takes a long time to translate them now."

"Sure enough...what do the eight divine words at the beginning mean? We all think they are the most important."

"Old Song really said that the eight divine texts praise eight particularly powerful starry sky gods, which are roughly equivalent to the top-level Three Pure Ones, Four Imperial Gods and Five Elders in our mythology. For example, among them..."

Zhou Leng explained the part that he could understand, but he really couldn't understand most of it.

This kind of sacrificial inscription is more complicated than ordinary sacred inscriptions.

"So that's it..." Zhao Nandi suddenly realized and analyzed it carefully.

Zhou Leng whispered, "Mr. Song's idea is that you should not expose him. If there is something that needs to be revealed, just say that you came up with it."

"This...is not good..." "It's not bad. Mr. Song doesn't care about these false reputations."

Zhao Nandi thought for a moment and said, "Then I will mark these contents in the future, and all the contribution points I get will be given to the mysterious master. That's it."

As Zhao Nandi spoke, he walked to the middle of the experts and stated his guesses about the eight divine texts.

The experts studied it carefully; some remained silent, some applauded loudly, and some nodded repeatedly.

"A good teacher produces good students. I am convinced, old man."

"That's right. Although we had some guesses before, we were still unsure. Now that you mention it, it's true."

Zhao Nandi's face was calm, but his heart was pounding.

The experts gathered around the bronze furnace to study it. Some warriors lost their patience and walked towards the main hall and wandered around the square.

Zhou Leng originally wanted to walk around, but he was attracted by the inscription on the bronze furnace and continued to study it.

The more I study the first eight words, the more fascinated I become.

These eight sacred texts seem to contain a special power that cannot be described, but is fascinating.

However, some of the inscriptions later on do not have this feeling.

At this time, someone whispered, "Practice quickly, the spiritual energy here is very strange."

Everyone tried it, and then they all kept silent and sat on the ground to practice.

After a while, Zhang Xinglie stood up and walked over to remind Zhou Leng.

"The spiritual energy here is very strong, probably hundreds of times stronger than the outside world, and its properties are peculiar. Don't study the divine text with them, and practice as soon as possible."

"Okay, I'll take a look and then practice."

Seeing that Zhou Leng had his own ideas, Zhang Xinglie walked to the open space and sat cross-legged to practice.

Zhou Lengleng vaguely felt that comprehending these eight sacred texts was far more important than these spiritual energies.

In the past, Zhou Leng could only memorize the divine texts one by one.

But as my level of divine writing has improved, I can now remember many at a time.

The disadvantage of this way of remembering is that it will take a long time to remember everything.

The advantage is that by memorizing multiple divine texts in succession, you can gain a more complete understanding of the meanings and it feels different.

Zhou Leng simply memorized these eight words in one breath.

These eight words are engraved on a copper furnace, and what the human eye sees is a non-three-dimensional sacred text.

At the beginning, what came to my mind were also eight non-three-dimensional words.

After an unknown amount of time, the eight divine characters actually slowly changed and turned into complete three-dimensional divine characters, slowly rotating.

Once the three-dimensional sacred text rotates, many grammars and semantics will become more accurate.

Zhou Leng knew very well that these eight words contained special power. He was not greedy at all and did not pursue the meaning first, but only memorized the basic information.

Time passed slowly, and the experts on divine writings spent several hours studying the bronze furnace.

Some warriors practiced for a while, but their true energy was full and they could not continue practicing, so they started wandering around.

Suddenly, a scream came from the front.

"Fake..."

Everyone looked in shock and saw a ray of light passing by the door of the hall in front of them, and only half of the body of a person was left.

The remaining half of the body, like the upper body, quickly dispersed like sand blown by the wind and disappeared without a trace.

There were several Western warriors standing in front of the hall. When they saw their teammates die, they retreated one after another with pale faces.

Several experts on divine writing snorted and continued to study the divine writing.

The rest of the warriors all walked back obediently and waited quietly for the result from the Divine Text Expert.

Three hours later, Zhao Nandi clapped his hands and cleared his throat.

Everyone looked at her.

Zhao Nandi said: "You also saw the death just now. According to our preliminary judgment, we need to take some steps to start the trial. How to do it specifically may be related to this copper furnace."

"However, researching the copper furnace takes a long time, so I hope you can be more patient and less impetuous."

"After all, this is a dignified starry sky sect that governs multiple planets, and its strength is far above the Ten Realms."

"So, we have to observe basic etiquette."

"Remember, we are guests, not robbers."

"The experts are right." Many people agreed.

The faces of the warriors who had tried to break into the hall turned red and white.

After Zhao Nandi finished speaking, he walked to Zhou Leng's side, squatted gently, and a faint fragrance filled the air.

"Did Mr. Song say anything?"

Zhou Leng pointed at the copper furnace and said, "The first eight words have great significance, and the last eight words are also very important. If nothing unexpected happens, we will have to perform a simple sacrifice before we can enter the main hall. Have you read the words on the plaque in the main hall?"

“I read it, but I didn’t study it.”

"The words on the main hall mean 'Transmission Hall'. To be more precise, it is the Outer Sect Transmission Hall. This should be the place where the Ancient River Sect is responsible for teaching the skills."

"I see."

"Do you have any questions?"

Zhao Nandi asked some questions and Zhou Leng answered some of them.

Zhao Nandi has been studying divine texts since he was young, and his love for divine texts has been integrated into his life.

She learned new knowledge of the divine text, and when she stood up, her face was calm, but her heart was full of joy, and her steps were light.

She went back to discuss and exchange ideas with the experts on divine texts.

The experts on divine writing realized something was wrong after listening to just a few sentences.

Not to mention Zhao Nandi, even if Zhao Nandi’s academician teacher came here, it would be impossible for him to crack so much content so quickly.

The experts asked questions one after another, but Zhao Nandi just said that he had his own difficulties but couldn't say them out.

So, these smart experts recalled the ticket distribution, and then looked around for people, and found that Zhao Nandi always discussed with Zhou Leng, and Zhou Leng was only Zhao Nandi's disciple, but he often went to find Song Juesi.

So... the experts finally looked at Song Juesi, the oldest trial-taker.

It dawned on me.

(End of this chapter)