The misty rain of Jiangnan was supposed to be a lingering scenery. Coupled with the gentle breeze, it was intoxicating.
Chen Ang stood in front of the Shengshui Pavilion, holding a scroll in his hands. Beside him was a cup of green tea. Floating in the light green tea were pieces of deep green tea leaves, like small beads, covered with fine hair. With a slight sway, a fragrant aroma wafted into the air.
These pearl-shaped tea leaves were a specialty of the mountains near Lake Tai. The locals called them "Frightening Fragrance", and later generations called them "Biluochun". Incense, scroll, and tea. Chen Ang looked very relaxed. Surrounded by clouds and mist, there was a sense of transcendence in the misty rain.
At this moment, the books piled up beside him were all the books that were still in the Water Perfume Pavilion and the Langxuan Jade Cave. Although the Murong family had taken good care of these precious books, they had never carefully tidied them up. They viewed these secret martial arts books as their exclusive property. How could they easily let others come in and tidy them up and flip through them? Murong Fu alone only picked some famous martial arts books to read. Naturally, he missed a lot of things.
In Langxuan Jade Cave, the Free and Unfettered Sect's classification method was still maintained. There were many empty theories of martial arts, and even some strange and unorthodox things were classified as miscellaneous knowledge. They were scattered messily on the bookshelves. There were many notes and writings that were like reflections, but no one organized them. It seemed that since the Free and Unfettered Sect, these things were not valued.
The fact that they could be preserved was due to the relocation of Langxuan Blessed Land.
Reality proved that many a time, pearls were always hidden in the mud. In the process of organizing these martial arts books, Chen Ang and Huang Chang made many discoveries.
Sometimes, the title of a book could be misleading. Chen Ang found many wondrous things in an incomplete Tang Dynasty copy of "Golden Bell Shield". After thinking about it carefully, he realized that this "Golden Bell Shield" was actually a remnant of "Unbreakable Golden Body". It had a familiar name. Half of the thirty-odd copies of "Golden Bell Shield" in the Water Perfume Pavilion had different contents.
Some of these secret manuals were good, some were bad, some were crude, and some were exquisite and magical. Most of the time, it was just the author's incoherent thoughts, but in Chen Ang's eyes, it was an incomparably precious inspiration and wisdom. Especially the martial arts that were widely spread in Jianghu. There were thirty-seven versions of "Iron Skin" and fifty-one versions of "Eagle Claw".
Even "Flying on Grass" had twelve sects and twenty-nine different versions. Other than the names, the contents were completely different. Chen Ang often used a stack of white paper to record the secrets within in two or three pages. He read thousands of martial arts books every day, and the white paper in front of him became thicker and thicker.
When he finished reading a section, Chen Ang would organize his reading notes, summarizing the summaries and summaries into summaries. Chen Chen Ang would often write a thick stack of white paper. The more he read, the slower the speed at which the white paper increased. Many books that couldn't be divided into different types had to be reclassified.
Time flew, and in the blink of an eye, more than a month had passed. Chen Ang had already finished reading more than half of the books. His notes were also thick, and they were as tall as a palm. He had also accumulated a whole body of notes on summaries and summaries of the books.
Countless martial arts wisdom, some principles summarized by third-rate experts through hard work, secret manuals passed down in sects and revised generation after generation, and the exclusive martial arts and practice notes of some experts were scattered, comprehended, and mastered by Chen Ang. Together with the books in the Imperial Palace, they became his rich accumulation.
Even if he didn't count these, Chen Ang had also discovered hundreds of valuable books in the books of the two sects. What surprised him was that Unfettered Master had annotations on many of the secret manuals, but it seemed that he was the first person to discover them. In the secret manuals on palm techniques and punches, there were some arguments mixed in. When they were sorted out, it was more than half of the "Tianshan Plum Breaking Hand".
Chen Ang even found a few words on the Northern Underworld Divine Skill, the Eight Desolations and Six Directions Supremacy, and the Minor Formless Mental Cultivation Method in some of the notes. He linked these martial arts together and formed a clear martial arts vein. Back then, the Unfettered Master had also gone through these secret manuals to sort out the unique martial arts of the Unfettered School.
Chen Ang copied this path and unexpectedly grasped the thoughts of the Unfettered Master. Many scattered points of wisdom that didn't form into martial arts thoughts became Chen Ang's most precious harvest. This was like an exchange between the two of them that transcended time. The sparks of wisdom collided and sparkled.
With Huang Chang's help, Chen Ang quickly summarized the books that were still in the Water Pavilion and the Jade Cave. There were a total of 36,814 complete books and 3,021 incomplete books. After eliminating the duplicates and meaningless books, and sorting out the inconsistencies into the most complete version, and then correcting the mistakes and finding the mistakes, there were only 9,063 books left in the collection.
Just Chen Ang's reading notes alone had sixty-seven volumes and eighty thousand pages. The project could be said to be huge, and the value was also infinite. These sixty-seven volumes of reading notes, each volume was the world's top martial arts secret manual, or it could be said that the world's martial arts were a collection. Except for the "Yijin Jing", "Six Pulse Divine Sword", and "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms", and a few others, it was a collection of all the martial arts in the world.
This time, Chen Ang had accumulated a lot of knowledge and gained a lot, far beyond his imagination. Huang Chang was so engrossed in it that he forgot to eat and sleep day and night. He studied the Shaolin 72 Consummate Arts and the various martial arts of the Carefree Sect. Chen Ang was sure that he had learned more than the orthodox Carefree Sect disciples and the Shaolin monks.
Huang Chang sighed and thought that Chen Ang's reading notes should not be called "Langhuan Sheng", but "General Principles of the World's Martial Arts". This "General Principles" was obscure, and only those who had read the world's martial arts would be able to understand a thing or two. There were actually not many who were qualified to understand it. There were only two and a half people by Chen Ang's side. Huang Chang was one, Wang Yuyan was the other, and the remaining half was actually Murong Fu.
And Chen Ang's own "General Principles of the World's Martial Arts" was like a heavenly book. Not only did the reader need to be proficient in martial arts, but they also needed to be proficient in medicine, mathematics, divination, astrology, Qimen, Dunjia, and bewitching techniques. Only then would they be able to understand thirty percent of it. If they wanted to understand it all, not only would they need a dozen doctorates on Earth, they would also need to know some alien science.
It seemed that no one could learn this "General Principles of the World's Martial Arts".
"The books of Langhuan and Huanshi can only be counted as forty percent of the world's martial arts. The name" General Principles "does not match the reality." Chen Ang sighed and turned to look at Huang Chang. "Don't be fascinated by the martial arts inside. You have to know that the world's martial arts are endlessly complex, and there are many areas where there are conflicts. You only need to comprehend the wisdom, there is no need to practice."
Huang Chang was puzzled. "The Water Pavilion's martial arts are complete. Even the Inner Palace's martial arts library cannot compare to ten thousandth of it. I carefully counted, and there are only two hundred and twenty scrolls that the Inner Palace has. As for the martial arts that the Water Pavilion does not have, there are even detailed records of the Xixia, Hui, Tubo, and Liao people's martial arts. This is only forty percent of the world's martial arts?"
"Forty percent is just me raising it too high. The principles and wisdom of martial arts can only be described on paper. You also know a thing or two about the low level of knowledge of martial arts in the world. Even if they have some wisdom and ideas, it would be difficult for them to put them into words. Are there not many masters who are illiterate? "Chen Ang said faintly.
Huang Chang was slightly lost in thought. He sighed and said, "The mysteries of the mysteries are difficult to describe!"
Chen Ang felt more and more deeply that martial arts were hidden in all aspects. It was not something that could be described in a secret manual. No wonder the Shaolin Temple was not afraid of their martial arts secret manuals being leaked. This was because the Shaolin Temple's inheritance was not only in the Sutra Depository, but also in meditation, the guidance of a master, the true teachings passed down by word of mouth. There was even a kind of atmosphere, culture, and the way to comprehend the teachings passed down from generation to generation.
Only by using the world as a teacher could one understand the true meaning of the world's martial arts.
Every world had its own scenery. Its inheritance was similarly deep and profound. The difference between a martial art's level should not be its power, but its wisdom. This was because power was easy to obtain, but the state of mind was hard to obtain.
The martial arts of every world were deep and profound. There were countless people who perfected them. Some martial arts that could control the wind and thunder and had boundless power might not be as profound as the light and floating Taiji. It was shortsighted to judge martial arts based on power. How could a fish and a bird be compared?
The path of inner strength was naturally weaker compared to controlling the world's origin energy, wind, fire, and thunder. However, Chen Ang found that this kind of self-sufficient divine ability system was more suitable for him. Who could guarantee that the world's origin energy was of the same nature and expression in every world?
When Chen Ang sensed the origin power, he found that the Sky Dragon World's origin power was almost dead. There was not the slightest ripple. The strength of a Jedi Knight might not be better than a martial artist here.
Chen Ang's eyes were azure blue. He felt the abnormally pure inner strength in his body. It was nourishing his body and spirit. He looked up and smiled.
The dao was not to look down on others. It was to learn from the lowly and discover the brilliance of the ordinary.
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