After reading the Daoist book for a while, Zhang Yan shook his head and put it down.
Bian Qiao sneered and said in a strange tone, "What is it? Does Junior Apprentice Brother have any difficulties?"
Zhang Yan sighed and said, "It's just a scraped up breathing technique. It should be the work of a senior who wrote it for fun. Those who don't know the truth are easily fooled. If Steward Bian wants to cultivate, I think the 'Pure Qi Scripture' is more suitable for you to get started."
Bian Qiao was startled and his face darkened. This Daoist book was, as Zhang Yan had said, faked using the Eroded Runes. In fact, it was very unorthodox. Those who did not study the Eroded Runes for a long time would not be able to easily see through it. When he got it, he wanted to sell it for a good price. Today, he just happened to use it to deal with Zhang Yan. He thought that even if Zhang Yan could decipher it, if he did not see through it, he could still use it to ridicule Zhang Yan and humiliate him. He did not expect that Zhang Yan would seize the opportunity to ridicule him. He could not explain himself and could not help but feel depressed.
At this time, someone in the crowd exclaimed, "This Zhang Yan did not use bamboo chips to decipher the Eroded Runes!"
As soon as this was said, many people around also noticed this detail and were puzzled. Yes, why did they not see Zhang Yan using bamboo chips?
They could not be blamed for their lack of knowledge. After all, there were very few people who could afford to pay a master. Even if they could get their hands on a Daoist book, it would be a copy that had already been deciphered. No one had ever seen someone who did not need bamboo chips to decipher the Eroded Runes. The few people who understood the reason looked at Zhang Yan with surprise and admiration.
Zhang Yan was calm and relaxed. He smiled and said, "Steward Bian, do you need me to write another copy?"
"No need!"
Bian Qiao snorted, and with a sweep of his hand, the Daoist book on the table fell to the ground. With a gloomy face, he took out another Daoist book. First, he slowly raised it up, and then he loosened his hand, letting it fall on the stone table. The corner of his mouth curled up, and with a fake smile, he said, "I'll have to trouble Shidi to take a look."
Bian Qiao sneered inwardly. It had to be known that there were complex and simple etchings as well. When Hu Shengyu first read this Daoist book, he had also had to carefully decipher it. Even if Zhang Yan was more proficient in the Dao of Etchings, could he compare to Hu Shengyu?
Taking a step back, he had Hu Shengyu's original interpretation in his hand. Even if Zhang Yan could interpret it, it would definitely be full of mistakes. With a comparison, he would be exposed!
Just now, he could see that Zhang Yan's words were sharp. Once he let him hit his sore spot, he would not be able to do anything to him. All he had to do was wait for Zhang Yan to make a mistake, and then he would immediately attack. He would not give Zhang Yan any time to speak, and he would make sure that it was true!
Seeing Bian Qiao's expression, Zhang Yan knew that this Daoist book was not simple. However, he did not cower in fear. Instead, his interest was piqued. After reading it carefully, he found that it was indeed a little difficult, but he could handle it with his ability. He actually felt a little disappointed.
Just now, he found that as his cultivation increased, his mind became clearer when deciphering the etchings. It was like a clear spring, untainted by a speck of dust. Even his speed was faster than usual. It seemed that he did not need to use that trump card for the time being.
After flipping through a few more pages, he found that this was a good Daoist technique. Suddenly, an idea popped into his mind. He originally wanted to make a name for himself. Wasn't this a rare opportunity?
Having made up his mind, he sped through the pages. When he was done, he closed the Daoist book and sat down with his eyes closed.
Seeing his actions, everyone was stunned. Did this Daoist book stumble Zhang Yan?
Bian Qiao's eyelids twitched. His eyes were much sharper than everyone else's, and he had a bad feeling about this.
After a while, Zhang Yan opened his eyes and said, "This book is called 'Aperture Cleansing Diagram', and the technique is' Aperture Opening Divine Pass, Cleansing Spirit Pill '…"
Surprisingly, Zhang Yan didn't need to read the book at all. He only read it once and began to decipher it word by word. The crowd gasped in surprise. Obviously, Zhang Yan's actions had shocked them. Not long after, Zhang Yan's clear voice rang out, and the whispering crowd quieted down. Their attention was gradually drawn to the contents of the Daoist book.
Bian Qiao was dumbfounded. He trembled as he took out a copy of the book from his sleeve and compared it to what Zhang Yan was reciting. Cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and the more he read, the more sweat appeared on his forehead.
Although the language used in the copy was slightly different from Zhang Yan's, that was only a difference in language habits and knowledge. The meaning was more or less the same. Moreover, because Zhang Yan had deliberately spoken in a simple manner, his words were more fluent and easy to understand. If it weren't for the fact that this Daoist book was recently read by Hu Shengyu, Bian Qiao would have thought that Zhang Yan had already read it once.
For a moment, only Zhang Yan's voice was left on the Thousand Feet Cliff. It wasn't very loud, but it had a deep aura.
This Daoist book was called 'Aperture Cleansing Diagram'. It focused on how to temper one's acupoints and meridians according to the time. Most of the people present had never heard of such a superior method. Now that they heard it, they knew that it was rare to find a true method. Everyone held their breath and listened with rapt attention.
Bian Qiao's face was pale. He didn't think that this Zhang Yan would be so powerful. Once this technique was leaked, he wouldn't be able to bear the blame from Hu Shengyu. Looking at Zhang Yan's posture, it seemed that he wanted to read the entire Daoist book from beginning to end, word for word. For a moment, he didn't have the time to feel sorry for himself. He picked up the purple clay teapot and threw it to the ground.
With a loud "bang", Zhang Yan's voice also stopped. He raised his head to look at the trembling Bian Qiao, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
Everyone finally came back to their senses. They all had a look of regret. When they looked at Zhang Yan, their faces were full of admiration. When they looked at Bian Qiao, their gazes were full of resentment. At this time, a series of 'putong putong' sounds were heard. The people in the front row all fell to the ground. It turned out that when they were listening to Zhang Yan's interpretation of the Daoist book, everyone's body unconsciously leaned forward. Their chests were pressed against each other's back. The people standing in the front were now relaxed and naturally couldn't stand still.
Among them, there were some impatient people who sat down on the spot and meditated. The crowd didn't disturb them and consciously made a circle.
Zhao Ying was originally also listening attentively. According to the Daoist book, his inner Qi was constantly cleansing his body. He only felt that he was immersed in a mysterious realm. His whole body was warm and he couldn't extricate himself. Now that he had woken up, he secretly thought that this little thief seemed to be really capable. But why did big brother vomit blood? Was it really as big brother said? She was too impatient? Did she really blame a good person? For a moment, she looked at Zhang Yan with a complicated expression.
Bian Qiao took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his temples. He was relieved. He originally thought that this Daoist book was enough to stump Zhang Yan. He didn't expect that Zhang Yan would be so powerful.
When he came here, he had prepared a total of three Daoist books. Each one was more profound than the one before. But he had never thought of taking out the last one. It was actually just a Daoist formula. Hu Shengyu had another use for it. If he took it out now, if Hu Shengyu investigated …
But in front of hundreds of people, he was forced into a corner by Zhang Yan. If he retreated now, it could be said that he had lost all his face. He was afraid that in the future, those guys would step on his face. Now that the arrow was on the bow, there was no choice but to release it!
His face twitched. He clenched his teeth and took out a thin piece of yellow paper. "This incantation only has sixteen eroded characters. Since the first two Daoist books weren't difficult for Junior Brother Zhang, this one should be easy for you!"
This Daoist formula, Song of Song, although it only had sixteen characters, it contained sixty-four kinds of Daoist songs. When decoding it, as long as one was missing, it would not be considered a success.
More importantly, this Daoist formula was time-consuming to deduce. It was not something that could be deduced in a day.
Bian Qiao stared at Zhang Yan. He didn't believe that he could pass this time!
Picking up the thin paper, Zhang Yan furrowed his brows imperceptibly. He could see that even though there were only a few words in this Daoist Incantation, it was difficult and abstruse, and the etchings used were also unusual. There were many variations hidden in it, and it was not as simple as what Bian Qiao had said.
He waved the thin paper in his hand and said in a low voice, "Steward Bian, this Daoist formula seems simple but is actually difficult. It takes a lot of time to deduce, so you may have to wait for a long time."
Bian Qiao had absolute confidence in this Daoist formula. He looked at the sky. It was already midnight. He thought to himself, So what if Zhang Yan can deduce until tomorrow? Won't the result be the same? So he waved his hand and said, "No problem. Let's set the time limit tonight. I believe that Junior Brother Zhang won't be able to decipher a mere sixteen eroded characters, right?"
Although Bian Qiao spoke generously, Zhang Yan made a rough calculation and found that it would take at least three days to completely decipher this Daoist book even if he didn't sleep or rest.
He couldn't help but sneer. At this moment, if it was someone else, they would indeed be stumped. But if it was him …
He reached out and grasped the remnant of the jade hidden in his sleeve. His mind sank into it.
Soon, his consciousness arrived in a strange space.
This was the greatest secret of this remnant of the jade. There was a "clone" of himself in the jade. Not only did it look exactly the same, but its senses and spirit were also completely identical. It was like a mirror image of the original body.
As soon as his mind entered the remnant of the jade, the originally motionless "self" immediately became lively, as if it had suddenly come to life.
Even if this clone sat or lay down, it would not affect his original body. They were both independent of each other, but also integrated into one body.
The most amazing thing about this was that the time and space inside the jade was not synchronized with the outside world.
He had used the method of silently reciting scriptures to calculate the time and roughly deduced that one day in the jade was equivalent to ten days in the outside world.
With this remnant of the jade, he could use ten times the time to think and learn. No one could compare to him when it came to deducing the eroded characters.
Zhang Yan silently looked at the time. It was about noon now, which was around ten o 'clock in the morning. By night time, it would be about twelve hours. If he calculated it by ten times, that would be 120 hours. To him, that was a full five days!
He smiled and sat upright in the jade. Using his hand as a token, he began to pinch his fingers to calculate the sixteen characters.
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