Lin Sheng was a little speechless. He did not want to provoke the other party, but this guy still wanted to find superiority in him.
"I know very well what I'm doing and what I plan to do in the future. Brother Zhenyu, you should worry more about yourself. I heard from my classmate that you brought a girl to the People's Hospital to pay. I don't know if it's true? "
Lin Zhenyu's expression froze for a moment before it slowly stiffened.
He thought that he had done it very secretly, but he did not expect that Lin Sheng would know. He even said it in front of his father.
"Don't talk nonsense!" He suddenly became a little anxious. After all, he was only a 19-year-old young man and was not shrewd. As soon as this sentence came out, Second Uncle and Lin Zhounian immediately knew what was going on.
Lin Sheng shook his head in his heart. While the two elders' expressions changed slightly, they began to interrogate Lin Zhenyu, and he quickly threw out everything he knew. He even included the girl's appearance and dressing.
To put it bluntly, he did not hear about it at all, but saw it with his own eyes in the hospital.
Leaving his cousin Lin Zhenyu in a mess, Lin Sheng got up and went out of the living room to quickly wash up.
He did not have time to waste. Studying for the college entrance examination and learning Gourenne required a lot of time and energy.
There were very few things that could make Lin Sheng so fascinated.
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…
Soon, as time went by, a month had passed.
Lin Sheng almost did not stop studying, and finally managed to translate the important pages of the book.
In order to save time, Lin Sheng mainly chose a few pages with pictures.
He did not choose these parts at random, but carefully selected them according to the marks below the pictures.
Every picture depicted a posture. A person was holding a long sword in a pose.
And the corresponding text was more of an explanation of the pictures.
After a long time of identification, Lin Sheng confirmed that most of the other parts of the book were narrative, but the pages with pictures were formal explanatory text.
This was also the key to translating these pages.
Swish.
Lin Sheng gently flipped through the notes filled with various Chinese characters.
He sat in front of his desk, frowning, still immersed in the translation.
"A total of five pages have been translated. There weren't many words on the page, so the translation speed was much faster … I used the Chinese characters from my previous world to record the information, so there definitely wouldn't be any leaks. This way, it would be much safer. But the content … "
Lin Sheng hesitated.
The translated diagram was obviously a way to practice swordsmanship.
He stared at the simple pattern he had copied.
The style and style, as well as the accompanying text, all described vital points and one-hit kills. With one look, one could tell that it wasn't just for show. It was a killing technique used in actual combat.
"Swordsmanship that originated from a book in my dream … Could it be real? Don't let your body have problems if you practice it. That would be terrible."
In the first picture, a person was holding a long sword and stabbing forward with one hand. There were many arrows and text annotations on the edge of his body.
It looks simple, but the heart of it is the comments around it.
"More importantly, although today's society is not as developed as firearms in my previous world, firearms are rampant. Cold weapons have no other use other than to train the body."
Lin Sheng frowned and thought again.
"However, there might be something special about the swordsmanship in this dream. And the hierarchy mentioned many times in the book. "
From the subsequent translation, Lin Sheng learned a little about the hierarchy mentioned by the author of the book, Swordsman Ravel.
The book occasionally mentioned high-level warriors that Ravel had encountered on the battlefield.
Those high-level warriors had superhuman physiques, terrifying strength and speed. They wore heavy and huge armor and were almost like war machines.
The description of the battle instantly overturned Lin Sheng's previous guess.
Originally, he had guessed that the battlefield in the book should be in the era of ordinary cold weapons. However, the exaggerated appearance of the high-level warriors made him understand.
If the content of the book was real, then the high-level warriors in it might also be real.
"Ravel mentioned that when a warrior reaches Level 3 and above, he can slowly train and improve his physique …"
Lin Sheng recalled.
"If … if all this is real …" Lin Sheng swallowed hard.
He looked at the graphics and text that he had translated. The details of the content did not seem to be something that he could have imagined.
There were a total of five pictures. Put together, they formed the most famous swordsmanship move of Swordsman Ravel — Furious Strike.
"It's a simple but effective move." Although Lin Sheng had not seen any martial arts related to it, he could feel how ferocious the move was just by looking at the graphics.
The five diagrams were linked together to form a single move.
The small person in the picture would slash the opponent diagonally with a long sword from top to bottom. Once hit, the result would be death on the spot.
Lin Sheng gently exhaled and closed the notebook in front of him.
"I'll try it tonight and see what the other books are about. Also, maybe I should leave the manor and take a look outside. There are so many things in the manor. What about the outside? What is the outside? Why haven't I seen a single living thing in the manor for so long? It's always dark outside the window too. "
With a lot of doubts, Lin Sheng washed up, took off his clothes and went to bed.
He went to visit his grandfather in the hospital today. For some reason, seeing his grandfather lying on the sickbed with white hair, Lin Sheng suddenly had an indescribable feeling in his heart.
It was not sadness.
His grandfather did not treat his family well, and the relationship between them was extremely thin. However, when there was real trouble, the first one to pay without hesitation was his family.
Putting all these aside, the person that Lin Sheng saw was not his own family.
It was just a broken old man with one foot in the grave.
The fragility of life like a candle in the wind and rain made his heart skip a beat.
"Forget it. Let's not think so much. I'll go to the dream today and see if I can leave the manor." Lin Sheng lay in the quilt and slowly closed his bright eyes.
In just a few minutes, he fell asleep with ease.
After a moment of blur, his consciousness quickly became clear.
"Phew …"
Lin Sheng slowly opened his eyes and let out a long breath. He looked at the short mahogany table in front of him and the swordsmanship manual on the table.
"I'm here again."
He looked left and right.
It was still the study room from before. There were no windows, only a door leading to the living room. Beside him were two large bookshelves, and the red bookshelves were filled with thick tomes.
Lin Sheng stood up and looked at the bookshelves carefully.
Previously, he took books from the top of the left bookshelf. This time, he decided to try from the right bookshelf.
Without hesitation, he quickly took a book from the right bookshelf and flipped through it.
"Hmm?" He suddenly frowned and stopped what he was doing.
There were words on the cover of the book in his hand, but they were completely blurred. After flipping it open, all the words inside were also blurred.
Some of them were even messy characters and lines.
Lin Sheng's heart sank. He quickly put down the book and took out a red bookshelf from the right bookshelf.
He quickly opened the book. The pages inside were also blurred.
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