Summon the Big Boss

Chapter 826 Divine Book
Zhang Lu is learning the language and characters of the Xinertai people.

In the information society, those who are willing to learn can always find ways to acquire knowledge.

Of course, the environment can also provide some necessary help.

Every month on vacation, Zhang Lu would go to the city of Adansur, find some Moors or friendly Xinertai people, and have brief exchanges in the language and characters of the Xinertai people.

The ancient scroll that Yan Yu left behind was not simple.

It is impossible for Zhang Lu to be like a fool, holding it all over the street to ask for advice.

As for after dismantling it separately, I can find a translator online.

Zhang Lu didn't do that.

He couldn't be sure whether some of his actions were being monitored.

Even if not, it is still necessary for him to systematically learn the language and characters of the Xinertai people, and understand their culture and civilization.

This is like, if a Westerner gets an Eastern martial arts secret book, even if they get a complete translation, they may not be able to fully understand the words and connotations in it.

The probability of being obsessed with forced practice is high.

Fortunately, the writing of the Xinertai people is not too complicated.

It is derived from the ancient Neo-Arabic language family and is a variant of it.

The modern Nordic language derived from the Neo-Arabic language family is the most commonly used language in today's society.

Its versatility far exceeds the Wei language officially used by Xuan Guo.

After all, Zhang Lu graduated from university, and Nord has passed the eighth level, so he has a certain foundation in this regard.

After several months of study, Zhang Lu has been able to have sufficient daily communication with some Xinertai people.

At the same time, I also have a more comprehensive and real understanding of the Xinertai people.

In the eyes of other ethnic groups in the Xuan Kingdom... especially the Wei people.

Xinertai people represent trouble.

In the city of Adan Sur, the Xinertai are not only troublesome, but also synonymous with danger and laziness.

At the foot of Nanshan Mountain, the government invited people to plant cotton and wheat. They only need to start the machine and harvest it in exchange for money.

But most Xinertai people are unwilling to pay such labor.

They are more willing to take it directly from the government through riots and demonstrations, or even more violent actions.

When getting something for nothing becomes a habit, it is not easy to return to hard work.

However, this is actually just a vague wrong impression brought by a very small number of Xinertai people.

Most of the Xinertai people were actually kidnapped and represented by that very small part.

Most of the Xinertai people live in the vast frontier territory. The snow-capped mountains, deserts, wilderness, and the vast high-sky galaxy next door are the most familiar scenery for them.

Most of them can't speak guard words, so they can't convey their thoughts to the outside world.

Some of the benefits allocated to them were directly banned inexplicably because of their incomprehension.

Of course, the ethnic contradictions in the Aldan Sur region cannot be fully explained with just a few words.

When trying to speak is too much voice.

There are too many people who want to take advantage of it and enrich themselves.

Then, if you want to usher in peaceful and stable development, it will become extremely slow.

Most Xinertai people cannot be simply described as kind or simple, nor can they be generally classified into the categories of cunning, vicious, greedy, and lazy.

Perhaps 'plain' would be a better description for them.

In the space and scope of their own existence, they are both self-styled and contented with poverty.

As long as you don't touch and stimulate them, they will not trample or violate wantonly.

And with the development of the times.

There are many places that are developed industrially.

This simple living space is actually being continuously reduced.

It is not difficult to understand that Xinertai people who have no other way of life and survival ability, after being bewitched by religion, do some irrational behaviors.

The above understanding of the Xinertai people seems to have no practical significance.

But it also laid the foundation for Zhang Lu to interpret the ancient scroll of the original god book.

There are seven pages in total.

Each page records a special 'art'.

If you don't know the Xinertai people, you don't know their civilization, culture, and living habits.

It is easy to misunderstand some of the vocabulary recorded in it.

For example, there is a word often appearing in it, which translates to "kowtow three times and bow nine times, calling for the snow mountain".

This is actually not a necessary process for practicing 'skill'.

It's just an act of confession because of their beliefs.

However, through this kind of behavior, they can purify their minds and make it easier for those who practice 'arts' to master these arts.

Those who don't understand the inside story can easily mistake this as a necessary behavior for spiritual practice.

As a result, it turned the cart before the horse, turning the original good magic skills into messy magic skills.

Lay your body flat, with your head facing the direction of Mo La Snow Mountain.

Zhang Lu's breathing, accompanied by a special low-frequency sound shock, lingered in his chest continuously in one breath.

This is helping him to enter a kind of deep sleep like suspended animation.

By reducing the consumption of the body, the mind is liberated.

When thought... or spiritual power enters a special spiritual space.

Accompanied by ancient spells and special symbols sketched.

In Zhang Lu's tightly closed eyes, strange patterns flickered.

"The Eye of the True Source!"

This is one of the seven techniques recorded in the divine book.

It is a spell of the mind, but it is cast through the eyes.

The bearded man who was slapped to death by Zhang Lu had practiced the Eye of True Source.

However, the specific ability of the Eye of True Source is not to control the human body and turn it into a puppet.

That's just the inner desire of the bearded man, which turned into an external expression of strength.

Zhang Lu tried his best to purify his thoughts.

Make yourself pure, let the light of your heart penetrate through your eyes, and achieve the ability to interfere with foreign objects.

However, when he walked into the depths of his heart.

The suppressed pain and hatred surged up.

In the raging fire, he seemed to hear his wife's painful cry and the young son's miserable cry.

When he opened his eyes suddenly, a trace of blood flashed in Zhang Lu's eyes.

Then he let out a long breath, allowing his physical body to fill up.

Mustered up the energy.

Let the body re-engage most of the mind.

"The eye of the true source is the foundation of the seven divine arts. If you don't learn the eye of the true source and open the door to the outside world, then the other six divine arts don't need to be mentioned at all."

"But my heart is hard to calm..." Thinking of this, Zhang Lu stretched out his hand, and tightened his grip on the knife that was placed by the pillow.

He has many options.

All kinds of exquisite and powerful knives produced by high-end industries can be used by him.

However, he still holds the iron toy knife that his son once bought.

This knife not only guarded him, but survived the most difficult six months.

It is also the imprint of his spiritual sustenance and hatred in reality.

The restless Zhang Lu chose to swing the knife.

Use physical fatigue to numb the pain in the heart.

A knife!

A knife!

A knife!

I don't know how long to swing the knife.

Zhang Lu persisted.

Sweat trickled down, soaking the floor.

A ray of sunlight came in from the window, and the brilliance of the morning sprinkled in this small room.

Suddenly, Zhang Lu's eyes flashed blood.

The knife in his hand sank suddenly, and it seemed to be coated with a layer of mighty divine light under the sun.

(End of this chapter)