Jiang Dali and Wang Yuyan entered and their gaze imdiately fell onto the stone wall on the east side.
There, inscribed on the wall, were both images and characters.
What they first saw was the poem "The Knight’s Walk" by the unparalleled poet Li Bai from Tang Country: "Zhao Ke wears the Hu’s tassels, Wu Hook shines frosty and bright. Silver saddles brighten the white horses, dashing like shooting stars. Ten steps to kill one man, a thousand miles without a trace. After the deed, brush off the attire, deeply hiding oneself and one’s na..."
Besides the poem, there was also a depiction of a young scholar, with a fan in his left hand and his right hand in a palm strike, his deanor elegant and free, effortlessly superior.
Beneath the painting, there were nurous characters, all annotations of the poetry, along with interpretations from predecessors, exceedingly complex.
Long Island Master looked at the stone wall and sighed, "Years ago, I found a map. From the tiny characters noted beside it, I carefully deduced that upon the unnad desolate island depicted in the map, there lay a shocking, earth- startling Martial Arts secret... It turned out to be an illustration accompanying an ancient poem, with anings profoundly intricate.
Because of my limited intelligence, I could not understand it, so Brother Mu and I invited capable people from the Martial Arts world to decipher it.
But everyone beca obsessed, and no one returned. This led to the people of the world fearing Hero Island like fearso beasts."
Master Mu said leisurely, "The creator of this Martial Arts was a Great Grandmaster who was ’Shocking the Ancient and Modern,’ unattainably high. He used the poem by Li Bai, the incomparable poet from Tang Country, to express his miraculous Martial Arts. Sadly, we have not penetrated its essence to this day."
"If you’re staring at these extensive annotations trying to analyze the aning of the text, it would be a miracle if you could figure anything specific out."
Jiang Dali thought to himself and yet did not stand on the high ground of soone who had co before to disdain and look down upon others.
Because if he himself had not known the inside story, he would also have been distracted by the text on the mural, painstakingly researching the ssage within the words, yet neglecting the deeper layers behind the text.
Of course, he would not say this out loud. He turned to Wang Yuyan, who was also confused by the text, and transmitted his voice to her, "Try this, don’t mind the text on the mural, forget the aning of the text."
"Ah?!"
Wang Yuyan let out a surprised exclamation, looked at Jiang Dali incredulously, then back at the ssage on the rock wall, and instantly grasped Jiang Dali’s intent.
Both Long Island Master and Master Mu could only sense that Jiang Dali seed to have whispered sothing just now, but they could not comprehend what he had said.
Suddenly, Jiang Dali closed his eyes, reached out his hand to touch the patterns and characters on the stone wall, as if a blind man were reading, and from a single glance, they could not discern any principle.
Similar actions had been attempted by the two of them over the years.
But they had no gains to show for it.
At this mont.
Jiang Dali’s palm touched the stone wall, his breathing steady, his Spirit Platform clear and bright, entering the state of calm and heartlessness of the Extre Realm.
He completely disregarded the aning of the text, only feeling the coarse texture of the stone wall beneath his fingers.
The Martial Arts of "The Knight’s Walk" had to be sought from the pattern, and it was best to forget the text, not to be disturbed by it, sowhat like understanding that is beyond words.
For Jiang Dali, this was like the process in Martial Arts of going from having a set move to forgetting the move.
No move bests having a move, if one totally forgets the shape of the moves, it is forgetting the move, which surpasses having a move, making it impossible for the enemy to counter the moves.
Because there were no moves to begin with, how could they be seen, and how could they be countered?
The sa applied to the text.
Jiang Dali knew well that when humans first appeared, there were no such things as text, not even language existed.
So how did people communicate when there was no text?
It must have been a process of understanding beyond words, where a look, a gesture, was enough for the other party to comprehend. In Martial Arts, this is the highest realm, similar to how in music, silence can be more powerful than sound.
With the hint from Jiang Dali and observing his approach, the intelligent Wang Yuyan naturally understood the deep aning and, feeling admiration inside for the village chief’s astonishing Martial Arts intuition and talent, she followed suit and reached out to touch the stone wall.
At this ti, the two of them were like blind people exploring an elephant, feeling their way across the stone wall, carefully comprehending.
Gradually, in Jiang Dali’s mind, where his palm touched, a sword seed to suddenly appear, emitting sword light in all directions, the Sword Qi awe-inspiring.
Continuing to the next stone chamber and touching further, it was as if a figure was executing an exquisite movent technique, leaping and soaring as though a Banished Immortal.
Later on, it was as if palm and fist shadows were flying heavily, open and close like great mountains and rivers, and then like small bridges and flowing water, unending.
When he touched the tadpole script in the twenty-fourth stone chamber, it was as if soone’s figure appeared seated before him, cross-legged and practicing Inner Strength.
By now, a prompt had already appeared on his interface.
And in his palm, there was now sothing soft.
His eyes suddenly opened, and he found that Wang Yuyan’s hands had, at so point, touched the stone wall and reached his palm, a soft tendril completely covering it as if frozen in place.
Jiang Dali withdrew his hand, "How much longer do you plan to continue?"
"Ah!——"
Wang Yuyan let out a low cry, opened her eyes, and retracted her hands. Her pretty face flushed red with embarrassnt, stamring and not knowing what to say.
Jiang Dali asked indifferently, "Did you have any insight?"
"I... I... yes, oh no, not yet."
Wang Yuyan stuttered in response, her beautiful eyes darting about. Her mind was in chaos at the mont, she was inarticulate, and her mind went blank. Any small insight she might have gained earlier was washed away by a torrent of thoughts.
Jiang Dali glanced at his interface, sighed inwardly, yet he was not disappointed. He turned, expressionless, and spoke to the Dragon and Wood Island Masters, "It’s about ti. Let’s let the Abnormal People co in and have a look."
Master Mu was surprised, "Village Chief, are you giving up so quickly, not contemplating any longer?"
Jiang Dali looked at the stone wall, saying calmly, "There will be other opportunities in the future."
Master Mu was still at a loss.
Long Island Master, however, read sothing in Jiang Dali’s ambitious eyes and inhaled sharply, voicing his doubt, "From your words, could it be that you intend to take the Cultivation Technique from this stone wall?"
These words, when spoken, caused Master Mu to be greatly alard and imdiately vigilant.
"Hehehe... the old ginger is still spicier," Jiang Dali’s eyes flickered, and he stood with his hands behind his back, stating calmly, "This Divine Skill, which you two Island Masters have had for decades without gaining anything, is proof enough that it is not fated for you. I will take it back to my Mountain Village and see if there is anyone destined for it."
"That’s out of the question!"
The Dragon and Wood Island Masters shouted in unison, their eyes flashing with a scary brilliance.
Black Wind Village Chief, do not be too presumptuous. We have already indulged you in many ways before, but if you intend to take away the Divine Skill, we will no longer be polite!"
Jiang Dali sneered, not even looking at the two as he said, "I never asked for your indulgence, and you can be as impolite as you desire now.
The one with the rightful purpose should possess the treasure, just like this Dragon Slayer Sword in my hand. If I had no rightful claim, it wouldn’t be in my hands. Do you understand this principle?"
With that, Jiang Dali glanced at the two with their ugly expressions and said coldly, "Having been unable to comprehend that Divine Skill for decades, do you two really believe you still have a claim to it?"
"You’re going too far."
Long Island Master shouted fiercely, "Do you think that you can comprehend any principle out of it?"
"Indeed."
Jiang Dali slightly lifted his chin, "Just now, I have already perceived a Fist Skill from this ’Supre Mysterious Scripture’. Would you two like to try?"
"Supre Mysterious Scripture?"
Master Mu exclaid in astonishnt, "Are you saying this Divine Skill is called the ’Supre Mysterious Scripture’?"
"After decades of study, you still do not know the na of the Divine Skill, what claim do you two have to it?"
Jiang Dali laughed heartily, his laughter causing the stone chamber to shake violently, dust falling like rain, as if a dragon were roaring within the cave, the ground trembling and the mountains swaying.
"Regardless of what you say, the Divine Skill cannot be taken away today!"
The Dragon and Wood Island Masters, looking grim, roared, their figures lunging simultaneously left and right, and their montum swiftly climbing to a peak, forming a combined attack aid at Jiang Dali.
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