Yang Zheng came downstairs and went back into his bedroom.

He hid the sharp dagger by the bedside, then picked up the black "tablet-sized" object.

"What the hell is this thing?"

Based on observation, this black object is about 30 centimeters long and about 20 centimeters wide, and looks like a very thin black iron plate.

Its texture is very peculiar, resembling neither iron nor jade.

It feels a bit like a black stone slab, but when you hold it in your hand, it's as light as a plastic sheet.

"Could it be a type of black jade unique to this small world?"

Yang Zheng frowned, picked up the black jade tablet, and examined it carefully from all angles.

The back of the black jade plate is very rough. Although it seems to have been cut flat by something, there is a very obvious frosted feel when you touch it with your fingers.

The front side is much smoother, as if it has been sanded.

He picked up the front of the black jade tablet, brought it close to his eyes, and discovered that many patterns and human figures were faintly engraved on it.

One of the most prominent patterns is a lifelike little figure dressed in ancient robes, standing upright with his hands in a strange gesture.

There are some little figures in the background, but they seem to be covered with a layer of black powder, making them difficult to see.

Many of the dents and grooves were filled with dirt and black powder, which had to be cleaned out.

Yang Zheng put down the black jade plate and found that his hands were covered with black powder, as if he had been holding lumps of coal.

"Let's clean it first and see."

Thinking of this, he took the mysterious black jade plate to the bathroom and kept rinsing it with the tap while also using a brush to scrub off the dirt.

Clumps of dark, dirty water gradually flowed into the drain.

After a short while, the originally pitch-black "black jade plate" gradually turned white.

Upon seeing this, Yang Zheng had a sudden realization: "So it wasn't black after all, it was a piece of white jade, it just got so dirty from being exposed to the sun and rain on the cliff for so long?"

Under his careful washing, a milky white jade slab was completely revealed.

On the cleaned white jade slab, all the patterns and textures were crystal clear.

At the same time, he was surprised to find that there were some strange characters engraved next to those patterns.

The font is so small that it would be impossible to notice it if it hadn't just been cleaned.

Yang Zheng had a vague feeling that this white jade tablet was very mysterious, and the patterns and words engraved on it might be some kind of mysterious cultivation technique within the small world.

Thinking of this, he took the white jade tablet and hurriedly returned to his bedroom.

Under the bright light, all the patterns and designs on the white jade plate were clearly displayed before his eyes.

There are a total of sixteen small human figures on the entire white jade slab.

It is divided into four rows from top to bottom, with four small figures depicted in each row.

Each little figure stands upright, with its hands in different poses and shapes.

The first little figure pattern: This is the first thing Yang Zheng saw. The little figure's hands are open with five fingers spread outwards, and the two thumbs meet at the bottom, forming a U-shaped gap.

The second pattern: The little man's hands are clasped together, with his little finger and thumb touching, and the remaining three pairs of fingers are crossed.

The third pattern: The little man's hands are clenched into fists and pressed together, with his two index fingers extended straight out, forming a marked triangle.

The fourth image: The little man's hands come together again, the two pairs of index and ring fingers retract and hide, while the other three pairs of fingers stand straight and upright...

The remaining twelve patterns are all of little people making various hand gestures, with great or even extremely subtle variations between each gesture.

Soon, Yang Zheng had carefully examined all sixteen of the little figure patterns.

Then, he took a magnifying glass and looked at the strange characters next to the little figure, but he couldn't understand them at all.

"What exactly are these sixteen little figures on it?"

"A finger dance from another world? Obviously impossible!"

"It feels like a mysterious hand seal technique..."

After pondering for a moment, he curiously imitated the little figure on the white jade tablet and began to learn his first hand gesture.

Since he had nothing else to do, he decided to practice and imitate each one in the order listed above.

Soon, Yang Zheng spread his fingers outwards and turned them outwards, with his two thumbs meeting underneath to form a U-shaped gap.

After observation and multiple adjustments, he has achieved a near-perfect reproduction of the gesture, making it exactly the same as the little figure in the pattern.

Sudden,

At that very moment, something strange happened.

The strange energy hidden within his body, which had been flowing steadily and rhythmically in a certain area, was now slowly flowing.

However, just after Yang Zheng placed the first pattern on the white jade plate, the strange flow of energy in his body fluctuated slightly.

As if sensing some mysterious call, it began to stir restlessly, surging within his body and then splitting into hundreds of tiny streams of energy that spread throughout Yang Zheng's body.

Faced with this sudden change, Yang Zheng was both surprised and delighted!

Staring at the mysterious pattern on the white jade plate, he endured the stinging pain in his body and continued to imitate the second small figure pattern on it.

Yang Zheng was completely focused, his hands clasped together, his little finger and thumb touching, the remaining three pairs of fingers interlaced...

As soon as he made his second gesture, the flow of energy within his body changed again. The hundreds or thousands of fine streams of energy quickly converged and merged, forming dozens of stronger streams of energy.

Dozens of streams of air, like a group of dragons trapped inside the body, surged wildly, as if searching for a way out, ready to burst out at any moment.

"These patterns really do seem to be some kind of mysterious technique; the energy flow within my body is indeed reacting!"

At this moment, Yang Zheng was utterly shocked.

He took a deep breath and continued practicing the gestures on the third pattern.

However... something even stranger happened.

He made the exact same gestures as the little figures in the picture, yet the flow of energy within his body gradually stabilized and calmed down.

"how so?"

"What exactly went wrong?"

Undeterred, Yang Zheng continued to imitate the little man, making the gesture for the fourth pattern, but there was still no reaction from his body.

He has fully recovered.

This is not the result he wanted!

Keep trying!

It took Yang Zheng about half an hour to perform the remaining twelve gestures in order, all of which were performed very accurately.

Moreover, after each gesture, he maintained the perfect posture and waited patiently for a moment, hoping that the strange energy hidden within his body would respond.

It's a pity!

There was nothing there.

Yang Zheng was somewhat frustrated. "How could this be? When I imitated the first two gestures, the airflow clearly reacted, and the reaction was particularly intense."

"Why do they become less and less active the further I go?"

To clarify his doubts, he decided to do it again.

The second time I did it, my movements were noticeably faster and more skillful.

Sure enough, when he finished making the first two gestures, the flow of energy in his body immediately reacted, and the situation was the same as before.

When he made the third gesture, another surprise occurred.

This time, the flow of energy within his body did not disappear. Dozens of streams of energy swirled rapidly within his body and then merged into a dozen or so even thicker streams of energy.

Yang Zheng was overjoyed and tried the fourth gesture, but then... it didn't work again...