The door at the entrance of the second cave is made of two iron sheets. The thatch at the entrance grows densely, covering the entrance of the cave very concealed.

I also thought that only if I have a perspective eye, I can see the hole. If I were an ordinary person, they would definitely not have taken the risk of climbing to such a high position.

Sun Er gently pushed the iron door, but now he couldn't push it.

He then looked through the hole and saw a stone behind the door.

The cave in the door is dark.

But Sun Er could see that not far from walking in, there was a blue gauze tent, and then there was a person sitting there.

Human? To be precise, it is not a human, but a corpse.

This is a corpse of an old monk from Conghua. Strictly speaking, it should be a mummy.

It's so grass!

Who is this person? What dynasty and era is this built by people? How long has it been desolate, it has not been seen by the world.

He looked at the entrance of the cave and found that the cave was very small. In fact, it was only possible to allow one person to pass through when opening the door. And below the door was a stone platform more than three meters high.

Only then did Sun Er remember that he had jumped up and came to the door just now. He just focused on the surrounding environment and did not pay attention specifically.

He used the Yin-Yang Technique to use the spiritual breath, and then gently hit the stone behind the door through the crack of the door. He only heard a slight sound from the stone, and then rolled down to the side.

Squeak!

The iron gate automatically pushed open to both sides. Sun Er and his friends lost all the dust, and then they flashed into the cave.

Inside the door is a stone corridor, and on the stone wall are carved with several villains.

There are five villains on the left, three men and two women.

On the right side, there are four villains, three men and one woman.

The three men on the left are all young, one with a black face and blushing beard, and the color they applied is still very bright, one with a white face and no beard, and the last one is short and thin, wearing a gray cloth, and nine sacks are on their backs.

The woman was wearing a purple-red robe, with a fishy red lips, holding an iron chain in her hand, and her brows were raised high.

Looking at the right side, two men stood back to back, holding their arms, about thirty years old, the other was a teenager in his teenage clothes, wearing a yellow dragon robe, a green dragon, flying in the clouds and mist. The woman behind her was dressed in gorgeous clothes, but her face was a bit haggard and there seemed to be tears on her face. Because of the age, she still couldn't see it too clearly.

That is, Sun Er, from perspective, his mind automatically judged, and then the tears appeared.

Staring at the woman and looking at the tears on her face, Sun Er slowly recognized the woman.

Ah? Fairy?

This is the golden fish fairy. How can there be a picture of the golden fish fairy on the stone wall? What is this place?

After seeing the pictures on the stone wall, Sun Eryi walked forward anxiously and walked to the blue gauze tent.

He gently pulled out the gauze tent and saw a person who was about eighty years old, with his eyes tightly closed. The bun on his head had spread out, and there seemed to be a lot of blood on his hands, which had dried up and could no longer dry.

The blood has dried into a smear of dust.

Sun Er gently scraped his nails, and the blood foam fell off.

A bronze sword was placed next to the old man, and the sword edge was still very sharp and radiated with a cold light.

who is he?

Sun Er stared at the old man's face, hoping that he would be resurrected and tell him everything he had lived here.

At this moment, he bowed his head inadvertently, but found that in front of the old man, a book covered with dust.

He patted the dust gently and took a closer look.

"The Eighteen Skills of the Daozong"

Turn the first page: Tongtian Jue.

To practice this skill, you must first understand the heavens.

Only the meaning of the heaven is to be connected, the form of the heaven, and the soul of the heaven is to be opened...

Sun Er took a brief look and knew that this was the eighteen techniques his father practiced.

However, his mind instantly recalled that his father had roughly told him the Eighteen Skills, as if the first Skill was not called the Tongtian Skills.

broken!

My father practiced the fake tips, not the real eighteen tips.

He immediately took out his phone and called his father, and according to the name of the book in his hand, he witnessed his father one by one.

Sun Zhengshan was listening to his son's words, and although he told him every move, he was confused.

This kid is on a whim and wants to practice the Eighteen Skills for Success. Is he eager to follow me to the East China Sea to find his mother's body?

Sun Zhengshan guessed Sun Er’s thoughts, but Sun Er was not in such a good mood.

It's pitiful!

sad!

Sun Er sighed inwardly, it felt worthwhile for his father's efforts over the years.

"Dad! You stay in the provincial capital honestly. After a few days, I will go to find you. I will definitely give you a big gift!"

Sun Er closed the book and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The eighteen techniques this old man practiced actually had only three of them the same as those in this book.

It seems that if the old man wants to go to the East China Sea, he has to practice the Eighteen Arts from scratch. Otherwise, it is still hard to say whether he can enter the East China Sea God Palace.

If you encounter the so-called fish-human god again, you will probably be able to beat the old man into meat sauce without a single move.

After thinking about it, Sun Er hid the book in the iron box.

He reached out and picked up the sword, stared at the two words above.

The sword is heavy, weighing more than one hundred kilograms. If it weren't for a warrior, it would be impossible for him to hold the sword in his hand.

Flying Dragon!

Huh?

Sun Er looked at these two words in confusion. Whether it was the font or the method of engraving, it was actually the same as the two "Flying Dragon" characters on the Feilong jade plaque.

His expression became nervous, knowing that the sword was of extraordinary origin, and maybe it was not passed down by the ancient emperor.

Looking back at the boy who was looking for the stone wall, wasn't it a young man with a successful and energetic emperor.

However, this emperor seems to be different from the emperor on earth.

Sun Er slowly recalled the appearance and expression of the boy on the stone wall, thinking that he should be a prince of the Golden Fish Clan, not an emperor.

Flying Dragon?

Sun Er muttered, reached out and stabbed the sword forward flat. He saw that wherever the sword tip passed, the space around him seemed to start to shake, and the sword lights were fighting, wandering forward like a dragon.

Wow! What a sword!

Although Sun Er did not use a sword, he had already started practicing the "Jade Sword" of the Yuquan School. He also had a certain understanding of the sword and used the sword. So after stabbing that sword, he felt that every cell in his body seemed to be alive.

If this sword had not been spiritual, using this sword could have turned into a dragon.

Sun Er thought about it and shook his head, thinking that this is what is messing around in the TV series. There are dragons and gods and ghosts in this world.

Some phenomena that humans cannot understand are not just a mysterious event at best.

Over the years, as human wisdom develops, the secret behind it will definitely be revealed for some things that they originally did not understand.
Chapter completed!