Kung Fu boy

040 The road ahead is tough

Soon the room was lit up by seven large mirrors, like yellow lightbulbs, about fifteen watts long.

It might not be bright enough at other times, but in a hole like this it was enough.

The mirror was so well placed that it couldn't move, and when it did, the light couldn't connect, and the light was broken.

Bruce didn't dare move, he took a closer look and soon saw that it was a real retreat, a retreat from heights.

Inside was a stone bed on which lay a dead man, a man, hard to describe, who looked... awful.

He looked like a skeleton, but on closer inspection he saw skin and it was too dry to do much more. He clung to the bone like a baby and looked like an old man with hair and a beard.

The old man was dead as a doornail, his clothes rotting and clinging to him along with his gray skin.

Bruce was even a little afraid he would easily open his eyes and stand up.

This man, surely a tall man, a dead mortal, might have been, but more likely, his body had decomposed, leaving only a skeleton that, if he moved, could have turned to ash.

High people, absolutely high people, Jiuhuashan many high monks hang up, the flesh is not rotten, of course, there is Jiuhuashan one of the traditional arts, to bury the dead monks in vats, and then see if it can be incarnated into Buddha, then shape the golden body for it.

But it has to be a real monk. Can you change people?

Really good people, when they die, their bodies are different.

For example, the ancient monk Moro, his brother, hung up the phone. There is no corruption, anti-health fragrance, meridian blood still exists.

If it were anyone else, the body would have decomposed.

But this man, he can still be like this. His power is absolutely terrible at the level of a great master.

Next to the stone bed, there was a barrel. It was really rotten, the stone, the one the tall man used to shit.

It's easy to take a shit, go down and nothing happens.

There was also a shallow pit with a clear stream and a hidden vein in the ground, the same eye that allowed the tall man to dwell, drink, and live a carefree life, except for food.

It is not a problem for a man to eat small animals or animals or birds of the sky.

Plus, playing an important game saves a lot of energy.

There are some wild fruits in the woods, ready to be picked when the time is right, and lots of wild vegetables and mushrooms. All in all, life is fine.

So, what's better than a nice day, Kung Fu?This is because kung fu is extremely advanced, it is as terrible as drugs, even worse than drugs.Many experts, they are not close to women, even to food, very low requirements, this is not that they are really carefree, lustful, in fact, they are too much pursuit of their physical perfection. Even mortals don't feel it, but when you Kung Fu, there's a lot of dissatisfaction, dissatisfaction with every aspect of your body, a true master, who can handle it, if nothing else, just a little shit, a lot of fun, no regrets.

At the end of the day, that's what Kung Fu Gong is all about, and with every step forward, it's more refreshing than copulation.

It was with this benefit that the kung fu came to fruition, and he settled down here to live a pure life, gradually honing his skills to the point of unattainable, though, in the end, the man died.

Look, look, look what he left!

Looking around the walls, unfortunately, there was no map. Look at the old man, there's nothing. Is there nothing? How do you get my treasure, avatar?Bruce was curious. He thought for a moment, but it was Hei Yuchi and the others who came down.

They, too, were surprised to see what they saw, but they were much more professional than Bruce, and soon they were in the cave, scouring for treasure, except for Yun Fei Chao and Hei Yuchi, who went up quickly.

He was too fat to come down for fear of breaking the rope. No one could pull him. And he, too, was strong, and he was above, and it was not so difficult to send men down.

There was something at last, and soon Hei Yuchi had found a treasure, a small wooden box. Bruce had been stoned and wrong eyed, but Hei Yuchi wouldn't miss it. He cracked open the outer shell and saw the box inside.

The wooden box was actually right in front of the mummified old man, but before that, it was covered in dirt and ash like a rock.

Bruce didn't think much about it. How did he know that the black stone under the lamp was actually a relic of the old man?

Hei Yuchi saw the box and was afraid to open it for fear of a trap.

YunFei Chao said: "Afraid of what, we shake from afar, do not believe what is inside!"

Bruce said, "It's okay, I'll do it."

He was a very artistic man, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with the small wooden box. If there's something good inside there and it breaks, it's a huge loss. So he came and did it.

Do not look at him small. Hei Yuchi is afraid of him, master, so by him, but his eyes have been staring, afraid of any good cultural relics. If it is a treasure, then it is not a big loss!

When I opened it, there was nothing. It's a bottle. It was a blue glass bottle.This is very rare.

Hei Yuchi couldn't help but wonder, "Are you kidding me?"Why glass bottles? Do we have these in ancient times?"

"It should be," YunFei Chao knew better than Hei Yuchi, the half-voiced archeologist."From Song to Ming, Chinese and West civilizations interacted and learned from each other," she said."By the Ming, many families were using windows and cutlery."At the time, glass was not uncommon. Just Manchurian, this bottle, it's westernized anti-theft bottle. Look, it's double imported glass. It's full of liquid and if we had broken it before, the contents would have been destroyed."

Westerners, used to write secrets in cursive, this kind of paper, very crisp, touch, even use paper nicknames, paste together, like a lump of mud.

But the book in this bottle is not papyrus, and the liquid in it is not vinegar.

Bottles, sealed with wax.