When Wu Zheng finally came to the place he saw just now, where a dim light fell from directly above, he suddenly found that there was a small rectangular pit in front of him.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like an ancient tomb, Wu Zheng looked up and saw that the dim light seemed to leak through a layer of turbid water, and the area of the leaked light was only a small area the size of a basin, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

Obviously, the top should be the location of the Wu family's ancestral tomb, where did the puddle come from?

Wu Zheng, who thought he was familiar with the ditches and bumps outside Wujiabao, racked his brains without remembering that there were any puddles near the ancestral tomb of the Wu family.

Also, what is between the puddle and the seemingly tomb in front of you, how can you block the water on it and not a drop of water leak out?

Since he was more than two people tall from the place where the sunlight leaked above his head, and surrounded by earthen walls that went straight up and down, Wu Zheng, who was a little tired, had to sit down and rest first, and then look for a way to escape from the cave.

Although he felt that the pit under him was a tomb nine times out of ten, Wu Zheng did not see the coffin, or dry bones, and burial goods. On the contrary, the whole small pit was clean and there was nothing.

Leaning on the earthen wall behind him and slowly sitting down, because he was worried that the injury to his chest would be affected when squatting, Wu Zheng naturally reached out and pressed on the earthen wall, relying on the friction between the palm of his hand and the earthen wall to reduce the force paid by the waist to maintain the posture when squatting, so as to minimize the traction on the chest muscles when squatting.

It wasn't until he sat down that Wu Zheng reacted, as if when he slid down with his palm on the earthen wall just now, he seemed to have touched some uneven linear marks.

Originally, he was very curious about the pit he was in, so Wu Zheng slowly turned around, facing the earthen wall behind him, and through the dim sunlight leaking from his head, he vaguely saw the blurry handwriting on the earthen wall that the palm had just scratched.

Without thinking, I raised my hand again and carefully wiped the places that seemed to be handwriting, and now I saw clearly, it was really a palm-sized word.

"Potential, such as, bracket, crossbow. ”

While reading it in his mouth, he read it word by word, and Wu Zheng, who had only read private school for three years, saw these four words first.

"What do you mean?"

Without reading the handwriting just now, Wu Zheng hurriedly wiped the entire earthen wall behind him with his sleeve, and to his surprise, after wiping off the floating soil on the surface, what was revealed was a whole rock wall, and the rock wall was engraved with palm-sized handwriting.

"Are there any other three sides?"

Sure enough, there was also writing on the other three walls.

Wu Zheng looked at it, and finally saw the four words "Lingxiao Nine Style" at the beginning of the text similar to the wall directly opposite the entrance he had just entered, that is, on the wall where Wu Zheng wanted to lean on the wall after he sat down.

"Those who are good at fighting are dangerous, and their knots are short. The momentum is like a crossbow, and the knots are like a start. ......。 ”

Wu Zheng subconsciously read it, and was soon attracted by the words on the wall, forgetting the time, forgetting the pain in his chest, and forgetting where he was.

Until all the words on the four walls were read, until the light leaking from the top of his head gradually dimmed, and then disappeared, and the pit fell into pitch black, and he could no longer see any handwriting on the wall, Wu Zheng, who suddenly woke up, knew that another day had passed.

The bursts of hunger in his stomach made Wu Zheng hate to escape immediately, but when he remembered the "Lingxiao Nine Styles" he had just seen, even if he had not practiced martial arts, he could guess that this must be a martial arts secret. It's a pity that the entire text is not signed, and there is no way to know who left it. Especially the further back he goes, the more messy the handwriting becomes, and Wu Zheng can't help but guess that the person who left this martial arts secret will be engraved here in a hurry when it is very dangerous?

So, could the pit under your feet, and the cave, be related to the person who left this exercise?

As for the text at the end, the vaguely recognizable word "Lingyun". It doesn't seem to have anything to do with the previous context, so is it the name of the person, or is it the beginning of another unfinished text?

Finally, Wu Zheng really couldn't think about it anymore, and slowly returned to the dead giant snake along the route he took when he came in. Even if you don't have anything to eat, you can lie down and drink the cool water from the cave entrance.

After a few sips, Wu Zheng sat down against the wall of the cave again, and it was best to reduce exercise when his stomach was empty. Since his father went missing four years ago, Wu Zheng, who had to be hungry often in order to feed his elderly grandmother as much as possible, knows this truth well.

Thinking about the "Nine Styles of Lingxiao" he just saw for a while, Wu Zheng's gaze would always involuntarily fall on the giant snake curled up on the ground. After three times and twice, Wu Zheng finally made up his mind.

Now, not only because of the physical injuries, but also the many poisonous snakes in the water snake bay outside the cave, they dare not easily escape from the water. At the same time, Wu Zheng thought to himself, since this place is so secretive, and there is a martial arts secret book "Lingxiao Nine Styles", why don't he stay for the time being, wait until he knows it completely, or after understanding the whole secret, wait for his physical injuries to recover a little, and then try to escape, would it be more certain?

What's more, if you want to avenge your grandmother, father, and Uncle Liying, you can't do it if you don't know martial arts.

Wu Zheng, who can be said to be in a desperate situation, even has to think about what happened in the past two days, could it be that his dead grandmother is secretly blessing himself?

Wu Zheng, who quickly sorted out his thoughts, knew that if he wanted to avenge his relatives in the future, the first thing was to ensure that he could survive. In other words, you can't risk escaping until you've recovered from your injuries to a certain extent. Secondly, that is to do everything you can to learn the "Nine Styles of the Sky" that you have just discovered. Although it is still impossible to judge the power of this martial arts secret, Wu Zheng has no other choice.

No longer hesitating, Wu Zheng slowly stood up and walked towards the giant snake that had already died on the ground. There was no tool at hand, so he could only choose a stone with sharp edges and corners from the ground, knowing that the most vulnerable part of the snake's body was three inches below his head, Wu Zheng lifted the stone and smashed it down.

Poof——!

Wu Zheng didn't expect that the giant snake, which had been dead for a whole day, had not yet coagulated, and even squirted out all at once, and sprayed Wu Zheng all over his face.

Hurriedly put down the stone in his hand, raised his hand to wipe the snake blood on his face, and unavoidably, a lot of snake blood flowed into Wu Zheng's mouth from the corner of his mouth.

The first sensation is fishy, followed by a slight salty taste. Just about to open his mouth to spit it out, Wu Zheng thought about it, but swallowed it carefully. Because he thought of the tasteless raw snake meat that he was about to face, it would be very difficult to swallow. If the snake blood can barely be swallowed, you can use the snake blood to flush the snake meat into the abdomen.

It was only at this time that Wu Zheng suddenly remembered that there seemed to be no poisonous fangs in the mouth of the giant snake. That is to say, the giant snake that died right now should not be a poisonous snake, so Wu Zheng has nothing to be afraid of. While picking up the stone on the ground again, he continued to smash it twice, tearing open the tough snake skin, and pulling out a small piece of snake meat and putting it in his mouth.

As expected, the snake meat with a faint fishy smell was not only difficult to swallow, but also always made him want to vomit, so he hurriedly took a small sip of the snake blood that was still bubbling out, and swallowed the snake meat in his mouth as if he were swallowing dates.

In this way, Wu Zheng drank snake blood, tore snake meat, and forced himself to eat most of the fullness one bite at a time.

It feels much better to have food in your belly. Worried that after the death of the giant snake, the water snake in the pond would sneak into the cave, Wu Zheng returned to find "Lingxiao Nine Styles", no matter how it looked, it looked like a pit in the tomb, leaning on the cave wall behind him, trying to adjust his body and find the most comfortable posture.

Wu Zheng, who knew in his heart that the best way to recover from his injuries was to rest more, slowly closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.