In the pavilion.

Fang Ping picked up a book and read it again and again. He didn't recognize it, so he threw it to Sheng Nan. This was the only old antique in this place.

"Read and see what book it is."

Sheng Nan didn't dare to refuse. He took the book and said quickly: "Physical Education."

"Um?"

"This is what humans today call human anatomy."

Sheng Nan has also learned about some martial arts academics of the human race these days, and explained: "This is the ancient times, the research of the human body by strong people, and warriors must have an understanding of these to practice martial arts."

Fang Ping nodded, "Read it to me."

"Since ancient times, those who have access to the sky are born from the origin, originating from Yin and Yang...within the Liuhe, its Qi has nine states, nine orifices, five internal organs, and twelve nodes..."

Sheng Nan read it out word by word.

Fang Ping did not interrupt and listened carefully.

Illiterate people are illiterate, but if I read them out, I can still understand some of the meanings of the ancient texts.

Not only him, but also everyone in the underground cave could understand the meaning. It has to be said that no one who has cultivated to the level of a true god is a fool.

They are all studies of human body structure by some ancient people.

The internal organs, the eight extraordinary meridians, the distribution of bones...

This "Physical Study" explains everything very clearly.

As strong men, it's not like these people have never killed anyone. They have dissected countless enemies. Their research on the human body is definitely no worse than that of modern people. It's just that some professional terms are different.

"Snoring..."

Everyone was listening carefully...but an inappropriate snoring sound made Sheng Nan pause and Fang Ping also looked strange.

He glanced sideways and saw that the green cat beside him had fallen asleep next to him.

Slept so sweetly!

This cat clicked its tongue even when sleeping. I wonder if it was eating like crazy in its cat world.

Fang Ping couldn’t laugh or cry!

I finally understand why this cat is illiterate and can't read.

He looks like a super poor student who falls asleep when he hears the sound of reading. How can he be literate?

"Ignore it and keep reading!"

Sheng Nan didn't dare to delay and continued to read. The book looked not thin, but it read quickly. Soon, Sheng Nan finished reading.

Fang Ping frowned slightly, which was normal human anatomy.

Fang Ping quickly asked: "What are the other books?"

There are a lot of books here. After a cursory look, I'm afraid there are more than a hundred.

Sheng Nan picked up a book again, glanced at it and said: "This is "Tao Xue". It is a basic technique used by some strong men in ancient times to build the foundation for their disciples. It is also the "Tempering Technique" of the human race today.

"resemblance.

But speaking of it, compared to the tempering method, it still lacks some essence. Back then, the strong did not do much research on the weak."

Sheng Nan explained: "At that time, cultivation was still relatively difficult. Generally, warriors studied on their own and learned some basics before visiting famous teachers.

In this way, the strong do not need to take too much care and basic popularization of the weak."

Fang Ping nodded and did not continue to sit. He walked to the door and punched out with a bang. There was no response from the door.

Fang Ping frowned and continued: "Keep reading. This place may let people out after they finish reading. Give it a try."

Sheng Nan felt tired looking at the hundreds of books.

It's still very tiring to read.

Even a strong person would feel a little irritated reading these boring basic subjects.

But if Fang Ping said this, he couldn't refuse.

…

Sheng Nan is reading and Cang Mao is sleeping.

Fang Ping and others were looking around and listening to him read.

The King of War approached Fang Ping and sent a message: "Boy, this place is more than that! I have had several unusual things happen here before."

"Talk about it."

"I don't think there are necessarily no living people in this place! Not only are there living people, but... there may also be consciousness. I mean the kind of real wisdom."

"Fighting the Emperor of Heaven?"

"It's not him."

The King of War looked solemn and glanced sideways at Cang Mao. Cang Mao was sleeping soundly. The King of War sent a message: "Once, someone drilled a small hole in the roof. He looked inside and didn't say anything... until he left.

I just said a word..."

"What words?"

The King of War imitated the voice and said: "No...he's a little fat guy..."

Fang Ping's eyes changed slightly!

He turned his head to look at the sleeping Cangmao, frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Really?"

"That's right!"

The King of War also solemnly nodded and said: "I have lived for such a long time, so I don't have auditory hallucinations every time I hear a word! I was also confused at the time, thinking that the cat was joking with me..."

The King of War took a deep breath and continued: "I thought it was Old Ghost Li, the bastard, who deliberately tricked me, and then Cang Mao came here, but now that you have just arrived, something is wrong! Cang Mao, stay away these days

Have you?"

"No!"

Fang Ping shook his head, "The big cat has been following me these days, and it has never been here. This cat is so lazy, how could you let it come here by itself?"

Fang Ping frowned. According to the King of War, the voice sounded like Cang Mao's!

Yes, the voice of the blue cat.

But Cangmao obviously never left.

Is it a projection?

Fang Ping hesitated and said: "I also encountered the projection of the Beast King before. Is there a projection of a blue cat here?"

"It's possible!"

The King of War said, hesitatingly: "But if it is a projection, usually it is a program-like existence. In fact, the self-awareness is not high.

But that cat penetrated the roof. It looked like it was looking for something, and it didn’t feel like a projection..."

Fang Ping frowned, thought for a moment, stepped forward, and patted the cat on the head.

Cangmao opened his eyes drowsily, yawned, and said blankly: "Can you go home?"

"..."

Fang Ping was helpless. Cangmao also heard Sheng Nan's reading sound again, and felt a little depressed, "Still here."

"Big Cat, wake up, we haven't reaped enough benefits yet."

Fang Ping smiled and said, "I want to ask you something, have you been here before?"

"Yeah, I said I've been here once."

Cangmao looked at him with disdain, are you suffering from Alzheimer's disease?

Why is his memory worse than this cat’s?

This cat just said it before!

Fang Ping pondered for a while and then said: "Then what did you do after you came here? Tell me the details."

The gray cat is dull.

Confused.

Dumbfounded.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and you ask me, do you think this cat is a video recorder?

Who still remembers!

I remember some in general, but who remembers the details?

Cangmao looked at him aggrievedly, and refused to let the cat live. Forget about studying, he still had to recall what happened tens of thousands of years ago. This cat wanted to go home.

"Don't be dazed!"
To be continued...