Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 102 Zhang Yida's Historical Story

Lin Feng was found, he was in the grave.

The tomb passage is dark and there are no lights on either side.

The ground beneath my feet was bumpy and uneven, making it very uncomfortable to walk on. Some broken pieces of utensils were scattered throughout the tomb passage.

Zhang Ze followed behind Lin Feng and Wang Lin, holding a Qianji prop that looked like a flashlight but was actually called a Mingguang Tube, and scanned the murals on the wall.

The murals are mottled and most of them have been destroyed. From the few remaining traces, it can be barely seen that they depict the scene of a noble person's travel.

"Brother, you really don't know."

Lin Feng's voice sounded in Zhang Ze's ears.

"I really don't know. How could I have known there was a real grave underneath the fake grave I dug?"

Zhang Ze was speechless. He didn't expect that he would encounter such a thing.

Just a hundred meters below the fake tomb where Daxiong and Hongsen had caused trouble before, there was a real tomb. When Fu Ji was digging the hole, she happened to pass by it and did not notice it.

The moment the teleportation array was activated, Lin Feng and the other two simultaneously used their own life-saving methods. The escape method and the array method affected each other, causing the two people's teleportation positions to deviate.
To use Zhang Ze's words.

Their flash and displacement overlapped, and they were stuck out of the map.

But because of his good luck, he was not buried in the ground, but an ancient tomb was found.

When Zhang Ze followed the guidance of Lin Feng's sound transmission jade and brought A'li to dig here, Lin Feng and Wang Lin were discussing the matter of opening the coffin and making a fortune at the entrance of the tomb.

"Where is Brother Feiyu?" Lin Feng asked again.

"As for him, he ran fast and ran out of the dungeon directly, so he was considered to have given up. He is probably shopping in the market now." Zhang Ze replied.

Zhang Ze and Lin Feng were whispering in the back, while Wang Lin was walking in front, shining the flashlight given to him by Zhang Ze, looking very excited.

Lin Feng and Wang Lin are both people who can't walk when they see the adventure in the secret realm.

Zhang Ze knew that it was useless to persuade him, so he might as well go in and take a look.

He was not worried about encountering any danger, after all, many sword masters gathered at Qianji Pavilion today.

Just shout and three trucks of Sword Sect brothers, sisters and elders will come from Qianji Pavilion Pedestrian Street.

No matter what kind of rice dumplings are buried in this grave, they can’t turn the world upside down.

Even if there is an emergency, Zhang Ze has magical weapons on him to protect several people.

However, the three of them had a smooth journey and did not encounter any traps or other living things.

After walking for a while, the three of them walked along the tomb passage and entered a tomb chamber.

There was no second exit, no trap, no coffin in the tomb, only a stone statue.

Wang Lin stopped and shone the light from the light tube onto the stone statue.

"Brother Yida, do you know what this is?"

Of course, Yida called out Zhang Ze, which was the name he had just created for himself.

A monk from Qianji Pavilion, known as the Shadowless Snake Sword in the martial arts world, Zhang Yida.

As for why I wear this vest, there is no special reason, Zhang Ze is just free.

Coming to Wang Lin's side, Zhang Ze looked up and took a closer look at the stone statue.

The stone statue looks like a woman, wearing gorgeous clothes, with her hands holding the moon in front of her chest.

On the base of the stone statue are carved four tigers holding their tails together. The four tigers are arranged in the four directions of east, south, west and north, as if guarding the stone statue of the woman.

Zhang Ze shone the light from the magnifying glass onto the wall of the tomb.

The murals in this tomb seem to have been specially treated, preventing them from decaying or falling off. When illuminated by a magi tube, the images are clearly visible.

On the east wall is a painting of an immortal in golden armor with a vertical pupil on his forehead. The immortal holds a long sword in his hand and stands on a jade tower, inspecting his own fairy palace city.

Zhang Ze felt that the big guy who looked like Erlang Shen looked familiar. After thinking for a while, he remembered where he had seen this guy.

It’s not the little Nezha, but there’s a portrait of this person in the historical stories of Dongqi compiled by his grandfather Wang.

"Isn't this the last unlucky emperor of the Dongqi Immortal Dynasty?" Zhang Ze walked forward and patted the thigh of the man on the mural.

"Emperor?" Wang Lin asked doubtfully.

A wandering cultivator like him knew very little about such things and wasn't particularly interested. "Well, this is the last Immortal Emperor of Dongqi. Why is his mural here?" Zhang Ze shone the light on several other walls.

The Zhang Ze on the west wall looked very familiar. He was the founder of their Sword Sect and looked like the ultimate enhanced version of his brother-in-law. The ancestor was holding a black-edged heavy sword in his hand, the same one he saw on the painting during Zhang Ze's initiation ceremony.

On the north wall is a painting of a woman in plain clothes, with her eyes closed and nodding.

"This is someone from Tianzong." Lin Feng suddenly said.

"How do you know?" Zhang Ze remembered that Lin Feng had never had much interest in history.

"There is a word 'Tian' on her crown and her clothes." Lin Feng shone the magnifying glass on the mural.

"Does that count? Writing the word 'Tian' makes you a member of the Tian Sect? And who would embroider words on clothes?" Wang Lin shook his head, feeling that this reason was a bit far-fetched.

"Me." Lin Feng answered as a matter of course. He turned up his collar and showed Wang Lin the word "Feng" embroidered on the inside.

"Aren't you like this?" Lin Feng asked.

Zhang Ze and Wang Lin shook their heads.

Perhaps feeling a little embarrassed, Lin Feng turned the light tube and hit the south wall.

"Who is that?"

Zhang Ze looked at the handsome man with dark skin and deep features and thought for a moment, "I guess he's the second-generation master of Yaowang Valley."

"Why do you think so?" Wang Lin trusted his brother Yida's knowledge and asked.

Zhang Ze took out a book from his treasure bag, flipped through it, and then told Wang Lin a short historical story related to Yaowang Valley.

Yaowang Valley first emerged in southern Yunnan. At that time, they were not practicing physical cultivation, but mainly practiced witchcraft, and were named Poison King Valley.

But later on, one generation of valley masters practiced in the opposite direction and became obsessed with medicine.

He spent three thousand years to change the style of the entire sect.

From refining poisons and administering poisons, the sect became a place where everyone has a compassionate heart as a doctor, and the sect was renamed Yaowang Valley.

However, due to the remoteness and sparse population in southern Yunnan, there are not enough patients.

The valley master, who was obsessed with medicine, moved his entire sect to the vicinity of Shennong Mountain, which was adjacent to the Western Barbarians.

There are many medicinal herbs in Shennong Mountain, and because it is close to the Western Barbarians, there are constant conflicts of all sizes every day, and there are plenty of patients.

Later, through passionate encounters again and again, the valley master won the daughter of the chief of a large tribe in the West.

After night after night of emotional and logical education, he learned the body-building methods of the Western Barbarian Tribe.

The valley master, who has mastered the method of body refining, transforms poison into elixir and opens up a new path.

Then came the Medicine King Valley, one of the six sects today.

After Zhang Ze finished his story, he pointed at the handsome man on the mural and said, "I guess this is that man's son. Look at how healthy his skin color is."

He looked at all four walls and confirmed the identities of the people in the murals, but he had no clue about the three people.

Because these big guys have long passed away, and they lived in different eras.

Not to mention the one who embroidered the word "sky" on his clothes.

The one from Yaowang Valley was tens of thousands of years younger than the founder of the Sword Sect, and the founder of the Sword Sect was even tens of thousands of years younger than the last emperor of Dongqi.

There is no direct connection between the few people.

Lin Feng and Wang Lin were both people who were obsessed with treasure hunting and had many adventures. They immediately realized that there was a great secret and great opportunity in this.

As the two discussed, their views on the matter became increasingly outrageous.

The stone statue of a girl in the tomb turned into some unknown being from ancient times.

Just when the two were about to talk about the prehistoric war, Zhang Ze interrupted their nonsense.

"I know what this stone statue is used for."

"How do you know?" Lin Feng and Wang Lin asked.

Zhang Ze poked his head out from behind the stone statue and said, "There are words on the back of the statue's base."

(End of this chapter)