Chapter 1259

After looking at where he is now, it looks like a cave.

However, the mouth of the cave was covered by the water curtain of the waterfall. Chen Yu tried to sweep it away with his mind. Unexpectedly, this seemingly ordinary waterfall could even be covered by his mind.

No wonder I didn't notice that there was a cave in the waterfall when I was looking for the obscure connection in my mind.

Chen Yu turned and looked back at the furnishings in the cave.

The cave is only the size of a house. There is nothing else except a corroded and crumbling wooden table in the innermost part.

Chen Yu can't help feeling a little strange. Why can such a humble cave send out such terrible suction just now?

With all kinds of doubts in his heart, Chen Yu stepped to the dilapidated wooden table.

The dust accumulated on the wooden table was nearly one finger high, and the original appearance of the wooden table was revealed.

As the dust slowly dispersed, Chen Yu finally saw a roll of wooden slips placed on the wooden table.

Tentatively, he reached out and picked up the wooden slips on the table. After weighing them in his hand for a moment and finding that there was no abnormality, Chen Yu was relieved.

The wooden slips are spread on the palm of his hand. When Chen Yu is ready to untie the rope around the wooden slips.

The thumb index finger just pinched the rope and didn't wait for force. The rope wrapped around the whole roll of wooden slips was scattered by such a touch, turned into fly ash and scattered on Chen Yu's palm.

With the annihilation of the rope on the wooden slips, the whole roll of wooden slips also scattered and fell at Chen Yu's feet.

It seems that under the baptism of years, almost all the objects in the cave are left with an empty shell.

Chen Yu squatted down, picked up the wooden slips falling on the ground one by one, and placed them on the table in an orderly manner.

After a lot of them were put on the table again, Chen Yu studied them outside for a long time.

Every wooden slip is full of small characters.

But after reading them all one by one, Chen Yu found that he didn't know any of the words hit on them.

"Well..."

Chen Yu pondered for a moment. When he was at a loss to deal with a pile of wooden slips on the table, he seemed to feel a trace of pain from his fingertips.

Chen Yu raised his hand and saw half a wooden thorn on his fingertip.

Most of them were accidentally tied when they just picked up the wooden slips scattered on the ground.

Looking at the wooden thorn deep into the fingertip and left half of it outside, this injury, not to mention a martial artist, is not a small injury to ordinary people.

Chen Yu pulled out the wooden thorn on his fingertip with an expressionless face and planned to study it again. When the wooden slips on the wooden table in front of him, a few drops of blood seeped from the fingertip of the wooden thorn, which happened to fall on the wooden slips on the table.

Chen Yu, who had not found this scene at first, lowered his head and continued to look at the words engraved on the wooden slips on the table.

When his eyes once again fell on the wooden slips stained with his own blood, Chen Yu noticed that the blood that was the size of his thumb penetrated into the wooden slips and soon shrunk.

Take a closer look, the blood on the wooden slips has been absorbed by the wooden slips and disappeared without a trace.

Just curious about this, Chen Yu, who is made of wooden slips, muttered something on his mouth. He just reached out to pick up the wooden slips stained with blood.

Shine.

"Ah!!!"

Chen Yu screamed when he was suddenly illuminated by the light from the wooden slips. He threw away the wooden slips in the book, covered his eyes with both hands and knelt down painfully.

Chen Yu threw the wooden slips into the air and looked at them as they were about to fall to the ground. The light faded, and a wisp of residual thoughts slowly floated out.

Chen Yu, whose eyes could not be opened under the glare, frowned tightly, and his ears trembled, sensing the changes in the cave.

Temporarily lost his eyes, he sensed with his mind that a ray of pressure was countless times stronger than any martial artist he had ever seen in his life. When it came from in front of him, Chen Yu exclaimed in surprise and asked:

"Who!?"

"Cough..."

A faint cough came into Chen Yu's ears. Chen Yu suddenly withdrew half a step, slightly deviated his forehead and ears, and pointed at the direction of the residual thoughts in the cave.

Aware of the strong breath in front of him, Rao Shichen Yu also felt powerless at the bottom of his heart.

He had no doubt that if he wanted to kill himself, he didn't even have a chance to beg for mercy.

Therefore, Chen Yugang quickly hugged his fist and said:

"Younger generation Chen Yu, without knowing it, rushed into this cave. If there is any offense, please forgive me."

When he appeared from the wooden slips and appeared in the cave, he turned into an old man with snow-white hair. After hearing Chen Yu's words, he stroked the slightly messy beard on his lower jaw and said with a knowing smile:

"I know... It doesn't matter... It doesn't matter..."

Chen Yu stood in the same place in fear. Although the afterthought in front of him seemed to have no malice to himself, he could destroy his existence with this kind of gestures. Staying in such a narrow space was not torture.

Some restless Chen Yu asked again:

"I'm Chen Yu. I dare to ask for advice from my predecessors. If I disturb Chen Yu, I'll leave on my own. I hope you don't blame me for my abruptness..."

"Name taboo?"

Hearing Chen Yu's question, she was stunned for a moment. Her muddy eyes seemed to fall into the memory of the past. She pondered for a moment and slowly said:

"Cough... I'm old and confused... I probably can't remember the taboos... But... If I remember correctly, I made some fame on the mainland by virtue of my good fortune talisman... What's my name?"

Chen Yu didn't even dare to say a word about this wisp of lingering self-talk, so respectfully maintained the posture of bowing hands and boxing and stood in place.

However, Chen Yu feels very strange to the talismans mentioned in Cannian's mouth.

Although there are countless martial arts like stars in the sky on the way of cultivation, Chen Yu has never heard of the art of runing Taoism.

Can it be said that the times are too far apart, and even the name of magic has changed?

When Chen Yu thought about the reason, the residual thought said again:

"It's just... A false name... I've been trapped in this world for at least ten thousand years. Even if I want to be named... I'm sure you've never heard of it..."