Tong Hua naturally couldn't know about ancient things, he only cared about one thing now.

Long Yi said I can know what I want to know here... Is that all?

Tong Hua didn't understand, so he looked around and looked at the stone chamber. A coffin suddenly appeared in the empty place!

“…When did it appear, the black coffin.”

Tong Hua was surprised and walked up to take a look. The coffin was pure black, as dark as this dark cave. Perhaps... it was Tong Hua who just ignored the coffin...

"Gu... This coffin is so special, what's inside."

Looking at the mysterious black coffin with a unique shape, Tong Hua swallowed and stepped forward to touch it.

"Huh? The temperature of this coffin is slightly higher than that in the cave..."

Compared to the cold cave, this black coffin that has been around for unknown periods of time is not cool and warm.

"Do you want to open it and see..."

Tong Hua hesitated for a moment. In this dark and cold hole, to be honest, suddenly seeing a dark coffin as dark as ink made Tong Hua nervous, but more of it was curious.

Could it be...

The body of the second Wuhun Kuangling in this coffin is?

As soon as this idea came out, Tong Hua became more and more curious. He was brave enough to step on the coffin, grabbed the coffin board with his hands, and lifted it hard, but the coffin remained motionless.

Tong Hua was shocked. With his physical strength, even if the coffin was made of pure iron, it should have been plucked by himself.

But how could something here be an ordinary thing? Tong Hua shook left and right, turned it up and pushed it away, but he pushed the coffin board away. He accidentally fell into it.

With a thud, Tong Hua seemed to have entered a very deep place, and his head was rushing down, causing a painful headache. It was so loud that he was tilted and tilted.

"...hiss~Where is this? The coffin is so deep?"

Tong Hua stood up and looked at it. I don’t know where the flashlight went. Tong Hua reached out and touched it, but didn’t feel anything. There was no smell in the air. Here, Tong Hua seemed to have her senses closed.

Just as Tong Hua was about to take out another flashlight from the Sumeru ring, the surroundings suddenly became light up.

The real scene gradually filled the perspective of Tonghua. This is a very beautiful place. I don’t know how long a small river is. It winds in Tonghua’s eyes. The water is so clear that there is no impurity, but there is no living thing. I’m afraid that this is the case. The water is as clear as it is.

Wild flowers are everywhere, but even an insect and bird cannot be seen. A thatched hut is probably the only thing that is conspicuous here, except this one, not even a small tree.

Tong Hua approached and pushed open the door of the thatched hut. There were a bed, a chair, a table, a bowl, a stove, a pot, and a window, and a person. Apart from this, there was nothing else...

This man was dressed in white robe and was seven feet tall. Looking at his back, he looked like a gentle scholar.

He heard the sound of the door opening and turned to look at Tong Hua. His eyes were as pure as his snow-like clothes, without any impurities. Looking at his face, he looked like a middle-aged man, a very gentle middle-aged man, holding a paper fan in his hand, shaking it gently, the fan was blank, with neither poetry nor plants, and being held in his hand by this man, it was no more casual.

"Here..."

The man looked at Tong Hua and smiled gently, as if he had been waiting for Tong Hua for a long time. A sense of intimacy arose in Tong Hua's heart, all because the man's temperament was too gentle.

Although I don’t know who he is, Tong Hua subconsciously replied: “Here you come…”

He smiled gently, sat on the chair, and said, "I have been waiting for you for a long time, please sit down."

Tong Hua looked at the only wooden chair in the room under him, and his face was a little strange.

He looked at Tong Hua who had not sat there, smiled faintly, and said, "There is a chair in my heart, and there is a chair under my body."

Tong Hua looked at the man's very beautiful face, and he seemed to understand it, but he sat down just by chance.

"Thanks……"

Tong Hua sat on a chair that appeared at some point and thanked her.

The man smiled gently, and that smile made Tong Hua's heart relax like never before.

"Do you want to drink tea? I have the best Longjing here, and I like the taste of this tea the most."

The man said with a smile.

Tong Hua also smiled faintly, "Okay, but I don't know how to taste tea and have never tasted it..."

The man said with some surprise: "Oh? That's a pity. There are life, stories, world, and everything in this tea. It's a pity that you haven't drunk it."

After saying that, two white jade tea cups appeared on the wooden table.

"Come on, come on, taste the taste of this tea."

The man smiled, picked up a cup, first put it under his nose and smelled the fragrance of the tea, and then drank it all in one go.

When Tong Hua heard this, he picked up another cup of tea. When he looked down, he was stunned because the white jade-like tea cup was empty.

The man put down the tea cup, as if he was still savoring the fragrance of tea flowing in his mouth, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Good tea, good tea..."

Seeing Tong Hua remained indifferent, the man said, "Hey? Why not drink it?"

Thinking of the wooden chair under him, Tong Hua also imitated the man, closed his eyes slightly, put the teacup under his nose and sniffed it, and he could indeed smell the refreshing fragrance of tea.

When I opened my eyes again, the light green Longjing in the cup exuded a scent of tea, and there were two tea leaves inside.

Tong Hua smiled slightly and drank the Longjing, and his mouth was filled with the fragrance of tea, which made Tong Hua enjoy it.

Swallowed slowly, Tong Hua exclaimed: "It's indeed a good tea, sweet and fragrant, and has endless aftertaste..."

The man smiled and said, "Come on, drink another drink."

As he said that, the man brought the cup to his mouth again and drank it all in one go.

Tong Hua also brought the drunk teacup to his mouth again, allowing the Longjing, which came from somewhere, to flow into his mouth.

The two drank three cups in a row. The man gently shook the paper fan and smiled and said, "Do you have a name?"

Tong Hua smiled faintly and said, "Tong Hua, the child who stands in the middle, and the birch of wood flower."

The man laughed and said, "Who gave you a name? Who is the surname of you?"

Tong Hua said lightly: "I named myself and made my surname."

"Hmm?" The man frowned slightly, and pointed at Tong Hua lightly with the paper fan in his hand, "Do you have parents?"

"No father...no mother..."

The man smiled slightly and looked at Tong Hua, as if he was talking to him, as if he was talking to him.

"Since there is no parents, isn't it leisurely, no one gives me, isn't it happy? The world is so great that it will not go anywhere, and there will not be any place..."

Tong Hua sighed without understanding and drank another sip of Longjing.

"I can't go where I want to go...the freedom to be restrained, the happiness allowed..."

The man frowned and said, "Who is restrained and who is allowed?"

Tonghua drank the Longjing in the cup, but the sweet fragrance turned into bitterness. When he looked at the tea leaves in the cup, they were also withered and yellow.

The constraints of heaven and earth are allowed by the world...
Chapter completed!