Tiger Roars in China

The priest Tong Luo seemed to see through Li Meng's thoughts and said to Li Meng, "Li Meng, come with me. I will take you to see something."

Li Meng stood up hesitantly and followed the priest Tong Luo to the superstructure of the wooden tower.

As he walked, Li Meng observed the structure of the wooden tower.

The wooden tower is almost entirely made up of piles of thick logs.

However, it is not a simple stacking, but grooves are cut out at the contact points of the upper and lower layers, which are riveted together to increase the solidity of the wooden tower.

Moreover, there are cross-braced rods on each floor of the wooden tower to increase the stability of the wooden tower.

This is a concept that only modern architecture has! Li Meng actually saw it in this primitive tribe.

Seeing Li Meng observing the wooden tower, the priest Tong Luo said with some pride, "This Tower of Babel is my masterpiece, what do you think?"

Li Meng nodded and said, "It's really surprising!"

The priest Tong Luo continued, "I built this after studying the Hunter's Notes passed down by my ancestors and understanding the way of heaven."

Although the priest Tong Luo attributed these to the way of heaven, Li Meng heard different meanings from them.

Li Meng heard two familiar words again, "Tower of Babel" and "Hunter's Notes".

This is another term from Earth. How did it get here?

Could it be that the ancestors of this priest Tong Luo were also people from Earth who traveled through time?

Although the priest Tong Luo was old, his legs and feet were very nimble, and he walked with a breeze.

Li Meng followed behind him and felt a little tired.

The design of this wooden tower is very clever, using the different lengths of logs to naturally form a spiral staircase.

The wooden tower does not have rooms on every floor, but there is a real room every other floor.

Although the practical space is reduced, the benefits are obvious.

The hollow part allows for ventilation and reduces wind resistance, preventing the wooden tower from being blown down by storms.

It is also convenient for maintenance and repair.

Priest Tong Luo took Li Meng up several flights of stairs and finally arrived at a locked room.

The priest Tong Luo took a lot of effort to open the lock.

He said to Li Meng apologetically, "We are getting a little confused when we get old.

This lock seems to be rusty. I wanted to change it a long time ago, but I never did. "

Li Meng asked curiously, "Tong Luo, are there other people living here?"

The priest Tong Luo shook his head and said, "No, I am a priest and I have to remain secret. How could I let anyone else in here? I am the only one here."

"If there's no one else, why did you lock it?"

Li Meng was even more puzzled.

The priest Tong Luo looked back at Li Meng, and then he said, "Li Meng, you don't know how valuable the things I have collected here are! I wish I could add a few more locks!"

"Is it the gong?"

The priest Tong Luo looked at Li Meng again and said, "Li Meng, do you also know that bronze gong? The things here are much more valuable than that bronze gong!"

After a lot of effort, the priest Tong Luo finally opened the door.

As soon as she entered the room, Li Meng smelled the scent of camphor wood.

In the room, there were three camphorwood boxes placed side by side, a table and a chair, and nothing else.

The three camphorwood boxes were all locked. The priest Tong Luo fumbled for a long time before he found the key. He opened the middle camphorwood box and took out a yellowed parchment book.

On the cover of the book, there were four characters written in a flamboyant style with a brush - "Hunter's Notes".

The priest Tong Luo stroked the parchment book and did not speak for a long time.

After a long while, he handed the parchment book to Li Meng and said, "Li Meng, take a look at this "Hunter's Notes" first. This is a heavenly book passed down from my ancestors. If you understand it, you can become a god!"

Li Meng was holding the parchment book, feeling extremely excited.

Although he didn't know who wrote this book, the brush writing on the cover clearly revealed the identity of that person.

Because calligraphy is unique to China.

Besides, he wrote in Chinese characters.

With excitement, Li Meng sat down at the table, opened the "Hunter's Notes" and began to read.

The more he looked, the more Li Meng's brows furrowed.

What exactly is written on it?

There is neither logic nor order, it is simply like the ravings of a lunatic.

A scale here and a claw there, it's really confusing.

No wonder the priest Tong Luo said this was a heavenly book. This is really harder to understand than a heavenly book!

Li Meng shook his head when he saw this.

When the priest Tong Luo saw Li Meng shaking his head, he quickly asked, "What's the matter? Li Meng, can you understand it?"

Li Meng continued to shake his head and said, "I don't understand it. This thing is too profound."

The priest Tong Luo stroked his beard and asked, "Li Meng, do you recognize all the words on it?"

Li Meng nodded and replied, "I can recognize each word individually, but when they are put together, I don't understand what they mean."

The priest Tong Luo did not speak again, as if he was thinking about something.

Suddenly, the priest Tong Luo pointed at Li Meng and said with certainty, "Li Meng, I can be sure that you are the chosen one!"

Li Meng put down the Hunter's Notes in astonishment, stood up, looked at the priest Tong Luo, and asked, "Tong Luo, why are you so sure? Am I the chosen one?"

The priest Tong Luo smiled proudly and said, "Li Meng, this "Hunter's Notes" is a heavenly book, and I spent a lot of money to get it.

The words above are all sacred texts. I have studied them for most of my life, but have only figured out a small part of them.

You, Li Meng, actually recognized them all. If you are not the chosen one, then who is?"

"What? Tong Luo, are you saying that you don't recognize any of the words in this book?"

Li Meng found it a little unbelievable.

The priest Tong Luo nodded seriously and said, "Yes, the divine text is the text created by the gods. Each divine text has a special charm and contains the way of heaven.

How could ordinary people like us recognize it?

Only the chosen ones can recognize the divine text. "

Li Meng was a little upset by what the priest Tong Luo said. He originally thought that the priest Tong Luo treated him with sincerity, but he didn't expect that it was another big trap.

"If the gods have to create everything, then they must be very tired. Can they handle it?"

Li Meng's tone was a bit aggressive, but the priest Tong Luo did not take it as an offense at all. He still smiled and replied, "Yes, you are right. The gods are too busy, so only a small part of the divine texts have been passed down, and most of them are sword texts."

After hearing what the priest Tong Luo said, Li Meng was suddenly speechless.

Suddenly, Li Meng remembered something and picked out a book from his treasure bag.

It was the "Collection of Boxing Techniques" that Linghu Changfeng gave him.