"Master, can you read ancient Chinese?" Yi Yu didn't worry about refining, but asked.

"ancient Chinese, what do you want to do with this?" The face on the stone gate was slightly stunned, and he ran said with a smile: "in ancient times, there were very few words circulating. Only some tortoise shell stone carvings recorded that kind of ghost symbols, and most of the methods of cultivation were handed down by word of mouth, which was of no use at all."

"how much can you remember about ancient times?" Yi Yu's eyebrows are slightly wrinkled. It seems that the spirit of this instrument can't recognize the ancient characters.

Ancient...