Wang Yujue walked towards the dark place with joy.

The cave is very tall and can be placed in the next house. It is even darker and obviously very deep.

He squatted under the cave wall and felt that he was not that cold. He stared at it tightly, afraid that some monster would run out of it.

After a long period of nervousness, I saw that it was as quiet as death and that I could not smell any strange smell in my nose. My heart gradually calmed down, so I looked around.

The cave is dark, and the shadows of the sightings are not very clear.

Wang Yujue was not as cold as before, so he got up and walked around so that he could see the objects clearly. There were some jars and jars and jars piled up against the wall in the hole, just like a kitchen. He bent over and tried those jars, but they were a little bit serious, and they must have been filled with pickled vegetables. Anyway, he looked over one by one, and one jar contained rice and another jar filled with water.

"It's so well prepared. Is there anyone living here?" He looked at his heart and said, "Is it the masked man just now? He lived here and took me here for what he did?" As he thought about it, he suddenly remembered Zhu Taolai who wanted to eat his blood, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

When he thought about this, he couldn't help but turn his head and look around, but the cave was still as quiet as death, with no sound at all, and no one else. He was afraid for a while, and his heart was relieved because there was no movement, so he searched the cave again.

Some firewood came into his eyes, and there was a fire sickle on a stone ridge beside the firewood.

"There is water, fire, rice and vegetables in this valley." He murmured to himself, "But who is the master? The masked man? Unlike - he left himself and left, it was not the host's behavior."

He looked deep in the cave and had the desire to find out, but hesitated. He was always afraid of the unfamiliar place. But when he thought that this was a place where people live, there would never be any other poisonous snakes and poisons, he was no longer so scared.

He bent down and picked up the firewood and tied it tightly. He then smashed a vine firewood into silk with a stone and placed it in the middle of the firewood for ignition. After all this, he took the fire sickle and started fighting. With the sound of "pa", a series of sparks burst onto the silk firewood. After a smog of smoke, the flames started to "swoosh".

He smiled and hurriedly hung the firewood down. The flames rushed upwards. The firewood became more vigorous and the hole suddenly became brighter.

He held the torch and walked steadily into the hole.

The cave is curved like a snake's body, extending endlessly inside, sometimes tall and wide, or sometimes short and narrow.

Not long after he walked, a bed made of wooden boards was crossed under the cave wall, with weeds everywhere on the hillside. The weeds were crushed very softly, and from then on it was concluded that someone had slept on it all year round.

He continued to move forward and suddenly saw a stone platform with incense burners and incense candles placed on it. The incense candles inserted in the stove had been burning for more than half. A shrine was carved out on the stone wall behind the platform, and a statue of a Zen master was placed inside.

He sat cross-legged, his hands folded, as if he was reciting scriptures, with a kind and peaceful expression and a kind face. There was a row of small words engraved under the statue: Zen Master Shichen.

When he saw the stone statue, he bowed respectfully to him. He grew up in the mountains, where there were few temples, so he did not kneel like other believers.

After he finished his salute, he was about to move forward, but he saw a piece of yellow paper posted on the other side of the hole with two lines of regular characters written on it: If you want to come up with this valley, you must learn this technique.

In the cracks under the paper, there was an object holding a red silk.

Wang Yujue saw this and said, "Did you never go out if you don't learn this technique? Let's see what technique is this?" He said, taking off the object, opening the red silk, and seeing it turned out to be a book.

On the cover of the book, the six words "The Secret of Thunder and Lightning" are written in Lishu.

"The unique skills of lightning?" He said in confusion, "What's this?" As he said that, his thumb pressed the side of the book and slid, the pages quickly turned the article, and pictures such as illustrations appeared inside.

He quickly looked at it before looking page by page.

It roughly says that the pioneer of the unique learning of Thunder and Lightning is Zen Master Shichen. He was a person from the late Han Dynasty. As well as martial artists, they must respect him as their ancestor, perform the ceremony of three kowtows and nine kneelings, and must be pure in their hearts. Don’t bully the weak after learning this technique, etc. The following is the introduction of the technique, first practicing Qi, then fist and palm. Each paragraph is equipped with illustrations. The illustrations are exquisitely drawn, and the people on it are vivid and vivid.

"The Skill of Thunder and Lightning turned out to be a book for practicing martial arts." Wang Yujue looked through it and then understood what the so-called art was.

"The masked man got himself here, it turned out to be for this!" He said to himself when he understood, "I am poor. Although I am not powerless, my skin is tender and brittle. How can I be used to practice martial arts? If you want to find a successor, you have to find me well. Get me here, it's like driving me on the shelves."

He closed the book, wrapped it in red silk and put it back in the distance, bowed in front of the stone statue and said, "It's hard to be poor, so you should choose another skillful one."

He knew it was meaningless to go further, so he retreated with a torch. Nongshi threw it under the cave wall and said, "I don't believe that I can't get out if I don't learn that unique skill."

In adversity, he was aroused by fighting spirit: "Even if I climb, I will climb up!"

He said as he walked out of the cave, looked up at the cliff, looking for a suitable area to climb. Seeing a stone cliff that was not steep, he hurried over.

He used his hands and feet to step on the protrusions of some stones and climbed up. But when he had just climbed three or four steps away, his hands and feet had already started to feel pain. Looking back, it seemed that it was already very high, so high that he made him dizzy, worried, and hurriedly retreated. Although it was not long, his fingers had been hurt by the stones. He hurriedly put them beside his mouth for a while to take care of them.

There are no rattans to cut here, so it would not work if you use the last method.

He looked at Shijing with no choice.

The sky gradually darkened, and the fog became heavier, and he could not see clearly even if he steps outside. He had to retreat to the cave and squat under the stone wall and meditate.

The man threw himself here and explained the only way to get out. It seemed that he was not talking nonsense, but was determined.

Practicing martial arts can strengthen one's body, and secondly, it can protect oneself. If you really practice it, you will not be bullied by others.

He recalled Kuang Guang's viciousness and Zhu Tao's cruelty, and thought to himself that if he really had a skill, could they do whatever they wanted? No, never. He also remembered the shameful scene of being held by Qiu Siyue in his armpit and ran away, and said that he was a big man, and he could not be under her protection for a long time. And just now, if he could go high like Qiu Siyue, he would not have fallen into a sad situation of being merciless.

He considered it from many aspects and felt that it was not a bad thing for him to practice martial arts.

"Practice it, I can't get out anyway. If you don't want to practice, you can fight thousands of enemies, as long as you can protect yourself." He suddenly felt enlightened in his heart.

He lit the torch again, entered the cave and performed the ceremony of three kowtows and nine kneelings in front of Zen Master Zai Chen before taking the book of the thunder and lightning to the wooden bed, and looked word by word in the fire.

After reading for a while, I felt dizzy and no interest at all, and I couldn't stop yawning.

"Oh, this secret book is really a secret book. I read a few words for a long time, but I couldn't recite a single sentence. Even when I read the Four Books and Five Classics, I didn't feel so difficult." He closed the book and yawned several times in succession and said, "It's useless to force something that is not interested."

He recalled the first Qi training picture, and no matter how he fiddled with it, it seemed like a pig learned to climb a tree.
Chapter completed!