Zhan Wufeng brought some stones from the side hall to build a simple stove, carried a pile of dead branches and leaves under the trees in the courtyard, broke the thin bamboo on the top of the bamboo, made a simple bow with a rag, scraped some wood chips and placed them on the dead branches, and used the bowstring to pull a thin branch to drill wood to make fire. Zhan Wufeng watched TV and went to school. He didn't know if it could start a fire. Fortunately, a stream of blue smoke rose up after a few minutes. Holding the smoked wood chips, Zhan Wufeng gently placed it in the dead leaves, and slowly blew a few breaths. As a stream of white smoke rose, the fire started.

"Geji Geji" chewed the cooked bamboo shoots, which were crispy, but unfortunately there was no chicken flavor, to be precise, there was no taste.

After eating the food, Zhan Wufeng found a few long strips of cloth in the side hall, washed them in the pool, leaned against the fire to dry them, and bandaged his injured left arm with his right hand and mouth.

After resting for a while, he thought that he didn't know how long he would be sleepy here. He definitely didn't eat enough bamboo shoots, and it was impossible to eat only bamboo shoots. The injured body needed to supplement nutrients. After thinking about it, he still divided the white giant python. For this reason, he cut two green bamboos and burned them with fire and made seventeen or eighteen bamboo tubes. Then he used bamboo strips to skewers and roasted them into the bamboo tube. He carefully checked the sealing effect of the sleeve and sank the bamboo tube into the pool to keep them fresh.

The snake tendons of the white giant python were pulled out as a rope, and the snake gallbladder was swallowed by Zhan Wufeng in one mouthful. This is a rare tonic. It is very beneficial to his current physical condition. The snake blood was also left with two bamboo tubes. After all, there is no salt here, and people will be sour and weak if they don’t eat salt. When necessary, the snake blood may be able to recover some strength.

When a person is full, his mind will return to normal. Zhan Wufeng is thinking about how to get out. His mobile phone was soaked in water. Even if it is not broken, there must be no signal in this strange hall. He searched around him, without exits, and doors and windows, like a cell.

Zhan Wufeng lay on the stone table in this "cell" and raised his right hand and patted his forehead hard. He looked at the jade on the dome. He thought about the series of changes in his mind. It was so bizarre. He just admired the beauty on the streets of the downtown city and despised a handsome guy. Why was he abandoned by the world?

This is unscientific!

The path of immortality is vast and the path of humanity is vast. No one knows whether there are immortal cultivators in the world, but there must be some who are stronger than ordinary people through their own practice. Zhan Wufeng is confident that this is because he also has some secrets, otherwise how could he have the courage to fight such a big python?

Zhan Wufeng still remembers when he was five years old, wearing open-crotch pants, he played with stones at the door of his house, threw the small stone into the sky and watched it fall down. Unfortunately, after throwing four stones, the fifth stone hit his head without eyes. The child who was smashed to scream was touched, and his fingers were a little warm, and then he looked at the bright red on his hands. In order to avoid my mother's meal of fried pork with bamboo shoots, he decided to cover up his predicament with crying.

In the afternoon, sitting in the small outpatient clinic in the village, the old doctor with black-framed glasses wrapped around the little kid's head to the lower jaw with gauze. While talking to the doctor, my mother looked at her own son wearing a strange hat, feeling both distressed and angry.

When I got home, the child who thought he was going to be beaten was just scolded by his parents for a few words. There was a meal of meat at night, which made the little kid want to get a few more pebbles in his heart. After all, eating meat was a luxury for ordinary people in those years.

At night, Zhan Wufeng's head hurts a little. He who can sleep the most on weekdays can't sleep, but he tossed and turned and felt that the frog sound was particularly loud. With the help of getting up and peeing, the little kid opened the gate to the corner of the yard and released the water. When he was about to go back to the house, he looked up at the sky. The stars were dotted under the night. The moonlight that night was also as clear as water. Looking at his own shadow in the yard, Zhan Wufeng remembered a fun thing he had accidentally discovered a few days ago.

He found that as long as a person holds his breath and concentrates his energy and blood in his body to his head, his head will become congested and red, and his lips will feel chapped. After breathing, people will be dizzy, full of stars, unstable steps, and sometimes they will become dark in front of them. It seems not a fun thing, but he also found that after running and playing with children in the village, he will gather blood and blood in front of his chest, and he will feel full of qi and blood, and often it takes three or five breaths to do it.

To calm his mind, it was very magical for him. Unfortunately, he didn't understand the reason for this. For this reason, he consulted his mother, but only got a slap on the back of his head and scolded his mother. He also asked his father, "My father meant that little kids should not make a fool of himself, and told him that this is harmful to the body. If the human brain is deficient in oxygen, he will be dizzy and have a star-shaped eyes. He also said that squatting for a long time will have this effect.

Although he couldn't understand what he was saying, it didn't hinder his melancholy. His parents, who could do everything in his eyes, only gave the first half of the answer. As for the ones who only changed a few slaps behind him, they got nothing else. You should know that in this village, he is the most savvy among his peers. Unfortunately, it's useless. Apart from being able to proficiently count from 1 to 100, it is better than other little kids. For the little guy who doesn't even recognize a few words, these unknown things can attract his strong curiosity.

Under the cold moonlight, the small figure sat on the steps, pretending to be deep and supporting his head with his hands. Looking at the swaying trees in the yard, he was struggling whether he should continue this behavior that his father thought was mentally retarded. After about five minutes, the light in the room was on, and the child hurriedly stood up and ran to the room. After all, he ran slowly and was seen by his mother drinking outside. That brain breakdown was absolutely indispensable.

When he returned to bed, he recalled yesterday when he was plucking up the courage to provoke the big yellow dog from Uncle He Er’s house in the east end of the village and ran away half a mile. He made up his mind that by using this method, he could be chased by the dog less breathlessly, it was worth practicing.

In this way, he started his own path of cultivation when he was five years old. At first, he meditated and breathed secretly like a fool. He was discovered by his mother and his friends in the same village for a long time and was ridiculed for a long time, but no one was suspicious. After all, the popular Hong Kong and Taiwan martial arts dramas in those years had a lot of influence on the children. People only think that children are imitating the content of the TV series, and no one knows that Zhan Wufeng is truly practicing.

It is always difficult to start. After three years of perseverance, Zhan Wufeng felt the circulation of blood and qi in his body. It was another five years of cultivation that he felt the circulation of qi and blood to the five internal organs for the first time. Until this practice, he only felt that he was full of qi and blood and was full of energy.

The Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic says: Eating qi enters the stomach, dispersing essence into the liver, and lustful qi is in the tendons. Eating qi enters the stomach, turbid qi returns to the heart, and lustful essence into the meridians. The meridian qi flows through, the meridian qi returns to the lungs, the lungs face hundreds of meridians, and the essence is sent to the skin and fur. The hair and meridians combine essence, circulate qi in the viscera, and the viscera is clear, and it remains in the four storages. Qi returns to the trade-offs, weighs the trade-offs and weighs them to flatten, and the qi mouth forms an inch to determine life and death.

After silently reciting it several times in his mind, Zhan Wufeng sighed: "No wonder the ancients needed to go into seclusion when they were practicing immortals. They were not autistic and quiet, and they could not sort out the gains of their practice. Unfortunately, I was trapped here and I don't know if I could go out alive. Could it be that this change was caused by my random practice?"

After thinking about it for a long time, my tired body finally couldn't hold on, my eyelids became heavier and heavier, and I fell asleep soon after.

Shortly after Zhan Wufeng fell asleep, glimmers appeared on the stone table in the courtyard, and disappeared after a while.

"Mei Cai Butter, Xiaolongbao, oh, rooster~~" Miyan slept beautifully, Zhan Wufeng woke up satisfied. He was about to stretch his hands and stretch his waist when he remembered that his left hand and left arm were injured. When he stretched out, the scar was pulled, and the pain was grinning and screaming.

The hall is always as bright as day, and I don’t know how long it is. Zhan Wufeng is here, he eats snake meat, bamboo shoots when he is hungry, and boils some hot water when he is thirsty. In his spare time, he meditates and practices, and carves his own origins and achievements in his practice on the bamboo slices. If he really buried his bones here, he will be able to know everything about him and not be buried in the future.

At first, it was fine, but my body was injured and I said I would fall asleep as I fell asleep, but with my body recovered, the silence here was a bit unbearable.

People are crowded creatures, too lonely people. At first, they will talk to themselves involuntarily, and then they will slowly lose their language function. In the silent secret room, Zhan Wufeng's spirit is facing collapse. The eternal daytime, as quiet as death, is enough to make people crazy. Now he can't sit still and cannot sleep. When he closes his eyes, he feels like he is trapped in the boundless darkness, and as if countless tentacles are attacking him in the darkness.

Zhan Wufeng lay on the stone table and twisted his body constantly, as if he was avoiding something. After a while, he slowly settled down and opened his eyes, looking at his whole body soaked in sweat, but he could only remain silent. These days, he tried to find the secret passage and the secret door but couldn't find it. The water in the pool was endless, but he could not find the water inlet. There was no climbing object around the palace. The stones were less than 10 meters high, and this place was a place of death.

After a difficult time calming down, Zhan Wufeng walked into the courtyard, took off his clothes, and lay in the pool. If he still couldn't find a way out, it would be difficult for him to survive with the food here alone. There was not much bamboo shoots left, and the snake meat could only last for three days, and the snake blood could last for up to ten days.

"I really want to die here? I can't die here. Mom is still waiting for me to go home. I haven't married a wife yet. How can I die here? I absolutely cannot." Zhan Wufeng lay in the water and said to himself. This time, he did not meditate in the hall and finally saw the glimmer of light on the stone table.

"Walala" didn't bother to put on clothes, Zhan Wufeng turned out of the pool with his butt, and rolled and crawled to the stone table. He saw a square chessboard appearing on the originally empty stone table, and the five elements of the text appeared around the chessboard.

"The sky produces water, the earth consists of sixty percent, and one six are the same clan, and it is water in the north."

"The earth produces fire, and the sky completes it, and the two sevens are the same as the road, and the fire resides in the south."

"The three heavens produce wood, and the eighth of the earth is the same. Three eighth of them is friends, and wood lives in the east."

"The earth produces gold, the sky completes it, the four nine are friends, and the gold lives in the west"

"The five heavens produce earth, the tenth earth completes it, fifty roads are the same, and the earth is in the middle"

"There are four poles in these lines, southeast, west and northwest, and the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, earth and earth gather together. The sky is fifty. Could it be the River Map?"

Looking at the words on the table, Zhan Wufeng felt proud of himself for the first time. He had read a lot of miscellaneous books to meditate and practice qi. Books such as the Hetu and Luoshu, which are of great significance, are naturally indispensable. Just as he was about to show off his skills, he realized that the word was simplified and could not have been engraved by the ancients. After careful examination, there was indeed a sentence engraved in the lower right corner of the chessboard:

‘The river map has been formed, the soil is restored in the middle, and the stone gate is revealed, which is recorded by later generations.’
Chapter completed!