It is seven or eight feet wide, five or six feet high, and more than ten feet deep. It is not like a cave, but more like a large pit formed by weathering on the cliff. It is uneven, and there are even one foot high stalagmites standing in some places.

Meng Yuanhou put Xiaoqiu down and looked at it a few times, "Yes, it seems that you are the first person to move in."

"Can you come to see me? Or I'll go see you." Xiaoqiu said to Meng Yuanhou who turned around and was about to leave.

"Those who think about mistakes do not have the right to visit their neighbors casually. I am not far from you, one thousand and seven feet higher than 63 caves, which is my new home." Meng Yuanhou suddenly remembered something, stretched out his right hand and pressed it on a relatively flat cave wall, and took back his palm. "Thinking about mistakes is also a little good, very quiet, and is suitable for experiencing disasters. I leave you a mental method, which may be helpful, but there is no teaching to take care of them here, you can only rely on yourself. If possible, try to delay the moment of experiencing disasters, and you will be safer at Yangshen Peak."

"Yes." Xiaoqiu felt reluctant to let go. The fate of the people he respected was not good. Li Yuechi committed suicide to prevent the invasion of the demon seeds, and Meng Yuanhou had to think about it for a hundred years because of other people's crimes. "I don't know how to thank you."

"Then don't thank me. Just remember that I teach the art of defiance against the sky. The Taoist fire will not be extinguished, see you for a hundred years."

"The Dao Fire is not extinguished." Xiao Qiu couldn't say the last four words, one hundred years, it was unimaginable.

Meng Yuanhou flew up to his thought cave. Xiaoqiu stood at the entrance of the cave and leaned forward to look up. The cliff wall was high and there was no peak. Meng Yuanhou had disappeared in the night. Looking down, it was not bottom-out. Looking into the distance, the mountains in the night fog extended to the extreme like a giant snake lying in the hiding distance.

Xiaoqiu didn't know where he was, but he only knew that it was a bare cliff with no weeds, and it was covered with caves of all sizes. Shen Geng, who had been sentenced to five years of contemplation, should also be in a certain cave.

He stood at the entrance of the cave until the sky gradually emitted light, the clouds dissipated, and the mountains gradually became clear. One of the straight peaks looked a bit like the Old Ancestor Peak. As for the Yangshen Peak, he had never been to it. I don’t know what it looked like. He closed his eyes and imagined a place similar to the Old Ancestor Peak in his mind. Then he murmured to himself: "Get up, get up, dress, wash your face, and you should also be able to practice boxing, eat breakfast, gather, line up, and worship the ancestor..."

Xiaoqiu could only think of this, and he knew too little about the introductory ritual.

Then he opened his eyes and found a bird flying towards him, getting closer and closer, but it didn't hide. It was about to collide and stopped suddenly. It was not a bird, but a plate of rice, no chopsticks or side dishes.

Xiaoqiu felt hungry only then. It had been nearly six or seven hours since that competition. He didn't get in. He held the plate and was stunned. He simply grabbed the rice with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth. Finally, he added the plate cleanly. The black paint plate seemed to dislike such a move. He couldn't wait to break free from Xiaoqiu's hand and flew away staggeringly.

This little meal was not enough, so Xiaoqiu could only expect lunch and dinner to be more hearty. When the night fell again, he realized that there was only one meal a day here.

Throughout the day, Xiaoqiu was doing something, removing the stalagmites in the cave as much as possible to make a place for him to lie down. The hungry he was, the more vigorous he became. He broke the stones with his hands and threw them outside the cave. In this way, he made himself exhausted, forgot about hunger, and forgot about his thoughts.

The ground was still very uncomfortable. Xiao Qiu and Yi lay down and fell asleep as soon as they closed their eyes.

For three consecutive days, life remained unchanged. In this silent and silent cave, I ate a meal every day. In my spare time, I either practice boxing or level the ground. He saw the place where Meng Yuanhou pressed with his palm, leaving a faint handprint, without words or graphics. Xiaoqiu knew that this was because he was not yet at the time to overcome the disaster, and he was undoubtedly confused, so naturally there was no answer.

On the evening of the fourth day, Xiaoqiu was sitting cross-legged at the entrance of the cave and looking at the mountains, a visitor came.

The visitor slowly rose from below. When he appeared, Xiaoqiu saw a green jade Ruyi stepping on his feet, three feet long and three inches wide, barely able to accommodate two feet, but the visitor stood very steadily.

It was Shin Ji.

He was wearing a slightly wide blue Taoist robe, with a high bun on his head and a wooden hairpin in it, which was completely dressed as a standard Taoist priest.

The two looked at each other for a while, and Xiaoqiu said, "Let me guess it was your mother who sent you up." Xiaoqiu didn't know much about magic weapons, but he felt that the male Taoist probably wouldn't use Yu Ruyi as a magic weapon.

"Let me see how you are doing." Shen Ji looked at the cave behind Xiaoqiu and did not mention Xiaoqiu's guess.

"Fortunately, I live alone, which is more spacious than the room with four people in the museum. There is one thing that makes me not good at eating and sleeping-I really want to know if your brother lives in a cave below."

"Why, do you still want to seek revenge on him?" Shen Yi's eyebrows slightly raised, "It's all an accident that you can knock him down in the museum. With yourself, even if you can climb over, you can't beat my brother's finger."

Xiaoqiu shook her head, "I don't want to fight with Shen Geng now. I just want to know, can I fly into his hole every day when I shit and pee?"

Shen Ji's face changed. He was a handsome and elegant Taoist family. He lived among Taoist priests who had been drinking wind and dew since he was a child. Some dirty things seemed vulgar even if they were the most hidden words, let alone so straightforward?

"My mother told me to always remember the appearance of the enemy. I will take a look. That's enough. Let's see you on Yangshen Peak in the future."

"Okay, you know, you look very much like your brother, especially your eyes."

"Um."

"When I beat you up in the future, I will be very happy."

A contemptuous smile appeared on Shin Ji's face, "My mother also told me that the enemy is the best help to promote practice. I hope you can practice hard this month and not be left too far."

Xiaoqiu stared at Shen Ji and shook her head gently, "Your mother must like your brother very much. She didn't tell you these words until he was locked up."

Shen Ji couldn't control the anger in his heart, so he snorted, turned around and flew downwards, and Yu Ruyi shook a piece of green light under his feet.

Xiaoqiu was in a happy mood and was about to hit the bone-forging fist again. Suddenly, he heard Shen Ji's voice ringing in his ears again, "I will defeat you, Mu Xingqiu, I will beat you so hard that you have no strength to fight back. I want to make my mother proud and let her know that I am not worse than my brother at all, or even stronger..."

Shin Ji, who had always been very serious, could even say such childish words. Xiao Qiu felt funny and turned around to sarcasm. He found that there was no one outside the cave. He leaned down and only saw the clouds and mist.

Xiaoqiu was stunned, and then more strange sounds rushed into his ears, vague human speech, the sound of the mountain wind hitting the cliff, the last few dead leaves of an old tree that didn't know where was shrunk, and the sound of the clouds absorbing water vapor became clearer and more complex.

Xiaoqiu retreated into the cave and knew that the thunder tribulation was coming. Such things were uncontrollable and could not be controlled. He could come at any time without the protection of the Dushui, so he could only deal with it alone.

He approached the wall and used the last ray of sunset light to search carefully on the handprints left by Meng Yuanhou. As expected, the handwriting gradually appeared:

The mind is the master of the orifice. Only by seizing disasters can we keep our minds. Those who come will come and go will go. We should not show weakness or force them.

This is just an ambiguous nonsense. If Xiaoqiu hadn't been respectful to Meng Yuanhou, the roaring sound in his ears would not have continued to look at the handprint. Soon, the text changed, and this time the sentence was no longer vague, but a small paragraph of specific luck method.

Xiaoqiu immediately did as he did, first sitting cross-legged, closing his eyes, then covering his right hand with his heart, pressing his left nostril with his left hand, and breathing slowly with one nostril. Every time he exhale, he must tap his upper and lower teeth gently, but his lips must not be opened.

After seven breaths, cover your heart with your left hand and press your right nose with your right hand, and then the cycle continues.

This is a method of keeping the heart, and it cannot stop or weaken the sounds from the outside world. Xiao Qiu's discomfort in his ears becomes stronger and stronger. The real thunder tribulation has arrived. Even the sound of the dead leaves blown down by the cold wind is like thunder exploding in his ears, which continues to increase.

It should be able to survive. Xiao Qiu had just had this idea. The sound that came into his ears changed a little, and a sound became clearer after the noise:

It was the voice of a child, muttering to himself with hatred, and the words "Mu Xingqiu" frequently popped up in his mouth, "...I want to prove that you have demon seeds, and your group of people have demon seeds... Pang Shan owed me an apology... Grandmaster, why do you protect them so much? Have you also been possessed by demons? Open your eyes! Ah, my eyes, Mu Xingqiu, I want to dig out your eyes..."

It was Shen Geng, who was also thinking about his mistakes in the cave. Xiaoqiu was furious and was about to scold him. Another voice inserted: "The voice of enemies disturbs people's minds. Can't you even resist such a simple trick?"

Meng Yuanhou's kick shocked Xiaoqiu, and he immediately put away his anger and continued to operate the Heart-Status.

Shen Geng's curse was unwilling to be mixed with the noise again. After a while, another voice became clear. It was clearly arguing that Grandmaster Pangshan and the head of the Forbidden Secret Department. One thought that he should continue to observe the young man in Yelin Town, and the other thought that it was not a problem to raise a tiger. Zuo Liuying's inability to speak was endorsed by a woman, but his tone was extremely fierce.

"The sound of illusion is touching." Meng Yuanhou's reminder penetrated into Xiaoqiu's mind like a gossip. He woke up again. Shen Geng's voice just now might be real. Grandmaster and Zuo Liuying are both Taoist priests with high magic power, and their voices cannot be heard from outsiders.

After a while, Xiaoqiu heard an even more impossible voice, which was Erliang Shen Xiuwei and bald son Mu Songxuan. They chatted with laughter, laughed at each other and played with each other, as if they were still living in Yelin Town.

Xiaoqiu knew that this was fake or sad, and his momentum was a hundred times stronger than the anger caused by Shen Geng.

"The sound of the dead is heart-wrenching." Amid the thunder, Meng Yuanhou's voice was as light as a sigh.

Xiaoqiu insisted on coming. When the voices of his father, younger brother and neighbors in Yelin Town came at the same time, he just changed his mind and eliminated them from his ears.

He opened his eyes and saw three rice balls on the edge of the cave entrance. He had survived the thunder tribulation safely for three days.

Then he saw the snowflakes outside, and the first snow of this year came unexpectedly.

The snowflakes in Pangshan were different, as big as discs. Xiaoqiu was surprised to find that their shape was even more beautiful than flowers. This was something he had never noticed. Not only that, Xiaoqiu also smelled the smell of snowflakes, which was a bit similar to the light rain after a long drought. Then, Xiaoqiu's throat surged, not because he wanted to eat, but because there was a sound that could not help but want to make it.

He turned his head and looked at the handprints left by Meng Yuanhou, which were flashing with a few small words. In Xiaoqiu's eyes, they all looked like big fights.

The eyes are like torches, shining everywhere in the subtle form, which is the fire disaster.

The nose is like a thoroughfare, without being blocked or left, which is a wind disaster.

The words are like a huge bell, and the shaking is a disaster for thousands of miles.

Xiaoqiu had just passed the thunder tribulation and was about to usher in the three tribulations of the other five orifices at the same time. He clearly remembered that this was an extremely rare thing and an extremely dangerous thing.

The green light shook from Yu Ruyi under his feet when Shen Ji left three days ago seemed to be swaying before Xiaoqiu's eyes again.

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