The heart is to the eyes, and the eyes are there, and the hands and feet are there.

Xiao Nan didn't know if he was doing this, only to find that Elder Boyang's moves and styles seemed to be imprinted in his heart, and after a little thought, he felt that he had all the essentials and was extremely familiar with them, as if he had learned them.

But after all, he only has one star in the Wudao evaluation, and he doesn't dare to be too public, so he pretends to practice six times before he gains a little, and he is satisfied.

"You have to practice this set of body quenching techniques seriously. I will check your progress on time every month!" Elder Boyang made his rounds, pointing out a few children whose movements were not standard, and his tone was serious.

"As for those of you who are unwilling to practice the Quenching Technique, register with me and report your names and cultivation techniques!"

Several children glanced at each other, and Wang Gu was the first to come out and said loudly: "Elder, my name is Wang Gu, and I am practicing the family biography "Tiger Strength". ”

"Wang Shi, practice the family biography "Purple Qigong". ”

"Bo Yu, practice the family biography "Dian Lang Jue". ”

......

"Lan Yun, practice "Non-Zhuan Xuangong". The yellow-skinned, patched child stepped forward and said timidly, immediately making everyone look sideways.

Lan Yun, a rare and peerless asset that alarmed the top geniuses of the guardian elder Han Shi and the patriarch Boli, was rewarded with two inheritance secret books from the Nanli Palace, namely "Not Turning Xuangong" and "Three Light Sword Techniques".

These things have long been spread throughout the tribe, and everyone knows about them. For an ordinary child like Xiao Nan, Lan Yun is almost a living myth, synonymous with legend!

However, as the soul of an adult, Xiao Nan has passed the age of "chasing stars", and he has not raised any jealousy or envy.

Everyone has their own path to take, where to start, what the tools are, only to determine how fast you walk, not to determine the direction you walk, and the end point you can reach.

"Xiao Nan, practice the family biography "Twelve Ancestral Fists". He took a slow step forward and whispered.

However, Elder Boyang's next sentence immediately made him regret it a lot.

"Well, in that case, I can't give you much guidance, old man. You can cultivate on your own and report your progress on time! My only request to you is that the quenching speed must not fall, and you will not be held back!"

Can't give guidance? Cultivate on your own? Xiao Nan is really dumbfounded! If you talk about others, like Wang Gu, Wang Shi, Bo Yu, and others, they will naturally be taught by the elders of the family.

But what about himself? Father Xiao Jiu is missing, mother Lan Xi is lowly in cultivation, who can teach "Twelve Ancestors Fist", do you have to rely on your own exploration......

In the following days, Elder Boyang really rarely pointed out a few people, and only occasionally opened his mouth to comment and make a little mention. Xiao Nan was at a loss as if he was blind.

The Nanli tribe has had some strange faces in the past few days, and among them there is a small Tai'an caravan with only a dozen people. However, they are all lean and capable, fully armed, and they are by no means ordinary business travelers.

When night fell, it was like a big net, with the mountains as a support, covering the Nanli tribe tightly.

Xiao Nan gently rubbed the gourd pendant on his chest, and the wooden planks in the corner of the house opened in response, revealing the deep cellar.

The rich aroma of wine comes from afar. He twitched his nostrils a few times uncontrollably, enjoying it exceedingly.

He walked to the corner of the cellar, and his little hands fiddled with the dirt for a moment, and then pulled out a small shovel. He carefully shoveled away the rubble, revealing a man-wide plank.

He touched the plank and smiled.

Ever since the last Zhuyuan attack and killing, Xiao Nan has always been worried about his own safety and Lanxi's safety.

At that time, the tall and thin men and the short and fat warriors rushed in, and although they were killed by themselves, they also directly exposed their own shortcomings - there was no means of escape when they encountered danger.

So, after much thought, he decided to dig another secret room in his cellar for hiding.

Imagine the situation at that time, if he could quietly hide in the underground secret room with his mother, Lu Wuhua and the others who came and went in a hurry might not be able to find out. Naturally, there will be more time to wait for rescue.

After nearly half a year of excavation, today is finally done! As long as the earth at the bottom of the secret room is flattened, the four walls are tamped, the ventilation vents are connected, and the wooden planks that hide the entrance are all done!

Xiao Nan carefully checked the situation in the secret room, meticulously, and there was no omission. The ground is damp, and there are many things to be aware of, and the slightest carelessness may cause a collapse.

It is really difficult for others to dig out such a secret room. But for the sake of life, it was all worth it, and no one knew if those guys would come back.

The ......shovel sank into the soil, but it seemed to have caught something, and there was a "click".

"Hey, is there jade under my house?" Xiao Nan shook the small soil shovel and laughed self-deprecatingly.

However, before he could open it to check, suddenly the sound of "click, click" sounded continuously, and after a few breaths, the ground suddenly broke off two feet long.

"Oh no!" he said, throwing his shovel and running down the stairs behind. It's a pity that he didn't move until he could move, and he fell down.

The soft earth slid rapidly, carrying his body downward, and in the blink of an eye, it didn't pass his nostrils, eyes, and the top of his head, burying him entirely.

"Could it be that it is an underground river that runs through the mountains? The Guixu River next to the bamboo courtyard comes from the south and leaves the mountain, and if it is connected to the underground river, it is reasonable. I just hope that I won't be drowned...... I'd rather suffocate to death eating dirt...... Eat ...... dirt"

It was his last thought when he fell.

The heavy feeling of suffocation was like a mountain, and the stuffy breath of the chest and abdomen was about to explode from the body, and the wet and thick soil poured down the nasal cavity.

The blood is flowing rapidly, and the heartbeat is like a "bang, bang" in the ears.

"Carry the camp and hug one, and you can be inseparable. Dedicated and soft, can be like a baby. ”

Xiao Nan, who was about to faint, suddenly remembered the last two sentences of the ape-shaped static pile in "Twelve Ancestral Fists".

This is the turning point of the transformation of static piles into moving piles, and it is one of the essences of ape-shaped piles. Originally, he couldn't understand it.

At this moment, under the pressure of life and death, the body and spirit seem to be separated and merged, the mouth and nose breathing has turned to the abdominal style, and the cells are desperately decomposing the only remaining oxygen.

The pores of the whole body seem to be trying to open, like a plant absorbing nutrients from the soil.

"I see! Camp spirit hug one, dedicate and gentle! Ape-shaped pile of moving pile--moon style!" In the darkness, he suddenly opened his eyes, only to feel that his body was suppressed with vigorous power.

With the explosion of "boom", Xiao Nan jumped out of the mound of dirt like an ape, with his arms like a full moon and his waist like a full string.

This is the process of changing from the static pile of the ape-shaped pile to the moving pile and the moon, accumulating the power of static and dynamic power, bursting out from the inside out, and breaking through the backlog of underground soil in one fell swoop.

It was darkness as far as the eye could see, and there was a faint light when I looked up. The cave is about six feet high. The torches in the chamber are not angled and cannot shine through.

Judging by the humid air, the place is empty.

Every once in a while, you can hear the sound of falling water in the distance, which stirs up echoes and endures.