Feng Baiju was really like Fang Lei, he originally wanted to pull out the poison dart and put away the portrait, but when he heard Fang Lei's voice, he was already frightened, and his first thought was to run for his life.

Therefore, he did not even dare to walk the mountain road, for fear of being overtaken, and ran desperately towards the depths of the dense forest, and several times he tripped over vines, and blood broke out from his knees, and he was heartbroken, and he did not care about bandaging.

He lived like a savage in the dense forest, picking wild fruits when he was hungry, drinking mountain spring water when he was thirsty, and climbing trees to sleep at night.

During the day, he would sit on the hillside and practice.

It is written in the secret book of Lei Shengong: In order to practice Shengong, you must first have a strong foundation of qigong, and only when the true qi fills all the acupoints in the body can you learn to succeed.

The twelve meridians communicate with the viscera and have certain restrictions, while the eight meridians of the strange meridians do not communicate with the viscera and are not subject to the restrictions of the twelve meridians, but are not in the way of strange behavior.

Martial arts people practice qigong, is to force luck, thousands of ways to open up the two veins of Rendu, so that the twelve meridians and the eight veins of the strange meridians are connected with each other, the true qi is full, and the skill is improved, in order to kill the enemy and win.

However, this kind of forcible luck practice is very dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will go mad, paralyze your whole body and become crippled for life, and ruin your decades of wishes and painstaking efforts.

Feng Baiju very much hopes to reach the highest level of martial arts, and tries every possible means to get the secret book of martial arts, but he is also a greedy person who is afraid of death.

He once used the following three indiscriminate means to get the cheats of practicing qigong, but he didn't dare to force his luck and open up the second vein of Ren Du, for fear that if he went mad, he would give away a dog's life in vain, so until now, he has not practiced qigong.

The first importance of thunder and divine skill is: the heart is like stopping water, the breath is refined, the body and mind are relaxed, the mind is concentrated, the regular movements are used, the function is adjusted and enhanced, and the potential of the human body is induced and enlightened.

Use your mind to guide the qi of the dantian, follow the scriptures, and with the deepening of kung fu, you can reach the realm of small Zhou Tian and big Zhou Tian.

The first practice method is almost the same as the method of practicing qigong, but it is necessary to meditate quietly for three or four hours under the blazing sun, and to keep the heart quiet, not upset, and not confused.

Seeing that the thunder god skill is based on practicing qigong first, only when the true qi is full, can you practice the thunder god skill again. Feng Baiju's heart was already half cold, Bai Ji didn't even get through the second vein of the governor, so the little Zhou Tian who came, the big Zhou Tian run? That is full of true energy?

However, if he can't practice the thunder god skill, he can't make a comeback, reorganize the Flying Eagle Gang, and dominate the martial arts, so what's the use of his life? It's better to die, out of sight, out of mind! “

In order to achieve his goal, he decided to sacrifice his life and forcibly use his luck to open up the second pulse of Ren Du to meet the needs of practicing the first weight of the thunder god skill.

Feng Baiju regarded the cheats for practicing qigong that he obtained, together with the cheats of thunder god skills, in his arms at all times, as the root of his life.

He opened the secret book of practicing qigong, read it again, and began to practice, after not practicing for a long time, he had already become unfamiliar, and when he got lucky, it was not so smooth, and he was often hindered by the operation of his true qi, so anxious that he was upset and had to stop temporarily.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a voice next to me: "Are you a human or a ghost?" Even if it's a ghost, the old man is not afraid, and in broad daylight, he can't do anything if it's a ghost! “

He was startled by this sudden voice, and when he looked closely, it turned out to be a woodcutter about sixty years old, holding a sharp wood knife in his hand, standing five or six steps away, staring at two big eyes, looking at himself with a tiger's eye, and pounced on him at any time, and fought desperately with him.

Feng Baiju knows: In the past half a month, he has already become inhuman, his hair is long and his beard is messy, he is originally a snake-headed rat, and he only eats wild fruits and does not eat meat, he has already been as thin as a monkey, no wonder the old woodcutter treats him as a monster.

He slowly stood up and said, "Don't be afraid, old man, I am a human being, not a ghost, and I won't hurt you!"

The old woodcutter asked, "Then why are you hiding in the mountains and forests?" Did you do a murderous deed, and you were wanted by the government, but you didn't dare to come out to meet people? “

Feng Baiju's eyes flashed, squeezed out a few tears, and sighed: "Alas! It is also the destiny of heaven, under the outsider, there are a few acres of thin fields cultivated at home, this spring there was a great drought, more than a month of rain has not fallen, can not be sown. The people in the village all came out in groups to flee the famine, but they didn't know that they encountered bandits on the way and robbed them, driving the people on the same road to pieces. As the saying goes, blessings are not double, disasters are not alone, in the next only care about fleeing, in the mountains and lost their way, until now can not go out, has been eating more than a month of wild fruits to satisfy hunger, so it has become like this! “

Only then did the woodcutter relax his vigilance and said: "As the saying goes, the people of the world are family, since this is the case, the old man will take you to my house, eat some rice to satisfy your hunger, and then go to find a job, if you have hands and feet, as long as you are willing to contribute, you will not starve to death!" “

Feng Baiju had a ghost in his heart, and said hesitantly: "The village you live in has a large population?"

The old woodcutter replied, "The old man lives in a small mountain nest, and only me and my little grandson live!"

"What about your son and daughter-in-law?" Feng Baiju asked again.

The old woodcutter sighed, "Alas! Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, the son had a serious illness a few years earlier, and he died without money for treatment, and the daughter-in-law also remarried, leaving only the grandfather and grandson to rely on each other! “

Feng Baiju said hypocritically: "It's another unfortunate family, why is the life of a poor family so sad?"

The old woodcutter comforted: "It's okay to be sad, grit your teeth and get by!"

As he spoke, the old woodcutter picked up firewood, and Feng Baiju followed behind, and when he crossed a mountain, he saw the three thatched houses in the mountain nest.

Halfway down the mountain, a five-year-old boy on the left came up with a butt bump.

When he saw Feng Baiju behind the woodcutter, he was startled, and cried as he ran: "There are monsters behind grandpa, and there are monsters behind grandpa!"

The old woodcutter smiled: "Silly boy, in broad daylight, there are monsters there?"

The little boy hid in a thatched hut and did not dare to come out.

Feng Baiju shaved his head and shaved his beard at the woodcutter's house, so he barely looked like a person.

At dinner, the woodcutter killed the only old hen in the house, to serve the guests who met in Pingshui, for this reason, the little boy also cried a lot, when the old woodcutter went up the mountain to chop wood and was not at home, the old hen became the little boy's playmate, and now he actually killed his playmate for a person he had never met, do you say you can not be sad?

The old woodcutter asked, "Guest Gui Geng?"

Feng Baiju replied: "I have lived for forty-six years in vain, but now I have achieved nothing!"

Old woodcutter: "Hah! Ha! Laughed and said, "The old man is sixty and two years old this year, and he is sixteen years older than you!"

Feng Baiju raised a bowl full of wine and said, "Borrow flowers to offer Buddha, pay tribute to my brother, thank you for taking in!"

The old woodcutter said: "Life is not as good as it should be, and there is no difficulty in the difficult family?" Don't mind! “

Feng Baiju hadn't smelled meat for more than a month, and now he was already salivating at a large plate of fragrant chicken, and he couldn't wait to gobble it up, and after a while, he ate the chicken to a fine end.

After he was full of wine and food, the old woodcutter led Feng Baiju to the isolation hut to rest.

I was used to the days of worry, I was used to sleeping on the branches, once I lay on the tile, I couldn't sleep, I was confused at the beginning, I had nightmares, I dreamed that a large group of martial arts people were chasing and killing him, and when I woke up, I was in a cold sweat and soaked my clothes.

Feng Baiju is a ghost who is afraid of death, and he is afraid of dying when he practices qigong, so why is someone chasing him now? The more he thought about it, the more scared he became, the more he feared, the more he thought, he tossed and turned on the bed, and he couldn't sleep.

He knew that woodcutters often picked firewood to sell on the street, and perhaps his dog was already posted on the street, and if he recognized him and leaked it, wouldn't he be certain to die?

He was almost crazy, and whispered viciously: "The amount is not a gentleman, no poison is not a husband, rather than being found and killed in the future, it is better to strike first now, cut the grass and eradicate the roots, so as to prevent future troubles."

Feng Baiju, a dog thief who had lost his conscience and annihilated his humanity, secretly got out of bed, heard the snoring next door like thunder, and slipped into the kitchen lightly, lit a handful of firewood, and cruelly set fire to the three thatched huts.

Poor old woodcutter, who did not defend loyalty and treachery, led the wolf into suffocation, and lost two lives in vain.

Feng Baiju climbed up the hill and looked at the raging fire, "Hey! Hey! Di sneered: "Old woodcutter, don't blame Feng for being insidious and vicious, you are too loyal and honest!"