The air in the tunnel is humid and has a hint of unpleasant musty smell, which shows that although the air is well circulated in this tunnel, there are few people. This smell of mildew is actually the dampness of the earth's leylines. On that day, he leaned on the earthen wall, and couldn't help coughing a few times, Chinese medicine has said that "the liver opens the eyes", his liver and spleen have long been injured by the golden crow, and the five elements between the viscera are adjusted to each other, so his lung qi is on the high side, which is really disordered.

A puff of dust shook up in the cough, and the sun's eyes were overlooked, and the dark and unlit tunnels did not seem to stop his gaze. After taking a few more steps forward, he suddenly paused, his ears branched, and his face changed, and after a few hesitations, he finally couldn't reach a conclusion, sighed and shook his head.

But just as he sighed, there seemed to be a strange sound from the depths of the tunnel, but the sound seemed to be real and illusory, making it difficult to distinguish whether it was true or false. That day's body froze again, and after listening for a long time, he looked back and forth suspiciously, but he didn't find anything unusual.

At this moment, the position of the person who was in the middle of the tunnel, and he didn't know which entrance to Wenfeng Town he had entered this tunnel, and he couldn't tell where he had gone underground. I saw that in a almost suffocating darkness, two points of silver-white light suddenly lit up, and after slowly taking shape, it was revealed that it was actually the eyes of the sun, and the silver-white light gradually increased, reflecting the range of three or four meters around him clearly visible.

This is actually a bit similar to the exposure of sexual light in the cultivation path, but it is already the ultimate that the person of that day can achieve, of course, the person of that day does not understand what is wisdom light, what is sexual light, he is just the pure yang qi accumulated by observing the sun and measuring the shadow speed dating. The art of the day can explore numerology, can peek into the way of heaven, but after all, it is only a list of arts, and can not be compared with the Qimen Dunjia, the way of easy counting, the cultivation and merit of the day are actually not weak, the sun qi gathered in the upper dantian Lingfu, and slowly transformed into the qi of spiritual wisdom, although the liver is devastating and hurting the eyes, but it helps the day to enhance the spiritual machine, this is the secret of the art of the day, and the secret of blessing and misfortune depend on each other, and the way of yin * Ben.

The light in the sun's eyes could only be reflected for a few meters, but his gaze had penetrated the solid darkness to the end of the tunnel. Not to mention people, not even rats or even cockroaches are missing. No matter how magical the magic is, it still can't be compared with the path of cultivation, and the difference between the two is already something that can be described by the realm of cultivation. The day's eyes shone brightly, but in fact, he was just comforting himself.

At this moment, within a few meters as far as the eye could see, although it could not be said to be as bright as day, it could be seen that the ground was covered with dust, and the cobwebs on the cave walls were dark, and there were no footprints left. The man frowned vigorously, the silver light in his eyes suddenly increased, and suddenly he crouched down, stretched out his right finger, and wiped it lightly on the dust, and a dark brown different from the floating earth appeared on his fingertips. The man sniffed at the tip of his nose, his face flickered with joy and sorrow, and just as the light in his eyes was about to dim, he suddenly gritted his teeth and took out the small square tripod from his bosom.

On that day, the person placed the Fang Ding on the ground, and then burned the three pillars of incense, staring at the spiraling smoke with a nervous face, the incense was more than half, he finally sighed, put away the Fang Ding, and somehow, there was a few traces of resolute misery between his eyebrows.

The tunnel meandered forward, and the man of the day held Fang Ding in his hand, his steps were heavy but firm, but the further he went, his breathing slowly became faster, showing that his heart was actually extremely nervous. The small Aoki square tripod was held tightly in his hand, as if no matter how dangerous the future was, with this tripod in his hand, he could turn the danger into a disaster, but he didn't know if it was also like the magic weapon of the Daomen in the art of the sun, which had an extraordinary effect.

The musty smell in the air was replaced by a damp smell, and the day even felt that from the top wall overhead, there seemed to be water droplets, and the dampness hit his face in a haze, as if he were in the morning mist. That day stopped, stunned for a moment, unable to figure out why it was so humid and abnormally humid in the underground passage of the Northwest Plateau.

A ray of light finally appeared in front of it, and the narrow passage expanded outward in the shape of a trumpet, and there was a cave of more than 100 square meters in front of it. The tunnel diverged from the mouth of the cave to the left and right, stretching out in the darkness, and I didn't know where the light came from. The cave was hazy, and there was nothing in it. But the person on that day seemed to know something, he put his hands on his chest, holding the wooden tripod, looking at the posture, it seemed to be a fist salute, it was a kind of sign language.

"You've finally found it." In the cave ahead, there was a sudden chuckle, the voice was slightly hoarse, and even a little torn, sometimes mixed with a hint of suppressed coughing, "Just now I was still worried, whether you can go deep into the ground and find me in these thousands of twists and turns, but now it seems that I am too worried." To this day, there is really no arrangement from the ancestors. ”