At the beginning, when Wu Feng practiced Yin Rou Palm, he worked very hard, practiced for many days, and felt more and more monotonous and depressed, just like eating white-haired mouse meat every day. Later, I gradually looked at the other exercises carved on the stone wall, and at a glance, I couldn't help but be surprised, the things carved on the stone wall can be described as strange, everything, some kung fu has not even heard of it, no, it should be that most of them have not heard of it, in addition to the internal and external exercises, it is more to remember the situation of the corpses after the various corpses, and how to subdue them, Wu Feng is more curious about these corpses, and has a great desire to learn, every time after practicing the feminine palm, After all, I have been practicing with Master Qingfeng Daoist for many years, just to learn how to drive out corpses, but I haven't started to learn these things from Master, so I have stretched out such a situation.

When he was fine, Wu Feng always thought about his master, and he didn't know how he was now, after he was forced to jump off the Broken Soul Cliff by that hateful Jin Batian, it should have been a long time, and he estimated that it would be at least three or four months, because there was no sunlight in this cave, it was always dark, and he couldn't accurately estimate the time.

When he thought of Master, Wu Feng was a little sad, he thought that Master would definitely be even more sad because of his disappearance, Master treated him like his own son, and his senior brother, too, he was also very good to himself, he would definitely feel sorry for himself, and now Master and Senior Brother must think that he is dead.

Now Wu Feng looked at the big porcelain bottle in his hand, and felt sad for a while, he really didn't want to eat rat meat at all.

The white-haired old man glanced at Wu Feng and seemed to see his thoughts, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said casually: "Okay, okay...... You stinky boy, grandpa Zu I know that you are tired of eating rat meat recently, so I specially asked the two bat kings next to the old man to go outside to catch some wild things for you to eat, this jar is what they just caught today, and grandpa Zu has stewed it for you. ”

Hearing this, Wu Feng's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said, "Master Zu, what good things did those two big bats catch?" Bring it to your grandchildren and grandchildren......"

Although Wu Feng had some resentment against this ancestor some time ago, he also figured it out later, although this grandfather's temper was a little weird, but he did it for himself to do so, otherwise it would be too boring to always eat and wait for death in this cave.

The white-haired old man lifted the porcelain jar in his hand, opened the lid, and a fragrance rushed to his face, Wu Feng sniffed his nose, and suddenly felt his index finger move, and the white-haired old man said with a smile: "Good grandson, these two big bats raised by the old man love to catch some big things, and this time I don't know where to catch a thigh-thick python, let the old man slaughter it, and stew it in a pot." ”

As soon as he heard that it was a python, Wu Feng's heart was full of joy as if he had been watered with a basin of cold water, and a smiling face suddenly pulled down, and he said unhappily: "Grandpa, you can't give me something a little more normal, that white-haired mouse is disgusting enough, why do you still get a python to come over for me to eat?" ”