Once a person has motivation, he has spirit.

I took a deep breath and reached out to open the door.

The sun shines obliquely from outside, and the mountains in the distance overlap each other, like a lying dragon.

A new life begins!

There was a bowl of rice at the door, and the Yan couple went up the mountain to pick herbs, afraid that I would wake up hungry and afraid that they would wake me up hungry and that they would wake me up when they entered the house, so they deliberately left the rice at the door.

My heart was very moved, and I picked up the bowl of rice, which was slightly hot, and the meal was very rich, covering a whole layer.

I simply sat down at the door, holding the rice chop in both hands.

I don't know if I was hungry or thanksgiving, but I ate the bowl of rice anyway.

I got up and looked around, and at a glance I saw the bamboo forest behind the courtyard, which was quiet and elegant, and it was a good place to cultivate.

I walked to the backyard and walked into the bamboo forest.

The bamboo forest is quiet and quiet, very cool, and those bamboos grow very strong, the thinnest ones are as thick as an adult's arm, and they are very tough. Bamboo is a necessity in Sunset Village, all the houses in the village are made of bamboo, and even many of the household utensils are made of bamboo.

The cool breeze was blowing on my face, and I felt refreshed.

After walking for a few minutes, a relatively wide area appeared in front of me, and there was a layer of fine sand on the ground, and I immediately decided to cultivate here.

I looked around, it was quiet and elegant, yet far away from the hustle and bustle, and no one disturbed me.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he suddenly had a sense of being an otherworldly master.

I took out the "Book of Qi Men" from my bosom, spread it out on the ground in front of me, and began to practice according to the secret tips on the "Book of Qi Men".

Building a foundation is the foundation of laying a good foundation for kung fu, and whether you practice kung fu well in the future, whether you achieve high or not, has a great connection with building a foundation. If the foundation is solid, the progress in the future will naturally be rapid. This principle is like repairing a house, when the foundation is firmly laid, the building can be twice the result with half the effort, and the building can be stable. If the foundation is not solid, then the building built is a tofu scum project, which cannot withstand the wind and rain.

So how do you build a foundation?

To say that simple is also simple, to say that complex is also complicated, that is, to meditate on luck, starting from the cultivation of internal breath.

Look at those martial arts masters on the rivers and lakes, their internal strength is quite deep, and it is by no means a day's work.

If there is no internal force as the foundation, no matter how good your skills are, they will only be embroidered with fists and legs, and they will be exposed as soon as they enter the real battlefield.

I closed my eyes and began to cultivate my internal strength, and my breath gradually became steady and long.

It is said that after cultivating the highest level of internal strength, you can even avoid breathing, abandon your senses, and perceive things around you with only your mind.

I slowly closed my eyes, but instead of falling asleep, I entered a state of self-forgetfulness.

However, I am not ignorant of the things around me, on the contrary, although I cannot see the things around me, I clearly feel that my perception is stronger and keen, I seem to be able to hear the sound of birds coming from far away, and I also seem to be able to feel the posture of the green bamboo swaying in the distance.

This feeling is indescribably wonderful and comfortable, and the heart is faintly filled with a sense of joy, like gently floating in the clouds, and like floating on the water, the limbs and bones are indescribably comfortable and useful, and the spiritual platform is also a clear and bright hall.

Just as I was floating in the realm of self-forgetfulness, a strange sound suddenly sounded around me.

Rustle! Rustle!

The sound was sparse at first, but then it became very dense.

A strange fragrance wafted gently in the wind, and the strange fragrance smelled very, very comfortable, making people feel dizzy, and I shook my head slightly, feeling comfortable and not wanting to open my eyes.

Suddenly, I felt something creep up the back of my hand, fluffy and a little tingling.

This strange tingling sensation instantly spread all over my body, and goosebumps popped up all at once.

Before I could come back to my senses, there was a sudden pain on the back of my hand, as if I had been pricked by a needle, and there was a heart-rending burning sensation when I landed.

Oh!

I let out a soft snort, the pain bringing me back from my drifting state.

I jerked and opened my eyes.

Mom!

There was an inch-long centipede on the back of my hand, with colorful bodies and tentacles on its head still swinging.

I was bitten by this centipede, which is one of the five poisons, and the toxin quickly seeped into my skin, and the back of my whole hand was quickly swollen and purple.

Shocked and horrified, I threw the centipede far away with a flick of my wrist, and then I got up from the ground with a bone.

However, when my eyes swept around, I was dumbfounded.

On this sandy land, it is densely covered with centipedes, and as far as the eye can see, the black pressure is like a surging tide, and I am at this moment, in the center of this tide, like a mainstay. The number of centipedes is as large as cow hair, not to say hundreds, but more than thousands, as if the centipedes in the entire bamboo forest are gathered here, and there are constantly centipedes coming out from under the sand, and the whole sand seems to be surging gently.

The centipedes were large and small, ranging in size from small ones as long as little fingers to as large as an inch. And there are different shapes, thousands of colors, some are black, some are dark red, and there are colorful, overlapping, densely squeezing scenes, which make people's scalp tingle.

I've never seen such a horrible scene, my legs and stomach suddenly shivering and cramping, and I couldn't even move for a while.

I'll fuck your uncle!

I thought this was an excellent cultivation holy place, but I didn't expect to run to the centipede's lair.

Centipedes kept crawling on my instep, and I couldn't care so much anymore, so I screamed violently, pulled out the corpse pen from behind, and swept and chopped all the way without a head, and rushed out of the encirclement out of breath.

I looked back in horror, only to find that the centipedes had not caught up, and it was strange that the centipedes had converged into a black tide and were rushing in the same direction, as if something in the depths of the bamboo forest was attracting them.

With both doubts and curiosity in my heart, I involuntarily followed the centipede tide and walked towards the depths of the bamboo forest.

After walking only thirty or forty paces, I was surprised to find that in this verdant bamboo forest, there was an antique stilted building. The stilted building is not big, and the whole house is made of bamboo, which looks very chic.

Of course, I'm not curious about the stilted building, I'm curious about the fact that there are still people living in the depths of this bamboo forest?!

Seeing that this stilted building is not dilapidated, it means that there are people living here all year round, so who is the owner of the house? Why did he live in the depths of this inaccessible bamboo forest full of poisonous insects?

I quietly paused behind a thick green bamboo, and my eyes looked through the cracks in the bamboo forest.

This sight made me even more frightened.

In the open space in front of the door of the stilted building was a large vat with a black body, like one of those vats in a cellar for winemaking, large and round, almost as tall as me. A wisp of cyan smoke slowly drifted out of the vat, changing various strange shapes in the air, and then was blown by the wind and drifted out in all directions.

I smelled the strange fragrance again, and then I realized that the aroma had come from this vat.

I don't know if it's because of this aroma, but the army of black centipedes all rushed to the black vat, scrambling along the wall of the vat to climb into the vat. The surface of the vat was soon densely covered with a layer of centipedes, which looked disgusting and terrifying.

I inexplicably thought of a clip from a horror movie:

A woman is stripped naked, and then tied up and put into such a large vat, and someone keeps pouring all kinds of poisonous insects into the vat, including snakes, toads, centipedes, and scorpions, and it is disgusting anyway. The woman's plump and snow-white body formed a strong visual impact with those poisonous insects, which covered and wrapped the woman's body, constantly gnawing at the woman, and the woman's terrible screams continued to come out of the tank. It was only a short moment before the woman broke off with a terrible scream, she was bitten to death by a poisonous insect, and this pain was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Finally, the camera moves over the vat to give the woman a close-up.

The woman's face was no longer visible, and her entire body seemed to have turned into a pile of minced flesh, and the blurred picture of flesh and blood was disgusting. The woman's body is full of holes devoured by poisonous insects, densely packed like honeycombs, and in these holes, there are constantly centipede scorpions drilling in and out.

At the end of the picture, an emerald green poisonous snake stretched open the woman's mouth and slowly slid out of the woman's mouth, the shuttle-shaped snake head hung on the woman's mouth and shook gently, and the scarlet letter sizzled.

No more!

I can't imagine it anymore!

I leaned my back against the green bamboo, gasping for breath, my mouth slightly open several times, and I almost spit out the bowl of rice I had just eaten.

By the time I finally recovered, the thousands of centipedes had all burrowed into the black vat.

The rustling sound stopped abruptly, and the surroundings suddenly became very quiet, and the silence was terrifying.

A gust of wind blew, and I couldn't help but shiver.

At this time, I heard a squeak, and the door of the stilted building suddenly opened.

I held my breath for a moment, my eyes wide open, and I stared at the door without blinking.

The owner of the house is about to show up!

Who is this master?

The big vat in front of him should have been placed by him on purpose, right?

What did he collect so many centipedes for?

In a short split second, countless questions flashed through my mind.

However, all the doubts point to the same conclusion: the owner of the stilted building is definitely not a good person!