Feng Qi lay on the ground unscrupulously like this, not thinking about anything strange such as finding water in his head, in these dark days, the young man's heart was infinitely lonely, no one talked to him, he didn't see anyone else, and now seeing a little sunshine is a luxury for him.

The boy was indeed quite tired, not only physically but also mentally. He is lying on the ground now, not thinking about anything, what strength, what is out of the ordinary, what is arrogant in the sky, what is above ten thousand people, it is all floating clouds. What he desperately wants now is fresh air, bright sunshine, delicious rice millet, and a shoulder to lean on.

Feng Qi is only thirteen years old this year, if it were someone else, he should have been a dashing young man who trained hard in the family and occasionally went out to play.

Probably thinking that he had been lying down for a long time, Feng Qi slowly got up from the ground, sat on the ground, and said expressionlessly: "Die, die, I have nothing to be afraid of now, it's a big deal, and in another twenty years, Lao Tzu will be a good man again." There is some helplessness and sadness in these words.

Immediately, Feng Qi turned his head and looked at a deep pit dug by himself behind him, and said to himself: "Lao Tzu didn't do anything during his lifetime, and he didn't go out to see the world of flowers, let alone meet a few good confidants. But after I die, I will never remember that I can't bury myself like this, how can I say that I also have a decent mound?" Feng Qi remembered his aftermath at this time, he was worried that he would be a white bone after he died in the future, rotting at the bottom of this dark valley and stinking black and stinky, so isn't it extremely pitiful.

Feng Qi was originally a hard-working person, and when he thought of the many disasters and hardships after death, he felt even more desolate. So he shook his sleeves, stood up, and said in a firm voice: "I want to build a barren grave for myself, I can't get ahead in life, and I must be dignified and dignified after death." ”

When he thought of the unknown name he had been in alive and still sloppy after his death, the desire to build a magnificent barren mound for himself was very strong.

Just do it, Feng Qi straightened his body, and first played a set of tiger and tiger boxing at the bottom of the valley, this boxing method is of course a bad street, but it is only used by ordinary martial artists to strengthen their bodies. Feng Qi is not playing this punch now to strengthen his body, but to lift his spirit.

After finishing the boxing technique, Feng Qi closed his fist and exhaled a breath of turbidity, and it seemed that his complexion had recovered a lot, and he adjusted his state. Then, Feng Qi put his hands behind his back and looked around the small stone wall, but his mind was thinking about finding a feng shui treasure for his barren mound.

It's ridiculous to say that this narrow valley that can only accommodate six or seven people can only accommodate six or seven people, but what kind of feng shui treasure land is still to be found. After pacing around the bottom of the valley for two steps, Feng Qi smiled bitterly: "What kind of place do you choose for this big fart?" This valley is considered a grave, then my body should lie in this little riverbed. ”

Naturally, the riverbed was formed after one of the few strange pools dried up.

He was speaking very seriously now, as if he were explaining what was going on.

When Feng Qi was sure that his body was lying on this riverbed, he felt much more cheerful in his heart. "It's just that this riverbed still doesn't look like it, and I should dig a hole for myself under the riverbed and get out of it, and then lie down in it. Feng Qi lowered his head and squatted on the edge of the riverbed, looked at it very seriously, and from time to time he gestured with his hand to the scale.

In the middle of the riverbed, Feng Qi picked a position that he was extremely satisfied with, and then ran to the pitiful puddle beside him, squatted down, and grunted a few more times. Then, Feng Qi turned back again, lifted the tattered robe on his arm, and began his own digging work again.

He was digging the riverbed not to find a water source, but to dig a "home" for himself.

Therefore, Feng Qi's digging state this time is not as hard as before, and his digging movements this time seem to be extremely slow, and there is a sense of rhythm, as if he is performing some solemn ceremony. Isn't digging a grave for yourself a solemn ritual?

Feng Qi repeated this and this simply, digging down with ten fingers, then holding the soil embryo in the palms of both hands, turning around, and throwing the soil into the open space beside him. These movements are very coherent, done in one go, and there is an indescribable sense of rhythm.

In this way, Feng Qi dug for a day this time, and did not rest halfway, only occasionally walked a few steps to drink the water in the puddle to maintain some energy.

He had already dug a pit that would hold half of his body.

"Hey, what's going on" Feng Qi's throat came with a slightly hoarse voice, it turned out that when he dug down with ten fingers this time, he touched a cold and hard thing, like a stone slab, and Feng Qi's nails hurt very much.

Sensing the abnormality, Feng Qi carefully took his fingers and buttoned them this time, this time it was a real feeling, and the touch of his fingers was still a little cold. He tapped his finger again, and it sounded a dull sound, like a slate.

Feng Qi became interested, and knocked on the hard stone slab underground. "What's down here, how it feels like it's monolithic. Feng Qi muttered to himself. "Whatever, dig this pit first. ”

So Feng Qi turned around and found a place again to start digging, but after digging a few times, his subordinates felt the cold and hard slate again, and touched the nails that hurt because they dug this hard thing twice.

Feng Qi stood up and began to pay serious attention to the underground slate. He visually measured the distance between the two "underground stone slabs" he had dug up, and thought that they should be the same one.

"Could it be that this underground slate is placed diagonally?" Considering that this underground slate is a little deeper and the other is shallower, Feng Qi thought.

"If that's the case, the underground slab is my coffin slab, so I'll see how big it is," he said to himself.

Feng Qi wanted to dig up all the underground stone slabs to see if it was the right size to make his coffin lid. With such a bizarre idea, it is estimated that there is no one in the entire Yuncang Continent.

After making up his mind, Feng Qi began to dig again step by step, and he still dug slowly from the original position, following the trend of the underground stone slab. In this way, another hour passed, and then Feng Qi made a new discovery.

When he was digging along the underground stone slab, he found that there were several deep uneven marks in the middle of the stone slab, like the strong engraving of silver hook iron painting. He stretched out his palm again, trying to determine if it was a stone inscription, but when he just put his hand on, there was a faint and extremely powerful coercion, and Feng Qi, who was persecuted, was a little short of breath.

"What's the matter, how can there be such a powerful coercion coming out of this?" Feeling the pressure under his palm, Feng Qi couldn't help but whisper.

For a while, Feng Qi didn't dare to act rashly, and when he thought of that kind of coercion, there was a sense of desolation and desolation, and it seemed to come from an extremely ancient period, he had palpitations. However, Feng Qi did not give up digging, but went around the position a little and chose to dig down from the side.

But this location is where Feng Qi dug up the water source a day ago, how did he dig here, before Feng Qi could react, the fingers under his crotch suddenly touched the cold and hard stone again.

This made Feng Qi quite speechless, his two hands froze there, "Could it be that there is a big stone slab under this strange pond?"

"Maybe there's something under this slate, and maybe I'll be able to live. Feng Qi started to associate from this, and the more he thought about it, the more firm his judgment became. That's how people are, giving him a little hope in a desperate situation can make it all a chance to live. Feng Qi is in this state now. His heart raced a little at the thought that there might be something like this strange spring beneath the great stone slab that could keep him alive, and the anguish and despair that had been before had long since been swept away.

In this way, Feng Qi spent another half a day, and finally cleaned up the general outline of this large stone slab, and he relied on his touch to find that it was a hard stone slab about five or six feet long and about five or six feet wide. This slate is about 30 degrees obliquely inserted into the ground about half a foot underground, and in the center of the slate is carved a large character, and there is a slightly raised place under the big character, Feng Qi estimated what kind of mechanism it was.

It's just that the more this slate Fengqi touches it, the more he has a feeling of palpitations, and that faint coercion seems to come from above the nine heavens, with an irresistible will. Feng Qi has never felt this kind of pressure since he was a child, it is the coercion brought by the peerless demon king's Chiyan Jiao in the dense forest of the Mingxuan Mountain Range, compared to this, it is completely different from the firefly and the bright moon.

This big stone slab was presented in front of Feng Qi naked, Feng Qi didn't dare to act rashly, as soon as he touched the stone slab, the coercion followed. Standing in front of the slate, Feng Qi thoughtfully: "In addition to those inscriptions on this big slate, there is only the protruding mechanism left, what must be the mystery of this protruding switch?"

Feng Qi squinted at the place where the protruding switch was, thinking about it again and again, but in the end he still didn't have the patience, gritted his teeth, and stepped on the stone slab.