Green vegetable gruel and cold steamed buns, because they are simple, it is difficult for Zimo and the young man to fill their stomachs, and Zimo feels that he has almost not eaten much, and he has already seen the bottom of the pots and bowls.

People, the more they don't eat, the more hungry they feel, in fact, Zimo didn't feel hungry before eating, but felt hungry after eating a bowl of porridge and a steamed bun.

The young man looked at Zimo and smiled at the empty bowl: "Hehe, I was like this when I first came, sometimes I wanted to go to the sea to catch a fish and make up for it."

Zimo swallowed his saliva, got up and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, cleaned them and put them away, and asked the young man, "Where do I sleep tonight?"

The young man went straight to himself, and said as he walked: "You find your own place, we all find our own suitable place, if you feel that the place is suitable for you to sleep, you choose that place."

"No one cares, doesn't care?" Zimo asked in disbelief as he looked at the young man's back.

"It's not a child, even if it's a child, you have to choose your own place, do it yourself, figure it out by yourself, we're okay, I heard that before, even if you eat or something, you also have to figure it out by yourself, but now it's much better" After the young man finished speaking, he turned around the stone wall and disappeared into Zimo's sight.

'Also, this is not an inn,' Zimo whispered, opening all over the wall holes to find a place to sleep.

In the middle of summer, the moonlit night is particularly bright, full of moonlight sprinkled all over the sea, and the undulating waves reflect the whole bright reflection from time to time, shooting into the huge cave entrance stone wall halfway up the cliff, and the stone cave is still bright and swaying.

Zimo lightly probed into the huge empty cave wall, and found that some people simply nailed a long board with a wooden board in a recess wall, hung it on the wall, blocking the view, and people spread some hay in it and lay down in it.

Some people use round tree poles to build a simple umbrella-shaped house at a corner.

Zimo suddenly saw the young man, sitting in a stone alcove pavilion, like a stone Buddha statue carved by people, sitting there.

Zimo was just about to open his mouth to greet him, but suddenly found that the young man had entered a state of concentration and entered the realm of selflessness.

"I'm so lazy, I don't even build a shack, I sleep like this," Zimo muttered, turned around and left.

Zimo almost turned the entire stone cave, and Zimo found that almost all of the strangest sleeping methods in the world were here, and there were all kinds of them, only he couldn't think of them, and there was nothing he couldn't see.

It is normal for a young man to sit and sleep in the stone pavilion like this, and a few later Ling Zimo's eyes opened.

There was a man who made a log with the thickness of a bowl and placed it diagonally at the corner of a cave wall, and he held his hands in front of his chest and lay on the log and fell asleep.

There was one who was even lazier, with a long rope tied to the top of the very high cave and two iron rings tied in mid-air, and he hung his feet in the iron rings, and fell asleep with his head down, his body constantly swinging back and forth in the air.

Zimo turned around for half a circle, and couldn't find a suitable place for himself to sleep for a while, so he walked up and returned to the smaller cliff on the first floor, where there were several artificial pavilions.

The doors of several rooms were already closed, and although Zimo couldn't see inside, he suddenly felt that one of them was the room where Master Seiko was resting.

Although there are a few attics here, they are all full, and the pavilions are completely built on the mountain, and the gaps between the pavilions are either between the ridges of the cliffs, or between the small springs that gush up, or there are deep ditches and cracks below.

Zimo walked around, walked across a small arched bridge, and saw a sheep intestine path at the head of the platform that zigzagged straight up to the top of the cliff.

"Oh, it turns out that there is a path here, no wonder Master Seiko said that I didn't walk, I fell from mid-air, this is really to find a way down, I guess I can't find it at all" Zimo looked up at the misty sheep intestine path and whispered to himself.

Zimo suddenly thought that he had seen a few pure white flowers and crossed the cliff, so he turned around and looked for it.

Zimo followed the path of digging the stone wall and came to the end of the road on the east side of the cave, next to a few white flowers growing in the cracks of the stone cliff.

The endless waves still crash against the cliffs and reefs, and the surging of the air still swaying the flowers.

Zimo smelled the strange fragrance of the strange flowers from a distance, Zimo squatted down, and then carefully smelled the unknown white strange flowers in the bright moonlight.

The fragrance of flowers soaked into his heart, Lingzi Mo's spirit was invigorated, his mind was empty, and the inner qi in his chest was as transparent as transparent, Zimo took a deep breath and sank into the dantian, and suddenly felt a cool true qi rushing straight to the inner Dan universe.

This breath of true qi, down to the dantian, Zimo suddenly felt that the pores of his whole body were comfortably cool.

"It's so comfortable"

Zimo stretched his nose forward, touched the stamen and sniffed violently, the strange fragrance of the flowers rushed straight to Zimo's heart, Zimo instinctively channeled qi from the mouth of the sky into the inner universe of the dantian, Zimo was about to enjoy the cool and comfortable sleep, and suddenly found a chill rushing to the lower abdomen.

Zimo was shocked, and a burst of cold suddenly appeared in the dense fog in his dantian small universe.

There was a feeling of freezing in the sea of mist, which surprised Zimo, and he quickly stood up and walked a few steps briskly, away from these white strange flowers.

"What kind of flower, so powerful, I almost froze to death, this dense fog in the inland sea is going to freeze into ice, how can I not die?"

Zimo left in confusion and fear, his head was drenched in cold sweat, and the cool sea breeze blew, and Zimo felt a little safe.

"Forget it, I'm still sleeping in the crack at the bottom of the third floor, there is no one anywhere, there is lava magma, there is sea water, and there is a stone pavilion and a stone table."

After Zimo made up his mind, he went to the sword-casting place lightly, and the magma continued to gush out, pouring into the water hole next to it, sizzling off a hot breath.

The warm breath of magma entered his nose, Zimo suddenly felt comfortable, found a place with the sea breeze to meditate cross-legged, regulate his breathing, and the hidden dragon cultivated the true decision and absorbed ** and the second was to absorb the slight magma heat in the air at the beginning, and collect it into the dantian.

After the slightly hot magma heat was incorporated into the dantian, the cold ice of the dense fog in the small universe was warmed, and Zimo suddenly felt extremely comfortable, and the thousands of pores on his body were also stretched, which was extremely comfortable.

It's so cool!Zimo happily practiced his mind and absorbed the true spirit qi in the magma secretly.

Unconsciously, Zimo entered a state of concentration and reached self-forgetfulness.

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Zimo, who was in the middle of the meditation, suddenly felt thirsty, very thirsty, Zimo woke up from his cultivation state, and hurriedly went to the water urn to scoop the cool spring water and drink it.

It's hot, it's so hot, Zimo feels that he is unbearably hot, and this heat is from the blood vessels.

"I didn't eat deer antler wine or anything like that, why is it so hot" Zimo's hot skin was about to smoke, and he hurriedly ran to the shore of the cliff and let the waves wet his whole body.

It's still hot, the originally cool sea water, but now in Zimo's opinion, it is like warm water, not only does not reduce the heat in his body, but makes himself even hotter.

Zimo ran to the urn again, scooped the scoop of spring water and drank it into his stomach.

After drinking a few scoops of spring water, Zimo swelled, and after Zimo really couldn't drink it, he still felt like fire in his body.

'Ah, in the dantian, the thick fog is scorching, as if it is boiling, what can I do?'