"Old man, Fan Daozi...... Being able to see the handwriting left by the old man shows that you and I are destined...... If you don't have it, you won't be able to see it!"

Lin Feng frowned, and secretly said What kind of thing is this mortal Daozi, but he still continued to look at it patiently. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"This exercise: swallowing the air and burning the gods, the old man also obtained it from an ancient ruins by chance, it can be described as nine deaths and one life, although he died, he did not want this method to be lost...... When he was imprisoned, he passed on this method to the world in bamboo slips...... As the saying goes, qi can only be condensed, and God can only be refined, commonly known as condensing qi and refining gods, which is a necessary method for craftsmen to practice...... However, this decision is contrary to the common sense of heaven and earth, and is conceived with a rebellious and inconceivable idea, and the craftsman who practices this method will be even more domineering, whether he is practicing or fighting the enemy! The old man has already tried to practice, and this method is feasible...... However, according to the old man's practice, he found that this method seems to be only for craftsmen and craftsmen...... If nothing else, there will be ...... to follow This method may be just the first part, and people who are destined to write down this law in later generations will destroy the bamboo slips ......"

These are the words left by the senior who left the bamboo slip before swallowing the air and burning the god to make the main text.

Lin Feng frowned, as if he didn't believe in this method, his face was dissatisfied, and he muttered, "It's useless that the master has worked so hard...... Just find this unreliable exercise......"

"Alas...... I don't know if there are any side effects of this exercise...... Don't practice and go crazy......"

"But this mortal Daozi said so powerful......

In this way, with a tangle, Lin Feng put the bamboo slip in his arms and got up and left the bamboo building, as for the old man, I don't know if he was still entangled in Lin Feng's previous actions, Lin Feng shouted a few times and left Shi Ran when no one responded.

Back home, Aunt Mei made dinner as usual and waited for Lin Feng.

During the meal, Aunt Mei asked about Lin Feng.

"Stinky boy, where have you been these days? I have been haunted all day long!" Aunt Mei was also afraid that Lin Feng would be bullied again, so she asked with concern.

Lin Fenggang took a bite of rice and smiled at Aunt Mei: "I have been reading all kinds of bamboo slips for the past two days...... It's workable!"

Hearing this, Aunt Mei was stunned for a moment, and then wondered: "Where did you read the bamboo slip?"

This time it was Lin Feng's turn to be confused, and secretly said that he went to the bamboo building by himself, and it was Aunt Mei who connected with Wu Lao, shouldn't this be......

So, Lin Feng frowned and asked tentatively, "I've been in the bamboo building for the past few days......

"Bamboo Building?" Aunt Mei blinked.

"But Wu Lao is not in the bamboo building these days, he went to the Cliff Mountains, and said that it would take several days to come back......"

Lin Feng continued to eat and smiled at Aunt Mei.

"Old Wu, went to the Cliff Mountains?"

"Aunt May...... Don't tease me......"

Seeing that Lin Feng didn't believe him, Aunt Mei's face became serious!

"Before Elder Wu left, he came to me to take away a few robes, how could Aunt Mei be wrong!"

As soon as Aunt Mei said this, Lin Feng's hand eating suddenly stopped, and his heart was suddenly shocked, his face turned a little blue, and he spoke tremblingly.

"Mei ...... Aunt Mei...... Wu Lao ...... Is it old, gray-haired, and has a rosacea...... There is a big gourd hanging from his waist......"

Aunt Mei shook her head and said puzzledly: "Old Wu is only in his forties...... I can't see the old state, let alone any rosacea, big gourd......"

Aunt Mei's words sounded in Lin Feng's mind like a bell, and a very bad sense of fear climbed into his heart!

"That Aunt Mei, except for Wu Lao ...... in the bamboo building Who's there on a regular basis!"

"The bamboo building has been in disrepair for a long time, and it is a deserted corner of the clan...... Because Wu Lao once also made contributions to the clan, he gave the bamboo building to Wu Lao's ...... As far as I know, Wu Lao has always been alone......"

"One...... A person ......" Lin Feng's heart trembled violently, turning over the river and the sea, his pupils contracted a few times unconsciously, and his hands and feet trembled slightly!

"No...... No way! No way, no ......."

Lin Feng shuddered and forced himself to calm down, but when he saw the oil lamp on the table, his heart trembled even more, his scalp was numb, and the cold hairs all over his body stood up!

Because of the oil lamp in his home, the shadows of himself and Aunt Mei are reflected......

"So...... Previously in the bamboo building...... Under the oil lamp...... It seems, it seems...... It's just me...... Shadow!"

In the horror, Lin Feng's eyes were bloodshot, as if he was overly frightened...... Suddenly said, "Aunt Mei...... When did Wu Lao leave!"

When Aunt Mei saw Lin Feng's appearance, her face was also full of anxiety, and she hurriedly said, "Two days ago!"

"Two days ago, that is, the first time I went to the bamboo building......" Lin Feng muttered, slumping on the chair as if he was weak, making a "crunch, crunch" sound, and his eyes were a little drowsy.

"Could it be...... At noon that day, I saw the middle-aged man with a hurried look...... Is that the real Wu Lao?"

"Could it be...... I really saw the ghost!"

After crossing over, Lin Feng believed in everything on the surface, but deep down he still had a trace of doubt. A person's character often determines a lot, and Lin Feng's character is the kind of character with delicacy and tenacity.

After Aunt Mei said this, Lin Feng could already completely conclude that the elusive old man was definitely not Wu Lao, the owner of the bamboo building, as for whether it was a human or a ghost...... Lin Feng couldn't tell!

"This thing is too unbelievable......

Lin Feng had a bitter face, glanced at Aunt Mei's worried look, and after thinking about it carefully, he decided not to tell Aunt Mei first, at least until he completely figured it out!

"What's wrong?"

Lin Feng was indeed frightened at first, but when he thought about it carefully, his soul had crossed over, what else was impossible? What could be more terrifying?

So he plucked up his courage and said with a smile: "It's okay...... Maybe it's because I've been practicing the Condensing Qi Breathing Method for the past two days, and I can't gather qi...... I'm in a trance......"

Aunt Mei sighed distressedly.

"Feng'er, you have to remember that you can't force anything...... If you can succeed, it is the best, but if you can't...... Don't tire yourself out!"

Lin Feng naturally didn't want Aunt Mei to worry, so he showed a smile that was fine, and Aunt Mei didn't ask anything more.

With a concern in his heart, after eating, Lin Feng returned to the room, sat cross-legged on the bed, took out the bamboo slip in his arms, lowered his head and pondered.

"If that old man is really a ghost...... But how can this bamboo slip be explained......" Lin Feng's eyes flashed.

"If you really want to hurt me, you don't need to be so troublesome!"

"But what is the purpose of this old man......

Lin Feng looked at the exercises in the bamboo slips again, and sighed that Lin Feng still gave up his cultivation, at least until he fully understood the origin and purpose of the strange old man, Lin Feng would not go to practice, and with doubts, Lin Feng ran the condensing breathing method.