Cheng Daonan dispersed all the servants in the villa and locked himself in a secret room. He didn't inform anyone, because although he was a wealthy man, he didn't have any relatives, and he didn't care about it when he broke through the customs this time.

As for the Wanguan family wealth in his name, it is all floating clouds for him, even if it is gone, he does not feel the slightest distress.

The secret room is not big, only about 20 square meters, a small desk, only a table lamp and a few scriptures are placed on it. Judging by the appearance of the scriptures, they should have been read by his master often.

Cheng Daonan lit a stick of sandalwood, then sat cross-legged on top of a worn futon, quietly adjusting his breathing. All this is more like a ritual, sacrificing one's own spirit, in order to reach the point of meditation.

As soon as a person is quiet, he can hear sounds that he cannot normally hear. Chengdao looked at his nose and nose, and slowly closed his eyes. It was pitch black in front of me, and then it turned to light.

"Bang bang. He could hear his heart, like a small drum, beating hard. And the blood around the body is like a stream, gurgling and flowing. Movement and stillness, but incomparably harmonious.

With flesh and bone as a mountain, dirt as thunder, and blood as water, the whole person is like a world, and the spiritual frequency and the universe gradually converge, realizing the unity of heaven and man.

"Coo-goo. There was a slight sound of water lapping all over the body, and the blood was like a wild horse, unrestrained, galloping freely. His spirit is the reins that let these blood qi swirl in his body.

The sound of blood and qi flowing gradually became smaller, and it continued to converge towards the center of the lower abdomen. Arriving at Gangjin, it is a matter of course. The general spiritual cultivation has arrived, and the blood and qi are naturally hugging Dan. As the saying goes: people can be empty and do nothing. If you don't want to be in the way, the way will return to it.

Martial Arts Martial Arts. Cultivating martial arts is not only a cultivation of the Tao, but in the later stage, it is more and more in line with the natural thinking of the Tao. Only by not attaching to the Tao can we attain the Tao.

Cheng Daonan understands the truth here, but he can't afford to wait. If he is given some more time to regain his faith, it will not be difficult for him to step into Gangjin with his blood and energy. But now he's forty years old, and there's no time.

An irregular blood qi pill gradually appeared in the lower abdomen. Spiritually flawless. Then Jindan is flawless. If the spirit is perfect, then the golden pill is perfect. Cheng Daonan's spirit was not perfect, so his blood qi Great Dan also seemed a little deformed.

"Compress me!" Cheng Daonan gritted his teeth hard, he felt that the blood and qi in Da Dan were a little uncontrollable, and there was a great repulsion between them. This feeling of powerlessness made him extremely uncomfortable.

The flesh is like a wild horse, the spirit is like a rein, and the spirit is strong. Then the blood is like an arm's command, and it can be used freely. But when the spirit is insufficient, the flesh is uncontrollable and cannot be driven.

"I'm not reconciled!" Cheng Daonan's teeth were about to be crushed. But the flesh still did not converge, and not only that, but there was a tendency to spread further.

"Bang. His abdomen shook. The Great Dan suddenly collapsed, and the blood and qi flowed wildly. His stomach shriveled down at a rapid pace. It looks like a dried corpse.

"Ning Dan failed...... "A thin body fell heavily to the ground, and there seemed to be a voice echoing in his ears. Dan Pill exploded, and as the body of the Ding Furnace, it was naturally unbearable.

It is rumored that Sun Lutang, a generation of martial arts masters, died of diarrhea. A dignified master of internal boxing, but only about seventy, how could he die of illness. His kung fu has reached its strength, but because at that time, the country was weak, and he had not been able to tend to the state of inaction, so he was unable to step into Gangjin. At the age of seventy, he forcibly hugged Dan and ended up bursting the furnace.

Lying on the ground, Cheng Daonan felt his strength disappearing. His eyes were confused, as if he had returned to that day, a weak child and a few wild dogs fighting for food in the snowstorm.

The wind and snow are like knives, and the years are like knives, so many years have passed, and these memories have long been blurred by him. It is rumored that when people die, they will think of the past, and it seems that this is really the case, Cheng Daonan couldn't help but smile miserably.

"If you feel that martial arts are stagnant, then think about that question I asked you. With a turn of his eyes, he thought of the day Cheng Jun died, Cheng Jun grabbed his hand and said to him.

At that time, Chengjun's hands were cold, but his heart was hot.

"Why are you learning martial arts?" Cheng Daonan muttered this sentence, and immediately, he smiled bitterly again, what if he knew, his body collapsed, he was doomed to death, and it was too late.

The scene in front of him continued to shift, and in front of him, a young man with an ordinary face was still wearing wounds in an old house, and in front of him, a young man with an ordinary face asked him this question.

"Approximately...... It's about staying alive. One is a crisp child's voice, the other is a hoarse adult voice, the voices of the two are intertwined, and it seems to span countless time and space, Cheng Daonan and the young figure merge into one.

"Approximately...... It's about staying alive. Cheng Daonan suddenly burst into tears, he understood, his belief was here, wasn't the purpose of his original practice to live, it was very simple, very simple, and very important.

It's just that he forgot about it.

In this moment, his eyes fell into endless darkness, time and space reversed, and scenes were broken and reassembled. When his eyes opened, he was faced with a palace of great height, and his hand was pressed against a huge bronze door. This gate is as high as 100 zhang and majestic.

Cheng Daonan wiped his face, and tears had already stained the corners of his mouth. None of this has happened yet, all this has happened, who can figure it out.

"No confusion palace, no confusion palace, hehe......" Cheng Daonan looked at the name of the palace, chewed back and forth, and then laughed a few times. Those who are not great wisdom can't see through it, Cheng Daonan doesn't know if he is a person of great wisdom, but at least he has passed this level.

Everything that happened in the Palace of Confusion is true, these are all real things that happened in the previous life, and if you experience it again, it is really like a different life.

Since then, he has thoroughly understood his own beliefs, and isn't the purpose of his martial arts cultivation to survive? Only by living can he experience a more turbulent life.

As soon as he thought of this, his whole person was like an initiation, from top to bottom, all the way thorough. The indifferent aura on his body in the past has been reined in a little.

In this world, he has long been condensed, but because the laws are different, he has found another way. On Earth, there is no such thing as internal breath, no matter how strong your blood is, it cannot be converted into other energy. (To be continued.) )