Chen Zhan's longing for the idea of refining qi reached an unparalleled height, looking at the sarcophagus in the stone house in front of him, I poked... This is the burial ground of the sages and predecessors?

Chen Zhan's nervous face showed a serious and respectful expression, "Senior, kid Chen Zhan, unfortunately was plotted by traitors and fell into your territory, I'm sorry to disturb your cultivation, when the kid recovers from his injuries, he will definitely pay homage to you."

The stone house was full of dust and mud, but it was also very dry, Chen Zhan walked to the corner, took out the wooden bed from the waste jade, sat down with difficulty, and slowly took off his dirty pants.

Waving the scrap copper, knocking on the back of a fierce beast's head, suddenly his back was attacked and he was in pain, he spit out a mouthful of blood and turned his head, and saw Director Chang's hideous face, it seemed that the back basket and shirt were torn by the fist's true qi, and then his vision was blurred and fell down...

Chen Zhan drank the Zhongcao liquid that healed his internal injuries, and ate a few mouthfuls of rice porridge, it is good to have a stored waste jade spirit treasure, and it is the same as taking it in.

For ten days in a row, Chen Zhan relied on the Chinese herbal medicine liquid and food prepared in advance to treat internal injuries, and the internal injuries were also healed, and bowed to the sarcophagus three times, senior, thank you for your hospitality, the kid has nothing to reciprocate, he can only help you clean your residence.

Chen Zhan cleaned the stone house and walked out of the stone house, where is this? I saw an underground spring on the ground, gurgling and splashing, except for the wild grass is the tea grove over there.

Chen Zhan walked and walked, and was suddenly blocked by an unknown object, and was startled after walking along the object that could not be seen and touched, and it was in the shape of a big circle?

What kind of place is this? The cemetery of the predecessors? Chen Zhan measured it with his footsteps, it was about 99.9 meters long horizontally and vertically, with circular edges, and transparent objects that could not be seen but touched, and it felt like he could step over with one foot, but his steps seemed to be blocked by a rubber band, and he couldn't step into it, and when he hit it hard, it seemed to bounce back on a large transparent rubber band.

Chen Zhan was very depressed, walked to the place he had just fallen into, put away the scrap copper and put away the star-moon shaped stone into the waste jade, since he couldn't get out for the time being, he had to think about how to live.

Chen Zhan looked up at the sun in the sky, and then at the lush weeds on the ground, could it be that I fell into a small enchantment? Chen Zhan walked to the edge of the enchantment with black lines on his head, and knocked it with his hand, which was soft, like transparent rubber glue.

Chen Zhan had a big head, although he had prepared all kinds of rations for nearly a year, and no one would have to worry about it if he couldn't get out for a year? Chen Zhan had to think about the problem of food for a year.

There is darkness and dawn in the enchantment, there is the sun, the moon and stars, and there should be rain, Chen Zhan thought about it and confirmed that there were water droplets in the grass when he fell.

Chen Zhan remembered that he saw the rice when he was measuring, and quickly came to the side of the stone house to confirm that there was rice, but because no one took care of it, it became lush and the rice was scarce.

Chen Zhan had seen the process of the villagers planting rice, and believed that he could also plant it, and there were spices, oil, salt, shovels, and hoes in the waste jade, but there was no stone mill to eat the chaff?

Chen Zhan was very depressed, although there were five roasted whole pigs and more than a dozen plates of roast chicken in the waste jade, if he couldn't think of a way to get out after a year, wouldn't he be hungry and skinny?

There is not even a tree to break the barrier, and there is no way to try out how high the edge of the barrier is, if only a spaceship flew through the sky, so that there would be a chance to go out for help, hey, there are wild vegetables here, do I have to live by eating rice and wild vegetables?

Is it really a tragic life? I can't refine my qi, cultivate, and die alone and old? Chen Zhan shuddered, no, Xiaoshu is still waiting for me in the academy, I can't accept my fate, I will definitely be able to go out, I will definitely be able to refine qi!

Chen Zhan looked at the stone house, senior, it seems that I can only ask you for help, Chen Zhan walked into the stone house and looked carefully, in addition to the sarcophagus in the stone house, there was also a stone table and two stone benches, and there were no other items.

Do you want to dismantle the sarcophagus? That is a great disrespect to your predecessors, Chen Zhan came to the stone table, knocked up and down, and lifted it hard, but lifted the tabletop, the stone table pillar was hollow, and there were two sets of dishes and chopsticks and four dishes.

I poked, the seniors have lived here for a while? And they are still two people? Chen Zhan covered the stone table, moved the stone bench surface, and there was an oily paper bag inside, and when he opened it, he saw that there were pens, ink, paper, inkstones, and a thick booklet, a piece of straw paper with nearly 200 numbers written on it.

Chen Zhan bowed to the sarcophagus, picked up the booklet and flipped through it, life notes, life notes, seniors' life notes, not your qi refining method, or cultivation experience? Chen Zhan looked at the other stone bench with a disappointed face.

Bow to the sarcophagus again, senior, I fell into your territory alone and couldn't get out, and you don't want me to disturb your cultivation, right, do you leave any guidance? Let me go out.

Chen Zhan moved away from another stone bench, what is this? Chen Zhan carefully opened the oilcloth bag, a realistic human skin mask? Chen Zhan almost fainted, senior, senior, you have superb means to lay down the enchantment, and you won't leave a way out of the enchantment at first glance?

Chen Zhan's gaze returned to his life notes, and he opened it again to watch, the font was neat and beautiful, oops, yes, it was a female senior! No, two bowls and chopsticks, two stone benches, and a senior?

Chen Zhan looked at the stone house again, there were no other utensils, Chen Zhan didn't give up, he walked along the stone wall to look for it, there was no hidden closet, could it be... Chen Zhan didn't dare to think about it, but he had to face the reality.

Chen Zhan returned to the stone table again, picked up his life notes and turned to the first page to read them carefully, the year of the memory, the Xuanren accompanied the mouth, hungry, what was the age of the memory?

In the third year, my mother entered the Yuan's house and set up a stall with my father, the time was slow, and I was not hungry or closed. Her mother is a monk?

In the sixth year, one day, the man of God worshiped the mountain and set up a stall alone.

In the sixth year, I was unwilling, I worshiped the mountain, and the master diagnosed it, saying, there is no dantian, it is waste firewood, and I refuse.

Seniors are waste firewood? Who arranged this enchantment? Chen Zhan became interested, and read it carefully, even reading ten pages, all of them were ordinary notes, and when he was about to put it down, he saw the word Qi refining and picked it up again.

In the sixteenth year, he went out of the stall alone, bored, met Lang, and refined the qi perfectly, saying, there are waste people in the world without waste firewood, and the persistence of diligent thinking will eventually break the waste and become a talent.

What does it mean that there are waste people in the world and no waste wood? What does it mean? What does it mean to be diligent in thinking? Finally, the predecessors have embarked on the road of refining qi? This is right, there is no waste wood in the world, only waste people who do not want to make progress, as long as they are diligent in exploring and persevering, they will eventually become wasted and become talents?

In the eighteenth year, my father thought hard, pained the secret, and followed Lang to Kyushu, and was happy. My father has passed away?

Chen Zhan read a small half, this is really a life note?