I dreamed again, in the fourteen years since he came to this world, almost every night he would dream of his comrades in his previous life, and dream of leading the team to carry out secret missions again and again.

This time the dream was different from the past, although he still fought with the detachment, but it was a scene that he had never experienced before, the raging fire surrounded him, and his comrades could not be rescued.

At the moment when the flame in his dream came, he sat up suddenly, his coat made of hay was already wet with sweat, and his buttocks seemed to be on fire, and he suddenly found that this stone platform would heat up on its own.

Turned over and got off the stone platform, took off his coat to wipe off the dust on the stone platform, and a pattern appeared in front of him, and there were a few lines of words engraved on the right hand side of the stone platform.

"Cannibalism, the interruption of the heavenly river, the incarnation of chaos, and the catastrophe of the human world. I go, I am afraid that there is no soil in the world, leave this soil to practice magic, and future generations will learn this, and integrate the five elements to break through the void and reopen the immortal path. ”

Although the number of words is small, Qi Changzheng can't recognize a few words, and he doesn't know whether the person who left the words wrote it like this on purpose, or if he was in a hurry to leave.

What is the concept of oracle writing as wild grass?

It is estimated that Qi Changzheng's father, who studied oracle bones in his previous life, could not recognize it all.

Stroke by finger copy, the accumulated dust is gone, the handwriting is clear, although he can even guess to distinguish each word, but between the lines of the meaning he does not understand, can only be roughly understood - fratricide leads to the catastrophe of the human world, leaving a soil practice technique, people who learn can fuse the five elements, and become immortals.

I copied the nine pictures again, every three pictures in a group, nine palaces arranged, each group of pictures on the left hand side of the Yuan Qi Realm, Yang Yuan Realm, Ju Yuan Realm, and a few lines of small characters are written in the way of cultivating the Tuxing Technique.

According to the writing method of the ancients, starting from the first picture on the right-hand side, the more you look at it, the more familiar it becomes.

"Isn't this a yoga pigeon-style pigeon position?" Qi Changzheng exclaimed.

In his previous life, in order to break into the drug dealers, Qi Changzheng once disguised himself as a yoga instructor and systematically studied yoga.

The wife of the leader of the drug cartel is Indian, and his biggest hobby is practicing yoga.

Thinking of the pigeon-like posture posed by the delicate figure of the drug trafficking leader's wife, and then looking at the extremely simple pattern on the stone platform, Qi Changzheng pursed his lips.

"I don't know how Sona Shchenel ▪ is doing now......"

Sona Shxinger ▪, is the wife of the leader of the drug cartel group, Qi Changzheng disguised himself as a yoga instructor and contacted her, and found that she didn't know that her husband was selling drugs, Sona Shxinger ▪ has the plump of an Indian woman, looks very sweet, and is also very kind.

What kind of place is the Wolf Tooth Special Brigade? It was a group of wolves with excess energy, and their eyes lit up when they saw female soldiers, and they screamed.

Qi Changzheng admits that she has a crush on Sona Shixinger ▪ and fantasizes about turning into a wolf, but after capturing her husband with her own hands, she is disillusioned in her resentful eyes.

Qi Changzheng sighed, no longer thinking nonsense, carefully observed the last two postures of the first layer, and after being confident, he took the first pigeon position.

It is not necessarily the pigeon position, it is much more difficult, the front leg knee part of the pattern is tilted upward, and only the forefoot of the foot touches the ground with the knee of the hind leg. A small change made Qi Changzheng tired and sweaty, and he could only make this position accurately by leaning on the stone platform.

When he tried to lift his forearm up, he couldn't, as if there was an invisible force restricting his arm.

Raising the arms is the second pose, similar to the Yoga Pigeon Ace Pose. The third pose is also like the ace pigeon pose, but it is an ace pigeon style with one hand upside down.

Qi Changzheng can't even do the second pose, let alone the third pose, which subverts the balance of the human body. He can only honestly stand firm in the first form.

Every day, except for the time to eat and sleep, he was balancing the first style, and it took three days to finally stand firm without the help of the stone platform.

Breathing regularly according to the exhalation method of the earth-walking technique, he suddenly felt a trace of air rushing in from the surface of his body, but he only lasted less than ten seconds before he fell to the ground, and the air flow disappeared.

The next day, before performing the first pose, he tried to eat a yellow fruit alone, and after he straightened his position, the fruit entered his throat and turned into a stream of air that completely entered his spleen, and the external air flow also entered his body and merged into his spleen.

It's just that the air flow outside is much less than the air flow turned into a yellow fruit, and this time, Qi Changzheng held on for a minute.

After three months, there was not a single yellow fruit left, and the white fruit was eaten by the little tiger.

Qi Changzheng maintained the first posture and breathed regularly, and after ten minutes, his arms were raised up little by little, and he was covered in sweat.

When he fully straightened his arm, the air currents that were far thicker than the first type converged from all directions, scrambling to burrow into his body, and he held on for ten seconds before falling to the ground again.

When he stood up, he roared excitedly, and the long-lost broken gong began to sing:

We are on the big road

Energetic and high-spirited

Grandpa Mao led the revolutionary team

Overcoming obstacles and rushing forward

Onward! Onward!

The momentum of the revolution is unstoppable

Onward! Onward!

In the direction of victory

............

Qi Changzheng sang the song "We are walking on the road", and walked to a stone wall in high spirits. Above the stone wall, there are fist prints from shallow to deep, the shallow one is only a trace of the fist, and the deepest fist mark has a depth of half an inch.

Qi Changzheng took a deep breath, clenched his fists, exhaled and slammed his fist on the stone wall with all his strength, and with a "bang", half of his fist fell into the stone wall, with a depth of one inch.

"Invincible, Tyson can't punch such a heavy punch, he can knock down a cow with one punch, I guess he can blow the bull's head out...... Xiaobai, let's go, go hunting. ”

More than three months have passed, Qi Changzheng's height is more than 1.5 meters, and three months ago it was less than 1.5 meters, and he is lacking in nutrition all year round, and not much of the nutrients are absorbed by the muscles, which is far shorter than when he was 14 years old in his previous life.

For more than three months in the cave, I was in a happy mood, ate and drank well, and grew tall.

The little tiger grows faster, and it used to have to stand up to bite his buttocks, but now it can reach his buttocks when he looks up.

The little tiger is covered in white hair, only the word "king" on the head is black hair, it looks majestic, and has the appearance of the king of beasts.

He walked to the entrance of the cave with the little tiger and looked back at the quaint longbow hanging on the stone wall.

A month ago, he left a half-inch-deep fist mark on the stone wall with a punch, which had surpassed the strength of his previous life, in which he was able to pull away more than half of the three-stone bow, and the strength of his arms was close to three hundred catties, thinking that he could pull away this longbow, but he still couldn't pull it away.

Today, he was able to put on a second position, and his strength had increased a lot, and it was estimated that he could draw a full three-stone bow, and he wanted to try it again.

With the longbow in hand, the forearm raised high and shoulder level, the three-finger string (Mediterranean style), inhaling deeply, the arm muscles bursting out, and the longbow finally changed. With the continuous exertion, the arms trembled, the longbow appeared a slight arc, and the bowstring opened an inch away.

Qi Changzheng secretly said that the three-stone bow is equivalent to the strength of both arms reaching about 360 catties, but he can only pull the bowstring one inch, if he wants to completely pull the bow, wouldn't it take thousands of catties of strength, but he doesn't feel abandoned at all, and he has already seen hope if he can pull the bowstring.

Taking the little tiger out of the cave, the little tiger jumped on his back and hugged his neck with his front paws, it was used to this posture, and Qi Changzheng was not worried that it would fall off.

Climbing up the cliff and descending from the other side of the slope to the ground, I faintly heard a familiar voice.

Brother Shi has been very unhappy in the past few months, one of the reasons is that he can't eat Qi Changzheng's barbecue, his dog-legged followers sprinkle lake water on the beast meat to roast, and it is not as delicious as Qi Changzheng's barbecue.

During this time, every time he went out hunting, he would come to this mountain, always thinking that Qi Changzheng would appear again like the last time. Of course, he didn't care about Qi Changzheng, but he just thought that if he could catch Qi Changzheng, he would break his leg and tie it with a straw rope, so that he couldn't go anywhere, and specially barbecued meat for him to eat.

More than three months have passed, and he has not seen Qi Changzheng appear, he has confirmed that Qi Changzheng is dead, he doesn't think that a weak monster can survive in this primeval jungle for so long.

Being here today is another reason for his upset.

The other day, a group of monsters suddenly appeared in the tribe, and they looked like goddamn long hair, and they didn't have any hair on their bodies.

The ape-man is not the opponent of the monster at all, as long as the monster waves his hand, several ape-men are cut off their heads, and there is an even more terrible monster, and when he reaches out his finger, several ape-men are covered in fire and burned alive.

Those monsters are ferocious and kill an ape every day when they don't get the news they want. Brother Shi hid here with his followers, but he didn't dare to provoke those terrible monsters, his wife and children were under the care of those monsters, and they had no way not to go back.

After eating, they have to go to the cave, and if they don't find a new cave after they return, their wives and children may become the next ones to be killed.

"Brother Shi, the monster is terrible, let's look for a cave, where can we find it?"

Brother Shi's tiger cloak was gone, and he lost his former arrogance, and pointed to the high mountain in front of him.

"Long hair, not seen for three days, come out here, there is a cave, look for this mountain. ”