It's been three months......

The boy practiced cross-kneeled at the entrance of the cave every day, although he cultivated with the help of the gourd baby's clone, but the step of transforming qi was not successful!

Turning qi is the most important step in the first stage of Peiyuan, followed by the step of refining oneself.

Refining oneself into gas is actually the process of building the foundation. The young man has inadvertently passed the step of refining himself, and turning qi is not only strengthening, but laying the foundation for the next step of knotting.

The teenager has a vertical spine on the chest, a loose shoulder, his eyes are slightly closed, his tongue is against the palate, his breathing is evenly adjusted, and distracting thoughts are eliminated...... These basic action boys have long been aware of it.

After staying in the dantian, the young man looked at the dantian carefully, and did not feel a warm air gradually gathering and increasing......

This is the key to the success of chemical gas.

......

A bonfire burns in the cave, the smell of meat fills the air, Sanjia swallows his saliva and looks at the prey that is being barbecued!

In two months, the top three have become proficient in the use of new skills, cultivating day by day, and the immortal qi in the dantian has not increased.

Sanjia became restless, because in his heart, he was always thinking about Tongtianzi and Hongji......

Sanjia originally planned that the cave was suitable for cultivation, and it was just right that after completing the Peiyuan stage, he could leave the canyon and go to find Tongtianzi and Hongji......

But now it seems that the progress is not going well, and his longing is increasing day by day.

To go or to stay?

This question began to torment the top three.

At night, the cave was dead silent, the bonfire flickered, and Sanjia stood at the entrance of the cave and watched the night outside......

"Master pinned his hopes on me, but I can't comprehend the mystery of this Heavenly Sword, and I can't comprehend it......"

Sanjia held the sword of Tongtian, with a sad face.

The sword spirit said that if you can't complete the cultivation of the Peiyuan stage, it is impossible to comprehend.

Pei Yuan?

Sanjia sighed, there is still one step left, there has been no progress in the past few days, it is better to leave the canyon to find the master and make plans. Hongji's spirit beast White Tiger didn't need to appear, and Sanjia always had a bad premonition.

Distraught, Sanjia made a decision to leave.

......

The sun had just risen, and in the small bamboo forest behind the thatched hut on the mountainside of Tongtian Mountain, the figure of Sanjia was lurking among them, looking around vigilantly.

Everything was still the same, the sun was shining, and a layer of mist was still shrouded in the hut, and Sanka's heart was tumbling, if that slaughter didn't happen, the smoke should rise now, and Hongji would make a delicious breakfast.

Three months has changed everything.

The courtyard of the thatched hut was overgrown with weeds, and Sanjia could no longer see any traces of the fight.

But what about the dozen or so corpses?

The corpses of the villagers brutally killed by the snake and the scorpion guards were scattered everywhere from the thatched huts to the dense forests in the back mountains. Now there's nothing?

There are wild beasts in the mountains, but there should be a few dry bones left, right?

Sanjia searched carefully, and it could be seen that no one had been here for a long time. He looked inside the hut to the outside of the tree poles and the stones on the ground.

If Master and Hongji are still alive, they should leave a message for him.

There was nothing, everything that Sanjia was familiar with was like a mist above the hut, dissipating in a blink of an eye without leaving a trace.

The feeling of despair struck again, and Sanjia sat slumped outside the hut and wept secretly.

"Master...... Sister Honghime......

The morning breeze swept up a fallen leaf and floated down above Sanjia's head......

"100 days...... 100 days......"

An old voice came from behind the hut.

He ran over, hoping to get some news.

Sanjia didn't dare to be reckless, worried that the people of the Demon King Hall were still waiting for them to lay traps here.

So he crouched down, detoured to the back of the house, and hid behind a big tree to secretly observe the movement.

In the midst of the weeds, there was an old man in rags, unkempt and muttering something.

"Hundred days?" Sanjia couldn't understand the old man's words.

Suddenly looking up, in front of the old man, there was a dirt bag, this, this is a tomb! What Sanjia could think of was that there were more than a dozen villagers buried in this tomb.

And this old man may be from the village under the mountain.

Sanjia relaxed his guard and walked over slowly.

The mound is no longer new soil, and there are many new green weeds growing on it. There is no inscription, and it can be seen that it is only a simple earthen tomb. It seems that the buries' were in a hurry.

"Grandpa, there's ...... buried in it"

Sanjia asked knowingly and knelt in front of the grave.

The bodies of a dozen villagers were inside. Will Tongtianzi and Hongji also ......

Sanjia didn't dare to think about it, he preferred to believe that this grave was left by Hongji and Tongtianzi before they fled in order to bury the villagers.

The old man's eyes were blank and his expression was wooden.

"One hundred days, one hundred days......"

The old man didn't pay attention to the top three, and still said the same thing somewhere.

The three Jiajia counted the time, and it was a hundred days since the last massacre, three months ago.

"Grandpa, grandpa......"

Sanjia was anxious to know what he really thought, and grabbed the old man's hand and shook it anxiously.

"Have you seen my master, and Sister Hongji?" asked Sanjia loudly.

The old man looked at Sanjia blankly, looked at it for a long time, and then fell on the grave with a blank gaze. Spilled a handful of paper money from his hand.

"For a hundred days, there will still be people to see you...... It's all running......"

The old man was still saying something that Sanjia couldn't understand. Sanjia desperately helped the old man up and sat on a pile of rubble, this crazy old man was his hope to learn the truth.

"Grandpa, the Son of Heaven, is that guy who owes you money for wine and cheats you to eat and drink?

Sanjia asked again.

"Uh...... That guy!"

The old man nodded.

"Hongji, a woman dressed in red, with Tongtianzi, have you ever seen it?"

Sanjia asked again. It seems that the answer is about to be revealed.

The old man frowned and thought for a moment, "Marriage, happy event......" began to babble nonsense again.

"Yes, yes, you're all here for the wedding?" Sanjia thought the old man remembered something.

"All dead, all dead...... Woohoo......"

As soon as the old man finished speaking, he cried and grabbed Sanjia.

"Kid, run, there are ghosts in this mountain, and the people under the mountain have run away. ”

The old man is crazy, the only hope of the top three is shattered, and there is no reason why this crazy old man can't ask why. He just wanted to know if there would also be Master Tongtianzi and Hongji buried in this grave.

"Grandpa, did you bury them all?" asked Sanjia again.

The old man nodded.

"I buried them, I buried them all, a hundred days!" said the old man.

"Think about it, is there Tongtianzi and Hongji?" asked Sanjia again.

The old man groaned for a while, then got up and went to the grave to throw out a handful of paper money.

"All dead, all dead......"

Sanjia's legs were weak, and the old man's answer was ambiguous, and he seemed to have lost his memory. But this answer made Sanjia even more desperate, he looked at the grave in front of him, thinking about Tongtianzi and Hongji.

These are the only two relatives he has crossed into this world!