In those years, the cultivators we cut together

In the mine, Lin Xiaolu began to bombard the statue with one punch after another, each punch would punch a big hole, and soon the old man's statue was blasted into pieces of rubble.

At this moment, Dongfangdan hadn't reacted yet, and exclaimed foolishly:

"As expected of Brother Lu, Ouyang spent so much effort just now that he couldn't even knock out the dust. Brother Lu's punch is one piece."

"Fart." Ouyang Ruixue gave him a white look, and snorted, "This statue is weird, it seems to have a strong defense against spiritual power, and it doesn't respond to strange warriors like Lin Xiaolu."

"Hahaha, that's right." Lin Xiaolu jumped up and shattered a part of the statue with a smile: "This thing seems to be specially designed for warriors. The spiritual power of monks cannot be broken, and warriors can use brute force. There are universes, haha, the treasure that the boss said must be inside the statue."

As he spoke, he kept punching, and the statue was quickly smashed to pieces by him like an ordinary stone statue, gradually revealing the contents inside, and when Lin Xiaolu really saw the contents clearly, his whole body was slightly shocked. I was taken aback.

Inside this statue is a mural!

This is a majestic and strange mural, which depicts a strange scene.

It was a human-shaped pattern lying on its side, which seemed to be sleeping. Various stars were engraved on the outside of the pattern, and all kinds of strange patterns were engraved on the inside of the human-shaped pattern.

Ouyang Ruixue looked at the mural curiously, with a puzzled look on her face: "What is this painting? A picture of sleeping?"

Dongfang Dan also watched eagerly, his round eyes filled with incomprehension.

Lin Xiaolu didn't understand much either, he suddenly missed Shuai Shuai Ya, if that guy was here, he would definitely be able to understand it, right?

Lin Xiaolu lay on the flower wall curiously observing the lines inside the humanoid image, observing closely bit by bit, and the next moment, he reacted suddenly.

The lines on it seem to be a way to promote qi, because some of it is a bit like Yi Jin Jing!

But it is very different from Yi Jin Jing, so it feels quite strange.

Lin Xiaolu had studied the Yi Jin Jing, and he could generally tell that it was a very profound skill, but he didn't know why it appeared in a place like Huangtian Mirage, where cultivators came, let alone whether it was As the boss said, it can deal with people who can fly.

"Lin Xiaolu, there is a line of characters here." Ouyang Ruixue greeted, pointing to a line of small characters at the bottom of the mural.

Lin Xiaolu hurriedly looked over upon hearing this.

The font is very small, and there are only five words on it - Zhelong Sleeping Dan Gong!

"Hiss~ It really is a martial arts secret book! My own!"

Lin Xiaolu became agitated in an instant, he forgot about being hungry, eating shit and not eating shit, he yelled and went down to the ground, lying on his side directly according to the posture in the human-shaped mural, and then moved non-stop The zhenqi in the body began to guide.

He was not afraid of accidents during his practice. After all, he had the Yi Jin Jing in his body as a foundation. If there was something wrong with this qi-engaging exercise, he could immediately feel it and stop practicing, so he immediately started preparing to try it. Anyway, he couldn't get out now.

In front of the mural, Lin Xiaolu posed in the same pose as the figures in the mural, as if two people, one big and one small, were looking at themselves in a mirror, while Dongfang Dan and Ouyang Ruixue at the side also looked at each other after seeing this scene, not knowing what to do for a while.

In the arena, Lin Xiaolu drew his breath out of his dantian, followed the lines on the mural to walk around the sky, and then he started snoring...

Ouyang Ruixue on the side looked puzzled.

What, I thought it was something powerful, but Lin Xiaolu fell asleep as soon as he lay down.

"Look, let me tell you, this mural is teaching people to sleep."

Dongfang Dan was also a little confused, after all, Brother Lu was propping his head on one hand, snoring while lying on his side, which meant he was asleep.

What the two of them didn't know was that at this moment, Lin Xiaolu had a strange dream.

In his dream, he found himself standing beside a stone bed, on which lay a scruffy Taoist, with his back turned to him, as if he was sleeping.

The Taoist turned his back to him, snoring, and he wanted to see the Taoist's face, but found that he couldn't move.

He knew immediately that he was dreaming, and it was a little strange to say that he knew that he was dreaming.

And just as he watched the sloppy Taoist sleeping and felt a little bored, a sudden old man's voice came from his ear:

"Little baby, you have the tendons of the Yijing in your body, why are you still practicing Zhelong Sleeping Pill?"

Lin Xiaolu was startled, looking at the sloppy Taoist with his back turned to him, not sure if he was talking to him.

He wanted to answer, but found that he couldn't answer. Fortunately, it didn't take long before the kind old man's voice sounded in his ears:

"Well, it's been a long time since I've met someone who exercises true energy like you, but it's true, who still cultivates true energy now.

Little baby, you need to sleep more in the future, and if you sleep a lot, you will know that the Taoist Hidden Dragon Sleeping Alchemy is no worse than the tendons of the Book of Changes. "

Lin Xiaolu wanted to ask who the old man was talking to, but he still couldn't ask, as if it was really just a dream, but he couldn't control the dream, so anxious he could only stare blankly.

In the ear, the voice rang again, and what sounded this time seemed to be a poem:

Sleeping gods, sleeping gods, stone roots lying high and forgetting their years, Sanguang's sinking nature is self-contained, qi returns to the mysterious orifice, and the breath is natural.

Don't be distracted, you must be peaceful, warm and round, waiting for his lead flower to appear.

There is no getting lost, there is a guard against leisure, the real heat is in the middle of luck; it is not difficult to walk seven times, and it is not difficult to practice nine times, why sigh.

Watching the battle of the dragon and tiger on the battlefield, the yin and yang are turned upside down.

People say that I am a hazy man, I want to sleep and sleep.

Learned the real reclining meditation.

Developed a real fetal element.

Wolong ascended to heaven together.

Who taught this sting method?

Sloppy Taoist Sanfengxian.

Lin Xiaolu started to feel drowsy after reading the stinky, long and incomprehensible words.

Well, it was strange to be sleepy in the dream, and just when he felt drowsy in the dream, the voice sounded again:

"Nowadays, people practice spiritual qi but not true qi, and they rob the world of resources and disdain their own qi. There are not many kids like you.

Little doll, you practice very well with Bodhidharma, keep practicing, but this old man is no worse than Bodhidharma, the Hidden Dragon Sleeping Alchemy was passed down from the ancestors, and it’s no worse than Yijing Tendons, from now on you practice Yijinjing during the day and night Well, just come to sleep more in the dream, sleep well, sleep enough, sleep well, you are the last successor of this old man~"

After the gentle and kind laughter, Lin Xiaolu suddenly realized that he could move, and hurriedly shouted at the back of the Taoist on the stone platform:

"Senior, who are you, you are the predecessor of Shangsanzong"

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……

Lin Xiaolu woke up suddenly, got up from the ground, his chest heaved violently, and his face was extremely rosy, as if he had just had a full meal!

Dongfangdan and Ouyang Ruixue were also taken aback by his reaction, and the next moment, Dongfangdan ran over and hugged him, shouting excitedly:

"Brother Lu, you finally woke up, you scared me to death."

Seeing Dongfangdan's runny nose and tears, Lin Xiaolu was slightly taken aback.

Why are you still crying?

He thought for a while, and looked at Dongfang Dan and Ouyang Ruixue in surprise.

"How long have I slept?"

Ouyang Ruixue glared at him angrily: "You have been asleep for three whole days!"

Lin Xiaolu: ...?(?'?'?)

"Brother Lu! I thought you were dead!" Dongfang Dan cried out, "Brother Lu, you slept for three days, didn't get a drop of water, didn't pee or pee, why didn't you die, Brother Lu?"

After finishing speaking, he looked at Lin Xiaolu's face and asked curiously: "Brother Lu, not only did you not die, but you also seemed to be full of vigor and vitality, and your skin was rosy, delicate and shiny. How did you do it?"

Lin Xiaolu didn't answer Dongfang Dan, he was also a little confused now, he didn't know what happened, he just stood there in a daze, looking at the mural in front of him.

After a long time, he hesitated and said:

"I seem to have dreamed of an old Taoist priest."

"Old Taoist? Who is it?" Ouyang Ruixue asked.

Lin Xiaolu looked at the mural, recalled the scene in his dream, and slowly uttered a name:

"Zhang Sanfeng!"