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Hanzi thought hard, but couldn't come up with a result. He only felt that Song Zikai's eyes were extremely evil. He must not be practicing decent Qigong, and he was definitely not a disciple taught by an upright person. It seemed that this Song Zikai
The background behind is not just as simple as his father’s background.
There was nothing to do in the prison. The only bad old man in the prison was sleeping all the time. No one talked to him, so he lay down on the hard wooden bed and fell asleep. Although lying on it was very uncomfortable.
It was uncomfortable, but after the two days of fear and extreme physical and mental torture, he felt extremely tired and fell asleep soon after.
He didn't wake up until there was a "squeaking" sound of metal grinding. At this time, the light outside the skylight became even darker, and it must have been the time when the sun was setting. I saw a small doorway opened under the iron door.
A small lunch box was handed in from outside.
"Eat." A voice with only two cold words came from outside, and then the small door was closed again. There was a "crack", and then the footsteps outside were heard gradually fading away.
"Why is there only one lunch box? Isn't there my share?" Looking at the small lunch box, Hanzi felt very strange. If this lunch box was his, then this bad old man would have nothing to eat; if this lunch box was this
Damn it, the old man would have nothing to eat; but if the two of them shared this box of lunch, it would obviously be too little.
He couldn't think of anyone to give this lunch to, and the old man didn't wake up. He could finish it by himself. But even so, his kind nature prevented him from eating alone, so he walked over and shouted about this bad guy.
Here comes the old man.
"Grandpa, grandpa, get up and eat." But the old man didn't respond. Hanzi thought he was sleeping too soundly, so he pushed him a few times and shouted a few more times, but the old man still didn't respond.
A little reaction.
"Does this old man actually don't need to eat?" I was secretly surprised, but after thinking about it, I thought it was impossible. How could there be anyone who didn't need to eat?
Although he couldn't wake him up, Hanzi still didn't dare to eat the lunch box alone. He sat on the wooden bed and opened the lunch box, thinking: "I'll eat half of it and leave half for this old man."
"Grandpa, since you don't agree with me, I'll eat it first and leave half of it for you." Hanzi said to the old man.
Opening the lunch box, he saw a pile of loose and yellow rice inside, with a few cauliflowers that had been boiled to a pulp and turned yellow. There were a few diced dried radishes beside them. Seeing these meals, Hanzi felt a little appetizing.
No, plus there was a foul smell coming from the chamber pot in the corner and a sour smell spreading in the cell, which made people feel sick.
But he also knew that if he didn't eat, it would be difficult for him to survive, so no matter how unpalatable the food was, he had to stuff some into his stomach. So he picked up the small spoon in the lunch box and flicked it.
Put a spoon of rice and a piece of green vegetable into your mouth.
"Bland and tasteless, just like pig food!" This is his evaluation and feeling of these meals.
Although it was extremely unpalatable, he still stuffed half of the box of food into his stomach as hard as swallowing pig food. After eating, he picked up a cup with water next to him and took a sip.
Water, "Wow, it's raw water! Are these prison guards going too far?" Hanzi was secretly angry. But the conditions were like this, and he had no choice. He was angry and angry, but he still had to eat and drink. After all, the human body
Necessary supplies are still needed.
About ten minutes later, footsteps were heard outside again, and then the small doorway under the iron gate opened again, and someone outside was heard shouting: "Collect the lunch box." Only then did Hanzi realize that his move to save food was a waste.
, the old man couldn't eat even if he kept it. Sighing, he had to hand the lunch box out.
Listening to the sound of the small door closing again and the footsteps gradually disappearing, he felt for the first time the suffering of prisoners in prison. This is indeed not the life that people should live.
That bad old man never woke up. Hanzi lay on the hard wooden bed at night and thought wildly. It wasn't until late at night that he felt tired, so he squinted his eyes and went to sleep. But he didn't know how long it took before he fell asleep.
He has always had the habit of getting up early. It was probably four or five o'clock in the morning when he woke up the next day. Although the cell was dark at this time, he already had the ability to see at night, so he could still see the scene in the cell.
It was very clear. I saw the old man sleeping there as he was, with a dirty "big" character.
Seeing that there was nothing to do, and the bad old man probably wouldn't get up to disturb him, he sat on the wooden bed and practiced the Qianlong Jue. Although he had stopped practicing for a long time because of Gao Shirou's incident,
After practicing again this time, I feel that Qianlong's Qi has not weakened, but has improved a lot. I thought to myself: "Is it possible to improve without practicing? This seems unlikely."
Soon after, his body began to emit a strange fragrance, and the strange fragrance also began to fade after it was concentrated to a certain extent. However, even so, when he finished his work, he discovered a strange phenomenon
, the original stinking, sour smell in the cell disappeared for no reason at this time, the air in the cell became fresher, and occasionally a faint fragrance could be smelled, like an orchid, a chrysanthemum, or a kind of flower.
The scents are not the same, it's as if the best scents in the world are all gathered together, making people feel extremely comfortable when smelling it, and it's like there has never been such a scent in the world.
However, Hanzi himself couldn't smell the scent. He just smelled that there was no smell in the cell, which made him feel strange. He didn't know how this strange phenomenon was caused.
In the next few days, the situation was still the same. The prison guards would deliver meals twice a day. No, it should be said to be a meal of porridge and a meal. At about ten o'clock in the morning, a box of leftover rice would be delivered.
White porridge with a few dices of pickled mustard on top. A box of lunch will be delivered around seven in the afternoon. The recipe has not changed at all. It is still a few green vegetables and a few dices of dried radish. And there is always one serving, and the strange old man never wakes up.
I've been here before, and I haven't even seen him move.
All his problems were solved in the cell, and the solution was the chamber pot in the corner. Then every two days, someone would come and empty the chamber pot.
Although the past few days were extremely difficult, since there was no stinking smell in the prison, he did not feel very uncomfortable except for loneliness and poor food.
In the past few days, in addition to sleeping, he practiced the Hidden Dragon Technique. Because there was no external interference, his Hidden Dragon Qi became deeper and deeper day by day, which made him feel extremely gratified. The only thing that puzzled him was
, which is why he felt strange why the old man in the prison was sleeping so hard that he didn't need to eat or drink, let alone excrete waste from his body.
But it wasn't until the sixth day after he entered the cell that he discovered this strange secret. That evening, when the small door under the iron door was opened again, there was this man lying on the wooden bed who had not moved for six days.
Laozi suddenly sat up with a roar, turned over, and said in a rough voice: "It's time to eat!" He grabbed the lunch box, opened it, and started to devour it. Looking at his eating appearance, he seemed to be eating the most delicious delicacies in the world.
Hanzi also discovered that there were two meals delivered tonight. This was the first time in six days that this had happened. It was as if the prison guards knew that the old man would get up to eat today.
Seeing this bad old man gobbling up food, Hanzi became more and more strange. If he was not hungry, he looked like a hungry ghost reincarnated. He wished he could eat the lunch box together.
He said he would be hungry, but no ordinary person could go six days without eating or drinking, and this was still a conservative estimate. He didn't know when the bad old man had eaten before he came in.
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The old man's hair was very long, and the front part hung down to his face, almost covering most of his face. Although Han Xiao had sharp eyesight, he could not see clearly through his hair.
While chewing the rice, he looked at the old man from time to time. Over the past few days, he had gradually adapted to the food, and now he was eating it with gusto.
Suddenly, he found that the old man raised his hand and slightly moved the hair on his face to the side. He finally saw the whole face of the old man, but he immediately screamed.
