"Oh, you're awake, great, thank goodness. Fengsheng said with a loud laugh.

Feng Qi's eyes widened and his face was full of gratitude, and he tried to answer the wind, but only a few snoring sounds came out of his throat, and the pain of the wound in his neck hit his heart again, and he grinned in pain.

Feng Sheng immediately understood what Feng Qi meant, and reached out and patted him on the shoulder as a sign of comfort.

Feng Qi was seriously injured, but he was born strong and recovered surprisingly quickly, much to the surprise of Feng Qi. After a few hours, he was able to stand up slowly with a piece of bamboo chopped by the wind.

The sound of the wind led him to the hillside not far away, where the wind saw the body of the wind and the body, and he kept sobbing, and large tears rolled down his eyes.

Under the command of the wind gesture, Feng Sheng dug a one-meter-deep soil pit in a bamboo forest, and then, Feng Sheng put Feng He's body into it, and then filled it with soil, and a sharp stone was inserted on the mound, which was a tombstone and a mark.

After the stone was planted, Feng Qi stood there, looking lonely and teary-eyed, and he was reluctant to leave for a long time, perhaps he did not want to accept the reality of his companion's death.

After completing these tasks, the two came to the black bear again, squatted on the ground, cut off all the valuable things on the black bear, and put them into the windy cloth bag, which was heavy.

Feng Qi grabbed the bear's claws, looked at them carefully, endured the pain, and put them in his jacket pocket, maybe he wanted to keep a souvenir.

Finally found a guide, Fengsheng's mood suddenly relaxed, follow the wind, and will definitely be able to get out of this canyon and get rid of the current predicament.

Feng Qi tentatively opened his mouth, trying to get the air through his vocal cords. This action made him feel severe pain, and he could only utter simple words such as "ah, ah, hey" in his throat, but even so, Feng Sheng was very satisfied, after all, Feng Qi's mind was clear.

The wind lifted with the wind and walked out of this primeval forest, to the rushing river, and along the pebble-strewn path on the right bank of the river, to the lower reaches of the river.

The river made a rattling sound, and the stones at the bottom of the river rose out of the water, and were hit by the river water to be extremely smooth, like the head of a middle-aged man with a bald top.

The sun shone on the bushes around me, and the water droplets on the green leaves shone brightly.

Standing beside the bushes, the wind lifted the leaves, revealing a few purple berries underneath, and he plucked them, put them in his mouth, and kept sucking them, looking very enjoyable.

The wind also hurriedly squatted down, turned over the leaves of the bush, pulled off the purple berries, and stuffed them into his mouth. Sure enough, the purple berries have thin skins and juicy skins, sweet and sour, with a strong antique flavor, a bit like the aftertaste of coffee.

Ahead is a soothing depression with gray-yellow thatch and low weeds, a bit like the wetlands that the wind once visited.

They sat down to rest and felt a little hungry.

The wind dug a deep pit in the sand, picked up a few pebbles, laid them around, and then went to the bushes and found some hay and sun-dried branches. He broke off the branches and put them in a deep pit with some hay underneath. He took out the porcelain bowl, walked to the river, crouched down, filled the bowl with water, put in some minced bear meat, and finally rested the porcelain bowl on the pebbles.

The flint ignited the hay, and the flame of the hay set the dry branches on fire. After a while, the river water in the porcelain bowl began to boil, the bear meat rolled up and down in Wanli, and the fragrance of the bear meat spread. The corners of their mouths moved, and their tongues licked their lips.

Feng Qi pointed to his pocket with an "ah" twice, and his eyes gestured to Wind to open it. Feng Sheng opened his pocket, found a few pieces of dark yellow buckwheat cakes, took them out and handed them to Feng Qi, kept two for himself, and stuffed them into his mouth.

At an astonishing speed, the two of them ate the buckwheat cakes, drank up the bear broth, and gradually regained their strength.

Carrying a backpack and a pocket, the wind lifted the wind and continued along the grove on the bank of the river.

The wind rises and stops, stopping to rest from time to time. They walked slowly, and when the sun was setting in the west, they had only walked about a few kilometers.

As far as the eye can see, there are soft meadows and rolling hills, with peaks on either side outlining the valley and narrow rivers running through it. The sun shines on the surface of the river, and the river is golden and sparkling, like a golden ribbon, dancing with the wind.

The bed of the river sinks steeply in front of it, creating a steep cliff, and the river rushes down, crashing against the rocks below, making a loud noise, and a waterfall appears. Further down, the river suddenly widens, and the water is no longer turbulent, calm as a mirror.

Seeing the tall aquatic plants not far away, the wind roared excitedly, and the bamboo stick in his hand knocked on the ground, and his fingers pointed to the depths of the aquatic plants, as if there was some secret hidden there.

The sound of the wind let go of the wind's arms, walked over quickly, brushed aside the tall and thick aquatic plants, and walked into the wetland along the river.

"A raft, it's a raft. The wind jumped for joy.