Chapter 102: The unpredictable journey of Liu Huaming, the stone turns to the unruly water and opens the screen

The suffocating feeling of free fall, coupled with the thunderous roar of water, made Mu Qian seem to have entered a short-term trance dream, countless white waves of small flowers flew like photons in front of his eyes, and the stable space was distorted because of this, Mu Qian felt that his body was pulled and deformed by an inexplicable force. But before he could take a closer look at what he had been pulled into, a turquoise, tumbling mirror smashed into his face.

His head "buzzed" and he lost consciousness, Mu Qian smashed into the tumbling and roaring water below the waterfall from a height of 100 meters, and then he floated away with the water with all his strength. A height of 100 meters was nothing for those powerful lifeforms in the Chaos Domain, but Mu Qian did not have such strength.

However, the scene of being smashed and dizzy was already very familiar to Mu Qian. Ever since he came to the Troubled Realm, he has been in a state of constant being ravaged by all kinds of alien life, constantly injured, and constantly concussed. So, he also learned some skills and had some adaptability.

In this case, it is most important to regain a clear consciousness as soon as possible and try to maintain a calm mood. Mu Qian, who went with the flow, relaxed his whole body, and while ensuring a smooth flow of breath in his body, he imagined himself as a fish, blending into the turbulent undercurrent that enveloped him.

Drifting like this for a while, Mu Qian first saved himself from his dizzy state of consciousness, and then he regained control of his scarred body. So between the strokes of his hands and feet, Mu Qian broke away from the undercurrent and surfaced.

"Didn't I fall to my death, but where did that old barbarian go?" After taking a breath of air, Mu Qian's brain power also began to work.

"If you can't find a barbarian, won't this game be fruitless?" Mu Qian quickly figured out what he was going to do. So, despite the serious injuries on his broken body, he began to search the river.

Diving again and again, resurfacing again and again, Mu Qian quickly became exhausted, but in such a wide flowing river, it was not easy to find someone. When faced with death, Mu Qian can sometimes be indifferent, because he knows that this is his life. But at the moment, the feeling that there seemed to be a little hope, but he couldn't grasp it at all was the most torturous, and Mu Qian soon became very impatient, and his swimming in the water became more and more weak.

When God closes one door for you, He opens another window for you. Mu Qian never believed such, he just felt that fate was very unhappy with him, and he was also very unhappy with fate, that's all.

In his memory, Mu Qian never had good luck. On the earth, he worked hard and diligently, but what he got was not equal to his efforts; after coming to the chaotic realm, he was as humble as an ant, life, values, dreams, everything was far away from him, and he only had the qualification to look up. But the stars and moons in the sky were too vast, so he looked up in a mess.

"Life and death are just small things, and it's a big deal to see this bullshit fate unhappy. Mu Qian's thoughts are like this, and they can't be understood. This is his smallness, pathetically, narrow-mindedness, but fate will not be equally narrow-minded, or fate will not care about him at all. So, after a lapse of 1,500 years, Mu Qian's second window finally appeared.

Just when Mu Qian was about to give up in despair, the body of the old barbarian floated in front of him. Overjoyed, Mu Qian hurriedly rushed over, grabbed the barbarian he was all concerned about, and then dragged the barbarian towards the shore in a surging heart.

The old savage, though dying, still had his last breath. This discovery immediately made Mu Qian jump for joy on the shore, and as if he had picked up a treasure, he dragged the old barbarian to a flat stone face on the shore, and then carefully made him sit up straight.

"Why are you here?" the old barbarian's originally closed eyes opened, and then he looked at Mu Qian and asked softly.

This question is not too difficult, but Mu Qian didn't know how to answer it for a while. After thinking very seriously for a while, Mu Qian stared at the old barbarian and asked:

"Have you barbarians always been on top?"

"Maybe others think so, but we've never been aware of it. Life is life, how can there be any high and low?" The old barbarian answered Mu Qian's question without any hesitation.

Mu Qian froze there all of a sudden, and at this moment he thought of one word: dignity. Then he thought about it more: Can a lowly life and a high-ranking life really have the same dignity? Am I unwilling and I am fighting to take back my dignity from fate, or to find a place for my narrow and fragile heart?

"It can't be that I've been wrong all along, right?" Mu Qian said in a low voice. Then he thought of something else: perhaps, dignity is only an extended attribute of life, and a civilization like the barbarian can completely internalize it, or rather, the barbarian uses his own life to internalize all morality, order, norms, and laws.

"Bullshit, even if there is no difference between high and low life, it can't happen to me. I'm a tragic little person, how can I manage this kind of big philosophy? Even if I am wrong, Lao Tzu will be wrong to the end. Mu Qian whispered to himself hatefully.

The old barbarian on the side didn't seem to care what Mu Qian said, he looked at everything in front of him with a very pure calm eye, just like an ordinary old man who looked down on everything.

"What is man like in your civilization before he dies?" asked the old savage again.

"Either accept death or resist death, there seems to be no other choice than these two, right?" Mu Qian did not understand the words of the old barbarian.

"But what's the use of resisting? either you can see through it or you don't see through it, those who don't see through it will be forced to see through it by reality sooner or later, who can really live forever?"

"Yes, but we didn't think about it that much. Some of us would burn something of ourselves on a stele before we died, and some of us would not like to do so, but I would love to write something on a stele now. The old barbarian said slowly.

"Stone tablets?" Mu Qian almost jumped up when he heard this, he risked his own life to toss such a thing, wasn't it just for those stone tablets in the barbarian cemetery?

"In our civilization, there are such things as stone tablets, but they are written by others, and they are put together with the dead. Did you write your stele yourself??," Suppressing the restlessness in his heart, Mu Qian still sat face to face with the old barbarian, and asked in a tone as smooth as possible.

"There's everything, everybody can write whatever they want, and no one cares about that. However, it is possible that later barbarians could see these steles and get something out of them, which is very precious. The old savage said.

"It is very precious, and in our place, it is called a 'cultural treasure', and it is an important factor in the continuation and development of our civilization. Can you tell me what you're going to write?" Mu Qian finally couldn't help but ask.

"I'm not sure, but when I was younger, I found a very beautiful lake in the snow-capped mountains in the north, and some red, very beautiful stones, and I found a strange species with shells at a depth of several thousand meters, and if it was baked with some seasoning plants, it was very delicious, and I think I would have written it down." The old savage said.

Mu Qian was a little stunned when he heard this: Is the stone tablet in the barbarian cemetery this kind of autobiographical record?

"But it doesn't matter if you don't write it, I believe that sooner or later, people will find out about it. The old savage said again.

"Sounds interesting, can I go and see these stone tablets of yours?" asked Mu Qian casually.

"No, not only are the rules and regulations, but there are also other things recorded on those stone tablets, such as the thinking of some barbarians about the universe, their understanding of life, the conflicts with other civilizations, and some secrets of other civilizations. The old savage said.

"Don't you know that you are already in the forbidden land, and is it worth it that you are about to lose your life for these uncertain things?" said the old barbarian.

"Forbidden land, will someone come and kill me later?" Mu Qian asked nonchalantly, the corners of his mouth raised.

"I don't know what you know, but aren't those steles the reason you're here?" The old barbarian had already seen everything, and it seemed that in his eyes, Mu Qian was no different from a dead man.

"What's engraved on this? Do you know that?" Mu Qian held up the stone bar in his hand in front of the old barbarian.

"This is our text, which is rarely circulated outside, and it seems that you really know a lot of things, and you are really a very strange person. The old barbarian stared at Mu Qian and said.

After hearing these words, Mu Qian's thoughts were tumbling like a tide for a while. Originally, I thought that this stone bar had something to do with the barbarians, but it was just Mu Qian's obsession, but I didn't expect it to become a reality now, and the words engraved on it were really barbarians. Mu Qian's good luck seems to be unstoppable.

"I have a mask on my face, but I don't have it in my heart. Where is your mask?" the old savage slowly read out what was carved into the stone.

"Mask?" Mu Qian couldn't help but think of the strange man he met a few years ago, his face was pale and indeed like some kind of painted mask, and once he laughed, he looked very sadistic and arrogant.

The old barbarian said no more, but turned his head to the side of the mangroves, his eyes calm, as clear as a shallow stream and as deep as an ancient well.

Mu Qian couldn't figure out what the stone strip meant, so he couldn't help but turn his head and look at the red Yan in the distance.

"Forbidden land?" After staring at the mangrove forest for a while, Mu Qian suddenly thought of what the old barbarian had said just now, and then all the fragments of this time flashed through his mind, gradually forming a finished picture.

"The mangrove forest is where you are going, your cemetery, right? You could have gone there, but such a humble little person as me happened to be uninteresting and not afraid of death, and in order to hunt me down, you had to soak in the cold river for a long time with your dead body, so although the mangrove forest is close at hand, it is difficult for you to get there alive, or do you suddenly not want to go?" Mu Qian said as he stared into the eyes of the old barbarian.

The old barbarian didn't respond to Mu Qian, his face was still calm, and it was difficult to see anything, he just shook his head at Mu Qian, and then closed his eyes.

"I'll take you now, even if you die, I'll take your body to the mangroves, I'm going there to find an answer. Mu Qian said as he picked up the old barbarian on his back, and then walked towards the mangrove forest with a staggering step.

Perhaps it is really as Mu Qian said, it is difficult for an elderly barbarian in his twilight years to reach the mangrove forest alive, but how could Mu Qian himself not be like this? The two heavy blows of the barbarian in the prime of life, as well as the sharp claw piercing in the chest, and then diving in the river for a long time, plus a cliff jump, at this moment, Mu Qian's injuries are irreparable, and he will fall down at any time if he lacks the skills to return to heaven.

However, the answer lies in that mangrove forest, does Mu Qian have a chance to see it? After walking a few hundred meters with difficulty carrying the old barbarian on his back, Mu Qian heard the rapid sound of the wind behind him, and then before he had time to turn around, the old barbarian on his back was slapped out by a huge stone slab.

Looking at the middle-aged barbarian in front of him carrying a huge stone slab that was two meters high and half a meter wide, Mu Qian, who was spurting blood from his mouth and nose, showed a smile. He was at the moment satisfied, for he had found the answer: it was because of him, as he had guessed, that the old barbarian had run out of oil here, and could not afford to go to the cemetery, whether the mangroves were indeed graveyards or not. So the barbarian in the prime of life left him and left alone in order to bring back this slate, that is, the stele that was left for the old barbarian to inscribe.

And since the barbarians in the prime of life carried back the stele, and the barbarians did not leave the stele outside the cemetery, then this should be within the scope of the cemetery, and it is very likely that the mangrove forest is a cemetery. At this time, even if he died, Mu Qian had completed the obsession in his heart, and he finally came to the barbarian cemetery.

Mu Qian, who was lying on the ground, turned his head to look at the old barbarian not far away, this old man who had been calm was completely dead. A stone slab from behind the barbarian in the prime of life almost smashed the old man into a pulp. Perhaps, for barbarians, this is nothing: they are going to die anyway, so how they died, who killed them, whether they were beaten into meat puree, it doesn't matter much.

The barbarian then stuck the slate in the ground, then walked under a large tree next to it, and began to dig with his claws. Soon, he dug a big pit, and then kicked the old barbarian who was already dead and Mu Qian, who still had a breath, into the pit. With a "bang", the stone slab fell, smashing Mu Qian and the old barbarian again, but this was a good cover, and it was not enough to expose the corpse to the wilderness.

There was not a single intact flesh and skin on his body, and he was completely soaked with blood. If Mu Qian could still speak at this moment, he would definitely greet all the eighteen generations of ancestors of the barbarians in their prime: If you kill someone, you will kill someone, and if you bury someone, you will bury someone, but how can you be so torturous?

In fact, the barbarian had no intention of burying the man, so he threw down the slate and left the place. Therefore, Mu Qian could still breathe the air outside, and his breath could still breathe for a while, but at the cost of being pressed by the heavy stone slab and tortured to death.

"It's so hard to die, that's my fate. Mu Qian thought in his heart, his self-deprecating smile was no longer able to show it. But can he just die? What is the chance of survival? Or a miracle?

Mu Qian wanted to struggle again, but he was too tired, and felt in his heart that no matter what he did, it was meaningless—there was no meaning, and naturally there was no motivation.

"Liu, Yanxiao, it seems to be the name, right? Unfortunately, I haven't seen what you really look like. I'm sorry I couldn't ...... for you and for you" Mu Qian's expression was gloomy, extremely painful: he let go of everything, but the blurred figure couldn't let go.

After a struggle with his mind and body, Mu Qian decided to make one last effort. So, with all his strength, he raised his left arm to his mouth, and then he tore open the layers of leaves with his teeth, and took the life-saving pill in his mouth - no matter what the outcome, it was always an opportunity.

But just as Mu Qian was about to swallow the pill, he looked at the corpse of the old barbarian beside him. This corpse was the same as Mu Qian at the moment, its whole body was blurred with flesh and blood.

"Father Park, it's been ten years. You said this pill could give me a second chance, and I hope you're not bragging. Thinking like this, Mu Qian bit the pill in his mouth in half, swallowed half of it himself, and then spit out the other half. Then, Mu Qian used all his strength to put the remaining half of the pill into the mouth of the elderly barbarian next to him and helped him swallow it.

Mu Qian didn't know why he did this, why he gave a dead man a life-saving pill, but he did it, and so a miracle happened: the dead old barbarian came back to life, albeit only for a short moment.

When Mu Qian swallowed the pill and fell into a daze, he only felt a layer of ethereal white light suddenly appear, and then his whole body seemed to fall into the clouds, becoming extremely light: the severe pain was gone, the painful thoughts were gone—his body and mind were reborn.

Looking sideways, Mu Qian found in a trance that the old barbarian actually opened his eyes and looked at him steadily, and those illusory white lights flowed from the wounds on the old barbarian's body, and then shrouded the two of them like a thin veil. Looking closely, Mu Qian was horrified to find that the blood flowing from himself and the old barbarian had been blended together, and the white light veil was relying on the wanton blood of the two to connect them together.

It didn't take long for the white light to fade away, and the old barbarian closed his eyes as if nothing had happened. But Mu Qian knew very well that this was not the case, his body was still weak at the moment, but he was out of danger of life, and the wounds on his body were still bloody and blurry, but they did not have much impact on him.

The barbarian in the prime of life, who had not yet gone far from the "Roaring ......", noticed the change here, and immediately fell into a state of rage, and he rushed towards it frantically. Mu Qian in the dirt pit didn't know what was going on at all, he just felt very uncomfortable being pressed by the stone slab, and then instinctively waved his hand, and the heavy stone slab actually flew out immediately.

Mu Qian, who was surprised, jumped out of the dirt pit, looked at the middle-aged barbarian who rushed over with great momentum, a sneer passed the corner of his mouth, and then shouted:

"Zhang Zechen. ”

Just as the middle-aged barbarian was about to rush to Mu Qian's side, a figure Huo Ran appeared, and then punched the rushing barbarian. "Buzz", a strong hurricane erupted from the point of impact of the two fists, swept away all the surrounding vegetation, sand, and soil, and then wrapped in billowing dust and smoke, and rushed into the distance.

Mu Qian was also thrown far away, but he finally managed to stand firm in the strong wind. The pit where the old barbarian was buried was immediately filled in, and the old man was finally buried in the ground. Then the sound of explosion roared endlessly, and the sudden appearance of Zhang Zechen and the middle-aged barbarian were like two wild bulls, colliding frantically. Each of their impacts emitted a loud sonic boom that brought a monstrous tumbling wave of air.

Mu Qian had never seen such a scene, Zhang Zechen and the middle-aged barbarians had the power to destroy the world in every move. But this is a forbidden place for barbarians, and soon countless violent roars are heard in the direction of the mangroves, and then in the roar of the earth, countless barbarians rush here.

Zhang Zechen's expression was grim, and his killing intent skyrocketed, he didn't want to accompany Mu Qian to be buried here. Suddenly, Zhang Zechen's original two arms became four, and then into eight, and then these eight arms turned into fist shadows in the sky, and they bombarded the body of the barbarian in his prime.

"Two fists are hard to beat four hands", not to mention that it is now eight hands, and the barbarian in the prime of life immediately fell into the distance like a kite with a broken string. Zhang Zechen then rushed to Mu Qian's side like a whirlwind, grabbed him, and in a few ups and downs, the two jumped on the top of the waterfall cliff, and then fled straight to the depths of the jungle on both sides of the river.