Chapter 0270 - Helpless
As soon as the sun rose the next day, Lang hattian couldn't wait to go to the stone cliff, but saw that the nest made of stones was empty.
He scrambled around, and finally found the bird in the grass near the tomb, pecking at the ripe berries in the grass with its short, stiff beak.
Lang watched as it finished eating, then examined the bird's wound and found that it had scabbed.
"You guy, why are you hungry so early, don't worry, even if you can't fly again in the future, I will keep you. β
He put the bird back in the nest, faced the rising sun, and cultivated again. After his mood became better, Lang felt that his cultivation had become more motivated again, and every step he took seemed to be much lighter, and gradually, he realized to a deeper level.
When he is idle and bored, he will play with the birds, but in the process, the birds' eyes have been staring at the high sky.
In an inadvertent moment, Lang hattian was practicing on the stone cliff, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of it actually running out of the stone nest on its own, and it had squirmed to the edge of the stone cliff.
Lang was so shocked that he didn't have time to think about it, and the whole person rushed at it.
"No, you're going to fall to your death!"
It fell, and Lang hated Tian followed, stepping out of the Taiping three-move footwork that he had practiced all these days, and his arms reached out like lightning, and he caught the bird at the last moment.
But at this time, he had already rushed out of the cliff, and the whole person stood horizontally on the stone wall straight up and down. At this moment, he didn't know that in the middle of his steps, he had returned to the stone cliff.
Lang Hattian's body was terrifyingly light at this time, and he finally understood the wonders of the Taiping Three Movements, he didn't use his soul power at all, he didn't hesitate at all, everything was a matter of course.
"I... I just γγγγγγ When he came back to his senses, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat, "I did it, I really did it!"
He stared at his feet, his eyes fiery.
"Thank you so much!" Lang hated the sky and held the bird in his hand and kissed it fiercely.
The latter shrank back, as if disgusted by his kiss. Just as Lang hated the sky was immersed in joy, a trace of determination flashed in the bird's eyes. In the warm palm of its hand, its wings, which had not been opened for a long time, suddenly spread, and a gust of wind swept up, and it flew to the sky in front of it.
This time, Lang hated the sky and couldn't react in time, and the bird spread its wings, but it fell straight down the cliff.
"No !!"
Lang hated the sky and didn't understand why it tried again and again to no avail. He rushed to the edge of the cliff, and was about to lean down to look down when a gray shadow suddenly flashed in front of him and swept high into the air.
"Chirp!" the bird chirped happily, casting a deep glance at Lang Hate Sky and flying off into the distance. The latter watched in amazement as the life went away, thoughtfully.
"May you be well. β
There seemed to be another cry in the distance.
The surroundings quieted down, Lang hated the sky looked at the stone nest beside him, put the book in his arms, then turned around, knelt down towards the stone tablet, and knocked his head three times.
"Heroic seniors, please forgive me for the disturbance of coming to your grave these days, the younger generations will finally have a small success in practicing the Taiping Essentials today, and I will say goodbye, and I will definitely come to visit you every festival and sacrifice day in the future. β
Lang hated Tian and left, returning to the sect.
Lei Yunying looked at Lang Hatian, who had been emaciated for the past few days, and held his cheek in his arms.
"My God, you've been going out early and returning late these days, but I'm worried, grandma has been afraid that you will do something stupid!"
Lang hattian felt very sorry, he grabbed Lei Yunying's hand, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, Grandma Yunying, I made you worry, I'm fine now, you can rest assured." β
"Reallyγγγγγγ β
Lei Yunying looked at Lang Hattian's smiling face, her eyes were clear, and there was no lie in it.
"These days, just accompany grandma, okay?"
"Of course!" Lang Hatian agreed, his eyes suddenly moistened.
He didn't want Lei Yunying to see him like this, so he hurriedly changed the topic: "Grandma, I'm hungry and want to eat something delicious." β
"Okay, grandma, let's do it!"
After Lang Hatian entered the house, he took out the Yunling Sword and wiped it over and over again.
"You've been lying in that cave for more than twenty years, and you want to fly into the sky?" Lang asked softly, leaning close to it.
The sword was sharp and cold, and it spoke silently in his hand.
"We're all birds with broken wings. β
He put away his sword, the meal outside was ready, and after Meimei had eaten a meal, when it was night, he took a cool seat under the tree in the courtyard, looking at the stars in the sky, and his mood was extraordinarily calm.
"Xiaotian, grandma's cooking is still to your liking. β
"Mmmm, it's so delicious, I've made it all. β
Lei Yunying heard the words and blossomed, she took a plate of melons, fruits and snacks, put them on the stone table next to Lang hate, and watched the young man's face that had not smiled for too long finally bloomed today, and she was very relieved.
"By the way, Xiaotian, grandma has one more thing to tell you, it is from the sect, and it has a lot to do with you. β
A muffled sound came from the second floor of Jishizhai, Xiong Zaipeng sighed, and opened the medicine furnace in front of him, and inside was a black residue.
"Sure enough, it still failed, is it a conflict of medicinal properties?"
On the paper beside him, there were several dense prescriptions, which he wrote and crossed out, and none of them were feasible.
"It's hard to climb to the sky!"
Looking at his unkempt appearance, he hasn't been out of the pavilion for several days, just for the injuries on Lang Hattian's body.
"Unless the predecessor who created the Soul Devouring Method is alive, there really is no one who can cure it, or maybe only the gods can!"
He went downstairs and pushed open the door of Jishizhai, only to find that it was already night. After a hasty wash, I ate something at will, and it happened that Gao Yisheng came to visit at this time.
"Zai Peng, what's the situation?" the visitor didn't say those polite words to reminisce about the past, but went straight to the point.
Xiong Zaipeng naturally knew what he was referring to, so he could only tell the truth.
"At the moment, with my medical skills, I can't cure it. That kid hurt his soul, and I couldn't do anything about it, but fortunately he hadn't cultivated his soul yet, so I could only hope that he could come out of the shadows and practice from scratch, maybe he could regenerate his soul. β
"The soul is reborn ... Zai Peng, you're not joking, how is this possible!"
"Lao Gao, listen to me, although that kid's soul is damaged, he is still alive, which proves that his soul has not completely dissipated, so there is still a chance. β
"Then listen to you, you can only tell him the news directly now?"
"It can only be like this, Sister Cui went to Haojing Pavilion to consult the classics a few days ago, and there may be gains, but the possibility is also very small. Tomorrow, you and I will go to Yunying's courtyard. β