When he woke up again, it was dark, Ling Yun was terrified, for more than ten days, he had become accustomed to the eternal world when he opened his eyes, the sun in the sky, even every cloud, every leaf, every wave, the position of everything had not changed, but the sky was dark.

Ling Yun was even more surprised that his legs were numb and unconscious, and he could still move a little yesterday, but today he was completely unable to move, as if two logs were stuck in his legs.

There was a layer of felt under the body, and a thin quilt made of new cotton was covered on top, and I don't know who did it.

In his ears was the sound of the rushing river, and he was still lying on the big rock, and the passenger boat on the mountain peak had also moved to the boulder beside Ling Yun.

Ling Yun became worried, struggled to crawl over with both hands on the ground, clinging to the bow deck with his upper body, pulling open the half-covered door panel, and saw that under the candle flame, the four women were asleep in the passenger ship, snuggling up to each other, breathing steadily, his chest heaving, and he seemed to be reluctant to wake up in a sweet dream.

Ling Yun looked around, there was a bonfire on the boulder, the firewood was burning vigorously, and the surroundings were red, and there was nothing else, could it be that the old way went and returned?

It would be a good thing if Lao Dao came back, Ling Yun was trying to ask him why his legs were numb and unable to move when the day came.

I thought it was numbness, but after a long time, Ling Yun only felt that his legs were unconscious, and it was not at all the itching sensation that was gnawed by ants.

"What the hell is going on?" Ling Yun wondered.

In the cabin, several women were awakened by the sound of Ling Yun pulling the door panel, Yang Lingya was the first to get up, rushed over and said happily: "You actually woke up, I thought you were dead!" Tears almost flowed from her eyes.

Xuezhu was also full of joy, and came over to help drag Ling Yun into the cabin, regardless of the fact that Ling Yun still had spots of blood on his body.

Snuggled among the four women, from the cold big stone outside, to the cabin, but it was exactly the same as in the dream.

"How could the ship suddenly come to the rock?" Ling Yun asked suspiciously.

The women were also puzzled, they remembered that when the passenger ship was sailing in the river, there was a sudden strong wind and waves, and they thought that the passenger ship was going to be overturned by the huge waves, but they did not expect that when they came back to their senses, the boat had already reached the stone.

After listening to their explanations, Ling Yun remembered that when they were on the top of the mountain, they were in a frozen world, where would they know who had moved or restored the world.

"When we found that the boat was as stable as flat ground, we went out of the cabin to see that we had come to a big rock, and we thought that the passenger ship was a huge wave crashing on the stone, and the river was calm at this time, and there was no danger of the stormy waves at all. Next to the passenger ship, we found that the official was lying there, no matter how he screamed, he couldn't wake up, and his body was as heavy as Mount Tai, and our four weak women tried their best, but they couldn't lift it, but fortunately, your breath was stable at that time, and we felt that there should be no accident, so we helped you lay a felt quilt, and had to leave you to sleep there. Xuezhu explained, her eyes didn't dare to look directly at Ling Yun, and she always looked down at the floor of the cabin.

Yang Lingya covered her mouth and smiled: "Xuezhu still hasn't said one thing, when I carried you, I don't know if you pretended to be asleep or really sleeped, but I hugged Ziruo, I didn't do anything, I kicked you several times and hugged people, kissed and said something incomprehensible, what my heart, my liver, and then who dared to hug you except Xuezhu, let you lie there It's cheaper for you, you should be kicked into the river." ”

Zi Ruo, who was sitting in the corner, had already turned his back to his face, and his neck had become red, especially when he heard Yang Lingya mention this, he was even more shy and unbearable, and he wanted to kick Ling Yunzhen into the river.

Ling Yun suddenly realized, patted his head and said: "It turned out that it was not a dream, I thought it was a dream, and the dream moved you down from the mountain, and then you snuggled up to me, it turned out to be true." ”

When Ziruo heard this, he was even more annoyed and angry, thinking that he was just dreaming, and he could be forgiven, but this guy actually used his dream to play a hooligan, picked up a pillow in his hand, and smashed it hard.

The pillow was filled with buckwheat, and the outer skin was made of bamboo on one side and cloth on the other, so it was quite heavy, Mei Niang watched the pillow fly over, smiled, and kindly reminded: "Be careful!"

Ling Yun turned his head, and the pillow hit his face squarely, not breaking the skin, but the weight was so stuffy that his face almost couldn't breathe.

Seeing his stunned look, Zi Ruo thought that it hurt him, and she felt a little unbearable in her heart, and felt that her hand was a little heavy.

Unexpectedly, Ling Yun was like an initiation, patted his thigh and shouted, "Yes, how did I forget, I slept more than one day, and I could sleep a lot a day, it turned out that I miscalculated!"

Ling Yun picked up the pillow, there were many buckwheat in this pillow, which were originally large in grain, and were crushed into quicksand by Ling Yun, Ling Yun pried up a few wooden planks from the deck, and then surrounded the wooden planks, and made two funnels of the same size up and down, with a small eye in the middle, which were paired together to form a timekeeping funnel.

The women didn't understand what he was going to do, so they could only watch Ling Yun busy with his work from the side, and they couldn't help in a hurry.

"It can't be stupid, right?" said Yang Lingya with a playful smile.

Zi Ruo felt a little relieved when he saw that he didn't look like he had a head injury at all, but because Ling Yun rarely moved, everyone didn't notice that Ling Yun was injured on his leg.

After making the funnel, Lingyun poured those broken buckwheat into the bucket, and sure enough, it began to flow slowly downstream, Lingyun heard a bell ringing in the mountain temple in the distance, and knew that it was time to come, so he began to calculate the time of the funnel and adjust the speed of the downstream, until the second time the mountain temple bell rang, and when the women were drowsy, the buckwheat in the funnel just flowed in.

Ling Yun knew that he had to stay still for the fifteenth day this time, so that the aura could heal the wounds and connect all the blood vessels, otherwise he would simply go crazy if he endured it for half a month and a half without moving.

After solidifying the world, Ling Yun lay in the quilt, the candle flame kept shining, Ling Yun didn't dare to move his legs, and he didn't dare to sleep, so he had to pick up the books in the ship's bag to relieve his boredom, and he had to change the funnel every hour, but there was no bell to remind him, and he must always pay attention to whether the funnel was dripping.

Even if the beauty was beside him, Ling Yun didn't dare to move, at most he reached out and pinched his face, or picked up his little hand and kissed it, where did he dare to move his legs, for fear that his previous efforts would be wasted, and it would be a painful torture for fifteen days.

Every hour, when the funnel had finished dripping buckwheat, Lingyun turned the funnel upside down and carved an orthography with his fingernails on the board.

Heaven and earth are eternal night, and the light will never be extinguished, and the world will stay forever at that moment, and even the beauties around them are frozen with the smiles of that moment.

The orthography was finally engraved to one hundred and eighty paintings, and Ling Yun was overjoyed, but he didn't dare to get up rashly, in case his legs still couldn't move, wouldn't it be a waste of his previous efforts, so he continued to wait.

One hundred and eighty-one, one hundred and eighty-two, one hundred and eighty-three .......

It wasn't until the second hundredth painting that the funnel was turned over two hundred times that Ling Yun finally relieved himself and slowly stood up.

After a long period of suffering, my legs finally regained my freedom, and I cried with joy.