Because of the appearance of the three thousand knots, the battle of the silver bottle turned into a eloquent outpouring in a blink of an eye:

My name is Bi Cheng, and I will never forget that dark night. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A lot of people died. Master also died because of the cover.

The three of us ran out of the meandering stream from the Shimen station, a canyon, to escape with all our might. Our breath was wheezing violently from the rapid running, and our throats felt burning and aching. But we can't take care of that anymore.

The things I hurriedly picked up when I went out were all put in the storage bag, but the storage bag was also broken, and all kinds of things were scattered all over the ground. I lost my shoes, and so did my two younger sisters. Our bare feet were cut by the gravel by the stream, and the entire soles of our feet were covered in blood. But we don't care about that either.

All we can think about is running for our lives, because the demons from the underworld are behind us.

There was a bush in front of us, and we immediately dived into it. The thorns pierced our faces, arms, and bare skin, leaving wounds one after another, and pain came with our every movement, testing our endurance and will like a flood that burst our banks. We all want to live, and nothing can stop us from running wildly.

A long Hessesen arrow suddenly came from some direction and stuck in my arm. We were met by an ambush.

Behind the three of us, there are still some brothers and sisters following us. So, several more arrows were plunged into their chests. Even more unfortunate than we were they fell straight to their knees in the stream. Although they clenched the arrows in their hands, they could not save their lives that had passed quietly.

A moment later, several more secret techniques passed us. A junior disciple couldn't dodge, and the whole person was swallowed up by the secret art. Another sister tried to save him, and became a victim of the secret art herself.

The three of us who were lucky enough to dodge the arrows and the secret arts. The two sisters were better, but I ran away screaming in great terror.

Don't laugh at me for being cowardly.

I was a little older than you at the time, but this was the first time I had ever been in such a situation. I love life and I desire to live. Therefore, in the face of danger, I have long since given up my dignity. I don't know why the two sisters are calmer than me. Maybe they're like me, and they're even afraid to speak out because they're afraid.

We are like fawns driven by hunters, not asking the way forward, just running. Our legs were stained with blood, and pink spray was thrown as the stream splashed.

There was no sound behind us. This tells us that all the brothers and sisters have died. If we also die, it is estimated that no one will ever know about the tragic experience of our master. We have to survive, survive, to have hope of revenge.

We don't know why the calm division will be attacked.

What attracted a powerful adversary to the point that we were almost completely annihilated, we do not know.

We still don't know which force is in the secret realm.

Only by living can we inquire about these things clearly, know the ins and outs, and preserve our strength and resurrect the ashes.

We finally escaped.

In the middle of the night, there was finally no shouting of pursuers, no haunting of arrows, and no sound of secret arts. Yes, just a slight breath for the three of us.

We escaped with our lives.

More than half of the night has passed, and it won't be long before the sky will dawn. During this time, we can only rest for a while, and we will take advantage of the night to try to go further. We need to find a safe place to hide. It's like a frightened bird eager to fly higher, and a frightened fish eager to dive to the bottom.

Eventually, we stopped when the morning light fell. In the rock crevice of a mountain stream, we found a place covered with grass and trees.

We didn't have any props, and we set up a simple secret circle with the most ordinary stones, although the effect was very weak, but it was better than nothing.

When we finally stopped, we felt the pain in our bodies.

The process of recuperating lasted more than a month. From beginning to end, we never left that hidden mountain stream.

When we were able to move freely, the two junior sisters began to practice boringly again. We know that only when our own strength is strong can we not be bullied by the wicked, and we don't need to die like this anymore.

I also threw myself into cultivation. It's just that at that time, my cultivation has been opened up by the two junior sisters. I don't like to cultivate, but I have to cultivate, so my progress is slow. When I'm not working, I observe the animals in the mountain streams. From ants, to cicadas, to snakes, and even secret beasts.

From the beast's sturdy body, deep eyes, and colorful skin, I experienced the wildness and the conflict between the beast and humans.

I also often watch secret beasts fight. Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are secret beasts, there are battles.

When a strong life killed a relatively weak life, I learned more about what it means to survive.

Because of my influence, my two junior sisters also began to observe nature, think about life, and think about secret arts. It was from that time that they mentioned that they wanted to practice a secret art. This secret technique is the secret technique that you just drew the thread of. That's why I'm sure they're still there.

Later, we left the damp mountain stream and built three small huts on the hillside, and it was only three years before we left.

Unlike my mediocrity, the two junior sisters are already talented. They began to actively look for better opportunities.

The enemies may have forgotten the three of us, or they thought that the fish that slipped through the net were all ambushed and killed. Therefore, the three of us have made a name for ourselves in the secret realm, but no one has troubled us.

The two junior sisters came up with many ideas for secret techniques, but they lacked guidance and did not study them.

So, they thought of going to Dajue Temple to find something, but who knew that they would end up trapped in it.

And I was careless in making friends, was deceived into this mysterious tomb, and finally lost half of my body. In desperation, I had to splice half of the ape's body on mine.

Because performing this secret technique to save my body requires giving a part of my soul, I have been living in the tomb of Xuanxiang and have never gone far. I've always wanted to find a way to get back to being human, and then go to them. I don't ask for a lot, just be able to look at them from afar.

Seeing your secret technique just now, I know that I didn't wait in vain. At the very least, I know a little bit about them.

Don't worry, you are their heir, and I won't be embarrassed for you.