When Han Tianyun woke up again, he was already on a small bed.

The room was small and narrow, with only a glimmer of light coming in through the low door, making it dark and damp.

The air smelled of moldy and sour bedding.

There was a small table at the door, where two old men were sitting and playing chess, blocking most of the light that came into the room.

The old man who was sitting with his back to him had a bun on his head and a wine gourd on his waist, like a Taoist.

And across from him was an old monk.

A monk didn't speak for a long time, just like an old pine who had settled down.

Only the faint sound of rushing water came from outside the house, and it seemed that the room was becoming quieter and quieter.

Han Tianyun stared at a pair of eyes, and after looking at the room four hundred and ninety-eight times, he finally heard their conversation.

"Phew, old bald donkey!"

I saw that the Taoist threw all the chess pieces in his hand on the chessboard, picked the wine gourd from his waist, took a sip of it, and scolded the old monk sitting in the shadow behind the door angrily.

"Come back next year and maybe win. ”

The old monk sitting in the shadows, his voice was very hoarse, and he replied slowly.

"I've come thousands of miles in vain, and I won't let me win a game, stingy!" Lao Dao hung the wine gourd back on his waist, patted his ass and stood up, and walked towards the door.

"Don't send it!" The old monk in the shadow cherished the words like gold, and when the old man stepped out of the door, he squeaked and closed the door again.

The room became darker.

Han Tianyun looked at all this in a daze, and his heart was full of countless doubts.

He wanted to ask the old monk who was sitting in the shadows and seemed to be in a state of order, what was going on with all this?

It's a pity that he is now unconscious of other organs in his body except for his eyes.

I think it was the terrible damage caused by the terrifying arrow of the demon tree.

So now he was very embarrassed, so he could only stare and wait for the old monk to come over and answer all his doubts for him.

But the old monk sat at the table, as if he had settled down.

Han Tianyun could only desperately think about what happened after he was tied to the trunk of the demon tree and shot out by the giant bow.

But apart from a white light, there was no memory of that terrifying arrow in his mind.

At last he could only stare at the low bungalow again and look at it again three hundred and fifty-six times.

Finally, the low door creaked open.

A handyman who delivered rice threw a bowl of rice and three plates of vegetarian dishes on the table, turned around quickly, and was about to leave.

"Little brother, I'll send two meals tomorrow. The old monk suddenly commanded.

"Cut! No. The handyman sneered, took the food box and exited the door, and quickly left.

The old monk sighed and slowly closed the door again.

There was absolute silence in the room again.

After a while, Han Tianyun heard the sound of the old monk squirming and eating, like a mouse stealing food.

"It's not good to eat alone!" Han Tianyun couldn't help muttering in his heart.

Although he can't feel the area below his neck at all, he thinks that if he wants to recover, he probably won't be able to eat without eating.

But the old monk seemed to have completely forgotten his existence, and only ate there by himself, and in a short time he had filled his stomach with all the food, and burped quite contentedly.

Han Tianyun had a feeling of anger.

Although it is not known where this anger comes from.

Finally, the old monk slowly got up and walked towards him with a plate of leftover juice from a vegetarian dish.

Then, without asking for his opinion, she poured all the juice from the plate into his mouth.

Han Tianyun felt humiliated.

At this time, if he can stand up, he must beat the old monk violently.

Of course, you will never eat the leftover juice from this plate.

It's a pity that he can't do anything, and can only bear the humiliation of the old monk in front of his eyes.

The old monk's face was unwavering, and he turned a blind eye to the anger that flashed in Han Tianyun's eyes.

It's just that the two clusters of white thick eyebrows frowned slightly, connecting into a straight line.

It seems that Han Tianyun's current physical condition is not optimistic.

The monk's robe on his body was greasy and greasy, as if it had not been washed for several years, and there was an unpleasant smell of sweat coming to his nose, making Han Tianyun want to cover his mouth and nose, but he couldn't move.

After the old monk fed him the vegetable juice, he didn't talk to him, sat back at the table, closed his eyes slightly, and went to settle down again.

The room fell into deathly silence again.

Han Tianyun watched as the light leaking through the gap in the door was getting darker and darker, and it was obviously dark.

The already gloomy room was plunged into absolute darkness.

The old monk who had settled down didn't even make a sound of breathing, like a sculpture.

Han Tianyun felt extremely strange in his heart, but he had no choice but to wait.

Then three days passed, and the old monk did not say anything other than to tell the handyman who delivered the meal to deliver two meals when he came.

Except for pouring the residual juice from the plate into the mouth of Han Tianyun, he didn't even stand up.

He was like a piece of dead wood, sitting on a futon behind a small table, without any life.

Cold clouds are almost crazy.

He wasn't a jumper.

The character can be said to be slightly dull.

But such a Godot-like wait made him restless and confused.

You must know that his heart is not stable at the moment, and it is even full of endless questions.

For example, did the demon tree finally break through the big array on the horizon?

Xiaohua was ejected by the Lock Spirit Tower for 100 meters, was she injured?

The nurse is in the hollow of the tree, has she been affected?

Also, what the hell is this place?

Why are you lying here like a dead fish?

These questions are like ants that drill into the heart, constantly gnawing at his restless heart.

However, there was no one to answer his confusion.

No one even said a word to him.

This is really tormenting to the extreme.

Fortunately, at noon on the fourth day, it was all over.

A scorched teenager staggered open the old door and walked inside.

The young man was bruised, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and there were bursts of green smoke rising from his body, and his steps were limping, and his appearance was a little miserable.

After entering the door, he squinted and swept into the room, and immediately found the cold clouds on the bed, and couldn't help but move this way.

Han Tianyun's heart couldn't help but get excited.

Someone is finally here!

It's suffocating my brother.

"Wow, you kid, this hurt ......" The young man stopped in front of the bed, looked at the cold sky cloud on the bed, and shouted in disbelief.

"In order to quench the body successfully, you ...... It's too hard, isn't it?"

He came closer again, looking at the cold clouds covered in blood, lying on the bed and unable to even move his fingers, he couldn't help but scream.

Han Tianyun listened to his slightly flamboyant voice, and felt very kind.

At the moment, he was busy rolling his eyes, wanting to have some communication with the boy.

"Wow! It can't even speak, only the eyeballs can move, right?"

The young man noticed his gaze, and couldn't help but pat Han Tianyun's cheek with his hand in even more surprise, and after finding that he really had no power to resist, he couldn't help but stroke his forehead, looking distressed.

"Alas, young man, it is wrong for you not to value your life like this. ”

"Although you may be poor, if you don't succeed in quenching your body, you are destined to go back and move bricks. But is there only one way to quench one's body in life?"

He paused, and said with another splash of spittle: "Actually, there are too many joys in life, such as the seafood of Xianling Island, that taste...... Tsk!"

"Huh, why do you look at me like that? Oh, yes, you're so poor, how do you know this kind of overseas stuff!"

"I'll tell you! The other day, the one I saw in Cuiyue Tower is so good! it's beautiful....."

"Well, why are you looking at me so strangely? yes, I don't understand! I really don't have a common topic to talk to a poor man. ”

A trace of impatience flashed on the young man's face, and he said: "In short, what my brother wants to tell you is that there are many beautiful things in the world, don't think about it because of the failure to quench your body." ”。

"Isn't it good to see brother now?" He turned around in front of the cold cloud bed, with a strong scorch, green smoke rising from his body, but his face showed a righteous and awe-inspiring expression.

It looks very funny.