The hollow valley is quiet and isolated.

Drifting down the valley river, I don't know how far it drifted, the rugged mountains on both sides of the river gradually flattened, replaced by patches of peach trees, in the winter the branches and leaves fall, snowflakes pressed on the branches, just like the valley full of pear blossoms.

Xu Buling lay on the water with his eyes closed, suppressed the qi and blood that turned over the river and the sea in his chest and abdomen, and only after his body recovered his stability did he stop by the stream, stand up from the water, and raise his eyes to look around.

Surrounded by mountains, there is no winter wind, only snow falling silently, and it is dark and silent as far as the eye can see, and there is no light in sight, and there is no way out. Looking at the traces by the river, I am afraid that no one has come to this deep mountain and old forest for hundreds of years.

Xu Buling glanced left and right a few times, but there was no reference, and he couldn't tell the difference between the southeast and the northwest. At this time, it was a little stable, and the burning stinging pain on his arm came up, and he rolled up his sleeves and looked at it, the black green had recovered, but it was still a little swollen, and it was estimated that it would not disappear in a few days. The body is overloaded with exercise, and under the pressure of hunger and cold, I can obviously feel that my body is weak and a little dizzy.

The last time I suffered a loss on Bodhi Island, Xu Buling was not afraid of starving to death in this ice and snow, so he took out the emergency rations wrapped in oilcloth from behind his belt, and ate a few bites with the help of cold river water, but it was really a little difficult to swallow.

"Whew-"

Xu Buling sat by the river, and after slightly replenishing his physical strength, he exhaled softly. The robe on his body was already soaked, and he slept in this cold and snowy place, and he would surely freeze into a frozen corpse tomorrow morning, so he stood up at the moment, took off his robe, pulled some dry grass from under the snow, and tied it together with strips of cloth and put it on his back and chest, barely resisting the cold.

After finishing this, Xu Buling took a long knife in his hand, cut through the dead branches and rotten trees that stood in the way, and walked to the edge of the valley to see if he could find an exit, or find a slightly warmer place to spend the night.

There seemed to be no living creatures in the valley, and the ground was covered with thick fallen leaves and snow, so in order to prevent stepping on the objects in the pits and traps, he was not allowed to stab with knives while walking. After walking for about half an hour, the sound of the river behind me disappeared, and we came to a relatively sparse forest.

"Wang-Wang-"

When Xu Buling was seriously groping for the road, it may be that the movement of the long knife chopping the trees was too loud, and suddenly there was a dog barking in the distance, which was obvious in the lonely snowy night, and even had a slight echo.

Xu Buling thought it was the hunting dog of the wolf guard at first, and immediately lowered his body to listen to the surroundings, but there was no sound of people walking around, but there was the sound of the wooden door opening and closing.

Are there any residents in this place?

Xu Buling was a little puzzled, but in the deep mountains of this world, it is too common to live in a few families, most of them fled into the mountains to take refuge in the war in front of Jiazi, and they never asked about the world, although they are not as exaggerated as the Peach Blossom Spring, but it is normal to not walk around outside for many years, and it is about the meaning of 'the voice of chickens and dogs smell each other, and the old and die do not get along'.

After hearing the barking of the dog, Xu Buling followed the sound and walked over there, paying attention to the movement along the way to avoid being ambushed.

After a short walk, the dense forest opened up a little, and the ground was relatively flat, but it was still full of peach trees, and the trees were very small, some of which were just small saplings. Xu Buling took a closer look, the trees were neatly arranged and evenly spaced, obviously planted by hand, and a few small vegetable patches could be seen further inside.

"Anyone?!"

Xu Buling was afraid of frightening the local natives, so he opened his mouth and shouted, but there was no response in the night, but the dog just now, very fiercely, pounced from the shadows, and bit Xu Buling's arm with a 'whoosh'.

Bring about one's own destruction!

Xu Buling raised his hand casually and hit the dog's head with the back of the knife, and the black and shiny puppy didn't even snort, and went straight down.

The winter night was freezing cold, Xu Buling shivered from the cold, looked down a few times, the little black dog was quite clean, so he held the warm dog in his arms to keep warm, continued to go deeper, walked a distance of about fifty steps, and arrived in front of a fence.

There are three small houses in the fence, the decoration is quite elegant, there is a deck chair under the melon trellis in the courtyard, several rows of flower pots are neatly placed next to the fence, there is a relatively large tree next to the house, and there are stone mills and other objects below.

"Fellow? Anyone? ”

Xu Buling heard the movement of opening and closing the door, knew that there must be someone nearby, waited for a moment and saw that there was no response, and the cold was really uncomfortable, so he stepped into the courtyard dam, listened in front of the main house, and there was no movement, and walked to the window of the side room to listen.

There was a faint sound of breathing in the side room, and from the angle, it should be underground.

Most of the small farm yards in this world have cellars to store grain and vegetables in peacetime and avoid bandits and soldiers in times of war. Depending on the situation, he is regarded as a bandit.

Xu Buling didn't break in when he saw this, but just said politely outside the window: "Fellow, I'll stay here for one night, and I'll leave tomorrow morning, I'll pay the silver, it's really annoying." ”

There was still no response from the house.

Seeing this, Xu Buling didn't say more, hugged the warm little black dog, and came to the opposite side of the side house.

Opposite is the kitchen, with no door, and next to it is a small wooden kennel, relatively basic, with some hay in it.

Xu Buling put down the little black dog, entered the kitchen, came to the earthen stove, touched the fire fold placed on the stove, threw the hay and firewood piled next to it into the stove hole, and after lighting it, the kitchen suddenly brightened a little.

The kitchen is not big, it is very neatly tied, the water tank and bucket are placed at the door, and inside is a wooden table, on which are placed clay pots of firewood, rice, oil and salt, and a small cutting board is leaning against the window, and a few dried fish are hung in the window. There are not many things in the cupboard on the wall, only a wooden plate, a wooden bowl and a pair of chopsticks, stacked on top of each other, and there are several small wine jars next to them, everything is neat and tidy, not even a little dust.

Xu Buling walked up to him and looked at it a few times, and it could be seen that he lived alone, judging from the size of the bowl, the amount of food was not large, and he was estimated to be a very frugal and clean old lady. He picked up the wine jar next to him, opened the stopper and smelled it, it should be his own wine, and it didn't taste very good.

Because the body heat loss is too serious, Xu Buling drank all the wine in the wine jar with the intention of paying the silver tomorrow.

The bitter wine entered his throat, his body warmed up a little, and the hunger in his stomach came up.

Xu Buling looked left and right, and he was about to freeze to death from hunger and cold, and he was not too polite. A few spoonfuls of rice were taken from the millet jar, washed for rice, boiled on a small stove, and then prepared some dishes.

There are no vegetables at all in winter, and the most nourishing thing is stewed dog meat, especially black dogs.

Xu Buling looked at the little black dog who had passed out at the door, licked his lips, and finally was embarrassed to eat the door god of others, so he took a few salted fish from the window, and took out the pickled sauerkraut from the jar next to the stove, and made the sauerkraut fish in the cauldron.

Xu Buling's cooking skills are not good, and he was disliked by Aunt Lu, but he definitely can't eat dead people.

About half an hour later, a pot of steaming fish soup is cooked, and it is estimated that it can be eaten, but the color is a bit like looking up at the starry sky.

Xu Buling blinked his eyes, secretly recited the sentence 'The big husband is not informal', then took the bowl and chopsticks, filled the fish soup with this white rice, and sat on the small wooden bench behind the earthen stove to eat.

People are hungry and anxious, everything they eat is fragrant, not to mention this kind of freezing weather, it feels really good after entering it.

Although Xu Buling is not fat, he is an inhuman with a strong physique, and to support such a large consumption, the amount of food must be amazing. A large pot of rice and a pot full of fish soup will leave you with not a single drop left.

The hot soup and the bonfire made the body sweat a little bit, and the soreness on the body immediately subsided a lot.

Xu Buling put his robe next to the earthen stove to bake, put the sword in his hand, and then pillowed on the firewood, closed his eyes, and gradually fell asleep......