The stone looked up at the faint light, which seemed to twist into a thick rope and slowly descended and hung above his head.

He was ecstatic and reached out to try to grab it, but he threw himself into the air, leaving nothing in his hands and sticky mud stuck to his fingernails.

He hung his head in despair, no longer expecting miracles from above, and began to spin in the hole.

After two turns, the stone found a large hard boulder exposed behind a piece of detached dirt.

He pushed with all his might, but the boulder did not move. He touched and pushed inch by inch along the wall, and nothing loosened. He was furious and kicked hard with his feet.

A gust of cold wind poured into the stone's body from the left side, and he shivered and hugged himself.

Although the new friend was not very friendly, Stone liked its uninvited arrival, and he remembered some of the legends of adventure that had been circulated in the market, and saw a faint hope in the silent loneliness.

He trembled and walked towards the place where the cold wind had blown in, and he saw nothing but the stone walls and the mud.

His friend had made his home in the cave and kept inviting more friends to visit, but he wouldn't tell the stone where it came from.

The stone kicked the copper rod, and he bent down to pick it up, his cuffs stirring restlessly. The stone was overjoyed, and lay on the ground and put his face up. Hanfeng slapped him a few times in anger, and he was even more excited.

Between the two gray-black stones, there was a gap obscured by dead branches. The stone removed the dead branches, and the light came in, and although it was faint, it shone like a flame in the eyes of the stone.

The stone tried to push away the stones near the gap, but they were as stubbornly immovable as the large stone he had just pushed.

He shouted through the gap, "Is there anyone outside?" Come and save me! ”

Except for his own echoes, it was so silent that you could hear a heartbeat.

After many attempts, Stone finally admits that there will be no more of his kind in this isolated place.

The cold tormented him as much as it could, and it was a bone-chilling ice cellar.

As he shivered, he felt something shivering with him.

Even though the thing was pressed under his palm, it shook so violently that it was about to break free from under the stone's palm.

The stone looked down and saw a small reddish-brown snake lying there.

"Ahh The stone was so lost that it bounced off like a rubber band.

He tried to climb up with the help of the stone wall, but found that it was more difficult than climbing to the sky.

He groped for his brass rod, and it abandoned him.

He gasped for air, and the biting cold crept up his back, sore and numb, and wandered around.

"Ahh Yes! Yes! The stone frightened the little snake, albeit in vain, and put his hand on his back in fear.

The little snake slipped so fast that the stone could not touch it, so he had no choice but to strip naked, and the little snake still jumped up and down on him.

Exhausted, the stone sat down on the ground and no longer fought for life.

He was numb all over, and he had lost his sense of the little snake, and at the same time he was surprised to get a hint of relief.

"Little snake, little snake, see what you can do to me? Why do you torture me, as long as you discuss it with me, I can give you my life. Your luck is better than that of the leopard, and you are better than me, live well for me! ”

When the cold wind slipped away and the blood in the stone's body came alive again, he found that there was nothing on his back, no biting cold, and no small snakes.

He picked up his clothes blankly, and the little snake lay quietly under them.

"So you're here! Hmph, naughty than me! After the struggle to come back from the dead, the stone was no longer afraid of the little creature, and he slowly reached out and patted the little snake gently.

The little snake did not move, and the stone boldly picked it up. It's skinny and light, and it's not that smooth.

The stone lifted it up to it, and by the faint light it finally revealed its true face—a long red rope.

Shi smiled dumbly: "God sent me a rope, presumably to let me hang myself." Well, I can't live up to God's good intentions either. ”

He picked up the rope, although it was thin, but he found that it was much stronger than ordinary hemp rope: "Are you afraid that the rope will break, and it won't kill me?" The roots are so strong! ”

He looked up for a suitable place, so absorbed that he forgot about the hunger in his belly, and finally found a protruding stone half a man above his head.

The stone jumped up and threw the rope in his hand onto the stone, and after several efforts, after some efforts, there was finally a deviation, and the rope refused to be put up.

"It's so hard to even die, God has to torture me!" He was throbbing with rage, and in the midst of the raging storm that broke out at the bottom of the cave, he finally believed that something was harder to do than die.

"Click" a piece of land on top of the stone's head.

A person who has experienced death will never panic again, and the stone will calmly take the piece. It is a palm-sized sheepskin with dense writing on it.

With the hope of gaining a glimmer of life, the stone looked at it for half an hour, and finally understood what was written on the skin.

It tells the stone: the name of this rope is Shennong Whip. In order to cure the diseases of his clansmen, the leader of the clan, Shennong, wanted to pick strange flowers and plants in the garden of the Emperor of Heaven. He ascended the wood from the capital to the heavenly court and chose a large handful of Yao grass. When he walked out of the garden, he met the Emperor of Heaven, who said that this little grass could not cure many people's diseases, and gave him a red divine whip.

This whip is woven from the feathers of the divine bird Jumang under the throne of the Emperor of Heaven, and has been soaked in the tears of the bird for a hundred years. Because of the mana of Jumang's resurrection and the magic of the birds' invulnerability, the red whip finally became a magic whip that knew no flowers, no grass, no poison and no solution.

Later, Shennong whipped all kinds of plants and trees with a red whip, so as to understand that various plants are poisonous and non-toxic, as well as their cold, hot, and cool properties, and then find out the cure for diseases according to these experiences, sow grains, and pass them on from generation to generation. After thousands of years, the crimson divine whip has multiplied. It can cure any kind of poison in the world, and it can also refine poison that has no cure.

"Shennong Whip!" The stone raised the Shennong whip, and Nong Qingyun's greedy eyes appeared in front of him.

"Hahaha! The Shennong whip you dreamed of is in my hands! Pity you for selling your daughter and getting nothing! ”

This whip woven from the feathers of a sacred bird is delicate and delicate, and thousands of years have not eroded its light.

It is as red as fire, as if it were the halo of the sun. It is as soft as water, like a wisp of breeze.

No masterpiece of a skilled craftsman can match it. If their works have spirituality, then Shennong's whip must have divinity.

Its divinity lies not in its glamorous appearance, but in the fact that it is a testimony to the continuity of human beings for generations.

How did the Shennong whip appear in this cave in the wilderness? The stone remembered a mark on Uncle Hai's map.

It turned out that Uncle Hai was not crazy, and the rope he drew at one end of the crooked line was the Shennong whip! He guided the stone from the place where the candle was lit all the way to the place where Shennong's whip was hiding!

How did Uncle Hai know that Shennong Whip was here? Could it be that he is also a person from Shennong Palace? What is the relationship between Uncle Hai, Nong Qingyun and Zen Master Zhiyin?

Ay! What's the use of thinking about this, in a few days he will sleep at the bottom of this dark cave with this Shennong whip, and no one will ever know that he has been here.

The out-of-reach hole grew darker, and the sun put away its mercy. Some unknown creatures challenge the dangers of the cave. The sparsely fallen rubble and mud were nowhere to be seen in mid-air.

A black curtain completely obscures out the light.

"Fuck off! What do you want to do? The stone roared.

The curtain was equally furious, and it began to fall, swooping down on the stones, with an unstoppable sound and a sharp wind.

The stone dodged it, and a corner of the curtain hit his back, and he threw himself forward, feeling the weight of his back suffocate him, and in an instant he fell into the infinite darkness again.

In the haze when the stone had not yet fully awakened, he felt something slide on his lips, moist and cool, giving him a pleasant feeling.

He pursed his lips and opened his eyes with gratitude, a black spiky hook above his face, and a little white slime stuck to the end of the hook.

"Ahh The stone screamed, panicked and deceived, wiping the slime from his lips with one hand and pushing the hook away with the other. He rolled sideways several times until the hard stone wall blocked his retreat.

He listened with his ears pricked up, and there was no other living object in the cave except him, and he began to reproach himself: "It's just a hook, why am I afraid of being like this?" ”

As he was about to look at the hook, doubts came back to him.

"No, where did the hook come from? How does it hang on my face? Will it move? If it moves, it's not a hook, what is it exactly? ”

Distraught and tired of the constant fear, Stone finally turned decisively to face the hook.

It was a bird's beak, motionless against the ground, on the body of an eagle more than a foot long.

The eagle's body was also motionless against the ground, as if it had lost its breath of life.

"Is it trying to get away with it? Is it waiting for an opportunity? Is it hurt, so wait for me to walk in before attacking? ”

Stone secretly wondered if the eagle was not a good kind to him in his past experience.

"Hey, don't pretend to be dead, get up and fight with me if you have a kind!"

The stone stayed where he was and didn't move, he wasn't a fish that Jiang Taigong could catch, he didn't want to take the bait.

"There are only you and me in this cave, either you die or I die, what are you waiting for? Hurry up! ”

He looked up at the entrance of the cave and saw that the light was back on.

Could it be that this thing just blocked the hole? That black mass! How does it know that there is food at the bottom of the cave? Can it smell it from so far?