The string of vigilance cannot be relaxed at all times, no one will be favored by God all the time, and Mu San is the same, but the tempering of life and death is the fastest way to grow...

He was gasping for breath at the moment, once again experiencing the danger of the mountains and forests, he did not dare to be careless, he must always be vigilant, otherwise he may lose his life at any time.

This is the case in the mountains and forests, but what about the world?

If the mountain spider just now is a more flexible beast, then how do you deal with it?

Mu San is very good at summing up combat experience, especially this kind of choice between life and death is very important, he doesn't believe that he can rely on luck to dodge every time, only his own strength is the most trustworthy.

"Bless the Golden Crow God."

He struggled to get up, retrieved his knife and arrows, wiped them clean, and with great effort cut the cobwebs covering his legs, which were extremely tough and viscous, and could be used as a backup to put them away.

Glancing at the mountain spider that fell to the ground again, this mountain spider is huge, it shouldn't be poisonous, the creator god is fair to all things, and will always give you a kind of strength, of course, except for the darling, Mu San thinks that he can't be.

Finding nothing else to use, he slowly walked towards the lake, watching and listening to all directions, always ready.

Fortunately, he did not test him all the time, and when he walked to the lake, the lake water was clear and transparent, the fish were wandering, and the strange rocks on the shore on both sides were craggy and shaped, and the beautiful birds and insects chirped one after another, and the ears were endless.

The waterfall falls from the high cliff with thousands of feet, as if flying from nine days, the fog is bright from afar, it is beautiful, the rain in the sky is getting smaller, there are only sporadic trickling, it is to stir up the mist to diffuse, and add three points of hazy beauty to this beautiful fairyland.

Seeing the steepness of the surrounding mountains, Ki Sanyi did not find a direct road to the outside of the valley, and it seemed that he could only continue to move forward by swimming to the other side of the lake and climbing to the top of the cliff.

He calmed down, temporarily withdrew his mind to enjoy the scenery, his spirit did not dare to relax, carefully observed the water surface, afraid that there would be unpredictable monsters in the water again, and the seemingly calm lake surface might also be killed in the next moment.

The school of carp wandering in the water, each fat and fat, wandering happily, he swallowed his saliva unconsciously, and suddenly felt hungry.

At this time, a fat and fat red squid (ru) appeared in the field of vision, only to see it open its big mouth, the voice chirped like a child, looking at Mu San on the shore, not afraid, the big tail flicked, and flexibly rushed towards the school of carp, startling the fish to scatter, and the lake suddenly rippled.

Mu San couldn't help but smile, the big fish eat the small fish, the small fish can only escape, he also wants a piece of the pie, picked up a boulder, and smashed it towards the group of carp, "poof", a few carp floated up with a white belly, Mu San's sleeves were pulled, and people were going to go down to the lake to catch fish.

Suddenly, a huge whirlpool appeared in the center of the lake, like a whale sucking water, and like a subsidence, the whole surface of the lake was sunken into a large area, and the lake gradually became turbid.

The red squid was so frightened that it immediately sank to the bottom of the lake, disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the school of carp swam desperately to the shore.

Some of them have already jumped out of the water, but unfortunately they are not as good as birds, so they can only struggle in the air and fall back into the water.

Seeing that the tail of the carp was close at hand, Mu San had already put away his thoughts about catching fish, his expression was tense, and he made a posture of vigilance.

What is there in the water that so many fish are fleeing?

Looking at this posture, it must not be a mortal thing, so let's hide first.

He was just trying to find a boulder to hide, but he realized that this thing was coming at him, an alien invader.

The center of the vortex shot out two tentacle-like slender objects, each the thickness of an arm, covered with scales, slippery, and with a slender hook spine at the front end, which looked like it was highly poisonous, and swept straight towards Mu San's body.

He only had time to put the short knife upright, the blade standing in front of him, his legs firmly planted in the horse's step, and before his posture was steady, he was rolled up to the waist.

With a "bell", the tail hook stab was hitting the knife body, and his hands were numb from the shock, but fortunately, the knife body blocked the hook and stabbed him, so he was not stabbed into the body.

Mu San's legs secretly exerted his strength to prevent being dragged into the water, taking precautions in advance does not mean that he must be able to guard against them, and the tentacles slammed into the water, the force was beyond his imagination, and he was suddenly taken up by the volley, and quickly flew towards the center of the lake.

Mu San understands that if he is pulled into the water, he will be powerless in the water, and he can only be slaughtered by others, and only by breaking free from his tentacles before entering the water can he have a glimmer of life.

At the last moment, he used all his strength to pull down the short knife in front of him, trying to cut the tentacles to break free, but unfortunately he was in mid-air, his strength was already much weaker, and the tentacles were slippery and very tough, and the scales were not injured, let alone cut off.

The ideal is very beautiful, the reality is very cruel, or his own strength is not enough, Mu San has been deeply aware of this, and it is too late to regret it.

One wrong step, one wrong step, because he pulled out the short knife, there was no support in front of him, the tentacles tightened violently, and the hook spur at the end of the tail rose again, and the tip was about to pierce his chest.

Mu San was shocked, looking at the hook spur that was longer than his short knife, the strength of this piercing could pierce his body and leak out most of it,

It's over, and today's little master's life is going to be lost here.

In an instant, Mu San thought of his parents, as well as the gentle and lovely little sister in the clan, etc., he still had a lot of years, and his heart was full of unwillingness.

In the distance, a melodious flute suddenly sounded, reverberating continuously, like a wisp, like a green luan.

It is like a graceful and light dance of clouds, tactful and ethereal, this is the sound that a fairyland on earth should have.

Mu San heard the sound of the flute, his spirit was lifted, and before he could react, the tentacles wrapped around his body were instantly withdrawn.

Was it saved by this unknown thing?

"Poof", he has fallen into the lake, how to describe the posture of falling into the water, at this time the place where he fell into the water is only a few zhang away from the whirlpool in the center of the lake.

This time it was really one foot in the ghost gate and escaped death. Due to the suddenness of the incident, Mu San fell into the lake and drank several large mouthfuls of water, and his body sank rapidly.

Although the lake is clear, but you can't see the bottom at a glance, you have to have dozens of hundreds of feet deep to think about it, and you want to play these really have to finish, hurry up and get out of the water first, he held his breath, pressed down with both hands, stopped the sinking momentum, and then kicked his legs hard, and people instantly rushed to the water like a fish, just showed his head and took a big breath, feeling that the air was much fresher than usual.

By this time, the whirlpool had gradually disappeared, and the turbid surface of the lake had slowly returned to calm.

Mu San floated on the surface of the lake, spat and choked on the water, and then raised his head and followed the sound of the flute.

The melodious sound of the flute and the beautiful scenery make it seem as if nothing has ever happened before, like a dream.

But seeing two figures, one tall and one short, standing on a bluestone plateau under the waterfall opposite, the sound of the flute should have come from one of them.

Due to the distance, he couldn't see the appearance of the two clearly, this was the first time Mu San had seen a human since he entered the mountain, and it must have been the other party who saved him, this kind of flute sound can control the monster in the lake, and the two of them must not be mortals.

The feeling of rebirth after the catastrophe, he was inevitably excited, waved his hand at the other party excitedly, and then desperately swam to the other side, for fear that the unknown monster would emerge again.

The lake is about 100 zhang wide, and it looks quite close, but when he swims to the other side of the lake, Mu San is almost exhausted.

The village chief once taught him: When you receive a favor from others, you should repay it with a spring, not to mention the grace of saving your life.

I have to hurry over and thank my life-saving benefactor.

Climbing ashore, he didn't care about sorting out some scattered hair towels, and quickly ran towards the bluestone, the sound of the flute stopped abruptly, Mu San looked up at each other while walking, and there was an old man and a young girl standing on the bluestone.

The old man was dressed in green clothes, dressed as a layman, his hair and beard were white, I don't know whether he was wet by the waterfall or the rain, he was tightly attached to his body, and a long sword was put into the sheath on his back, which looked like a fairy wind bone.

The woman was twenty-eight years old, delicate and lovely, with teeth like shellfish, a light body, holding a long bamboo flute in her hand, and a pair of bright big eyes were looking at him curiously.

The old man was also looking up and down at the young man who had already walked in front of him at this time, and saw him standing three steps in front of the bluestone, pressing his right hand with his left hand, and leaning over:

"Thank you two for saving your life, I am grateful, but if you have any sending, you will not hesitate."

The old man usually pays attention to etiquette, and he also has more appreciation for Mu San, not arrogant or arrogant, and young people are not common now, so he nodded,

"You little man, you are so bold, why did you run into this deep mountain and forest by yourself?"

"Some of the people in the clan have been trapped in the mountains for several days and have disappeared, and the boy has come to the mountains to find the tribesmen."

The girl opened her mouth and said urgently:

"You kid, at a young age, your tone is not small,"

"You dare to go into the mountains alone?"

"Do you know how big this mountain is? How fierce are the beasts? ”

Of course, Lin San had already seen it, but he couldn't say it clearly, so he hurriedly leaned over again:

"What the girl said is that the boy is reckless."

"Uh..."

The girl was speechless for a while, and it was not easy to question again.

"What's your name? Which junior? ”

Mu San replied respectfully:

"Back to the old man, the kid is from the Lin village, and the elders in the clan call me San'er, and the old man can call me San'er."

"Mu San, it's not early, you hurry down the mountain,"

After speaking, he turned around with the girl and wanted to leave, Mu San saw that the two were about to leave, remember to scratch his ears and cheeks and touch his nose.

"Uncle, please stay, the kid went into the mountain to find Brother Lin Wei, how can he give up halfway now?"

The girl hadn't left yet, and when she heard what Lin San said, she was suddenly a little displeased.

"The boy is good, but he can't help himself."

"Did you know that you almost became the food of the spirit of the lake? If it weren't for me and my grandfather passing by today, how would you have the life to find your people? ”

The old man also turned around,

"Xiao Lang doesn't need to say anything more, let's go down the mountain quickly."

"No, I won't go down the mountain until I find my clansmen,"

Lin San was emotional, and his stubborn temper came up, and no one could persuade him.

"Thank you two for the rescue today, please tell me your name, he will repay the grace of saving his life one day."

"Who wants you to repay, I don't know if you can save your life,"

The girl was already a little angry, obviously for his good, this kid didn't appreciate it, he knew that he wouldn't save him, and he fed the lake spirit just right...

"Yu'er, don't be rude."

A majestic voice came, and Mu San seemed to be under invisible pressure, unable to open his mouth anymore.