After Yi Chun climbed up, he didn't care about the rest of the little Taoist.

Although there are iron cables on the cliff, it is cold and biting.

It is the dead of winter, and grasping the iron cable to climb is not only a test of physical strength, but also a great sharpening of will.

The most important thing is that Yi Chun can vaguely perceive some distant gaze.

Maybe it's an old man, or maybe it's someone else.

However, with them watching, even if the little Taoist Yu Xing is ready to make a fool of climbing the mountain, he is not afraid of something.

When Yi Chun was at the top of the mountain, those eyes that paid attention to him disappeared.

Normally, these gazes would only appear in areas where Yi Chun was in large numbers.

Today's words are probably because of the little Taoist priest Yu Xing......

Yi Chun took out the magic book of the changes made by the leaves of the Tree of Knowledge from his item backpack.

In a sense, the leaves of this Tree of Knowledge were the most valuable of the many magical items he had harvested in the early days.

Although, it doesn't instantly improve Yi Chun's combat ability.

But in terms of filling Yichun's knowledge base and laying a solid foundation, it has an unparalleled miraculous effect.

Today's first magic book is the most common miscellaneous.

This kind of thing, Yi Chun can be regarded as the most seen.

Its quality is uneven, some can make Yi Chun understand the cultural and professional power of foreign countries, and some can only look at the author blowing in it.

Overall, however, it has at least broadened horizons.

Just looking at it, Yi Chun suddenly thought, wouldn't it be great if he could get a tree of knowledge?

A leaf from a tree of knowledge can only provide the most basic magic books.

If he could get a knowledge index, he didn't think he would be short of magic books in the future.

It's just that a wild druid who always sits at home and reads seems to have a strange painting style.

While thinking about the Tree of Knowledge, Yi Chun opened the magic book.

On the other side, the little Taoist Yu Xing felt the cold in his hand and hesitated......

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"Why is it so cold!!"

The little Taoist priest Yu Xing wanted to puff into his palm, but he didn't dare to let go.

Because, he has already climbed dozens of meters high.

Looking at the platform that had become extremely distant below, the little Taoist Yu Xing thought about it and felt that he would probably be able to settle the account directly.

As a Taoist priest who has practiced martial arts for many years, the little Taoist Yu Xing is still very good at climbing.

That's why he had the courage to climb the chains.

But for some reason, the chain was so cold and bitter.

That kind of chill, as if it wants to penetrate through the flesh and blood, directly into the bone marrow!

In a trance, the little Taoist priest Yu Xing felt that he was not holding an iron chain, but a cold ice that had been frozen for I didn't know how many years!

Vaguely, the little Taoist priest Yu Xing regretted a little.

But looking at the cliff overhead, he felt like he could!

When you're young, people tend to do things that are reckless and seem meaningless.

But many people's youth is connected by those seemingly stupid behaviors.

Maybe someone doesn't, but maybe he just hides it in the depths of his heart.

Little by little, the sun slowly sprinkled its rays on the icy cliffs.

And in the dark area beyond the gold, a small figure was squirming hard......

"Whew...... Whew......"

Heavy breathing did not bring the expected heat.

The chains that braved the biting chill seemed to freeze everything warm in an eternal chill!

In a trance, the little Taoist priest Yu Xing seemed to see someone dancing with a sword.

Who is it?

it, keep climbing!

Yu Xing, whose mind was already in a state of chaos, did not pay attention to the colorful illusions in front of him.

He climbed so hard and embarrassedly, without the chic of martial arts at all.

From time to time, mountain winds blow, and this time is the most difficult.

Because I don't know why, the wind on this mountain is unusually strong.

If the little Taoist priest Yu Xing climbs at this time, it is very risky.

He had tried it before and was almost blown over.

Fortunately, he grabbed the chain tightly, which made him break out in a cold sweat.

After all, if you fall at this height - and there is a corpse, it is considered lucky.

If you are climbing, there is always a gap for your hand to breathe.

Although his hands were frozen and stiff, they did not get better after leaving the chains.

But at that time, the little Taoist Yu Xing was the only one who could get a respite during the climbing.

And when the little Taoist priest stopped his rest of his life, the body that switched from movement to stillness required more physical strength.

The chains on his hands, the chill continued to worsen with the passage of time.

Even, let the little Taoist Yu Xing feel like he was holding a burning red iron rod!

At this time, the little Taoist priest Yu Xing didn't think about how he would get down, or what would happen if his physical strength couldn't hold on to climb up.

Now, he's just thinking about climbing, climbing up!

The pain like a scorching one spread in the palm of the little Taoist priest Yu Xing! His forehead was covered with clammy sweat, and pain and remorse began to stir in his heart.

But this feeling made the little Taoist Yu Xing feel inexplicably familiar.

He seems to have experienced this similar feeling a long time ago......

In a trance, the little Taoist priest Yu Xing seemed to remember the scene when he was practicing meditation for the first time.

That chaotic and uncontrollable mind would always turn into indescribable hideousness and horror after he closed his eyes.

Those turbid, distorted darkness are the condensation of chaotic consciousness in people's hearts.

And as the practitioner's practice continues to deepen and develop, they are stirred up by the fact that they were originally immersed in the depths of consciousness.

As a result, they began to form countless colorful illusions in the minds of the practitioners.

The ancestors called it "inner demons"!

But I'm just climbing a mountain, huh?

A trace of light doubt appeared in the heart of the little Taoist priest Yu Xing.

But soon, he sank in the chill of the chains......

And at this time, the mountain wind finally stopped.

As if a switch had been triggered, the little Taoist priest Yu Xing climbed slowly but firmly towards it again.

From time to time, he heard someone calling for him.

Is it a master, or a senior brother?

But isn't my brother a cat?

And with the emergence of this idea, the little Taoist priest Yu Xing heard the terrible cat meow again.

The cry seemed to be filled with anxious and urgent emotions.

The corners of the little Taoist Yu Xing's mouth slightly raised a disdainful arc, and at this time he seemed to be awake again.

Don't be stupid, senior brother won't call it that......

I didn't even see any emotion in its eyes other than disdain and doubt......

On the other side, the old Taoist watched everything silently.

"This kid climbed up......"

The Taoist next to him said with emotion.

"If you climb up, you will climb up, and in the future, let him climb up and bring food to his senior brother."

The old Taoist said without any mood fluctuations.

Then, after thinking about it, the old Taoist said:

"Don't give him the sword first, wait for him to climb a hundred sunrises and sunsets, and then fish out a moon and come out."

"When the time comes, let him take the cat down the mountain......"