I had planned to kill some raw meat for myself, but I wandered around the mountains for a long time, but I still didn't see half a living thing.

In desperation, I had no choice but to follow the advice of the evil lama and pick some wild fruits.

There are two most common wild fruits in this mountain, one is about the size of an apple, oval, orange-yellow throughout, and the skin is quite thin, so you should be able to bite and eat it directly.

The second wild fruit is similar to grapes, but the color is green, and I don't feel ripe, so I didn't pick it.

At that time, I was still quite smart, and I knew that it was very difficult for my stomach to be full, like that kind of apple-sized fruit, I didn't think I would be full if I ate a pound, so

"Damn, this mountain is vegetarian enough, and you won't even give me a chance to open meat."

Like a monkey, I found a thicker branch, climbed up and hugged it, and while eating the fruit, I half lay on the branch, which is called a chic.

The taste of these fruits is good, the flesh is very sweet, a bit like the taste of cantaloupe, and it is very enjoyable to eat.

But the reality is still so cruel.

As I expected, when the living are extremely hungry, the more they eat this sweet and sour thing, the hungrier they feel.

After about half an hour, by the time I felt a little full, two catties of pulp had already fallen into my stomach.

When I went back, I also deliberately packed some fruits on my back, planning to use them to satisfy my hunger on the way.

This thing is like a snack to me, anyway, I don't need money, and it's not appropriate to take some and take it away.

When I went back the way I came, somehow, I felt a very uncomfortable feeling.

How can I say that?

That kind of unhappiness is equivalent to my front foot going to the big health care, and the back foot was reported to the police station for arrest.

You can think about it, how terrible that kind of unhappiness is, it is basically equivalent to the impulse that must be had before killing, and you want to take out a knife and stab it, right? ? How could I feel this way?!!

"Fuck, it looks like I'm really tired, and I have the desire to stab people when I walk, is this developing towards mental illness?"

As I muttered this, I had already walked outside the cave where the evil lama lived.

The cave was quiet, as it had been when I first left here, except for the sound of the evil lama plucking the beads.

Standing at the entrance of the cave, I lit a cigarette and took a few puffs.

Maybe it was my delusion, but at that time, I felt a little reluctant to go in.

Just as I was smoking a cigarette and hesitating whether to go in, the evil lama suddenly shouted at me from inside.

"Come in when you come back, isn't it cold to stand outside in the wind?"

Hearing this, I subconsciously turned my head and glanced at the sky.

As the evil lama said, it's a bit cold outside right now.

Not long ago, this area was a sunny and cloudless scene, but just ten minutes ago, the sky was crowded with dark clouds without warning.

Black clouds cover the sun, the wind is strong, and looking at this appearance, it should not be far from the rainstorm.

Seeing that the wind was getting stronger and stronger in the mountains, I didn't ink anymore, so I hurriedly smoked two puffs of cigarettes, snuffed out the cigarette butts, threw them on the ground, stepped on them, and carried the bag into the cave.

Entering along the walkway, the first thing I saw was the bronze oil lamp hanging from the roof of the cave.

The light it emits is still so warm, and it seems to calm people's hearts at a glance.

But when I saw the grandson sitting in the cave by the light of the fire, I couldn't calm down.

"!! Why the are you here?!! My eyes widened, and I raised my hand tremblingly and pointed at him: "Why are you here?!! ”

As soon as this grandson saw me, he grinned, held a cigarette between his fingers, leaned against the edge of the stone wall, and shook Erlang's legs.

"Can't I come?" He asked me, "If Lao Tzu doesn't come to pick you up, are you going to live here for the rest of your life?" ”

When I heard this, I trembled with anger, trembled and pointed to his nose and asked him, "You have to speak with your conscience!" It's not because of you that I've been half-dead?!! ”

This sudden grandson is none other than Fang Shiliang, who threw me into the primeval forest and went on vacation.

Before entering the forest to practice, this grandson told me that as long as I disappeared, he would be completely relaxed, which was completely equivalent to a vacation.

There is no need to bother to bring about the next generation, there is no need to think about this and that, I am so happy to drink wine and eat meat every day.

Yes, he's happy, but I'm fucking dead in the last nearly a month!!

"You kid is unreasonable, what do you mean I have no conscience? I think you don't have a conscience, right? ”

Fang Shiliang said with a smile, shaking Erlang's legs, and said to me: "Now that you have completely controlled the mountains and rivers, you can be regarded as half of the division, you can't thank me?" ”

"Of course I thank you."

I gritted my teeth and walked over with my bag on my back, standing in front of Fang Shiliang, looking at this grandson with fierce eyes.

"Yo, how are you going to thank me?" Fang Shiliang seemed to feel something, raised his head, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at me with a strange expression: "Try your hand with me?" ”

At this time, the evil lama also turned his head, gently played with the Buddhist beads in his hand, looked at us with complicated eyes, and said, "We want to fight out." ”

Fang Shiliang snorted, waved his hand impatiently, and motioned for the evil lama not to squeak, he was measured.

"You're not going to fight?" Fang Shiliang saw that I didn't make any moves, so he muttered a few words: "Are you stupid?" You kid can't beat me if you don't fight, and you can't beat me if you get up! ”

I looked at Fang Shiliang motionlessly, and my mental activity was slightly complicated.

Although I was quite miserable by him and I was quite angry with myself, I have to say that he did all this for my good.

If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be where I am now.

Although I folded the number of years of life.

Although I have lived a better life than death during this time.

though!

"Hiss"

"Boom !!!"

As I bit the tip of my tongue, the first evil sound exploded, followed by the second whistle.

Streams of black mist, visible to the naked eye, rose from under my feet, coiled around my calves, and quickly spread to the rest of my body.

I stood in place, without the slightest movement of attacking Fang Shiliang, and just looked at him.

"It seems that the results of your cultivation during this period of time are good, compared to the day when I first planted the seed, it is a earth-shaking change."

Fang Shiliang nodded with a relieved face, put his hand into his trouser pocket, fumbled for a while, and then took out a small bronze mirror and handed it to me.

I didn't speak, but took the bronze mirror and took it for a look.

At this time, in the mirror, my eyes were covered with white mist, and the rest of the place was covered with a dense black mist.

This layer of white fog covering my eyes has a very gentle soft light, which is very comfortable to watch.

Strange to say, although my eyes were covered with these fogs, my vision was not affected in any way, and I saw things clearly as usual.

"Before that, when you set up a physical formation and ran the mountains and rivers, your body would only be covered by black mist, including your eyes." Fang Shiliang said, shook off the cigarette ash, and looked at me with a smile: "But now your eyes have been covered by white mist, do you know what this means?" ”

I shook my head.

Fang Shiliang took a puff of cigarette and said word by word: "The mind is with you, the spiritual platform is empty, this is what it should look like to control the mountains and rivers." ”

I accosted him, walked over with my bag on my back, sat down beside him, and then lit a cigarette myself, smoking slowly.

"What are you doing?" Fang Shiliang didn't react a little, and looked at me with a puzzled face: "You kid won't want to sneak attack me, right?" I'm not afraid! ”

I smoked without saying a word, not saying a word.

Then, Fang Shiliang didn't speak again, turned his head away, and smoked a cigarette in a daze.

The evil lama seemed to know what was going on, and without looking back, he shook the beads and laughed twice.

In this eerie atmosphere, five minutes passed quickly.

When the mist that covered my body gradually dissipated until it disappeared, Fang Shiliang spoke.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Fang Shiliang asked me with a frown.

I grinned, reached into my backpack, took a freshly picked wild fruit and handed it to him.

After taking the wild fruit, Fang Shiliang looked a little confused.

I didn't explain it to him, so I took a new fruit out, put it to my mouth, and took a bite.

"Thank you."

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