The group walked through the primeval forest.

The mountain dogs spread out in all directions, finding their way ahead.

Wang Teng said in a low voice: "The forest here is a little unusual, huh? ”

Li Sangyue said: "Yes, there are few such dense primeval forests in Tibetan areas. ”

Chen Erwa was a little uneasy, holding the old-fashioned shotgun tightly with both hands, walking in front and shouting at Xiao Hei and the other three mountain dogs.

Of course, Ling Feng knew that due to the altitude, most of the plateau shrubs and large areas of grasslands and snow-capped mountains grew in Tibetan areas, and there were few large areas of primeval jungles like the tropics and subtropics, so Tibet gave people a feeling of tranquility and relaxation. The altitude of the quiet forest is more than 5,000 meters, and there is such an extremely vast primeval forest at such a high altitude, and you can't sigh at the magic of nature's creation.

There is a thick layer of meadow on the ground, and there is very little standing water, and walking on it feels a little soft, like walking on a thick carpet.

The scenery in the quiet forest is beautiful, the grass and green trees are distinct, and the colors are distinct, with the unique charm of Tibet, but Ling Feng has a faint worry, and he is concentrating and calm all the way, secretly observing the movements around him.

Hearing Wang Teng's discussion, Ling Feng didn't interject, in fact, the main reason is that he has very little experience in survival in the wild, although Wang Teng and Li Sangyue are not very friendly to him, but the two of them have a lot of experience in outdoor activities, and their words and deeds reveal the caution and caution of survival in the wild, Ling Feng has been secretly observing and understanding that what he lacks is such experience.

Along the way, Ling Feng was very careful, but nothing happened.

That night, the group camped next to a plateau lake.

After setting up the tent and lighting the bonfire, Wang Teng and Li Sangyue began to make dinner, and Chen Erwa led Da Hei to patrol around the camp, squatting under a tree from time to time to be busy for a while. Ling Feng looked at it for a while and understood that Chen Erwa was setting traps, which could not only catch some small beasts, but also warn the people in the camp.

Ling Feng was very interested, so he kept watching by Chen Erwa's side.

Chen Erwa's trap is very ingenious, completely relying on the scene to adapt to local conditions, a few grass rings and a few branches are made into a small trap, the lethality is not large, but the early warning is completely sufficient. Seeing that Ling Feng was interested, Chen Erwa did not hide it, and introduced Ling Feng in detail the tricks of trap making, from the smallest hidden rope and chain set to the trap and dark well for catching tigers and leopards, to the cloud-piercing arrows with amazing lethality. Originally, Chen Erwa was only going to arrange a few small traps with early warnings, but in the end, at Ling Feng's strong request, she demonstrated all the trap and pit control methods around the camp.

By the time the two returned to camp, it was already the middle of the moon.

A layer of mist rises on the surface of the lake, and the bright moonlight reflects a faint white light on the surface of the lake. Ling Feng stood by the lake and looked at the moonlight that seemed to be close overhead, and his slightly restless heart quieted down suddenly. "Wuwei Zhenjing" is the supreme mastery of Taoism, taking the path of cultivating the mind, Ling Feng only then understood the master's painstaking efforts, it is better to read thousands of books than to travel thousands of miles, and appreciate the different scenery around the world, which is of great help to cultivate the mind. Cultivating the mind is originally an ethereal thing, cultivation can only rely on personal comprehension, the so-called one hundred people have a hundred Hamlets, everyone's understanding of the mind cultivation may be different, as long as you step into the way of cultivating the mind, the help that the teacher can provide is no longer absolute, which is why the leader of the Wuwei Sect has been martial arts for hundreds of years, but there is no one in ten thousand who can practice the "Wuwei True Sutra".

A sound of Suosuo's footsteps came from behind him, and Ling Feng knew that it was the guide Chen Erwa. Everyone has their own breathing strength and frequency, and there are subtle differences in the distance between walks and footsteps, for an inner master like Ling Feng, he doesn't need to use his eyes to distinguish the people around him lightly, if he is a more experienced inner master, he can even distinguish the heart rhythm of different people, of course, Ling Feng has not yet reached such a state.

&Comrade ...... "The sensitive old hunter felt that the person in front of him seemed to be one with heaven and earth just now, as high as the sky, as heavy as a mountain, and as soft as water, which made Chen Erwa, who had been in Tibet for a long time, have an urge to bow and worship, and was stunned for a while.

&What's the matter? Ling Feng's voice seemed to come from afar.

As soon as the words entered his ears, Chen Erwa woke up, and Wei Wei said: "Comrade Ling, can I ask you for something?" ”

& Ling Feng is very crisp.

> If I have an accident, my family will have to take care of you. Chen Erwa's voice was a little apprehensive.

Ling Feng sighed, feeling a little surprised.

&'s mother-in-law doesn't dare to bother you, but my daughter is afraid ......" Chen Erwa's voice became quieter and quieter, and he also knew that his request was very abrupt.

& What happened to my daughter? "If Ling Feng hadn't had superhuman ear power, he would hardly have heard Chen Erwa's voice.

Chen Erwa sighed, "My daughter Chen Siran is very well-behaved, but she has recently become seriously ill, I plan to save some money this time to take her to the city for medical treatment, but I have never been in the city, and in case of ...... this time" Speaking of her daughter, Chen Erwa showed the same pity as parents in the world, no matter whether they are poor or rich, their parents' feelings for their children are the same.

Ling Feng turned to look at Chen Erwa's heartfelt look of pity and love for her daughter, and was touched in her heart, and nodded: "Yes, no matter what the situation is this time, I can agree!" ”

Chen Erwa's expression suddenly relaxed.

Suddenly, there was a rapid barking of dogs outside the camp, and Xiao Hei quickly jumped out of the forest and ran towards the camp.

Ling Feng rushed to the camp and found Xiao Hei holding a professional high-top hiking boot in his mouth.

Chen Erwa pulled out the hiking boots from the little black mouth and looked at them carefully, her expression was a little cloudy, and she said after a while: "These hiking boots belong to those northerners from years ago!" ”