On the top of the mountain, buried in the dragon cave.

Tie Lingshuang sat quietly at the bottom of the cold cave, his face turned white and red as his chest rose and fell violently, as if he had changed his face, and a dull sound came from his body.

Knock, knock.

With the sound, the dark red rocks below him drifted up with bursts of red dust, like blood demons.

The smell of meat wafted in from the entrance of the cave, and the sound of iron lingshuang gurgling in his abdomen came, when he opened his eyes, there was a red blood, and two strands of blood slid down with the corners of his eyes, Tie Lingshuang gently raised his hand, wiped off the blood, and sighed,

"Starved to death. ”

Stomach acid swelled up, with bursts of blood in his throat, Tie Lingshuang shook his head, he had never felt this kind of hunger. Although there have been many changes over the years, whether it is in Qingcheng Mountain or Jinling City, I have never been hungry, and this time, I have been hungry for three days.

After crossing the Three Gorges, he was driven off the boat in Kuimen, Tie Lingshuang was not surprised at all, and even a little happy, because he got the news from the mouth of the jade bearer Du Mu that his sister had appeared in this mountain, so he separated himself from afar, comforted Xiaoya, promised that he would live, and then went to Yunnan to find her, and went straight to Shajia Mountain.

In fact, as soon as I jumped out of the water, I began to be hungry, there was no internal breath, I exhausted my physical strength along the way, my blood was boiling, and if I hadn't occasionally encountered small fish underwater, I would have been hungry and had no strength.

After running for a while, I went deep into the mountains, looking for a tiger to roast to satisfy my hunger, and happened to run into a wild wolf. The wolf is thin and meat, Tie Lingshuang flew up, and he was about to shoot the wild wolf to death, but he didn't expect that after a shot, the wild wolf exploded with a bang and turned into a rain of blood.

After a moment of sluggishness, Tie Lingshuang looked down at his hand holding the spear, and the color of his palm instantly became congested purple and red with the heartbeat that was about to tear his chest, and then faded again.

Although he was hungry and the feeling of tearing his body came from one after another, this feeling of skyrocketing cultivation still made Tie Lingshuang extremely happy, and he came step by step over the years, and he was one step closer to the apex.

But the jackals, tigers and leopards along the way suffered, even if Tie Lingshuang tried his best to suppress his breath, but even if the iron spear was lightly pointed, no matter what was alive, it would explode in an instant. Unable to restrain his strength, even eating became a problem, and while he was depressed, Tie Lingshuang's stomach became more and more hungry, so he ran all the way to Shajia Mountain.

Guizhou Red Cliff, Sunshine Jiashan, the mountain shape resembles a turtle, bare, the whole mountain stone, is a dark red, such as blood such as the glow, if it is a clear and clear sky, look at it from afar, it is like a big turtle surface, basking in the tortoise shell.

On the stone wall at the foot of the mountain, there are mysterious imprints, like a text and a painting, not a knife and an axe, nor like a fine carving, it is natural, the world calls it the Red Cliff Heavenly Book.

In that year, Zhuge Wuhou captured Meng Shu seven times, and the military camp was stationed at the foot of this mountain, so some historians inferred that the book was the words of Zhuge Wuhou. But whether it is or not is not very important, because the text of Tianshu is not a seal or a subordinate, not a modern flying white and thin gold, nor is it like a foreign script or a ghost painting, which makes it difficult to speculate.

Tie Lingshuang, who rushed all the way from the White Emperor City, didn't care so much, and didn't look at the ghost painting talisman full of walls at the foot of the mountain, and went straight to the top of the mountain to find here.

On the top of the mountain, there is a depression and pit with a square circle of three zhang, the pit is more than ten zhang deep, the bottom of the cave is dark and dim, and the slightest coldness comes out.

It is rumored that the mountain is bluestone, the grass and trees in the mountains and forests are extremely vigorous, suddenly one day, the wind rises, the sky rains rain, the blood light of the nine heavens is like the sea, there are nine days of true dragon screaming and hissing, falling here, the dragon's blood is sprinkled all over the green mountains, the mountain stone is red, the long dragon smashed out of this big hole, after wailing for ten days, died in the hole, so the hole is called the burial dragon cave.

Tie Lingshuang sat at the bottom of the Burial Dragon Cave, and a faint cold breath came out from the red mountains and rocks, so that the qi and blood that could not be suppressed calmed down slightly.

Gently opened his eyes, or it may be that the subtle blood vessels in his eyes were ruptured, and two subtle blood lines were left along the corners of his eyes, and his eyes were slightly blurred, and Tie Lingshuang breathed for a moment before he looked up at the two columns of words engraved on the stone wall in front of him.

The column on the left, "I also used to dry my scale armor in the clouds, and I didn't want to fall in this hole." "Correct italics, quite appropriate to the occasion, as if sighing the Nine Heavens True Dragon that once fell in this cave.

Tie Lingshuang only glanced at it, and then his gaze swept over, just staring at the list of gods on the right,

"Let the dragon soul return to the sea, mortals can see the red dust the most. ”

The battle is general, as if to persuade the person who sighs to let go of his heart, the road ahead is long, you might as well change your mood or identity to take a walk.

Two short words, the left side is in italics, the right side is soft and smooth, the style is very different, all engraved on the stone wall at the bottom of the burial dragon cave, looking at the vicissitudes of life in the handwriting, it should be weathered for a long time, but the edge is vaguely sharp, when it is a sword held by a high hand.

Staring at the word "and" at the beginning of the row of books on the right, it seems that it is written incorrectly, there should be two horizontal lines in the middle, but now there is one more horizontal line. Raising his hand to wipe the faint blood that slipped down the corner of his eyes, Tie Lingshuang smiled lightly,

"Ningmei, you are running for your life, and you have not forgotten to recite poems and lyrics. ”

When they were young, the two sisters of the Tie family followed their father's instructions to copy the inscriptions, a hundred big characters a day, a hundred small characters, if it could not be completed, or the handwriting was sloppy, most of them had to be palms against the board.

My sister has a calm personality, and most of the time she sleeps all day, but as long as she wakes up, she will sit on the small table, writing stroke by stroke, the small table next door is empty most of the time, naturally her sister Lingshuang slipped out to play again.

Tie Lingshuang's personality jumps out, and he is really indifferent to the old man sitting on the desk who writes with a pen, and every time he sneaks out to play until sunset, he remembers that the ring ruler at night hurts in the palm of his hand, so he hurriedly runs back.

Most of the sisters here Tie Ningmei have already written a hundred big characters and a hundred small characters, and they are sleeping on the side of the table, and there is often a boy named Qin Fusu sitting on the side and chuckling happily, Tie Lingshuang is naturally writing anxiously while arguing with Qin Fusu.

Han Li Tang Kai, upright and straight, horizontal like a raging river, vertical like a towering mountain, the most is able to raise the spirit of Haoran, so the children copy the script, most of them are official regular scripts, especially regular script for the most, while studying the book, while raising the spirit.

Sister Tie Ningmei according to her father's teaching, all the way to Han Li Tang Kai copying, has gradually been able to copy the book, but Tie Lingshuang has suffered a lot, the handwriting is still undecided, the eyes are red with the sister's hand like a flowing book, simply go upstream, secretly copy the ancestor of the Qin Dynasty seal book, just think of one day and my sister to teach a high level, by the way let my father hit her handboard.

At the bottom of this burial dragon cave, the line of writing is quite immature, the transition and stagnation, vaguely the sister's handwriting, especially the first "and" word, originally only two short horizontal, now one more horizontal.

At first, it was the two sisters who had an awkward quarrel, and my sister happened to practice the word "frost", pointing to the small word "eye" in the corner of the word frost, saying that my sister Lingshuang had a lot of crooked ways in her stomach, and the two horizontal lines were not enough, and she added one more horizontal every time.

Practicing calligraphy when you are a child is the best way to form a habit. Later, my sister became accustomed to writing, and all the words "eye" and "and" would add an extra horizontal, and even the word "eyebrows" for writing her own iron and eyebrow, the same is true. The flood washed away the Dragon King Temple, and even her own name dragged down, and she suffered from her father's hand board with Tie Lingshuang.

The laughter of childhood is still in his ears, the hot palms of his hands seem to have just been hit by the ring ruler, the hot blood in his chest seems to be sulking, ignoring the father who is holding the ring ruler, Tie Lingshuang recalled laughing, the laughter grew louder, and rushed out of the burial dragon cave, cheering, sad and joyful.

After a long time, his mind was excited, his blood was surging, and the blood stains in the corners of his eyes couldn't stop staying, and Tie Lingshuang, who was bruised like a ghost, slowly stopped laughing, stretched out his hand and put his hand on his chest, his heart beat like a heavy hammer and drum, a trace of warmth rose, and the smile at the corner of his mouth couldn't be suppressed, Tie Lingshuang didn't suppress it, wiped his cheeks, and stared at the two lines of handwriting.

On top of my sister's line of writing, there is another line, which is by no means her handwriting, and it can be seen that there is quite a positive foundation, but the next pen seems to be stagnant, and there is a sense of sluggishness between horizontal and vertical turns.

Looking at the poems full of grievances, it is the clouds and scales, and it is falling, and then I think of the information sent back by Suzaku some time ago, it seems that this line of words is very likely to be the handwriting of Emperor Jianwen.

At that time, the imperial city was on fire, Emperor Jianwen was missing, like a dragon falling for nine days, and the poem seemed to be written about this burial in the dragon cave, and it was more of a sigh for his own situation.

This is strange, how could the two of them be together, and they both ran to the burial dragon cave in Xijia Mountain, the two of them, an emperor and a little girl, are powerless, how can there be traces of such a master's carving?

The traces of these two lines of character engraving are the same in depth and shade, and the feeling of sharp edges is also the same, which should be the sword marks of the same person.

At the beginning, the city of Jinan was broken, and the Tie family was in a sea of fire, and several figures in the sea of fire were flickering, but now I think that it should be a battle. He and his sister were hiding in the corner, and then he suddenly fainted, and when he opened his eyes again, he was taken to Qingcheng by Zhong Lijiu, and his sister at that time was with Emperor Jianwen? There was also a master with a sword, but I didn't know whether it was protection or monitoring and control?

When he thought of the enemy, he was anxious, his qi and blood could no longer be controlled, the blood in his whole body was swollen, the undercurrent was thick, and the torn body was in severe pain, Tie Lingshuang had to put down his mind and quietly wait for his qi and blood to slow down a little.

That guy is right, the end of the power, relying on a cavity of blood will only add fuel to the fire, and now as long as he relaxes his mind a little, he can't control it, and there is no way to run all the way.

In the past few days, all the way has been rushing, and the blood rain has rained down on the guns, which also made Tie Lingshuang understand, why is the first obstacle to the true solution of the Golden Wing called Force Destruction?

Under the pressure of real pure power, there is no vitality at all, whether it is a mountain rock, a big tree, a wild wolf or a person, under the blood spear of his own dragon, it is difficult to survive the body, all of them burst open, destroying the world and destroying the earth, and if the vitality does not exist, it is called force destruction.

It's hard to imagine that just by reaping and releasing blood, such a terrifying power can be driven. It's a pity that he can't control it, destroying foreign objects, and destroying his body, Tie Lingshuang raised his palm, stared at the back of his hand, and with the heartbeat, a slight laceration wound appeared, overflowing a trace of blood, and then disappeared again.

While being injured, while repairing, fortunately, there is indeed something abnormal in my body, severe pain all over my body, and I think that the inside of the body is also scarred, I don't know how much blood I vomited along the way, but I can still live, it's incredible.

But it's just alive, no matter how strong the recovery ability is, it is difficult to last under this kind of destruction from the inside out, and now in this situation, it is really half a foot into the demon path, and the other half foot into the ghost gate.

If you can't pass this level, you will either rush indiscriminately, become a bloodthirsty demon who only knows how to kill, and finally your body will burst and die, or you will wait for the blood in your body to overflow and dry up and die.

There is another path, which is what the guy said, to find a way, comprehend the state of mind, and use this realm to control the qi and blood in the body, so that it can be violent when it needs to be violent, and peaceful when it needs to be peaceful, and there is a way to relax, so that it can last for a long time and improve steadily.

Tie Lingshuang sneered, stood up, what realm to understand, it doesn't matter now, he can't die of bleeding for a while, he is about to starve to death, and he can't help but look up at the dim sky.

Coincidentally, the mouth of the cave was fishy, and a huge head stretched out, fluffy, striped with black lines, intertwined into a "king" character between the forehead of the skull, and it turned out to be a fierce tiger.

But at this time, the tiger kitten-like, the head just stretched out, hurriedly took it back, after a while, did not see the big gun smashed, and then carefully stretched out the tiger's head out, the wide tiger's mouth opened and closed, the teeth were hideous, but the voice was low and docile,

"It's baked. ”

Tie Lingshuang raised the corners of her mouth, took a step forward, and wanted to reach out to touch the line of books on the stone wall, but halfway through, she looked at her palm, which was purple and red, and was silent for a while, but it did not dissipate, shook her head, and withdrew her hand.

The blood qi moves with the heart, the heart can't be calm at the moment, the blood is difficult to suppress, Tie Lingshuang's heel trembled slightly, and the person rushed up, turned over and landed on the top of the mountain, looked at the docile tiger hiding on the side, and smiled lightly.

The smell of meat wafted in, and on a bonfire, there was a huge ox, the meat was golden, and the oil droplets fell on the bonfire, making a noise.

With a rumbling in his stomach, Tie Lingshuang strode forward, gasped deeply for a while, watched the bruises between his palms dissipate and become pale, before he slowly stretched out his hand, gently tore off a palm-sized piece of beef, and stuffed it into his mouth like lightning.

In the mouth of the beef, Tie Lingshuang chewed it twice, and then swallowed it into the abdomen, and the rich aroma of meat pressed down the blood in the chest.

When the qi and blood were a little calmer, he picked up a piece of beef, just like that, a roast cow that could be swallowed in his stomach in an instant, this time he ate for half an hour, and there was still half of the beef left on the bonfire, Tie Lingshuang shook his head dissatisfied, this food is too wasteful of time, turned his head to look at the tiger, and beckoned gently,

"Big Tiger, come here, tell me, why did that man in black chase you?"