After crossing two more hills, but still finding nothing, Shaoyi lay on the side of the stream and poured a few mouthfuls of stream water, sat on a big rock, and said weakly to his stomach: "What's the use of screaming, screaming?"

Annoyed by his incompetence, Shaoyi smashed his fist on the big rock where he was sitting, leaving four blood marks in an instant.

After a while, Shaoyi saw a few diligent ants slowly crawling over from different directions. Shaoyi's gaze followed closely to the one that climbed the slower, and as soon as he was distracted, he lost the ant.

He looked at his right hand boredly, and it was no longer bleeding. So, Shaoyi's gaze returned to the big rock, and he was stunned by the scene in front of him: in a short time, at least hundreds of ants were "scurrying" on his blood stains.

"Am I inferior to an ant, will I be starved to death here?!" Shaoyi yelled stupidly.

"Horn Horn Horn Horn Horn", the sound of a string of woodpeckers digging into a tree hole could be heard in the distance, as if to laugh at him.

"Fluttering Ridge-", nearby, a golden rooster was frightened by the shout......

Shao Yi thought that even if he couldn't catch the golden chicken, he should be able to find an egg in the nest, right?

Half an hour has passed, and there is still no gain. He was unwilling, and followed the route of the golden rooster to escape again.

The suspicious, half-human-tall grass made Shaoyi stop, and he raised his hands a little closer to the grass, and the fingertips of both hands were gently inserted into the grass together. Before the grass rustled, his hands decisively picked up the grass at lightning speed, and when he glanced at the grass, he said, "Alas, bad luck, in the grass, the weeds are all over the place, obviously the nest of the escaped golden chicken, but there is not even a single hair in the nest."

No, there is still a golden chicken feather, which falls in the distance, and when the sun shines, it is golden, as if mocking one less.

Shaoyi leaned down and picked up the feather and collected it in his bag. I thought to myself, starving to death is a small matter, and I don't know how to appreciate aesthetics, maybe the smelly and beautiful Goo will like this feather.

The little head crumbled on his weak shoulders, and hunger blurred his vision......

"Goo, I have a headache, come to a bowl of your pimple soup!" Less could tell if it was a dream, licking his lips and muttering pleading.

In the body, the two breaths of indisputable qi began to fight along the bloodline again, regardless of the occasion and practice. Don't worry about it, when is it, and I don't see if the host is going to rest, I just know that I am fighting and fighting, and I am too ignorant.

The body was chilled for a while, and the heart was burned again, and Shaoyi was tortured by hunger to death, and his anger was like a gossamer.

Suddenly, the cold qi and blood occupied the small vacancy in the heart at lightning speed, and the pit of this vacancy was actually a trap.

This gap kept sucking the cold qi and blood, as if hugging it, but in essence, it was kidnapping it. The gap dragged the cold qi and blood straight to further fill his emptiness.

Although the cold qi and blood were all trapped in the gap, the gap was still empty. The pit is really hard to fill.

At this time, the unconvinced hot qi and blood also followed closely and pounced menacingly, and similarly, it also fell into the gap in the heart.

Cold Qi and Blood were as excited as a trench soldier waiting for an opponent, and it knew that there would be a battle here.

"Rub it-", the fire met the ice, and a cloud of steam quickly rose up, flooding the heart. This warm vapor meets the beating heart of "dong dong" and turns into a continuous trickle.

The heart, which has always lacked a heart valve, is able to make the blood flow smoothly in the arteries and veins of the heart because the two qi and blood fill the gap in the heart, so that the qi and blood in the meridians can flow smoothly.

As a result, the heart of the missing one began to beat healthily and vigorously, one by one, and the blood was comfortably pumped into the blood, and then the blood was comfortably exported.

Qi and blood are turned into a trickle of nutrients, and the trickle is also transported to all parts of the body with the beating of the heart......

At this time, Shaoyi couldn't distinguish the movement in his body, but suddenly, after a sudden pain in his heart, he suddenly felt that his whole body was comfortable, and all blessings were in his chest. People have also slowly settled down, no longer so flustered, and no longer so hungry and thirsty.

It was the combination of cold and heat, qi and blood, and the nutrients released preserved his life.

One less solves the problem of hunger for the time being. He was a child after all, and once he was no longer hungry, he immediately let go of his frustration and frustration, regained his strength, and became as energetic as when he had just walked out of Dayanhe Village.

It's just that he doesn't know that this way of nourishing himself with the qi and blood in his body can't last long, and the qi and blood have already been in deficit. Soon after, the gap in the heart will return to its original "emptiness" again due to the dissatisfaction of qi and blood.

......

In all directions, the birds returned to the forest, and the two thick eyebrows of the missing one were almost twisted into a ball: where should I spend tonight?

Thinking about it, only the old silver fir in the depths of the forest is the most familiar.

Returning to the old silver fir tree, one less pair of hands ** the "scales" on the surface of the trunk one by one, which reminded him of the hundred-year-old silver fir at the head of the village. This cedar can be the grandfather of the one at the head of the village.

Shaoyi raised his little head, stepped back a little, and looked up along the trunk, but he never saw its crown, and the old man's height was estimated to be more than eight feet.

When I think about it, the village chief always hangs the wine gourd on the silver fir tree at the head of the village in his spare time, attracting them, these little gluttonous insects can only see it, but can't steal it.

Once, when the village chief was fishing, he accidentally fell asleep against a tree, and Leng Wa used rattan to tie herself and the trunk of the tree together. With the power of the rattan rubbing against the trunk of the tree, he successfully went up the tree and got the wine gourd of the village chief.

Thinking of this, Shaoyi decided to go back to the bank of Ganhua Creek to find a rattan while it was still dark, so that he could climb the branch of Shanba Gong.

......

The sweat on my back was dry and wet, wet and dry. The blood blisters in his palms were squeezed out, and his hands were numb and stiff, but Shaoyi still didn't stop climbing with rattans.

When the moonlight shone through the gap between the branches and leaves on Shaoyi's arm, his right hand could already reach the largest branch of the old silver fir tree.

Shaoyi rode up the branch, and looked down through the moonlight leaking through the gap in the dense leaves, and the small silver fir on the ground was like an oval green dot.

"Sha-hu-hu——,-sha-sha-" came the wheezing of an old man in his ear. Through the gaps in the canopy, one could see the moon and stars cut into several pieces by the branches.

A gust of wind blew past his ears, and the silver light flashed around him like stars in the night sky, just like the starry waterfall that Shaoyi had seen sitting on the big stone slab of the village chief's house in the past countless nights.

It turned out that the silver light that had led one less into the forest the night before was the silver leaves of the old cedar tree! Moreover, the silver light seemed to be able to speak......

"Sand-" Shaoyi heard the old man's gasp again and again......

"Rustle—" again.

"Who, who's pretending to be a ghost?"

He remembered last night's dream, and couldn't help asking, "Could it be that you are Shanba Gong?"

"Yes—I ——, rustle—" The sound of the leaves was the same as the one I had heard last night.