The dark room smelled of mildew, the old wooden window crackled, and the wind in the forest whispered like a ghostly whisper.

Li Xiuyuan pushed open the wooden door of the room, and the dim light in the room warmed him up.

He shuddered and pulled the paper out of his bosom and lay down on the dusty table, sobbing quietly.

"Who?" Li Xiuyuan raised his head from the table suddenly, and there was a palm print on the window at some point.

His lips and teeth opened slightly, and he turned his head to open the window. The cold wind at night can blow into people's bones.

Li Xiuyuan swallowed his saliva and walked to the window. The moon is like practicing, the bluestone slab in the yard is black and pressed, and when Li Xiuyuan blinks, he vaguely saw a figure drawing water by the well.

"You...... Are you okay?"

Li Xiuyuan puffed up his voice, the sound was not loud, but it kept echoing in the silent night.

The figure at the well was stunned and stood motionless.

Li Xiuyuan's body was cold, and he could feel that the figure was watching him.

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The window was closed by Li Xiuyuan, and the whole person shrank to the corner of the bed. The oil lamp around him dimly illuminated the room, and the cracks in the white stone wall intertwined to reveal an indescribable feeling.

He didn't want to endure this torment anymore, and tomorrow he was going to stay away from this hellish place.

Li Xiuyuan bit the thin sheet covering his body and was overcovered.

At that moment, he opened his eyes in horror.

There was another knock on the window of his room.

Bai 13 rode a fast horse all the way to the north, and it has been more than half a month so far.

There are mountains and rivers between Beimang and the Central Plains, and the wind in Beimang has the intention of killing, and the cold wind like a knife is unbearable for ordinary people.

The mountains are frosty and snowy.

Bai Thirteen led the horses and walked alone in the mountains.

The river was turbulent, and Bai Thirteen squatted down and scooped up a handful of water, and even the ice ballast in the water was on his face.

This stimulation almost made him not come up in one breath.

The Chilian internal qi in Bai Thirteen's body was running endlessly, which could dispel some of the cold for him.

But his black horse was not so lucky, the black horse's lungs were already cold, not to mention carrying Bai Thirteen, and even it was gasping for two steps by itself.

According to the old hunter in this forest, there is an ancient temple not far ahead, and the presiding officer in it is a famous monk. ”

Bai 13 found a few stones and threw them into the water, leading the horse to step on the stones and cross the river.

When he entered the forest, Bai Thirteen found the cobblestone path.

The trail winds into the sheep's intestines and leads to the depths of the woods.

The trees on both sides of the road look like white birches, and the branches are hung with crystal falling flowers. The parrot landed on the twig of the birch and shook off quite a bit.

The snow gradually became heavier, and the walls of the ancient temple in the forest were painted bright red, and the rubble was covered with snow.

Bai 13 came to the gate of the temple and held the horse rope with one hand, knocked lightly on the door with the other, and said loudly: "I didn't want to bother with the treasure land below, but this wind and snow are really tight, and I hope that the host in the temple will be convenient." ”

Crunch

The red lacquered door of the temple opened a crack, and a cyan head peeked out of it.

It's a little novice.

"Donor, please come in. The little novice was wearing a light blue monk's robe, and the Buddhist beads hanging from his neck reached his crotch, which was quite joyful.

Bai Thirteen took off the hat on top of his head and put it behind him, half-covering the long knife behind his back.

The temple door looked quite new, but it clicked when it closed.

"I'm tired. ”

After doing this series of actions, Bai 13 showed a kind smile to the little novice.

Somehow, the little novice suddenly felt a chill behind him, so he led the horse into the backyard first, found a peach branch, and tied the reins to it.

The parrot followed the black horse and flapped its wings and stood on the peach tree.

The black horse looked at the parrot grooming its feathers, and exhaled air through its nostrils.

The parrot monster screamed, and actually danced "tango" on the peach branch, and the snow that shook off the branch smashed the black horse in the face.

The temple is not large, and the walls inside are yellowish-gray.

In the middle of the temple is the main hall, and next to the side halls on the left and right, there are two or three monks sweeping the ground.

A neighing came from the backyard, and parrots flew over the round arch, giggling.

The black horse, red-eyed and unreined, dragged the uprooted peach tree on a rampage through the temple.

The parrot landed on the gold-patterned plaque in the Daxiong Hall, looked condescendingly at the angry black horse, and pouted its buttocks.

Feathers towered, and a cloud of white excrement fell from the eaves.

The black horse neighed again and ran away.

The old presiding Buddha in a big red robe came out to greet Bai Thirteen with a full face, and as soon as he walked to the door of the main hall, he saw the crazy black horse dragging the thousand-year-old wood he had planted in the courtyard.

The top of his head was a little cool, the old host's smile froze, and he stretched out his hand and touched the top of his head tremblingly, and it was sticky.

"Host!"

The surrounding little monks suddenly rolled their eyes, leaned back straight, and hurriedly stepped forward to hold them.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. The host was in excess of his body and slowly got up with the support of everyone.

Bai Shisan looked at the mess all over the ground, and was ready to sleep in the mountains and forests in his heart.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to catch those two brutes and leave them to the host. Bai 13 lifted the knife and turned around to leave.

The abbot at the back hurriedly stopped him and said, "No, the monks are merciful, this is also the fate of my peach tree." ”

"There are not many sensible people like the presiding officer" The white thirteen long knife was sheathed, and the flickering sword light in Sumeru was colder than the wind and snow in the sky.

The old host shook his white beard and waved his hand: "Where is it." ”

The monks in the temple were very enthusiastic, and immediately prepared a wing room for Bai Shisan after hearing about Bai Shisan's difficulties.

After dinner, Bai 13 came to the main hall alone, wanting to worship the Buddha and burn incense.

There was no light in the main hall, thunder roared, and lightning tore through the sky and dyed the hall white.

The golden body of the Buddha is as high as the roof, and the eyes are half-closed.

Bai Shisan, who was worshipping at the feet of the Buddha, had hair on his back, and felt that the atmosphere was not right.

Bai Shisan looked up at the Buddha, and always felt that this Buddha was looking at him with his eyes half-lowered.

Those who came in through the gate thought that the Buddha's eyes were lowered, but in fact he really seemed to be looking at the people who were paying homage to him from the seat.

In other words, the Buddha didn't seem to want others to know what he was looking at, so he lowered his eyes to hide it.

Bai Thirteen raised his head and looked at the Buddha, and the chill in his heart protruded. Now he didn't have a long knife in his hand, and he didn't know the bottom of his heart, so he retreated.

After lightly leading the temple door, Bai Thirteen exhaled a long breath.

The night was so quiet that he could even hear the purr of the black horse in the backyard.

It's like a human sneezing.

According to Bai Thirteen's habit, before going to sleep, he had to walk on the side of the blood refining knife and stand on the bear stake for an hour.

The Blood Refining Knife opened and closed, and Bai Thirteen was not good at exposing his sword moves in an unfamiliar environment now.

So he just stood up in the hallway in front of the house.

During the period of his trek, because he was in the wild, there was no equipment for him to take a medicinal bath, so the growth in strength was not obvious.

With the small success of the brute bear strength, Bai Shisan gradually understood that the effect of his standing pile cultivation alone was no longer very significant.

Stimulation by medicated baths is highly needed.

He went to the dressing room from memory, took a barrel in his hand, and went back.

The barrel looked like it had not been used for a long time, and it was covered with dust.

This couldn't help but make Bai Shisan wonder, didn't the monks in this temple take a bath?

Bai Thirteen has no habit of cleanliness, but it would be too embarrassing for him to let him wash like this.

"I remember there seemed to be a well in the temple. ”

Bai Thirteen carried a chest-high wooden barrel and came to the well.

The perimeter of the well is paved with non-slip bluestone slabs, and the water stains splashed by the water fall onto the stone slabs, as if splashed with ink.

Bai Thirteen put the bucket aside, turned the wheel, and beat a small bucket of small buckets.

Originally, he wondered why the monks in the temple didn't leave the house after a few thunderbolts at most.

Thinking of this, Bai Shisan felt that a light was coming from a distance, shining on him.

Because of the light, Bai Thirteen could only see the outline of the person's figure.

The man had long shawl hair, but he seemed to be short, and White Thirteen could only see the man's head resting on the window's edge.

"Is it the same as me?"

Bai Thirteen was curious, so he couldn't help but stop and take a few more looks. Unexpectedly, he provoked the man's disgust, and closed the window with a snap.

The man's reaction couldn't help but make Bai Thirteen a little embarrassed, and after a few buckets of water, the bath bucket brought by Bai Thirteen was full.

He carried the bathtub into the kitchen, and the medicinal bath needed hot water to soak, which was more troublesome for Bai Thirteen, who could be simple and simple.

After Bai Shisan left, another figure staggered to the well, he looked at the water stains scattered by the well, and was stunned.

He turned to look at the window that had never been opened, and was stunned again.

Then the figure staggered to the window, like a toddler, to the window, and stretched out its arm to knock.

The people in the room were overturned and trembled with fright.

Seeing that no one in the room responded, the figure trembled away again.

At this time, Bai Shisan also boiled the hot water, and took out a packet of fortified herbs from his waist and sprinkled it into the hot water.

Suddenly, a medicinal fragrance came to his face, just like when Bai Thirteen strengthened the Great Returning Pill, he felt his blood boiling just by taking a sip.

Practice while it's hot, Bai Shisan's holding the wooden barrel containing the hot medicinal bath is a 100-meter sprint.

When he returned to his room, he immediately stripped naked and soaked in it.

At first, Bai Thirteen felt comfortable, but it didn't seem to have that significant effect. He wondered if that step had gone wrong, until he got up and stood up in the keg and stood up for the bear stake.

At this time, a strong suction force gushed out from the bear pile, and a powerful medicinal force entered the skin along the pores opened by Bai Thirteen.

The originally docile medicinal power became violent at this time, like a thin needle piercing Bai Thirteen's skin and internal organs.

Bai Thirteen gritted his teeth, and black blood flowed out of his pores, staining the entire bucket of water red.

When experiencing the great pain of washing the meridians and cutting the marrow, Bai Thirteen also clearly felt that his body was slowly transforming.

The brute bear energy, which had been stuck in Xiaocheng, also faintly tended to improve at this moment.

The cultivation of hard skills is in a hurry, and the ordinary folk martial artists have not practiced hard skills for a few years, and they can't even reach Xiaocheng. That is, Bai Thirteen has this ability in his mind, and he has strengthened some strange medicines, and his cultivation progress will increase rapidly every time he takes it.