"Ahh

Naranzhe was woken up!

Just when he was half asleep and half hazy, he unconsciously scratched his head, and as a result, he touched the wet and soft Xiaohuawu again.

Hua Wu was also startled by Nalan Zhe's scream, hid far away, and disappeared in an instant.

Nalan Zhe was shocked, thinking that this little guy would find a place to hide in his hair to keep warm.

By this time it was already dawn.

If it weren't for the sight of the new soil on the ground, Naranzhe would have almost forgotten that there was a neighbor with him.

Most of the time, Nalan Zhe is a staunch atheist, but unfortunately he is not a ghost nobody, thinking that Jin Thirteen is buried in the ground, Nalan Zhe felt awkward for no reason.

But there is no other way, I hope that out of sight is pure, and I can forget him in three or five days.

At this time, there are sporadic lights shining down, and looking up, the entrance of the cave seems to be on the edge of the sky.

Naranzhe couldn't judge the distance, but at least it was a few hundred meters.

Fortunately, from the bottom of the cave to the mouth of the cave, every ten meters, there is a long iron pear tree, if you can dig some small pits with the purple dragon blood knife between the two iron pear trees, over time, there will always be a day when you dig the end.

Moreover, the branches of the pear tree are very tough, you can collect more, weave them into ropes, put one end on yourself, and tie the other end to the pear tree, so that the safety factor is much greater.

Thinking of this, Nalan Zhe's blood boiled with excitement, and he did what he said, picked up the purple dragon blood knife from the ground, and started to move.

Nalan Zhe thought, fortunately, the Purple Dragon Blood Knife is hard enough, and if it is replaced with an ordinary dagger, I am afraid that it will not be chiseled for a few days, and it will break.

However, unfortunately, the stone wall is not as easy to chisel as imagined!

Nalan Zhe worked all morning before digging a small pit just big enough to fit into a baby's little feet, and at this pace, when he chiseled it, his beard might turn white.

Nalan Zhe was so tired that he was out of breath, but he didn't expect such a result, he couldn't help but be a little frustrated, and angrily threw the purple dragon blood knife aside, turned around and went to pick mushrooms to eat.

Maybe it was because of his bad mood, Nalan Zhe felt that the mushrooms picked today were even more unpalatable than those picked yesterday, and he almost ate half and vomited half.

The half that was spit out was naturally accepted without a smile.

Nalan Zhe looked at Hua Wu's food so focused, thinking that it really tasted weird, and he loved to eat what people had chewed.

In the afternoon, Naranzhe continued to chisele, frustrated to frustrated, but he still knew what to do.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope for the future, he will never give up.

Nalan Zhe knew that he was not fighting alone, his body, and the strength of other people, were those he cared about and cared about him.

......

The progress is the same as in the morning.

You must know that the special thing about the Purple Dragon Blood Knife is that the Phantom Blade, which is used to chisel the stone wall is simply a tyrannical thing, but Nalan Zhe has tried it, because he does not have the ability of a high-level Ground Rank Martial Artist Shadow Martial Artist, he cannot drive the Phantom Blade, so he can only do so first.

It's a pity that I couldn't take the Soul Condensing Pill prepared by Uncle Mao, otherwise I might be able to advance to a shadow martial artist soon.

I don't know if this is a good thing or a good thing, or if there is a providence in the dark.

However, Nalan Zhecai didn't care if it was fate or coincidence, he never believed in any providence.

Compared with the providence of heaven, he believed more in what Ye Jue had said: I am the will of heaven!

Nalan Zhe believed that as long as he insisted on cultivating, with the current conditions, he would have a great chance of being promoted to a shadow martial artist in about five or six years, although it seemed a little difficult, but it was not completely impossible.

However, Nalan Zhe knows that this is not a legendary romance, let alone a well-arranged drama, what he is experiencing now is a real life, and anyone can tell inspirational stories, but God knows what the future will be.

Thinking that it would take at least five years to leave here, Naranzhe was a little discouraged.

And five years is still the most optimistic expectation, and the ghost knows whether he will encounter all kinds of things and then die in these five years.

For example, in the winter, you starve to death because you have nothing to eat.

For example, being bitten by a strange bug and dying of infection.

For example, if you eat a poisonous mushroom that is hidden deeply, you will be poisoned and die.

For example, suffocating to death because of loneliness and boredom.

Of course, the most likely is to freeze to death.

Naranzhe could come up with a thousand and one ways to die, but he couldn't think of a second way to live except to climb up.

The entrance of the cave was too high and too far, even if it was a heaven-level martial artist, he could only stare dryly.

I don't know if Lu Dao Pear Girl and Ye Zixiong Shao will find out about this place and rescue him from Lu.

Thinking of this, Naranzhe became excited.

Because it's quite possible.

Just as Nalan Zhe was encouraged by hope, a countertone quickly appeared in his mind: even if he found the entrance to the cave, it was so far away that he couldn't hear it when he shouted his voice out.

"Alas!"

In the end, you can only rely on yourself.

It's been a day, and everyone must think he's dead.

Thinking of this, Nalan Zhe became inexplicably sad, this difficulty came in time, and successfully transformed into a motivation, a motivation to escape and see everyone alive.

"Let's start here!"

Nalan Zhe said to himself, picked up the purple dragon blood knife from the ground, and held it tightly in his hand.

......

Five months later.

Naranzhe was used to it.

Accustomed to the cold here.

Accustomed to the taste of wild mushrooms.

I am used to digging the stone wall with the purple dragon blood knife every day.

Accustomed to sleeping every day, Hua Wu will sneak into his hair.

Nalan Zhe used the Purple Dragon Blood Knife to engrave numbers on the stone wall on the other side, recording the time, and it had been five months since he fell here.

In five months, he had a minor illness, had a stomach pull several times, and cried twice, but he survived.

I don't know if it's related to diet, Nalan Zhe feels that he has lost weight.

But perhaps this was a good thing, because he felt much more flexible and stronger than before, and the life of the stone wall was monotonous and simple, but it was harder and more brutal than the most serious training in the past.

It takes a lot of physical strength and endurance to chisel a stone wall, and when climbing to a stone wall, you need to work hard to balance your body, which makes Nalan Zhe's balance ability greatly increased, and he can almost swim around the smooth stone wall like a gecko.

In the Shuiyun Continent, whether it is a beast tamer, an illusionist, or a martial artist, if you want to figure out your ability level, you need to go to a special institution for assessment and certification, and if you are over eighteen years old, the relevant agency will also issue you different levels of identity cards.

The so-called assessment is the ten competitions of martial artists.

Generally speaking, for martial artists, endurance, reflexes, strength, speed, and bounce are the five most important items.

As a martial artist, the importance of endurance is self-evident, without stamina, even if your martial arts skills are superb to the sky, you can't compete with the opponent's wheel warfare and crowd tactics.

The reaction is reflected in the actual combat, the fast reaction can dodge the hidden weapon and the sword, and the slow reaction can only pray for more blessings.

After all, not every martial artist will face the occupation of fighting and killing, many martial artists are engaged in some manual labor, at this time, the advantage of strength is reflected.

For example, what kind of shadow martial artist can drive the phantom blade of the purple dragon blood knife, but the human-level martial artist can't, the fundamental reason is the strength of the force.

Regarding speed, it is generally divided into two types, one is the speed of the foot, and the other is the speed of the shot. Fast footwork is an advantage, and you can still run if you can't beat it.

And the fast shot is the pride of the warrior, whether it is an illusionist or a beast tamer, in terms of the speed of the shot, it is significantly weaker than the warrior.

The last is the bounce, which is mainly used against the Tamer's summoned beasts.

Generally speaking, the combat effectiveness of the beast trainer is mainly reflected in its summoned beasts, and the summoned beasts are most common in tigers, leopards, lions and wolves.

When a beast comes at you, if you can jump quickly, you can attack with your weapon in the air, and your chances of winning will be greatly increased.

Although the level of a martial artist needs to be strictly evaluated, basically an experienced martial artist can roughly judge his own level.

Therefore, Nalan Zhe clearly determined that according to this progress, within half a year, he would become a Xuanwu.

This is thanks to nearly five months of desperate survival training, when life is threatened, people can often play to their maximum potential, although just every day to repeatedly chisel the stone wall, but because the survival ** is extremely strong, chisel up is also very attentive, I don't know it, the amount of strength has risen sharply, and according to the spillover effect, the ability of all aspects of the body has also been improved accordingly.

The most obvious difference between a Xuanwu and a martial artist is the amount of strength.

A fighter can break a thinner stone slab with a single punch, not to mention breaking a few ribs of his opponent.

Although the martial artist is already very fierce, the Xuanwu has really raised his strength to the level of a master.

The Xuanwu's hard punch can shatter all the bones on the person's body, and if the martial soul is wrapped around the fist, the Xuanwu can shatter the seemingly impregnable stone.

In the public's impression, the Xuanwu is a dividing line, and the Xuanwu above can be called a master deservedly.

However, although he was about to advance to a Xuanwu, Nalan Zhe was not very happy, because it was not so easy to upgrade from a Xuanwu to a Shadow Martial Artist.

Judging from the authoritative records in "Shuiyunlu", with a very reasonable diet and the assistance of soul medicine, plus the guidance of famous teachers, it will take two or three years.

At present, I am in this ghost cave where birds don't, and there is no need to be delusional about diet and soul medicine assistance, let alone the guidance of famous teachers, some are just the ** of survival, the only advantage is that they will not be disturbed by the Huahua World and can concentrate on cultivation.

But this advantage is depressing no matter how you look at it.

However, Naranzhe no longer complained.

It is already a thing to be grateful for surviving, and when God closes a door for you, it will definitely open a window for you.

Although Nalan Zhe still didn't know where the window of the road was opened.

[Spring is coming, a new week, I wish you all a proud spring ......]