At this time, Qi Longsong was making a final struggle with death, and saw that the fingers of his right hand were four, three, three, and four on the stone folds. And so on and so forth.

After all, Qi Longsong did not fight death, and gradually, Qi Longsong became lighter physically and mentally. The whole person is like catkins in the sky, swaying with the wind.

Qilongpine struggled and circled in an endless whirlpool, drifting helplessly, drifting with the current. I don't know how much time passed, a warm current came in from the top of his head, and it was a white light in the sky, and Qi Longsong suddenly felt like a fluttering body again.

It was an indescribable comfort, and that comfort spread everywhere in the body. In a moment, a door opened in the white light, and an even more dazzling and joyful light reflected on him. It was an incredibly soft brightness, as if it had a little magnetism, absorbing its own breath-like body.

At this time, I feel like a humanoid breath. This humanoid aura actually had an indescribable sense of detachment under the summoning of that magnetic white light. That joy is expressed in words, but that joy is clear and thorough. The humanoid breath fluttered, getting closer and closer to the bright door. Standing in front of the door, the humanoid aura glanced back, then stepped up with his right foot and stepped lightly towards the door.

Just when the humanoid breath was about to move forward, the right foot was about to step into the moment before he stepped in. Suddenly, a whirlpool spun up from behind his left foot, swept up his calf, up to his lower back, and towards the top of his head.

Instantly, a sharp pain rose from the tip of the swirling left foot, and began to spread throughout the body, until it reached the tip of his throat. After a convulsion, a scream of "ah" broke through the air.

"Pain" Qi Longsong whispered and weakened, it was a soft and weak pain, like thousands of rotting insects eroding a body like a gossamer.

Qi Longsong opened his eyes slightly, there was a turbidity-like pain, but this pain was like an echo, very far away. The sky is full of blue clouds, and the sky is very low. A round of the moon is bent, and the stars in the sky are shining and shining, and they can be picked up at your fingertips. The beautiful starry sky, as if surrounded by oneself, makes people feel a little joy in their hearts.

Qi Longsong quietly took a deep breath, this feeling of starry eyes around his side made Qi Longsong have indescribable happiness and joy in his heart. A breath of cool air has just entered the nose, and there is no time to taste it. The bone-eating pain clearly permeated his body from a far away, and the pain made Qi Longsong tremble all over his body, roaring and roaring.

"Pain" is another heart-wrenching cry.

"It hurts, that's right, if you can feel pain, it means that you are alive. If you can feel the pain clearly, it means that your consciousness has returned"!

The voice was deep and slightly poignant, and following the prestige, an old man stood in the wind, his hair was gray, flying with the wind, rising and falling. The sleeves fluttered, and the hunt sounded. The old man seemed to squint slightly, looking at the sky, motionless.

When I heard someone crying out in pain, I came back to my senses and quickly grabbed it.

The old man stood still beside Qi Longsong. Qi Longsong looked at it fixedly, and his body was so frightened that his body was shortened by half, forgetting the pain. If you look closely, you can be sure that it is a person. But I saw that this person was thin, withered, with excessive eyebrows and beards, and a beard all over his face. There is only a pair of eyes, as bright as stars.

"Lie still, I'll help you see," the man's voice was regular and organized.

Such a margin is not repaired, like a savage. But when it comes to speaking, the voice is really supple and spirited. It's just that the breeze is heartless, and the sleeves are flying.

Qi Longsong said "ah", and as soon as it reached his throat, he swallowed it stiffly.

"Your arm?" Qi Longsong asked in horror.

"I was gone many years ago," the old man looked melancholy, looked at the sky for a while, and said with a little sadness: "After she leaves, there is nothing to hug, even if her arms are still there, what is the use."

After the old man finished speaking, his two feet win, and on the body of Qilongsong, the silver filaments touched the body into the acupuncture, sometimes as fast as lightning, sometimes soothing and rotating, and the silver filaments were pulled out immediately. A pair of ** staggered transformation, very twisted.

Qi Longsong suddenly remembered that he was picking a purple flower on the cliff, and then he was unconscious, and then he felt a pleasant feeling, and then, right now, he was in pain. How could he be here, what is this place, who is this old man, what happened to his arms, who is she, why is she walking With a series of questions, Qi Longsong found that his mind was getting farther and farther away from his body, farther and farther away!

When I opened my eyes again, the sky was blue, and there were slight clouds around me, which were dispelled by the sunlight, but still faintly visible. Qi Longsong looked down and was shocked, it turned out that he was above a hundred zhang. As I moved, there was still a slight residual pain in my body, but it was no longer tight. Looking around, due north is a three-zhang high inclined stone wall. The green vines are entwined on the red cliffs, and the red vines are sparse. The other three sides are vast and unattached.

Qi Longsong looked at the old man, and saw the old man sitting on the stone without moving, his eyes were like stars, looking at the south, full of sadness.

Seeing Qi Longsong looking at him, he asked gently: "Mingyue Cliff is born from the ground, steep and helpless, why did you climb this Mingyue Cliff?"

Qi Longsong replied happily: "I saw a very beautiful purple flower, seeing her grow through the cracks in the stone, it must be difficult to last long, and I want to bring it back to be planted."

"A flower, regardless of safety, really taste first, do you know the origin of the name of this flower." The old man asked, with an inexplicable joy in his heart, this joy was very thin, like a cicada's wings, and the old man understood that he was waiting for an expectation that had no result.

"I don't know, I just know that this flower is very beautiful, so I want to pick it." Qi Long Song replied briskly.

"I see, why should we have known each other before, how good it would be if the old man could have such insight earlier" The old man wanted to speak, but his face was touched, and there was a sadness in his heart.

Qi Longsong looked around, and suddenly a thought quietly rose, and asked suspiciously: "Grandpa, what are you eating on the mountain!"

The old man's sleeves were empty, and he flew with the wind, as if telling a tragic past. Suddenly, hearing Qi Longsong's curious question, the old man raised his head and looked at the sky, a faint smile appeared on his face, and then asked gently, "Is the little brother hungry?"

Qi Longsong touched his stomach and muttered: "I'm not hungry, my stomach still hurts, but in such a high place, there is nothing planted around, what do you eat"?

The old man was still looking at the sky, the joy on his face stopped on his face, Qi Longsong had never seen such a peaceful and happy joy, just staring at the old man stupidly.

After a while, the old man turned his face away and said whimsically: "From the sky, hahaha"!

When Qi Longsong heard this, from the sky, the old man actually said such wishful thinking, and he couldn't help laughing.

After the laughter, the old man and Qi Longsong both fell into silence, very quiet silence.

There was a fresh silence between Qi Longsong and the armless old man. This silence is like an early bird barking in front of the window for a long time, and suddenly, there is a silence outside the whole window, and the silence makes people look forward to it.

Qi Longsong's body can move, but there is still pain in the body, every time he moves, Qi Longsong's body has to twitch, and Qi Longsong does not have any painful sound because of this.

Quiet, Qi Longsong and the old man saw that it was still fresh and quiet, the sky was clear and cloudless, quiet and empty.

Qi Longsong closed his eyes, seriously feeling the empty tranquility.

Suddenly, there was a pleasant sound like a brass bell in the sky. The voice was lonely and high, falling from the sky. Qi Longsong jumped up, stood up, looked at the sky, and searched for the lonely but shocking voice. For Qi Longsong, this voice seemed to be Yu Boya's hand, plucking Qi Longsong's heart.

Again, the sound was extremely thin, like silk, but it was extremely pleasant to the ear. Qilongsong looked up, and in the vast sky, there were wings as strong as pine. There was another whisper, but the sound was extremely thin, but it didn't hurt the ears, it was a kind of warm sound.

Qi Longsong stood respectfully in place, and only after half a sound did he murmur two sacred words "Eagle" from his mouth!

I saw the eagle flapping its wings twice, grabbing a rabbit, and stopping on the cliff.

The armless old man seemed to see an old friend, with a faint joy on his face, and said to Qi Longsong: "You come and deal with the rabbit, if I deal with it, you may not be able to eat it." The old man deliberately shook his sleeves when he said it, and signaled to Qi Longsong that he could only handle the rabbit with his feet.

Qi Longsong didn't see the old man's subtle movements and expressions, but just looked at the eagle in front of him in awe and didn't move.

The old man looked at Qi Longsong's expression of admiration and surrender, and couldn't bear to disturb it, but in the end he was embarrassed and said: "Little brother, it's very rude to look at the condor like this, come here and peel this rabbit clean."

Qi Longsong came back to his senses, looked at the rabbit, and suddenly realized what the old man said yesterday: "From the sky, it really came from the sky"!

The old man still looked at the Condor, his heart full of infinite pity.

After Qi Longsong finished peeling it, he muttered: "Do you wash it", and after asking, he immediately regretted it, where did the water come from in such a high place as Mingyue Cliff.

"Go to the high altar"!

Qilong Songden was stunned, looked at the high altar incredulously, and asked in confusion: "Where did the water come from!"

"The Bright Moon Cliff is towering into the clouds, and the water vapor condenses at night, so on the high altar, there is water all the year round, and among the peaks of the general high mountains, there is often a phenomenon of water vapor condensation and water all year round."

Qi Longsong suddenly realized, and after cleaning, cut it into thin slices with a knife. muttered, "Eat it raw"?

I saw the old man's sleeves wave, and a handful of withered vines came in an instant, and then said solemnly: "Please enjoy the eagle first"!

Qi Longsong tiptoed forward with the meat, trembling.

I saw that the Condor was in sight for a moment, and then raised his head and stared, don't look over, and don't take Qilongsong in his eyes at all.

Qi Longsong stood there awkwardly, carrying the meat uneasily, but he didn't expect that he didn't even have the qualifications to feed the condor.

Whew! A wisp of fire rises.

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