Icy caves, burnt fish.

It is the firelight, and it has become a dispensable thing, perhaps the only meaning of its existence is to let Han Chuang and Nie Qingqing see each other's faces clearly.

The two looked at each other, looked at each other, and suddenly laughed at the same time.

Nie Qingqing pointed at Han Chuang's nose and said with a smile: "You are such a big person, how can you not even grill fish." ”

Han Chuang shook the charred fish in his hand, and said disdainfully: "You're not too small, you don't know the same, what do you say I'm doing?"

The two chatted with each other, mocking each other, an inexplicable emotion quietly breeding, and the narrow cave swayed with a sense of harmony.

Summer is the rainy season in Japan, and in the middle of chatting, suddenly a rolling thunder chiseled into their ears, and perhaps the dark clouds covered the moon, and the cold moonlight instantly dimmed.

Han Chuang frowned and said, "It's not good, I'm afraid this rain won't be small, and it will be a little difficult tonight." ”

In summer, there is little rain and light rain, usually a downpour mixed with thunder and lightning, and the temperature plummets, sweeping away the heat flow, but also bringing a slight chill.

Nie Qingqing said suddenly: "Do you think this is a test of heaven for us?"

Han Chuang touched the oil on his mouth, and said with a smile: "What kind of test? It's just a rain, we still have a place to shelter from the wind and rain, even if it's just a cave, we can be regarded as happy people." ”

He didn't realize that when the word happiness was mentioned, Nie Qingqing's face was sad.

The rain fell, slapping the rocks, making a "crackling" sound, as Han Chuang expected, this rain was not small, very big, so big that staying in the cave, there was also a feeling of palpitations.

The rain was like a curtain, falling overwhelmingly, and most of the cave was soaked by the rain that drifted in, leaving only a small piece of dry place for the two of them.

Han Chuang frowned, walked straight to the entrance of the cave, and found a random piece of shabby flat rock to lie down.

Nie Qingqing said: "Brother Han, why are you-"

Han Chuang waved his hand and said: "Your internal injuries can't be seen in the cold, most of my injuries are healed, and my physique is better than yours. The position where he was lying was just blocking the entrance of the cave, which was equivalent to making a screen for Nie Qingqing.

Nie Qingqing wanted to call him in, but the cave was narrow, and now she could only lie down alone, and if she pulled him in, it would definitely be crowded.

Although Nie Qingqing is a martial artist, she is a girl after all, and it is the nature of a girl to be shy, and she is no exception, so she has to let Han Chuang stay outside.

After a tiring day and no support from true qi, although Nie Qingqing had things in his heart, he couldn't stop the continuous sleepiness, and soon fell asleep in the wind and rain.

I don't know how long it took, she vaguely heard a "gurgling" sound, she opened her eyes and looked at it, but saw Han Chuang lying at the entrance of the cave, trembling, the "gurgling" sound was the sound of his teeth colliding.

Nie Qingqing couldn't help but feel a little guilty, and whispered, "Brother Han, come in." ”

Han Chuang said: "No need, the rain has stopped, and it is almost dawn." ”

Nie Qingqing raised his eyes and saw that the east was exposed to the white of the fish's belly, as if it was dispersed by this light, and disappeared without a trace, but after the heavy rain, the cold invaded people, heavier than the frost in the middle of the night.

The sunlight flowed at the entrance of the cave, reflecting Han Chuang's body, and his silhouette trembled.

Although the body of a warrior can withstand the cold, Han Chuang was injured in the front, if he said that he couldn't, it would be a lie, but sharing a room with a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl was a last resort, and if he was more intimate, wouldn't it be a bad person.

Although Han Chuang is not a good person, he also understands the importance of the women's festival in the Shenzhou Continent, and he would rather bear the toss of a night of wind and rain than dare to cross the thunder pond by half a step.

As the color grew brighter today, he breathed a sigh of relief, and lazily moved his almost locked joints, making a "crackling" sound like fried beans.

"Miss Nie, you rest first, I'll go out and find food. Han Chuang walked out of the hole, the light hit his eyes directly, he subconsciously blocked it with his hand, and only slowly put it down until his eyes got used to it.

A sunny day, a nice sunny day.

Han Chuang greeted Xiaofeng and took a deep breath, only to feel that his spirit was not extremely refreshed, and the pain in his body was also reduced a lot.

Nan'a Sword Sutra is really one of the best exercises to temper the body, he only practiced for a few quarters of an hour yesterday, and the displacement of the bones in his body was half better, and the whole person was a lot more energetic, but no matter how wonderful the Sword Sutra was, it didn't have much effect on the injury of the right arm, this hand was still drooping, and the whole arm had no intuition.

Han Chuang followed yesterday's route, went right after leaving the cave, and walked to the river.

After the heavy rain, the river rose slightly, originally only up to the waist, but now the whole person went down, and he couldn't touch the end, and the water was turbulent, Han Chuang didn't dare to go into the water, so he had to kill a few fish with stones on the shore, and then use long branches to pick them up.

Then he went into the woods, and picked some ugly fruits, and he didn't know whether he could eat them or not.

"Depending on the physique of the warrior, there must be no problem. Han Chuang thought, picking more and more naturally.

The sunny day after the rain is the most comfortable, the sun is everywhere, sprinkled on people, warm, so uncomfortable; Han Chuang's spirit is shocked, and people don't feel tired.

He thought that the firewood in the cave had been wet, and that the interference of the sinking had also soaked most of it, and he thought to himself, "I need to collect some firewood and hay and go back." "Swing your palm like a knife, brush a few palms, and a few branches will break in response.

Han Chuang tied the branches outside, filled the inside with hay, and carried it back the whole.

At this moment, the sun was already in the sky, and it was not far from noon, Han Chuang walked into the cave, only to see Nie Qingqing sitting cross-legged on the ground, deaf to his arrival, and not moving.

Han Chuang thought to himself: "It turns out that she is healing, but I didn't know that the effect was like this, my punch seemed to have dispersed her true qi, and it was not easy to condense her true qi in a few days." ”

He piled up the firewood at the entrance of the cave, put his feet full, and cautiously approached Nie Qingqing, only to see the martial soul green jade relics appear above her head, constantly turning, emitting blue light.

This blue light is quiet and peaceful, washing the soul, and Han Chuang's heart is swaying when he sees it.

At this moment, I saw Nie Qingqing's eyes open violently, and two red lights shot out of his eyes.

"Oops!

It is a taboo for a martial artist to go crazy, once it appears, it will regress in skill at least and endanger his life at worst, how can Han Chuang not be surprised.

As soon as he wanted to go up and restrain Nie Qingqing, he heard her shout: "Thief, take your life!" Qianqian's jade palm turned white and slapped at Han Chuang with one palm.

Han Chuang knew that Nie Qingqing, who had gone mad, regarded him as an enemy, so he could only smile bitterly and respond to the enemy in a hurry.

This palm, which was originally thought to be no threat, turned out to be extremely fierce, and the true qi contained was almost as strong as Nie Qingqing's heyday.

"She looked like a slender woman just now, how did she become a smart martial artist now, could it be that martial soul?" Han Chuang thought of the blue light that washed people's hearts, devouring the martial soul could help him quickly recover his true qi, so why couldn't the green jade relics help Nie Qingqing recover?

It's just that there were some problems in the recovery process, which caused Nie Qingqing to go mad and treat him as an enemy.

Han Chuang could only smile bitterly and try his best to resist, in his heyday, he was still able to suppress Nie Qingqing, but at this moment, he was seriously injured, his right arm could not be used, he could not hurt Nie Qingqing's life, and many killing moves could not be used, so he fell behind as soon as he came up.

Nie Qingqing, who went mad, regarded Han Chuang as an enemy, and shot mercilessly, one palm after another, the palm power was strong and extremely weird, like a three-inch golden lotus being handed out layer by layer, Han Chuang couldn't help but be a little in a hurry.

He was almost hit by Nie Qingqing several times, if it weren't for Nie Qingqing's tricks that didn't work tightly, he would have been killed by his palms.

At this time, there was no death, and there was only the ability to parry, and there was no power to fight back.

With difficulty, Nie Qingqing flashed three palms in a row in a serpentine step, and Han Chuang shouted loudly: "Miss Nie, it's me, I'm Han Chuang, not a thief!"

Hearing this, Nie Qingqing slowed his hand, the red light in his eyes dissipated slightly, and he muttered to himself: "Han Chuang, why am I so familiar with this name." He shouted, "Tell me, who is Han Chuang, and who are you?"

Han Chuang said: "I am Han Chuang, the person who fell into the valley with you, do you remember?"