When Liu Shanlin woke up, it was already noon the next day.

The sky was as clean as a wash, without a single cloud. The sunlight fell casually, passing through the dense branches and leaves, and imprinted patches of light on the body of Liushan Forest. He opened his eyes, blocked the sunlight with his hand, and frowned slightly. Then he immediately turned his head and looked at the emptiness not far away, only a pool of blood on the ground.

Liu Shanlin wanted to stand up, but when it came to the pain in his body, he gasped and sat on the ground against the trunk of the tree. He struggled to manipulate the soul mist in his body, and wondered, "Did that white cat run away?" There was no response from the mountains and forests, only the crisp chirping of birds and the sound of the wind shuttling freely.

Liu Shanlin gradually exhausted his strength, the sound of breathing became smaller and smaller, and he slowly fell asleep again, and the surrounding soul mist spontaneously entered Liu Shanlin's body to repair his body.

In a small town on the edge of the field, a begging down-and-out man was spit on the street by the shopkeeper, the shopkeeper was scolded by the guest because the beggar delayed the guest's serving and pouring wine, and the shopkeeper who seemed to be over half a hundred years old was in the room on the second floor with a young and beautiful woman in his arms and lamented his old age and weakness, and the woman who was hugged thought about how good it would be if she could stay young forever.

The beggar who was kicked out thought that he had been depressed for half his life, that he was trampled under his feet every day and insulted, and that there was no point in living, so he picked up the stones on the ground and rushed into the inn shouting. Xiao Er, who had just endured those ugly insults with a frown, looked at the beggar who rushed in, and became even more angry, punched the beggar in the face, and kicked him to the ground and knocked down several tables. The guests looked at the overturned table, and the invective became louder. The shopkeeper walked out of the room and shouted a reprimand downstairs, and the woman came to dissuade her and was rudely pushed away by the shopkeeper. The woman glared and pounced on the shopkeeper with her teeth and claws, leaving several nail marks on the shopkeeper's face.

In the corner sat a young man of about twenty years old, dressed in a dark brown gown and with a black ribbon tied back his hair. He took a sip of tea and threw peanuts into his mouth with his chopsticks. Seeing that Xiao Er still wanted to continue to kick the beggar on the ground, he held the chopsticks in his hand and lightly clicked, and a sharp stone pillar instantly drilled out of the floor and pressed against Xiao Er's throat.

Everyone panicked, you look at me, I look at you.

The young man threw the last peanut into his mouth, drank the tea in the bowl in one go, put some silver taels on the table, and walked to Xiao Er. Xiao Er stepped back again and again, bowed and said: "The young man spares his life, the little one knows his mistakes, and please don't worry about the villain." ”

The young man shook his head, stared at the beggar for a moment, then looked up and said, "The weak always like to bully the weak. With that, he walked out the door.

As soon as he walked out, he was pierced by the sunlight in his eyes, he closed his eyes and thought: I, Lu Moqing, will not become a weak person in this prosperous world, I will definitely try my best to climb high and enter Cloud City to cultivate and live forever......

The sky darkened, and Liu Shanlin was woken up by bursts of bird calls. He felt that the torn part of his body had improved a lot, but there was still a hole in his shoulder, and the soul mist swirled around his shoulder, slowly nurturing the bloody flesh to heal and connect. Liu Shanlin stood up and looked at the place where he was fighting with the white cat, leaving only the fallen trees and the potholed ground, and the white cat was nowhere to be seen.

He walked to the river and looked at himself unkempt in the river, picked up a handful of water and rubbed his face vigorously, then took off his clothes and walked into the river to wash the blood off his body.

After rinsing, Liu Shanlin changed into the clothes that Liu Ye packed for him, and then he closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, the soul mist around him was rich and majestic, and soon Liu Shanlin's body was surrounded by a circle of soul mist, speeding up the healing of his shoulders.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that Liu Shanlin's body finally healed, like a new life, and he felt that his body had become more tenacious, and the soul mist in his body had become richer. He exhaled and quickly inhaled the soul mist into his body.

Although he survived the battle, the Wood Man technique launched with essence blood eventually weakened Liushanlin, and the damage it caused was more lasting and profound than the physical damage. Liu Shanlin thought to himself, how could he put a monster in the Three Spirits Realm in his eyes. Then he shook his head, his eyes were firm, even if he did it again, there would be a place for me in Cloud City.

And at this moment, a black python demon came out of the bottom of the water, opened its bloody mouth and pounced on Liushan Forest. Liu Shanlin hurriedly retreated, squatting on the branches behind him on tiptoes.

The python demon spat out the letter, its pupils staring at the willow mountain forest, its huge body covered with inky scales, shining in the moonlight, its body coiled around the river, its tail flapping the water.

Liu Shanlin activated the soul mist, and the cyan light on his body covered his body like a thin veil. He tapped the branch at his foot and leaped out of the way, heading straight for the python. When he was in the air, a wooden spear condensed in his hand, and a cyan soul mist attached to the wooden spear made it even tougher and sharper. The python demon was still spitting out the letter in place, staring straight at the willow mountain forest.

Countless vines grew around the python and bound its huge body, leaving only a head outside. When Liu Shanlin rushed in front of the python demon, he jumped up, aimed at the python demon's head, and raised the wooden spear above his head and stabbed it hard. The python demon didn't move, just raised his head and looked at Liu Shanlin.

Liu Shanlin felt that something was wrong, and the wooden spear in his hand continued to stab at the python demon's head, and his heart moved slightly, and a sharp vine grew out of the soil and stabbed the python demon seven inches. Both, the head of the python demon stabbed by the wooden spear was instantly broken, and the vines were also instantly broken when it pierced seven inches into it. The python demon twisted its head and smashed Liu Shanlin into the woods. Liu Shanlin spat out a mouthful of blood, and turned around and ran away by the inertia of flying out. As he ran, he wondered why he had been so unlucky in the past two days.

Liu Shanlin didn't run far before he stopped, because he found that the python demon did not catch up, he looked back, the woods were dark and quiet, Liu Shanlin did not dare to stay longer, holding the red short knife taken out of the hosta in his hand, jumped on the huge trunk and wanted to continue running.

But just when Liu Shanlin was about to take a step, a trace of uneasiness flashed in his heart, and he immediately stopped. Then the trunk of the tree where he wanted to settle was bitten off by a giant mouth, and Liu Shanlin was in a cold sweat, and he was almost torn in half.

Before he had time to think about it, he turned around and ran. But the python demon silently appeared on the trunk of the tree where he was standing, and pounced on Liu Shanlin, who folded his hands and slammed them to the ground. He touched the position of his ribs, gasped, and his newly healed body was injured again, and Liu Shanlin laughed helplessly.