Qin Yan tried to move his body, and suddenly found that the injuries on his body seemed to be more than half healed!

Immediately, he tried to sit up on the ground again, and he successfully sat up.

"Ahem......"

When he opened his mouth, he still couldn't make any sound, and his throat seemed to be blocked by a cloud of filth except for dryness.

"Tick Tick ......"

Faintly, he seemed to hear an intermittent dripping sound.

"There's water here!"

Qin Yan, who was extremely thirsty, was so excited that he stood up directly, stomped his feet lightly, and swayed along the direction where the sound came.

Along the meadow, he soon found a small dry spring.

The dry spring is backed by a mountain and has a huge stone above it.

On the stones, covered with many rattans, branches, and lush greenery.

After about a dozen breaths, a drop of spring water dripped from a crack in the stone.

The dripping spring water immediately seeped into the rubble heap in the dry well.

"It's a pity, it's a pity......"

Qin Yan sighed in pity, slowly sat down by the spring, and when the next drop of water fell, he immediately opened his mouth to catch it.

The droplets were small, and he only felt a sweet breath linger on his tongue for a moment, not only did not quench his thirst, but made him feel thirstier.

At this moment, looking at the dry spring, he has successfully made up a sweet and cool living mountain spring, the kind that will not be missing no matter how much he drinks!

Unfortunately, everything was imagination, and this imagination did not quench his thirst.

With a flick of his mind, another drop of water fell, and Qin Yan didn't have time to stretch out his head, so he could only catch it with his hand.

Xu is hands were too dry, but in an instant, water seeped into his chapped hands.

"That's not the way to go, I have to find something that can catch water, and I'm looking for a pilot......"

Thinking, he tried to summon the Iron Flute.

"Whew-"

At this moment, the flute listened to his summons again, and only heard the sound of the whirring wind, and the flute flew back to him from an unknown corner of his side.

"Maybe you can find the flying general by following the direction of the flute, this magic weapon, although it can't speak, but it is extremely spiritual."

Thinking about it, Qin Yan reached out and plucked a few large leaves, folded them into a simple cup shape, and placed them under the water dripping.

Then a relatively small cup was folded and placed in a large cup, just in case a large cup broke.

Then a relatively clean pebble is twisted and placed in the center of the cup to hold it down.

The mountain spring is quite small, but not very low, and the cup is pressed with small stones, and it will not be blown away by normal wind.

"Whew...... It's finally finished, and I hope to have a sip of water when I come back. Qin Yan stroked the iron flute and said secretly.

If it weren't for the fact that he was now extremely weak and didn't have the extra strength to cast spells, he would have climbed the mountain to find water by now.

"Iron Flute, Iron Flute, take me to find the flying general!" Qin Yan suddenly let go of the iron flute, and silently recited to the iron flute with a try-and-see attitude.

"Buzz ......"

The iron flute began to tremble slightly.

"Could it be that it can really understand me?!" Suddenly, Qin Yan showed a big smile, and the joy on his face was difficult to hide.

"Iron Flute, quick, take me to the pilot, the big stupid tiger who used to be with me a lot......"

Qin Yan was excited in his heart to express his thoughts to the flute.

However, the flute still only trembled, and had no intention of acting.

"Didn't you find the pilot? Then you can take me to the place you just was. He slowly let go of the flute and said tentatively.

This time, the flute moved, and it slowly broke away from Qin Yan's palm and floated forward.

"So you can really understand me!"

Unexpectedly, after falling off the cliff, this flute turned out to be a lot of inspiration!

Suddenly, Qin Yan felt that he was full of hope again, and immediately quickly followed the flute.

"Oops......"

Walking in too much hurry, he forgot his state at this time, and an accident caused the injuries on his body again, which made him frown.

The flute in front of him stopped very humanely, waiting for him to catch up.

"Let's go, I'm fine."

While he still had the strength, Qin Yan naturally wouldn't take this pain into his eyes, so he immediately slowed down his pace and continued to keep up.

One person and one flute walked forward so slowly, and after touching the incense for about a while, the flute stopped.

What catches your eye is an inconspicuous cave with a sandy area in front of it.

There were many large stones piled up next to the sand, and the sand was overgrown with weeds.

"It looks like this used to be a body of water, but for some reason this water dried up and became like this......"

While thinking about it, the flute had already slowly flown to the cave, and Qin Yan immediately followed.

Entering the cave, he immediately felt a gust of wind carrying moisture blowing in his face.

"Cool, so cool!"

Qin Yan, who hadn't touched the water for a long time, immediately excitedly unwrapped his clothes and opened his arms to meet the soft wind.

The moisture carried by the wind slowly infiltrates the skin, making his dry and itchy skin well relieved in time.

The wind blew all the way to the depths of the cave, and in less than a quarter of an hour, he reached the end of the cave.

At the end of the cave was another exit, through which he could see that the grass was still sparse outside, not much different from the one he had just entered the cave.

At the end of the road, the flute leading the way in front of him also took the initiative to fly back to him.

"This cave looks ordinary, and I don't know what the flute found here......

Qin Yan began to look at the cave carefully, but no matter how he looked at it, he didn't find anything special about the cave.

"I'd better go out and have a look."

Thinking about it, Qin Yan strode out.

"Buzz ......"

Just when he had an idea, the flute in his hand suddenly trembled violently, and then flew out of his palm, and it was horizontally in front of the mouth of the cave, trembling violently.

"Are you telling me not to go out?"

Qin Yan contacted Dizi and wanted to try to force his way through.

As soon as he reached the stone gate, the flute moved down again and stopped in front of him.

At the same time, it emitted a faint wave of mana, preventing him from forcing through.

"Okay, then I'll look for ...... again"

Qin Yan didn't have the extra strength to fight with the flute, so he simply turned back obediently and continued to search.

He kicked the broken stone on the ground every now and then, and his hand kept stroking the stone wall as a bulge or depression, hoping to find some mystery.

Suddenly, he touched a slightly raised place, pressed it casually, only to hear a sound of breaking the air, and suddenly a dense pile of sharp arrows flew out of the cave wall, and flew towards him with a brush!

"It's over!"

Qin Yan was horrified in his heart, and was thinking about whether he was going to explain here, when suddenly there was a whirring wind, and the iron flute that was stopped at the mouth of the cave suddenly flew in front of him like an arrow off the string, constantly waving the flying arrow for him.

"Boom-"

"Boom, boom—"

"Clanging, crackling—"

There was a constant sound of sharp arrows firing and breaking through the air, and the sound of iron flute arrows colliding.

Listening to the sound, you can know how fierce this arrow is, if it weren't for the rapid arrival of the iron flute, with Qin Yan's current body, I am afraid that he will not be able to breathe, and he will be inserted into a hedgehog by the arrow.

After dozens of breaths, the sharp arrow was finally launched, and Qin Yan was shocked into a sweat, and when he saw it, there was an extra layer of arrows on the ground.

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