I don't know how many days I walked, how many canyons I crossed, and after a turn that looked no different from usual, the road in front of me suddenly opened up, and an unimaginably huge cave appeared in front of Mowgli.

A deep blue lake sleeps silently in the middle of the cave, and the snow-white sand covers the shores of the lake, stretching from under the towering rock walls to the lake, disappearing into the deep and quiet waters.

As far as the eye can see, the cliff wall of the lake shore is full of large and small holes, and the light and shadow in the cave are flickering, looming, and no one knows how deep and wide it is, and where it leads.

The smooth sand stretches on both sides, endlessly, until it disappears into darkness.

Countless beams of heavenly light leaked out of the darkness overhead, and were absorbed by the boundless darkness, leaving only bright spots, like the stars in the vast night sky, and like the night pearls inlaid on black velvet, quiet and soft, unchanged for eternity.

Mowgli suddenly felt small, as if he was in the vast universe. The crampedness and oppression brought about by dozens of days of trekking in the narrow cave were swept away, and the feeling of almost despair quietly dissipated, and it was extraordinarily calm.

"It's here. The old man stopped, a long-lost smile on his thin face. "This is Tianchi, the peak in the center of Tianchi is Zifu Mountain. ”

Wuji had enough eyesight, and he didn't see any peaks. Although there are dots of fluorescence on the surrounding rock walls, it is not enough to illuminate the entire space, let alone the Zifu Mountain in the center of Tianchi, which the old man said.

"Can't see anything?"

"Now I can't see it. The old man took out a compass-like object from his bosom, looked around, and put it away again. "In another five days, when the purple moon rises, the heavenly pool soars, and the thunder and lightning increase, you will see Zifu Mountain. Before that, though, we have to find a way to climb Zifu Mountain. ”

"How do you get there?"

"Of course you can't swim through. The water in Tianchi is cold to the bone, and you may get frostbite if you touch it. Mowgli, don't you think it's cold here?"

Mowgli felt it carefully and shook his head. It's a bit chilly here, but it's not as cold as the old man said. However, he believed what the old man said. Just look at the old man's pale skin and the frost on his beard.

"He's confused, he knows something. Ying Yiran deliberately pursed her lips and made a look of disdain. "I have to be reminded to even eat, and I am very proud to be called as a slave. ”

Wuji rubbed his nose and smiled smugly.

Along the way, he has been thinking about the operation mechanism of the two sets of meridians in Ying Yiran's body, and even thinking about it when he walks, he really doesn't have much time to do those chores. Fortunately, there is nothing to do except make a fire and boil water, otherwise Yi Ying's clumsiness in this regard is really a problem.

Ying also has the ability to make a fire, and making a fire is a trivial matter for her, and she can't even use the fire sickle and flint.

The old man smiled: "Have you figured it out?"

Wuji shook his head, a little disappointed. "It's always a little bit closer, and it's not foolproof. ”

"Maybe it's because you're not giving it your all. The old man said meaningfully: "Wuji, you have too many distractions. ”

Wuji smiled awkwardly and glanced at Ying Yiran. Ying Yiran blushed and turned her head away embarrassedly.

For more than a month, the old man has been thinking about problems, they spend a lot of time alone, and when no one is disturbing, it is indeed difficult for Mowgli to think without distractions. They always thought that the old man didn't know, but now they are somewhat embarrassed to be told by the old man.

"I mean, you shouldn't be focusing on martial arts. The old man said lightly: "Wisdom is more powerful than force." If you can comprehend the ultimate wisdom, you will have the power to change the heavens and the earth, and no matter how clever the martial arts are, what can you do?"

Mowgli was thoughtful, but a little unimpressed. In his opinion, the old man's thoughts were a bit wishful thinking. Wisdom and force are never incompatible, but complement each other.

Although he learned martial arts from Xiang Ying, he was a drunkard, not in wine.

Walking in the dark cave for dozens of days in a row, all he could see was the faint fluorescence emitted by the cave wall, and if he didn't find something interesting to relieve his mood, he would have gone crazy a long time ago.

Ying is the same, and the only one who can really be happy with this monotonous and almost pale life is the old man himself. In the past dozens of days, in addition to answering Mowgli's questions, he has spent most of his time meditating and meditating.

It is precisely under the psychological drive of this kind of loneliness that Ying Yiran will unconsciously open her heart and lungs, quickly accept him, forget the disparity in identity between the two, and get tired of laughing and playing with him whenever she has time, as if she has known each other for many years, childhood sweethearts, and two playmates who have no guesses.

However, there was no need for him to argue with the old man. He didn't apprentice, but the old man treated him as a disciple, and along the way, he didn't answer his questions. Showing due respect to the elderly is also the basic principle of life.

The old man saw Wuji's thoughts, and didn't say anything more, asking them to find suitable materials and make a ferry.

Placing the old man on the edge of the Tianchi, Wuji and Yingyi walked up to the mountain rock next to them and began to look for it. They searched for most of the day, and found that there was not even a single piece of grass in sight, let alone wood to build a ship, except for stones and stones.

"What can I do about this?" Ying Yiran was a little worried.

Wuji looked at the gray-white stones all over the ground, thought for a long time, and suddenly pointed to a boulder, and said to Ying Yiran: "You can hit it with all your strength." ”

"What for?"

"If this stone can withstand your full blow, perhaps, we can use it to build ships. ”

"How do you build a stone ship?" Ying Yiran glanced at him angrily, turned around and walked to the side. Wuji stood still and shouted: "Iron can build ships, why can't stones?"

Ying Yiran suddenly stopped, turned around, glanced at Wuji, and his eyes lit up. "yes, why didn't I think of that?"

"You think about national affairs every day, how can you think of these small things. Mowgli said half-jokingly: "Come on, try it, and use your best strength." ”

Ying Yiran gave him a blank look, walked back, and slammed the edge of the boulder designated by Mowgli with all his strength.

"Bah!" the boulder made a deafening noise, but it didn't break, not even a crack.

Ying Yiran was very surprised and slammed again.

"Bah!Bah!"

Ying Yiran slapped more than ten palms in one breath, and his breath was a little uncomfortable with his tiredness, and he couldn't make a single mark on the boulder. While wiping the fine sweat from her forehead, she exclaimed, "Wuji, this stone is strong, but this is too strong, how can it be taken down and make a boat?"

Wuji laughed and blinked, "Do you know what this thing is?"

"Isn't it just a stone?"

"No, it's not an ordinary stone. The old man came over and looked at the boulder, his eyes burning and his eyes shining. "This is a god bone. ”

"Divine bones?" Ying Yiran's eyes widened, and he raised his hand to cover his mouth, looking at Wuji, then at the old man, and then at the boulder.

"Yes. Except for the divine bones, what else can withstand your full force and not even a trace?" The old man stroked the divine bones, and his eyes, which had always been ancient, became warm. "Such a large piece of divine bone, although the texture is average, it is really rare. ”

Ying Yiran was completely stunned.

Wang Xicheng, the national teacher of the wind, sent a fingernail-sized divine bone to Wuji, which was enough to make Wuji invulnerable. This piece of divine bone is four or five zhang high, two or three zhang long and wide, if it can be transported out, it may be a bit exaggerated to say that it is priceless, but there is no doubt about the sensation in the world, I don't know how many forces want to grab the head for this divine bone.

Even Ying, as a princess, has never cared about wealth, and she was stunned to see such a large piece of divine bone at this moment.

After walking around the god bone a few times, Ying also calmed down. How can such a hard divine bone be dug out and turned into a ship?

"Mowgli, what can you do?"

Wuji refers to the fine white sand grains by the lake, and the corners of his mouth are slightly raised. "Although the divine bones are hard, it is not impossible to do nothing, otherwise, so many divine bones will not turn into fine sand. ”

"These fine sand ......" Ying Yiran's eyes widened again and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. “...... It's all made of divine bones?"

"Yes, no matter how hard the divine bone is, it can't compete with the power of time. The old man sighed, looked around, and sighed.

"I think that in addition to the power of time, there is also the power of water and fire. Mowgli picked up the topic of the old man. "Sir, you seem to have said that every year on the fifteenth day of August, the heavenly pool soars, and lightning and thunder roar?"

The old man pondered for a moment, nodded, and turned his head to look at Wuji, with undisguised appreciation in his eyes. "Mowgli, it's still your quick thinking that you discovered the connection. I'm too old to notice this. ”

Ying Yiran also understood, and couldn't help laughing.

Mowgli's approach is simple. Since lightning and icy water in the Heavenly Pool can turn the bones of the gods into fine sand, he can also use fire and the water of the Heavenly Pool to carve the bones into a boat.

As soon as he said and did, Wuji first made a spoon out of stones, and then used a stone spoon to scoop water from the heavenly pool and poured it on the hot bones of the gods who were roasted by the fire spewed out by Yingyiran. The divine bones were stirred by the cold Tianchi water, and a crack suddenly cracked, and the stone skin fell off piece by piece like cracked skin.

The two of them breathed fire and watered it, and it took most of the day to finally peel off the divine bones from the rocks and drag them to the edge of the Tianchi water, so that they no longer had to run back and forth dozens of steps away to scoop a spoonful of water.

After being busy for most of the day, the two of them were tired and half dead. Especially Ying, after spraying the fire for too long, she almost collapsed, she didn't even have the strength to eat dinner, and she didn't want to move when she fell down.

Wuji was also very tired, plus there was nothing to make a fire except for stones or stones nearby, and the water in Tianchi was as cold as ice, so he couldn't drink it at all, so he simply sat next to him, threw the purple blood Longzhi to Ying Yiran, inserted the wooden needle into the Baihui acupoint, closed his eyes, and began to rest.

Although Ying Yiran was lying beside him, within reach, he was so tired that he didn't have any thoughts, and soon fell asleep.

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