When people describe toughness, they often mention the green trees rooted in the rock wall, insisting that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks; When people describe their indomitability, they often compare themselves to the boulders in the mountains, carved out of the mountains with thousands of hammers, and burned in the fire.

However, in the face of such a natural disaster, both trees and rocks are extremely fragile, small and unbearable, and those that are rooted here are uprooted, standing still, and easily pushed.

The powerful mudslide broke through all obstacles and poured down to the bottom of the low mountain, destroying everything in its path mercilessly, leaving only a mess and devastation.

Finally, the first wave of the mudslide rushed to the bottom of the low mountain, where a huge ditch that had been cut by countless sword qi was waiting to meet its impact.

It is impossible to force the ditch with this, so the ditch does not run straight north-south, but extends from the northeast to the southwest, mitigating the mudslide impulse and directing it to a lower terrain direction as much as possible.

The torrent of mud smashed into the deep ditch, and the moment the violent momentum hit the bottom of the ditch, it instantly stirred up several zhang high muddy water waves, and the waves were blocked by the other end of the deep ditch.

But the part that was raised fell on a few low houses on the edge of the village, and the houses that were smashed in an instant collapsed, and the courtyard walls made of bricks and stones and the wooden frames supported the houses, and they couldn't withstand even the slightest aftermath.

However, the mud torrent is not wave after wave, but one after another, followed by a steady stream of mud pushing the front wave to continuously impact the ditch wall.

Under the diversion action of the ditch, most of the mud hits the ditch wall and buffers part of the momentum, and then turns along the deep ditch and flows to the lower southwest.

However, the remainder, although the momentum is no longer so strong, is still an unbearable disaster for the small village.

An unstoppable torrent of mud tore down house after house, destroying the only homes of the villagers who had lived here for generations.

Although people are merciless in natural disasters, they will not be merciful because of the poverty and diligence of these villagers, nor will they consider whether the villagers will be displaced after their homes are destroyed, and even the villagers who are running a little slower will also be swept into the rolling torrent, and there is no possibility of survival.

From Wei Feng's point of view, Liu Cun's efforts were useful, at least he steered most of the torrent of the mudslide to the southwest, and even if the remnants still broke through the deep ditch and crashed into the village, at least the momentum eased a little, and the amount of mud was not so sufficient.

These changes, coupled with his previous shouting warnings, have saved dozens of lives, as well as some houses further north, but most of the slow elderly and unattended young children are still inevitably buried in the mud.

Liu Cun was already far away from the ditch, and was standing on a house somewhere, his face pale but his arms red, and he couldn't do anything as he watched the villagers be swallowed up by the mudslide.

Originally, he tried to stop the mudslide and try to save the lives of these ordinary people under the natural disaster, not because of how strong his compassion was, nor because he had compassion, but simply because he remembered that Master had said that he should stand up at this time.

He had done his best, and now that the meridians and internal organs of his whole body were injured because the output of Yuan Force was too violent, and the Yuan Force in his body was almost dry, he had already fulfilled what Master asked of him.

Without the assistance of the healing elixir, it would take several months just to repair the injuries in his body, and the progress of his cultivation would be delayed even more, and no one on the side could say that he had not done his best.

His expression had returned to the indifferent appearance that Wei Feng had when he first saw him, but his heart was not as calm as it was on the surface.

He thought that he would not be happy because he had saved some of the villagers, that he would not regret that he could not save all of them, and that he would not grieve at the loss of these villagers, but in fact, these emotions are now surging.

He forced his expression back to a state of indifference, thinking that this would bring peace to his heart, and he forced himself to turn away, not to look at the place again, to tell himself that it was none of his business to see what happened here.

Perhaps after this catastrophe, the survivors who were lucky enough to see him make his deeds a legend in this place, but this has nothing to do with him, he told himself that he was just remembering his master and acting according to his teachings, nothing more.

Liu Cun actually didn't quite understand why Liu Yong asked him to come forward at a critical moment, he was just acting according to his master's request, but now, some emotions surged in his heart as if trying to tell him something.

He was abandoned since he was a child, and he didn't feel a little warmth from the rest of this world except for Yoo Yong, and the world treated him with indifference, and he also treated the world with indifference.

And Liu Yong will not be unaware of this problem, so in the first nineteen years, he took Liu Cun to many places, saw a lot of joys and sorrows, and took Liu Cun to see every side of heaven, earth, and people.

He knew that just a testimony could not increase a person's understanding, and he just let these engravings in Liu Cun's mind, and then tell Liu Cun what was right, what was wrong, and what should be done.

He knew that Liu Cun would act according to his requirements and teachings even if he didn't understand, and that was enough, because he knew that when what he saw coincided with what he did, Liu Cun would naturally understand.

Of course, the current Liu Cun didn't realize the master's intentions, and he didn't have much understanding, but he just felt some uncontrollable emotions surging out, which made him a little unable to calm down.

With the insight of the Demon Mist Rain, Wei Feng predicted the path of Liu Cun to rush back, and waited for Liu Cun somewhere in advance.

Seeing Liu Cun's first sentence, Wei Feng did not express his admiration and praise, because Liu Cun's demeanor made Wei Feng feel that he was a little unhappy.

So the first sentence Wei Feng spoke: "You are injured." ”

Not to mention that Wei Feng could observe Liu Cun's every move throughout the whole process, just saying that his body was abnormally pale and red now, the injury would not be too light.

Liu Cun didn't squeak, just nodded expressionlessly.

Wei Feng sighed, flipped his palm, and grabbed a glass bottle filled with red liquid from the void: "This is for you, drink it, it should relieve your injuries." ”

Liu Cun quietly looked at Wei Feng's eyes, and saw reluctance, helplessness and kindness, and did not ask him what this void ability was, nor did he ask what this liquid was, he went directly to the glass bottle, pulled out the cork and drank the liquid in the bottle.