Although Luo Shiyi Lang didn't see half a figure, his sixth sense told him that there was indeed a second person here. A gust of wind blows, this is not a natural wind, but an automatic spawn from people with high spiritual power, no matter where they go, they can set off fluctuations in the air within a certain range.

Luo Shilang's eyes were suddenly attracted by a flashing figure, and above him, a gray-haired old man appeared on a huge calcium carbonate crystal, a robe fluttering in the wind, and the long goat's beard, which outlined streamlined lines in the wind.

When Luo Shiyi Lang saw him for the first time, four words came to his mind: Dao Bone Immortal Wind.

Although Luo Shiyilang's body couldn't move, the position where the old man appeared happened to be within Shiyilang's line of sight, as if he was deliberately trying to let Luo Shiyi Lang see it.

"You can climb up such a high place, this old man is no ordinary person, looking at him dressed like a god in the sky, looking at his appearance is kind, kind and kind, he is definitely not a person who does evil, now I am saved!" Luo Shilang suddenly became happy in his heart. Hey, old man, who are you? Luo Shiyi Lang shouted at the old man in white with all his strength, but his voice was still not very loud.

"Didn't you say that I was a god in heaven? The old man seemed to be able to hear what Luo Shiyi Lang was saying in his heart.

How do you know what I'm thinking?" Luo Shilang asked in surprise, obviously shocked. But there was still no fear in his heart, because the expression presented by the old man really could not be reminiscent of even the slightest face of a bad person. It's like his grandfather is frolicking with his little grandson.

The old man didn't answer Luo Shilang's question, but just touched his long beard and laughed a few times, the voice was so clear that it seemed to be able to penetrate the clouds and resound through the universe. There is a kind of sacrosanct majesty. It sounds like a sense of security.

Luo Shilang didn't see how he came down from such a high place at all, and appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye. The white-haired old man stood beside Luo Shiyilang, and Luo Shiyilang, who was lying on the stone, looked at the ground and felt that the old man was really a tall mess, and he was simply a legendary towering sky. The wind blew the robe and made a strong sound, and Luo Shiyi Lang heard it clearly.

"Young man, how did you fall from above?" the old man still had a pleasant face and kind eyes, and he asked Luo Shiyi Lang as he pointed to the cliff above him.

Luo Shiyi Lang didn't speak, just looked at the old man. kept looking at it like this, and the old man didn't speak, as if he was waiting for Luo Shilang's answer.

After a while, Luo Shiyi Lang still didn't say a word, still looking at the old man with a relaxed expression on his face. The old man finally spoke, and asked again: How did you fall from above?

"I've already answered you," Luo Shilang said with a smile.

There seemed to be a look of surprise on the old man's face: Why didn't I hear it?

I've answered you several times in my heart, can't you hear the voice in my heart? Luo Shiyi Lang said with a smile, happy like a child, as if he was playing a game.

"Oh, ha You stinky boy, you dare to play tricks on the old man!" the old man paced up on the big rock, his hand constantly stroking his beard, and let out a high laugh as he went, as if he had not laughed in a thousand years. A voice that penetrates the chest cavity from the heart.

"Well, then I'll let you guess what's going on in my mind. You guessed it, and I'll grant your wish. The old man said with a radiant face.

Hey, this old man is so cute, I don't know if he's here to save me!

Luo Shilang's eyes paused for a few seconds, pretending to be thoughtful. After a while, he said: The old man is here to help me relieve my pain and take my life.

At that moment, the expression on the white-haired old man's face stiffened like a dry and brittle leaf. I'm not here to take your life!

Just when the old man didn't know what to say, Luo Shiyi Lang smiled evilly and said: "Okay, old man, I know that you are here to help me, and I will make a little joke with you!

The old man smiled with relief, touched his beard and said, and then turned his eyes to the distance, and a bird suddenly flew up from the top of the tree, because it was too far away, I could not hear the sound of flapping its wings, but I think the sound must be lonely to the marrow, and no one will care about it. There was indescribable sadness in the old man's eyes, as if he was preoccupied, and he lowered his head to look at Luo Shiyilang, and thought in his heart: This child, in this case, can still talk and laugh with the old man, pretending to be relaxed, and he is worthy of having the soul of a dragon among people. Broad-minded, talented.

The heavens will descend on the people, and they will suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, and empty their bodies. The old man looked at Luo Shilang and nodded imperceptibly. Then he squatted down, looking very serious, staring at Luo Shiyilang's eyes, his eyes were empty, unearthly, and absolutely extraordinary. The old man said: Are you really curious about my identity?

Luo Shiyi Lang also looked directly into the old man's eyes and said seriously: "I am only curious about what kind of method you use to heal me.

Haha Because the time has not yet come.

I already knew the truth! Luo Shilang said this sentence without even thinking about it. People like you who are mysterious and unpredictable always like to play this boring game with others, and complicate what was originally very simple to death, for fear that as soon as it is simple, others will run away, and they will no longer pay attention to you, and they will no longer play with you.

The old man smiled: Okay, don't be poor with you, you post-90s generation is just incomprehensible. The appearance of the old man is destined in your wheel of life, and only the old man can help you survive this catastrophe. The old man is going to take you to a place now.

The old man stood up, and suddenly there was an extra stalk of floating dust in his hand, and with a light wave of his hand, Luo Shiyi Lang actually saw a burst of white mist coming out of the stone slab under him, more and more, in a short moment, those white mist actually submerged themselves in it, as if the whole person was lying on a clean white cloud. So real, so dreamy.

With a wave of the dust in the old man's hand, Luo Shiyi Lang felt that his entire body had lost weight, and he actually flew up, lying on the clouds that were softer than the woolen carpet. Is this the legendary Soaring Clouds?" Luo Shilang asked in surprise in his heart. Since he was lying down and couldn't move, he couldn't see how high he was at the moment, and he didn't know how fast Lu Dao was flying now, but judging by the force and direction of the air flow that slapped his face, Luo Shiyi Lang had a general feeling in his heart.

He couldn't hold back any longer, and finally shouted loudly to the old man standing next to him with a leisurely face: Are you really a fairy in the sky? Can you tell me which way you are a god? I want to take a photo with you, I want to send **, there are pictures and truths!

The old man smiled helplessly, and continued to look at the smaller and smaller land under him, and the land was an endless sea of forests. It was as if the entire world was occupied by forests.

The white clouds carried the two of them towards the cliff of a high mountain, and all the clouds floated below the cliff, leaving only a small sharp horn above to be exposed to the eye. There were some green pines scattered on it, pulling out of the cracks of the rocks without land, and stabbing arrogantly at the heavens. There was a big pure white bird standing on the black rock where the wind was strongest, and when he saw the old man standing on the clouds and flying, he kicked the rock under his feet hard, and spread his huge white wings like cheese and flew up, as if to welcome the old man's return. That bird, which looks too much like the crane in the movie, is unreal.

The clouds loaded Luo Shiyi Lang into a pitch-black cave, as soon as he entered the cave, a cold cold wind swept through his entire body, Luo Shi Lang actually convulsed, this was the first action since he fell off the cliff, the first time he felt that the nerves were still there, and he could still react to the outside world. Although the command came entirely from the spine, it was a good sign after all.

As we continued to fly, the cold wind continued to cover our bodies, and the sound of rubbing against the air in our ears and the whirlpools that formed in our ears were all visible on the eardrums.

It's just that the cave is too dark, and there is hardly a trace of light, even if it catches a cat, its eyes are not good, and it can't see the situation in the cave clearly, and it can't see clearly at all. However, Luo Shilang could see a little clearly, some outlines, because his habits were more or less like snakes. A thousand times more resilient than humans.

The cross-section of the cave basically presents a regular circle, but the radius of these circles is not uniform, the length and length are short, some places are very narrow, and some places are surprisingly wide, like a cultivation dojo.

The sky outside the cave is getting dark, the mortal world is sinking into the depths of the black tide, even the heartbeat has become cautious, and all kinds of green eyes in the forest have come out of the cave to start a new day, and the killing of blood swelling has begun, and the simplest but no one can understand the survival has begun. The top of the mountain, above the clouds, was soaked in a green tide, and they told me it was the result of your tears fainting.

The outer world realm was plunged into darkness, while the inner world realm lit up. The old man took Luo Shiyi Lang to stop in a rather large empty room, the clouds under him disappeared, and Luo Shiyi Lang's back lay flat on a huge Xuan Ice Stone. The Xuanbing Stone is a thing of the Immortal Family, but it has appeared several times in the mortal world in history. At that time, a Nanban tribe made it into a small bowl to pay tribute to Qin Shi Huang, although the bowl was small, but it was deeply loved by Qin Shi Huang. When you use that bowl to hold the wine, there is always a refreshing temperature in the wine, and that kind of cool and silky feeling is by no means artificially created. Later, the bowl was included in the collection and entered his underground palace with Qin Shi Huang. Underground Imperial Tombs.

When Luo Shiyi Lang was lying on the Xuan Bing Stone, he had a second feeling in his spine, a dreamlike coolness penetrated through every pore of his body and went straight into his body, and there was a feeling of bypassing all the defenders, completely ignoring the existence of the goalkeeper, and getting up and screaming with one shot. Although man is a super fantasy animal, this coolness will never remind you of cold, your skin will not produce fine particles, your muscles will not tremble, and your adrenaline will not rise in the slightest.

Luo Shiyi Lang forgot about the pain, maybe there was no pain at all at the moment, he was completely engaged in enjoyment.

When Meng Li woke up, it was already dark, and he slept all night in the wilderness, on the fallen leaves that covered the whole forest in this cold early autumn, or more precisely, he should have been in a coma all night. It can only be said that it is fortunate that he was not discovered by the wild wolf, otherwise he would almost be used as fertilizer and moisturizer at this time.

Meng Li opened his eyes and saw the sky-like trees in the sky, the sunlight penetrated the gaps and sprinkled countless mottled and bright light and shadows at will, the morning dew condensed on the surface of the fallen leaves, and a thin layer was like a crystal broken by someone, shattered to the ground.

Meng Li supported the ground with his hands and slowly supported his body, the crystal dew droplets were sucked by the dry skin, sticking to it and wet, Meng Li didn't like this feeling the most, so he rubbed his hand hard on his clothes, hoping to bring back the temperature of his palm.

Hey, what about Kunyun? Meng Liang looked around with his head that felt several times bigger, and it was empty, only a few wild beasts haunted in his field of vision, I don't know if they had just come out to eat or were busy all night and were about to go back to the cave.

The stomach screamed several times in a row, and Meng Liang was hungry. So he wanted to find something to eat, covered his chest with one hand, limped and limped in a random direction and walked forward. There was still a chaotic thought of Kunyun in his mind. Missing, this thing sometimes torments people in pain, a thousand times more sad than an injured body.

After not going far, Meng Li met a woodcutter couple, who went up the mountain early in the morning to cut wood, and the dew had not yet dried! Yes, that's right, it's the word "eat" that makes Meng Li forget everything, and he is so hungry that he can't bear it.

In fact, when Kunyun left, he went straight back to Tianxing. Although he fell from such a high cliff, he was not seriously injured. When he returned, he didn't go to his brother first, but found two cronies, the man and woman who pretended to be woodcutters that Meng Li met. Kun Yun didn't know why he wanted to save a person who he wanted to kill just now, and why he had to worry about the life and death of an enemy, and this feeling made him unable to look at it directly. Perhaps, he was just afraid that the wild wolf would take him away, and he would not have a chance to kill him in the future. Who knows.

Luo Shiyi Lang lay on the Xuanbing Stone and forgot the time, but it was the old man's voice that pulled him back from his fugue.

"Let me tell you a story," the old man began.

Luo Shiyi Lang didn't speak, but just looked at him and motioned for him to continue.

Have you ever heard the story of Nezha cutting his flesh and returning his mother to his father?

I've heard it! I've seen it N times on TV. What's wrong?" Luo Shilang asked suspiciously, his eyes were as clear as black crystals.

Later, an immortal named Taiyi Zhenren rescued him and accepted him as a disciple. Luo Shiyi Lang continued.

Yes, that's right, then do you know how the Dao Taiyi Zhenren saved him? The old man looked at Luo Shiyi Lang with a smile.

It is to use lotus root... Luo Shiyi Lang didn't continue, and his voice was cut off in the air, like an abandoned bridge, hanging there alone.

After a while, Luo Shiyilang, who opened his mouth wide, slowly spoke: You don't want to use lotus root to help me... At this time, Luo Shiyi Lang realized the seriousness of the matter, and realized that his body had been...

He didn't dare to think about it anymore, it was a terrible thing, so terrible that almost no one could muster up the courage to face it, and no one wanted to say goodbye to his body that he had been with for twenty years.

The world in Luo Shiyilang's heart was collapsing, the streets were cracking, the buildings were collapsing, the dust covering the sky was slowly spreading, and the whole city was sinking, and gradually, the once familiar place, the track engraved with the mark of youth, and the bloody land that was looking forward to a grand plan turned into a ruin in an instant.

Wolf smoke everywhere.

Smoke of gunfire abounded.

A terrible cry came from the cave, startling the white crane perched on the red maple tree on the mountain cliff, flapping its wings a few times, fanning an even more lonely sound in the air, singing the song of despair in the wind, spreading down to the earth and sweeping the whole world.

The old man didn't tell Luo Shiyi Lang his name, and he didn't say anything about the rescue plan for Luo Shiyi Lang, but just told him to wait patiently for seven hundred and forty-nine days, and then he would understand everything and accept all this.

The gears made a dull sound, the wheel of fate had turned, none of us could stop, we were all involuntary dust, and we were all particles of constant effort in the world of despair.

Under the careful care of Liu Snake, a young genius divine doctor, Nan Jian's injuries quickly recovered as before, but the beds in the snake mound were vacant at once. The small cave became dark and silent, as if the whole autumn depression had begun in this small cave.

When Chen Xi'er happily visited the snake mound again, a thunderbolt from the sky shook the lunch she made for everyone, which she cooked carefully. The food was spilled all over the floor, and the smell was like an ignorant child jumping up and down with joy, making the whole cave a mouth-watering smell, as if it was very happy and warm, as if everyone had no reason to be sad, as if everyone should be like before, they should grab a small amount of meat, they should laugh loudly and unbridledly, so that their whole face is full of oil, and their whole hands are full of meat foam.

Everyone should be there, how can you be absent from the two without saying a word?

Do you know how to be polite? Why are you still like a child?

Chen Xi'er's legs were weak, and she collapsed as if she couldn't stand up anymore, muttering to herself, the tears in her eyes wetting her whole face, as if she had just washed her face and hadn't had time to dry it. The thin and petite body trembled, as if it was about to run out of temperature.

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