In the blink of an eye, three days have passed, and it is the day of entering the mountain once in half a month, entering the mountain is mainly to pick herbs and hunt wild beasts, and the herbs and beast skins can be taken to the bottom of the mountain in exchange for daily living items, and the villagers live in the second half of the month depends on the harvest of entering the mountain this time. Therefore, the people who enter the mountain are very important, generally by the skilled young people in the village to go, 5 men and women, the male is mainly responsible for hunting, and the female is responsible for collecting medicine. ”

It usually takes 2 days to enter the mountain, and if you need to stay overnight, you need to prepare more things just in case, which is not difficult for people who often enter the mountain. Early that morning, the 10 young men entered the mountain. As for the cultivator, he was not a person from the village in the first place, and no one would have specially informed him about entering the mountain, so he naturally didn't know. He slept until noon, and when he got up and went to the village to look for Ling'er, he found that she was not there, and when he asked again, he realized that she had gone into the mountains.

After lunch, he began to cultivate in the cabin, and he had not practiced for several days, and he had not been able to calm down all afternoon, and he didn't know why he was very irritable, and he didn't practice at all. By the time Xiudao walked out of the cabin again, it was already evening, and in order to calm his mind, Xiudao wandered around the village, and through the past few days, he had basically recognized the people in the village.

"Huh~ Isn't this a trail?" a tall and thin middle-aged man in his forties looked at the cultivator through the window of the shop.

The monk recognized that it was Uncle Zhang, who was a carpenter in the village, and walked over. "Hello, Uncle Zhang. ”

"They all went into the mountain, why didn't you go?" Uncle Zhang stopped what he was doing, looked at the cultivator and asked.

"No one informed me, so of course I didn't know. The monk spread his hands helplessly.

"Huh~ I have seen that you and Ling'er have been inseparable these days, why didn't she tell you?" Uncle Zhang asked puzzled.

"I don't know. "Xiudao really doesn't know, when he was with Ling'er yesterday, Ling'er didn't say anything about going into the mountain today.

Anyway, he was idle, so he walked into Uncle Zhang's shop and looked around. Most of the shops are finished wooden tables, chairs, windows and farm tools, as well as untreated wood materials that are stacked in a corner. The monk simply glanced at the finished products, and he was not interested in them, but walked towards the pile of materials. "Uncle Zhang, are all the wood you do carpentry cut from the mountains?"

Uncle Zhang got back to work, glanced at the pile of wood and replied, "Of course, as long as the materials are not enough, I will go to the mountains to cut some, but these you see are not cut by me, they were picked up by my son Mengzi when he entered the mountain last time." It was the time when you were seriously injured and carried back, and I didn't throw it away because I thought the texture was good. ”

"Picked it up?" said Shudao squatted down, took one out of the wooden pile, and looked at it carefully. The incisions at both ends of the wood are flat, not like they were broken, but more like they were cut by a foreign object. "How can you pick up wood like this?"

"Hmm, what's wrong with this wood?" Uncle Zhang heard Xiu Dao ask, put aside the work in his hand, and walked over.

"Uncle Zhang, you are an expert, look at the incision of this wood. The monk said as he handed over the wood in his hand and began to examine the other wood, which was almost all cut like this.

"Strange, how can this incision be so smooth!" Uncle Zhang exclaimed after taking a closer look. "The machete can't cut such a flat incision, and I don't know where the fierce man picked it up?"

Since humans can't cut such an incision, and beasts can't do it, then there is only one possibility left, "Demonic beast!"

"What beast?" Uncle Zhang didn't hear clearly, but he obviously didn't pay attention to it, and put the wood back in its place, "Forget it, I'll ask him when the fierce son comes back." ”

Thinking of this, he hurriedly stood up, "Uncle Zhang, where is the way into the mountain?"

"There is a path to the north of the village, from where we all go into the mountains. Uncle Zhang pointed out the direction of the cultivator and teased, "What's the matter?

"Okay," the monk didn't explain much, and after leaving the sentence, he disappeared.

"Hahaha~ Young people nowadays, they are just anxious. ”

The monastic path turned into a black shadow and ran towards the north of the village. In the evening, there were few pedestrians on the road, and the path into the mountain appeared in front of him in a short time, and the cultivator rushed into it at a speed. The trails of the villagers ascending the mountain were still clear, and the monastic path followed the trails in the direction they walked. "I hope I'm overthinking!"

In a clearing on Mount Sneiger by a creek, men and women work together, with the boys setting up tents and the girls cooking dinner. In the past, everyone was laughing and laughing, but today the atmosphere is different, and everyone has a sad look on their faces. From the time they entered the mountain in the morning until now, they have not gained anything other than picking some herbs, not to mention wild beasts, not even the shadows of small animals such as rabbits and squirrels, and if this is the case tomorrow, then the village will have a sad life for the second half of the month.

Deep in the woods next to the camp, a dark shadow waited quietly, a pair of fluorescent green eyes silently watching them.

Since there were no wild beasts hunted, there were only wild vegetables for dinner, which was quickly ready, and everyone sat around the fire, eating a big pot of vegetables while discussing tomorrow's affairs.

What others were discussing, Ling'er didn't listen to a word, she was holding the wooden bowl in her hand a little absent-mindedly, and the handsome face of the cultivator actually appeared in her mind from time to time. To be honest, she was a little unaccustomed to not having him with her all day today.

And the black shadow took advantage of their meal, and quietly approached them, it swam among the trees, without making the slightest sound, and a pair of fluorescent green eyes had locked onto the target, the nearest target—Ling'er.

Ling'er was in a daze, completely unaware of the movement behind her, and the others didn't notice it at all. After moving to the appropriate distance, the black shadow suddenly moved, its upright body "swished" out, and its huge claws grabbed the bell and quickly retracted at the same time. Before the others could see and react, the black shadow and the bell had already disappeared.

The shadow didn't stop when he got his hands on it, but grabbed the bell and scurried through the trees.

Ling'er was completely stunned at first, and by the time she reacted, it was already several seconds later. "Ah~"

"Ling'er!" Hearing the scream, the other 9 people reacted, and the boys hurriedly took their hunting tools and chased after them, so far away that they could only see a dark shadow.

Ling'er was clutched, and the tighter she grappled, her screams became weaker and weaker, and she noticed that her breathing began to become difficult, and her chest tightened and she couldn't breathe. The lack of oxygen caused her consciousness to gradually disappear, and as she was dying, this image flashed in her mind:

"What is a martial artist, what is a fighting spirit? Can you tell me?"

"Of course, but only when I recover. ”

"Then we'll talk about it, and you'll have to tell me when the time comes. ”

"I promise. ”

This is a scene that takes place next to the wooden bed in the opinion cabin.

"Cultivator, you haven't told me what a martial artist is and what a fighting spirit is?" Ling'er muttered weakly.

At the moment when Ling'er was about to pass out, a black light fell from the sky and flashed in front of the black shadow.

With the scream of "hiss~", Ling'er only felt that her whole body was loose, her breathing suddenly became smoother, she slowly opened her eyes, and the handsome face of the monk actually appeared in front of her eyes. "I'm not going to die, am I?"

"Of course you're not dead, with me, I won't let you have anything to do, don't worry. Xiu Dao looked down at the bell in his arms and said with a smile, but his tone was extremely serious.

The moon had crept up into the sky at this time, and through the moonlight, Xiu Dao and Ling'er could clearly see each other's expressions, and this moment was very long and short.