Fan Wu raised the gourd and pulled out the stopper, "The soul of the Bodhisattva dog, call you, do you dare to agree?"

The Bodhisattva looked at the gourd in Fan Wu's hand unexpectedly, "Yin Hu, how can it be in your hand, what is your identity?"

Fan Wu said noncommittally: "Who do you care who I am, didn't you say that you are very powerful, do you dare to agree?"

"Are you stupid for me to take a gourd and ask me to say yes? I may not be able to accept me, but I am not so stupid to take this risk. ”

Although the Bodhisattva didn't dare to challenge the rule power of the gourd in Fan Wu's hand, he didn't worry at all, because he knew that the function of the gourd was the same, as long as he didn't agree stupidly, there would be no, but he was just a little worried about the identity of Fan Wu who had the gourd.

"Hey, I thought that you, the soul of the bull fork and coaxing, wouldn't be afraid of my little squirrel, who knew that it was just a silver spear wax head, and he didn't even dare to say yes, coward. ”

Since the Bodhisattva Dog knows the gourd in his hand, Fan Wu knows that this weapon may not be used, but he still takes the opportunity to sarcastically say a few words to it, and it is best that it can't stand the stimulation for a while and agrees to a sentence.

Of course, the Bodhisattva Dog would not be affected by such a low-level agitation, so he did not respond to Fan Wu's boring words at all, and waved his paws again, this time in addition to waving, he also added a grasping action.

Fan Wu immediately felt that the space around him seemed to be fixed, and his movements became slow, as if he had felt when facing the Sky Swallowing Umbrella last time, but the impact was even greater than that time.

Fan Wu immediately put away the gourd in his hand, and then felt that the space around him had become an entity, pressing him so that he couldn't move at all, and his eyes saw the Bodhisattva dog's paws raised to the ground and made a gesture of throwing things.

Fan Wu and the space around him seemed to be cut out of the overall space, rising with the movement of the dog's paws, and then smashing to the ground at an extremely high speed.

"Boom".

Fan Wu was smashed off the platform, and the moment he landed, the solidified space around him was shattered, he was slammed on the stone ground, and he was shocked to vomit blood on the spot, but fortunately, his back hit the ground first, and it was not a serious injury.

But Fan Wu, who was just about to get up, felt that his side solidified again, his body rose, and he was smashed to the ground again, and he had no power to fight back at all.

After two close contacts with the ground, Fan Wu was smashed to the point of vomiting blood and dizzy, and the Bodhisattva Dog stopped his paws and said to him: "If you voluntarily hand over the Yin Hu, I will let you out of the battle." ”

"Let me go out of the battle, why do you go out of the battle, I want to kill you. After saying that, Fan Wu struggled to get up.

"The tone is quite big, since you are stubborn, then smash you into obedience, smash until you have no temper. Bogou didn't think that Fan Wu would admit defeat so easily, he just asked casually, and after speaking, he grabbed Fan Wu again and threw him on the ground.

After throwing it three more times, he looked at Fan Wu, who was already bleeding from his head and was injured, "Do you want to pay it?"

"Hand over your big-headed ghost!" Fan Wu replied with a heartfelt voice.

The bodhisattva dog did not speak and continued to throw.

After five times, "Do you want to pay it or not?"

"Fart!" Fan Wu, who had already broken a leg, was obviously out of breath.

After ten times, "Do you want to pay it or not?"

“... !" After another arm was broken, his voice was already faint.

After fifteen times, "Do you want to pay it or not?"

"......" Fan Wu, whose limbs were broken and his spine was injured, was already so angry that he couldn't even speak, but he just shook his head as hard as he could, and the amplitude was so small that the roots were almost imperceptible.

The Bodhisattva also began to admire this young man who felt that it was a little out of common sense, and he could endure the torture for so long, if other people had either given up or had been thrown to death, this person still had half a breath left, and he was still so hard.

But admiration is admiration, it should be killed or killed, the Bodhisattva looked up and saw that the crocodile lizard was desperately hitting the air barrier in front of him again and again, and then looked at the Yin Dog who was watching from the wall in the distance, and smiled disdainfully at it, as if he was laughing at it for not even being as good as a monster.

Retracting his gaze and looking at Fan Wu on the platform, he didn't continue to throw him this time, but grabbed a ball of space and fixed it into a sledgehammer and smashed it at him.

One, two, three......

Fan Wu on the ground was first smashed into blocks, then into sheets, and finally into a thin large piece spread on the platform, like a color oil painting, but it belonged to the freehand school, and it was impossible to see what the content was.

When the Bodhisattva started to smash, he was still quite happy to relieve his hatred, but after smashing dozens of hammers, he felt that it was not interesting, and after smashing forty or fifty hammers, he looked at Fan Wu, who had become a thin slice, and felt that he seemed to be a little too much for no reason.

It's not a one-level existence in the first place, why would I be so excited about smashing it? And it's a bit strange that I can't stop smashing dozens of hammers with a dozen hammers.

Looking at his claws, he shook his head and put this strange thing behind him, and grabbed it twice in the distance with a little bit of anger, imprisoning a shadow and a beast in the space without looking at them again, and finally glanced at the colorful paintings on the platform and slowly disappeared into the air.

After the Bodhisattva left, the cave on the third floor was left with only a stunned shadow dog, an angry crocodile lizard, and a platform that seemed to have been scribbled, both of which were locked in space like animals in amber.

I don't know how long it took, the 'oil paintings' on the platform have dried up and wrinkled, but fortunately, as long as there is no movement in the cave, there will be no wind, otherwise it would have been blown all over the ground.

Seven days later, the Bodhisattva Soul came back once, took one look at the platform, and took the Yin Dog with him.

A month later, the Bodhisattva came back again, also taking a look at the platform, this time taking the crocodile lizard.

A year later, the Bodhisattva came again, stared at the cracked oil painting on the platform for a long time, this time did not move anything, left the cave directly, and never returned.

There is no time in the mountains, the spring and autumn are lost in the cave, the stars are moving, the years are alternating, I don't know how long the years have passed, ten years, a hundred years?

In the confined space of the cave, the platform is still the same, and the 'oil paintings' on it have basically not changed much in the following days, except for the dry cracks and wrinkles of the first period.

The color is still layered, only a little yellowish, I don't know if the cave has been more humid recently, and some of the previously dry and cracked places have begun to re-merge.

It's just that the speed of fusion is a bit slow, but fortunately, the environment here is getting more and more humid, and later water vapor has appeared in the cave, and water traces have begun to appear on the ground.

After a while, the cave floor has been soaked in water, and the 'paintings' have completely rejoined and become the full state in which they were when they were first painted.

The water level rises slowly, and when it is immersed in the platform, the 'oil painting' attached to it is slowly peeled off and the platform floats in the water.

The 'oil painting', which was already a little yellowed, turned completely yellow after being soaked in water, because the water in the cave was muddy yellow, and if Fan Wu was still there, he would definitely recognize this as the stagnant water of the Yellow Spring that he used to improve his strength several times.

The 'oil paintings' soaked in the yellow spring water float around in the water, passively absorbing the dead air in the water.

Within a month, the surface of the 'oil painting' began to appear uneven and became a bit like a print.

In two months, the area of the 'print' became smaller, and the surface protrusion became more obvious, but it was still freehand, like a sand painting.

In three months, the content of the picture became three-dimensional, and the 'sand painting' became a mural.

Then the picture change stalled.

A year later, the figures in the 'mural' emerged, Fan Wu, with his eyes closed, naked and soaked in the yellow spring water, and all the clothes and items outside the body in the painting were melted into the water, and there was nothing left.

Including the ring he was wearing, the contents inside, and the token hidden in his arm were not spared, and he was now truly a single person, with nothing.

Although his body had recovered, Fan Wu still did not wake up and continued to soak in the water and float up and down.

The years were merciless, the white horse passed by, and after a while, Fan Wu still did not wake up, but the water level in the cave began to drop, although slowly, but continued to fall again and again.

In a few days, it fell below the platform, and I don't know if it was a coincidence or an arrangement in the dark, Fan Wu's body just fell back on the platform.

The yellow body exposed to the air began to return to its normal human body color, and when his face also returned to blood, Fan Wu's eyelids began to beat.

After the yellow spring water in the cave had just dried up, Fan Wu opened his eyes and looked at everything in front of him ignorantly, his mind full of question marks in capital letters.

Although the body was almost completely destroyed, and then soaked in the water for an unknown number of years, there was no trace of jerkiness after waking up, and all the movements were natural and smooth.

Fan Wu sat up and observed a circle, except for the platform where he was, there were no other items, and after walking around, the ignorance in his eyes faded and became confused.

'Where is this?'

After waking up, Fan Wu completely lost all his memories, his mind was blank, and he had no thoughts or cognitions about his existence.

Returning to the edge of the platform and sitting down, Fan Wu fell into deep thought.

Although he lost his memory, it didn't mean that he had become a fool, on the contrary, his brain was spinning faster than ever, and all his sense of touch and sensory sensitivity had increased several times compared to before.

It's just that he lost his original memory, and there is no reference on the scene, no matter how smart you are, you can't come up with a reason, so Fan Wu decided to go out.

It was only after standing up that he found that he had no clothes on him, but a very natural thought turned, and a gray-brown robe appeared on his body in an instant.

With a height of 1.78 meters, short hair, a gray-brown robe, and a pair of cloth shoes on his feet, he looks a bit like a monk with hair and practice.

Fan Wu is obviously a modern young man in the 21st century, but I don't know why, what comes out of my heart is such a style of dressing, is it the instinct after amnesia?

Another most amazing thing is that he can actually conjure a set of clothes out of thin air, which seems to be the ability of the legendary immortals, why would it appear on Fan Wu, who came back from the dead.

Of course, the current Fan Wu will not feel strange at all, for him now, it seems that this change skill is like eating and drinking, and it will be used naturally, without using his brain at all.

Fan Wu, who was dressed, stood in the middle of the platform, closed his eyes and felt the situation around the cave, then opened his eyes and walked straight to the cave wall on the right.

He didn't stop when he came to the cave wall, his body melted into the dirt of the wall like walking into a curtain of water, and he walked through it all the way, and after five or six minutes, his eyes lit up, and he had come out of the mountain and came to a small platform on the side of the mountain.

It was daytime, and what he saw was a small valley with beautiful scenery, and Fan Wu felt joy in his heart, quiet and peaceful.

Suddenly, I thought that I would simply settle down here, and I would not care about anything that would not restore my memory, and I would also be in charge of other trivial matters in the world, accompanied by a breeze, and it would be nice to be next to the mountains and forests.