At the end of the day, Yi Heng woke up on time.

The same sense of urgency in the soul seemed to urge something, but this sense of urgency is especially evident in times of crisis, and it doesn't matter now, the support is over.

Yi Heng didn't expect that this half a month would be the most stable day since he crossed over.

Although the Taoist priest still has a cold face, although the so-called aura still can't be sensed, although he doesn't know what he will experience on the road ahead.

But there is no need to face the threat of life and death all the time, and that is enough.

This cultivation did not make Yi Heng discover more, the air is still air, but the legs seem to be adapted to sitting cross-legged, and he does not feel numb for an hour or two, but his waist is still stiff.

A pebble suddenly flew up from the ground and hit him on the forehead.

He's already been beaten once, how can he let him get his wish?

In addition, the speed of the stone is not fast, so he turned his head, let go of the stone very chicly, and turned his head to look at the Taoist priest.

Seeing this, the Taoist priest's eyes seemed to be slightly displeased, but then dimmed.

"Let's hit the road. ”

The Taoist priest still didn't bother to speak, stood up, and slowly walked towards the mountain.

Yi Heng let the joy of the stone disappear the moment he saw the Taoist priest's eyes.

That look made him feel frightened, and then he thought of the small fireball, and then he thought that the seemingly indifferent Taoist priest in front of him was really indifferent.

After a few days of getting along, he temporarily forgot the fact that the Taoist priest could kill him casually.

If you let the stone this time, will you let the fireball next time?

Yi Heng couldn't wait to slap himself twice.

"From now on, when dealing with others, we must not be clever or deceived by appearances," he thought to himself, "especially with those who threaten my life."

The day passed again in stops and turns, and when night fell, they finally crossed the mountain, and from the bottom of the mountain they saw a winding road through the mountains and into the distance.

Although Yi Heng didn't know where the royal capital was, he knew that the destination of the Taoist priest must be the end of this road.

Sitting alone by the fire in a daze, the Taoist priest meditated against a large stone, not knowing whether to fall asleep or not.

On this day, the Taoist priest also did not say a word.

On this day, Yi Heng was the same as before on the surface, but he was already very vigilant in his heart.

Tonight's cultivation was as if he had returned to his first cultivation, not only was his mind not quiet, but he was even listening to the sounds around him, whether he was guarding against wild beasts or Taoist priests, and he found that all this was actually superfluous.

Tomorrow I guess I will be able to walk on the big road, maybe I will never be able to walk on the big road, what will happen tomorrow?

At that time, Yi Heng felt that the sense of urgency in the depths of his soul was irrepressible.

This is a phenomenon that only occurs when you are in a crisis, is there a danger to your life today?

Yi Heng didn't dare to ignore it, he had to do something, so he quickly got up, took advantage of the slight light in the east, and walked into the mountains and forests.

He didn't know that the Taoist priest was staring at his back, and the Taoist priest, who had always been resolute, hesitated at this time, and it was inappropriate to take this kid directly, and he seemed to owe him something in his heart, and now he just hoped that this kid would never return.

But he was soon disappointed, and an hour later, Yi Heng returned to the fire that had long been extinguished with a basket woven of tree vines on his back.

And this is the time to wake up every day by stones.

Half of the wild fruits were in the basket, but not enough were picked in a hurry.

When the Taoist priest saw Yi Heng coming, he didn't say anything.

Standing up slowly, with words in his mouth, his right hand stretched out on his head, and his palm waved to the top of his head, feeling a stream of air passing from head to toe, and the Taoist priest swept away the dust all over his body, as if he had taken a bath and changed his clothes.

Yi Heng was not surprised, although he was very envious, but how dare he ask more?

The way down the mountain seemed to be much slower, and after two days, I finally got on the main road.

It is said that it is a big road, but it is not gentle, with potholes, stone bags can be seen at any time, only four people can go in parallel, and can barely pass two carriages, but this is a world of difference for the situation that there is no road in the mountains.

Therefore, the Taoist priest did not rest, even if it was late, only relying on the moonlight, he walked forward along the road.

Yi Heng looked at the back of the Taoist priest behind the Taoist priest, unlike in the mountains and forests, turning left and right, the Taoist priest walked so freely on this road, the slightly wider Taoist clothes swayed lightly with the night breeze, and the thin and tall back image was integrated with the night at any time.

He quickly followed, but the already ragged military uniform hung on his body like some strips of cloth, the trousers were slightly better, at least he could tell that they were trousers, and the shoes were already torn and could not be worn, only barely tied with weeds.

The basket on his back was still there, and there were still plenty of wild fruits, enough to eat for a day or two, but since the Taoist priest's injuries stabilized, food no longer seemed to be a concern for the Taoist priest.

The sweat and dust on his face were mixed with the hideous scars, and he was covered in scars, and he eagerly chased after the Taoist priest.

There is no need to compare with the dust and freedom of the Taoist, Yi Heng now looks like a bandit, and he is also the most vicious, but he deeply knows that he, a vicious bandit, will be killed by the Taoist priest anytime and anywhere, and the Taoist is the real thief.

Therefore, I didn't dare to go far or close, and followed the Taoist priest from afar.

The things left by the Taoist priest in his mind have not been expelled yet, although he didn't feel any discomfort, but the power of the immortal cultivator has long made him dare not make a mistake.

The induction of aura has not yet been half a score, although the formula is there, but I don't know when it will be cultivated, once I leave this Taoist priest, whether I can meet immortal cultivators in the future, whether I can set foot on the road of cultivating immortals is really difficult to say.

So he followed from afar.

I was afraid of losing my life, but I also wanted to pursue this rare opportunity to cultivate immortals.

I don't know if the Taoist priest's leg injury has healed, or if he is a big roader, this rush has been going for two hours in a row.

When the moon was in the west, the Taoist priest took care of himself and sat cross-legged on the side of the road to find a big stone sheltered from the wind, as if he was cultivating and as if he wanted to sleep.

Yi Heng wished he could rest early, and the long journey made him think that his strong physique was a little unbearable.

The weeds tied to the shoes have long been worn off, both shoes are no longer worn, the toes of the left foot are all exposed, and the heel of the right foot has long been cracked.

He simply threw away the clothes that had become strips of cloth on his body, simply threw away the shoes that he didn't wear at all, and was shirtless and barefoot, and didn't bother to meditate, so he lay down in the grass on the side of the road and fell asleep.

The moon sinking in the west burrowed into the dark clouds, the autumn wind was getting cooler, and the occasional raindrops fell on the dark earth and on his face, but he was unconscious in his sleep.

Before the time came, Yi Heng had already woken up.

Awakened by the rain, he was drenched before he could find a place to hide from the rain, and before he knew it, the rain was eager.

There was no place to hide, he curled up and squatted on the ground, with the intention of leaning against the big stone with the Taoist priest, but was denied by the fear in his heart.

Seeing that the Taoist priest was still sitting peacefully cross-legged, and the rain around him did not invade at all, he once again felt the magic of the immortal cultivator.

So he ignited the passion of cultivating immortals again and sat cross-legged in the rain.

"Maybe the aura is more sensible in the rain."