The Shrike Mountain is named after its shape, and there is a strange stone on the top of the mountain, which resembles the legendary fierce bird Shrike.

This mountain is not high, but more than 1,000 zhang, and the Yellow Mountain, Jiuhua Mountain and those famous mountains can not be compared at every turn, but standing at the foot of the mountain, it looks like it is still majestic and shocking, covering the sky and the sun. The afterglow of the setting sun is completely obscured by the mountain, and the top of the mountain and both sides of the mountain reveal a golden light, which sets off the shrike mountain very majestic.

Xifu stands at the foot of the mountain, and the mountain in front of you is almost at right angles to the ground, which can be called a cliff.

She decided to walk along the foot of the mountain, which she believed must have been tread by herb pickers or hunters, and if you were careful enough, you would be able to spot it. Tighten your shoelaces and leggings, stand up, and walk to the right side of the mountain.

There are a variety of plants growing on the side of the mountain, most of them ferns with broad leaves, but these clematis are much larger than the others, and they are the giants of the clemat ferns.

The common clemat fern is no more than two feet tall, but the fern here is seven or eight feet tall, and people walk in it as if they are walking in the jungle.

With an impermeable iron fern in front of you, soft humus under your feet, and a possible poisonous snake, it is very difficult to walk, and you use a kitchen knife to open the way as you go.

She had seen many poisonous snakes along the way, but to her surprise, these snakes ran away as soon as they saw her, as if she was terrible, perhaps because of the strange book in her arms.

After a while, Xifu was already drenched in sweat.

I don't know how long I walked, but I finally found a gap in the dense iron fern, and the grass inside was lodging, and there were footprint-shaped dirt on it, which seemed to be the bird path stepped on by local hunters or herb pickers.

Xifu stood up, tightened his backpack, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

If there is a bird trail, it is easy to do, which means that it can be walked. As long as the herb pickers and hunters can walk, she can walk in Xifu.

She drilled into the gap with a cat's waist, and when she entered it, the light suddenly dimmed, as if it was directly from noon to evening, and there was a chill in the air, and the forest was dense like a tent, and the light could not enter, and even the wind blowing through it was cool.

The trees are too dense, the visual distance is only three or four meters, as far as the eye can see, there are all tree poles, the ground is covered with thick pine leaves, and there are many pine cones in between, and some small saplings poke out of the pine cones directly out of the green heads, and where there are no pine leaves, there are mossy stones.

The bird path under your feet is intermittent, sometimes disappearing as you walk, and you have to go backwards to find it again.

The sky soon darkened, the sky outside the mountain was slowly dark, and the darkness in the forest was very sudden, giving Xifu the feeling that he had just seen the human footprints on the road, and suddenly it seemed that a black cloud floated in the air to block the light, and then suddenly entered the night.

There was no makeshift hut built by the herb pickers on the road, so she had to find a flat place to stop, lean her back against a crooked pine tree, and make a fire next to it, so that she could sleep against the trunk.

I don't know why, she is usually very bold, and when she sleeps, she always has something behind her to make her feel comfortable.

Xifu cleaned up the leaves with his hands and feet, and if he wanted to make a fire here, he naturally had to clean up the surrounding leaves and branches, otherwise it would be too dangerous.

After cleaning up, I found branches and dry moss, dry moss can be a weapon for making fire, just a little flint force, a little spark splashed on it, a small flame is born, and then on the small flame to erect branches, a bunch of wildfire will be born gloriously.

Sitting by the fire, Xifu holds the bread in one hand and the water bladder in the other, eats a mouthful of bread and drinks a sip of water. It doesn't taste good, but she eats it fragrantly, and after a day of turning over the mountains, what she eats is not fragrant!

Although Xifu's stomach is accustomed to the fine diet of Goolan Yuan, her soul is not. She Xifu is a strange woman who wants to go out of different paths, and for this different path, she must give up.

Ordinary girls spend the night alone in the deep mountains and old forests, and they will definitely be scared to death by themselves, but Xifu is really not an ordinary woman, she has grown so big, she has never known what fear is, it's not just that Goolan Yuan's mother said that she "definitely has a problem with her brain, and she lacks a nerve called fear", sometimes she even feels so.

Whether she lacks the nerve called fear or not, this scene is the best testing ground right now.

The beasts roared, the phosphorus fire was faint, and the cold wind was whirring...... This scene is in the mind of an ordinary girl, and she will definitely make up a lot of demons and monsters in her brain, but in Xifu's view, it is just a little boring, she is used to the prosperity of the city, where there are always voices and cars, such a pure natural environment, she rarely has experienced.

Fortunately, she was really tired today and didn't have the energy to think about it, so she tugged at the clothes on her body, wrapped it tighter, and after a while, she began to snore.

A millipede on the ground suddenly felt the shock of the air brought by the snoring, and hurried away in fright. Originally, it came for the crumbs of dough under Xifu, but now it had to sigh with hope.

A cold wind whipped up dust, and a man appeared by the fire.

The man's silver hair was like a waterfall, and it naturally split into two strands on the top of his head, flowing down like a stream. The face is thin, the complexion is better than snow, the eyes are like black gems, the thin lips are bright red, and the wide white robe is fluttering in the wind, as if it is not affected by gravity, floating without wind.

He carried a white spear in his hand, the material was as transparent as amber, and there was a white lotus bud on the top, and under the bud was a circle of white long whiskers.

There was an icy color floating above and below Zhou, and standing there, it was like an iceberg.

Is this weak chicken the new owner? How is she worthy? Shouldn't the heirs of "Shidao" all be famous and famous?

At this time, the surprise of waking up from more than a hundred years of slumber was long gone, and when he saw her running away on the shore of Daze Lake, he turned from joy to sadness.

The only way to do this is to make her voluntarily give up her identity as the successor of "Shidao" and find a new master for "Shidao".

He clenched his hands into a cylinder and placed them on his mouth, and then whispered strange sounds in his mouth that were inaudible, sometimes majestic, sometimes gentle as words. At this time, if someone who understands the tiger's roar comes to listen, they must hear that this is the sound made by the tigress when she is in heat. After a few breaths, the sound of a tiger's roar echoed in the mountains and forests.

Due to the power of his contract with the ancestor of Shidao, he couldn't directly hurt her, but he just called the tiger over and didn't harm him. There are loopholes in any contract, and this is the loophole in his contract with "Shidao".

Xifu, who was asleep, suddenly felt that something was beating in her arms, she suddenly woke up, and groped in her arms, it turned out that it was a book that was beating, sending her a danger signal. Before she could settle her mind, she heard an earth-shattering tiger roar behind her, and she was so frightened that she didn't dare to look back, and she hurriedly climbed up the tree like a monkey three times and two times, until she was more than three feet high, and then dared to stop and gasp.

Looking under the tree, she saw a huge tiger head looking up at her, and the king character on the top of its head, as well as the fangs, could be clearly seen.

The tiger's round eyes were wide and angry, his eyeballs were the size of a fist, his body was two feet long, his tail was as thick as a bucket, and his bloody mouth made a terrible whirring sound, and from time to time he stretched out his claws to grab the man on the tree.