At the moment when Xia Feng disappeared, Ding Xiaotian was still holding a rusty long sword in his hand, covered in blood, and he was still limping when he walked, walking towards the lonely peak, and the rusty sword in his hand was slowly flowing with blood.

Ding Xiaotian relied on his understanding of the surrounding geography to successfully kill all the pursuers, and Mu Xingsoul naturally didn't know where he was. However, although Ding Xiaotian won, he himself was almost half dead, and he was stabbed twice in the thigh, one deep and one shallow.

Although Ding Xiaotian wrapped the wound with a cloth, the blood had already soaked the cloth, and he was still stabbed twice on his shoulder, and he didn't know how many knives he had received on his back, if he hadn't picked some herbs to stop bleeding, Ding Xiaotian would have died a long time ago.

Ding Xiaotian's face was pale, his lips were chapped, and he carried his heavy body to the edge of a bush, and it was Ding Xiaofan who was curled up inside, seeing that Ding Xiaofan was safe and sound, Ding Xiaotian's hanging heart could be regarded as falling, and his spirit and body relaxed instantly after relaxation, and Ding Xiaotian directly fainted with black eyes.

The young Ding Xiaofan hurriedly stepped forward to help, but how could he support Ding Xiaotian's heavy body.

However, although Ding Xiaofan is small, he is very smart, seeing that Ding Xiaotian's wounds in some places are not dressed, so he began to collect medicine, he had cut his hand before, and it was Ding Xiaotian who collected medicine to bandage his wound, so he knew what the herbs to stop bleeding looked like.

It was really difficult for an adult to pick herbs easily, because he had little strength and a small body, and his clumsy appearance looked very hard, and it took him a long time to pick a medicine, but he didn't give up.

Little by little, he applied medicine to the wound on Ding Xiaotian's back, and took a relatively large leaf to catch the dew, drop by drop, I don't know how long he took it, but because he was too careful about the dew in his hand, he didn't see the stone under his feet, and accidentally knocked over the dew that he had collected so hard, so he collected it again.

With the sweet and moist dew woke up the unconscious Ding Xiaotian, Ding Xiaotian was very short of water because of excessive blood loss, so he quickly drank the dew picked by Ding Xiaofan, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at Ding Xiaofan who was sweating profusely, as well as the leaves in his hands, and the herbs on his body, he also understood what Ding Xiaofan had done.

At the same time, Ding Xiaotian's tears flowed out involuntarily, looking at Ding Xiaofan's innocent and cute appearance, he said in a sobbing voice: "Xiaofan, I'm sorry, I let you suffer with me." ”

"Daddy, it's okay, Xiaofan is not afraid of hardship. Ding Xiaofan's hands were crossed on his waist, pretending to be an adult, looking very funny, and Ding Xiaotian couldn't help but feel distressed again.

Ding Xiaotian stuck his sword on the ground and got up slowly, Ding Xiaofan hurriedly stepped forward to help, Ding Xiaotian said weakly: "No, we still have to go up the mountain, Dad can't carry you, you have to go by yourself." ”

"Daddy, didn't you get your sword? Why do we still have to climb up? Are you going to where you said the big rock?" Ding Xiaofan said very puzzled.

The rusty long sword was buried next to the first step of the lonely peak, and Ding Xiaotian, who got the long sword, asked Ding Xiaofan to wait for him in the grass, if he didn't come back, let him keep climbing towards the peak, climb to a big rock, and call his name.

"Let's go slowly. ”

Father and son walked like this, one limping and the other staggering, very slowly, but the steps were very steep, and there were many weeds growing out of the cracks in the stones, and the two walked even more slowly.

Ding Xiaofan saw that his father was very tired, so he held his other hand, saying that it was better to hold it than to hold it, Ding Xiaotian said no, but Ding Xiaofan did not give in, insisted on supporting him, saying that he was injured, he was not injured, Ding Xiaotian was still supported by him, thinking that he would give up if he was tired.

But along the way, Ding Xiaofan was stunned and kept holding it to the big stone at the top of the peak, and Ding Xiaotian turned his head to look, only to find that there were small footprints on the steps, and the footprints were Ding Xiaofan's blood, Ding Xiaofan's soles were not only worn out, but also bleeding, but he didn't say a word, and even looked at Ding Xiaotian's face with a smile.

Ding Xiaotian touched Ding Xiaofan's head, his eyes were a little moist, and he scolded in a low voice: "You stinky boy." ”

"Hehe, I don't stink, I smell good. Ding Xiaofan said with a smile: "I don't believe you smell it." ”

Ding Xiaotian stopped arguing with his son, turned his head to look at the huge stone in front of him, sighed and said, "I'm here again." ”

After speaking, Ding Xiaotian put his thumb in his mouth and bit it gently, and imprinted the blood on the boulder, the huge ordinary stone wall felt Ding Xiaotian's blood breath, and suddenly emitted a faint light, and the surface of the stone also rippled like water waves.

Ding Xiaotian took Ding Xiaofan's little hand and said, "Let's go, take you to meet your ancestor." As he spoke, he pulled Ding Xiaofan towards the stone wall, Ding Xiaofan closed his eyes in fright, but still followed his father's footsteps.

The two passed through the boulder smoothly, and when Ding Xiaofan opened his eyes, he saw a huge cave with a small pool in the cave, as well as a few ordinary rocks, and a few flowers and plants that could be seen everywhere.

The furnishings in the cave are very simple, and they don't look like they are inhabited, there is a lot of dust, but the huge stone at the door makes the young Ding Xiaofan not underestimate this, and he is also full of curiosity about the ancestor in Ding Xiaotian's mouth.

"Grandpa, I'm Xiaotian, I'm here again. Ding Xiaotian shouted at the empty cave.

Just after shouting for a while, an old man in white hunched his back and walked out slowly with a crutch, the hair and beard on the old man's head were all white, and the beard and hair had grown almost to the ground.

The old man's skin was like a layer of skin wrapped around his bones, his weather-beaten face was full of wrinkles, the old man walked very slowly, his hands and feet were trembling, he felt that a gust of wind could blow him down, his eyes had sunken deeply, the old man was thin and haggard, and the sound of breathing in his throat was heavier than his steps.

Ding Xiaofan hid behind Ding Xiaotian, looking at this old man carefully, in Ding Xiaofan's eyes, he felt that this old man was going to die in the next moment, not only old, but also a sickly look on his face.

"This is my great-grandson, what's his name?" The old man's voice was very hoarse, and the echo in the cave sounded like Ding Xiaofan had a creepy feeling, and he grabbed the corners of Ding Xiaotian's clothes even tighter.

The old man seemed to be trying hard to squeeze out a smile, but he began to cough constantly, and the old man hurriedly sat down on the only stone chair in the cave.