I don't know how long it was, and I woke up in the morning light. I only felt a splitting headache, 720 acupuncture points around my body, and no pain in my heart.

A few weeks of luck I rolled off Kou Xian. Regaining some strength, I rolled over and tried to wake Kou Xian.

"Friend, are you still alive?" I asked, knowing that even if he was alive now, he would not have the strength to kill me.

For a long time, no one answered. I don't think he's alive anymore, and no one can resist the impact of this cliff. I looked at the cloudy sky, looked at the cliffs like a huge wall under the sky and sighed:

"Hey, how good you are to live now, I'm dying man, and I'm talking."

In great pain, I pulled out the thin sword that had been pierced into my leg and wrapped it in cloth, and I was dripping with sweat. Spread on the ground and gasp for air. I don't know how many more days I'll live, so be it anyway. What do I use to fight death? But when I think of Zijun, my mother, Ling Bo, and Hua Han and so many friends, I think it's better to live. There is also Zijun's plump steamed bun, cough cough, there is still a chance to sleep with Zijun in his life.

I buried Kou Xian's body, stuck his thin sword next to his grave, and erected a tombstone for him—the Turtle Breath Sect, Kou Xian's Tomb. Hopefully his big brother will find him.

I stood in front of his grave for a long time, and his last roar was still deeply imprinted in my mind. In fact, I have a lot to say, such as the emotion of life, the understanding of the philosophy of life and death, the effect of gravitational waves on the acceleration of free fall, etc., etc., but I don't know why I spit out these words.

"Hey, I can't help it," I said, looking at the sky, "who told you to say everything with one expression?" In TV dramas, people like Xiang you don't live for more than five seconds. ”

In the afternoon, it was cold rain. I opened my mouth to pick it up. I didn't feel the rumbling in my stomach, and I pulled out the weeds around me and put it in my mouth to chew, it was bitter, but it was better than nothing.

And so I walked all the way to where the sun had set. When you are thirsty, you drink the water of the river, and when you are hungry, you have what to eat. I didn't expect to survive. Although he was exhausted, he survived.

Seven days later, I found a wild apple tree nearby. This is the most sour apple I've ever eaten in my life. I ate until my stomach was swollen like a leather ball, and I couldn't pull it out until I felt.

Seven days later I learned that the place where I had fallen from the cliff was a narrow valley, like a cracked stone. The strange rocks on both sides of the canyon are craggy, like swords and axes. The middle of the canyon is paved with gravel. The stone is black and cold. The small mountain crab that occasionally emerges from the crevice of the rock is the food I crave the most.

The sky in the canyon is always gray, and I can't remember what day it was. One day, I found an oasis in the canyon, leaning against the slopes of the mountains and stretching to the other side of the mountain. When I saw him, I felt like it was so close that I thought I would be able to walk to the oasis in three hours at most. But I walked for three whole days. I barely ate any food along the way, and even digested the hay stuffed between my teeth. I barely took a normal sip of water along the way. I was able to walk to the oasis thanks to my tenacious perseverance. I have never boasted about "perseverance", who can sleep with Zijun in his arms and stand still, who else but me. Ahem, of course, this can only be said in private, and when people hear it, they must say that I am impotent.

I walked from the canyon into the oasis and I saw something I had never seen before.

I saw that the ancient trees in the oasis were as big as small hills, and there were thousands of them, all of which covered the sky and the sun. The roots of the ancient trees were like giant hands grasping the ground, and the roots were covered with thick moss. A boulder several stories high, like a projectile under the roots of the tree.

The meandering river flows to the valley with boulders. From a distance, it looks like white lines scattered all over the place.

I ran a few hundred meters in one go, threw myself into the river, plunged headlong into the water, and poured a few mouthfuls of water. I only feel cool through the body. When I was drinking water, I saw a small white-scaled fish in the river, caught a few of them, and stuffed them into my mouth. I chewed out the umami of salmon.

After eating and drinking, I collapsed on a boulder, ready for a good night's sleep. As soon as I closed my eyes, a very bad smell of fishy wind came in, and I wondered if I had eaten too much raw fish and left a fishy smell in my mouth. Then he turned over and fell asleep again. But after the fishy wind, a lump of slimy liquid fell on my face, smelly and disgusting.

Under my perception, a murderous aura came towards me.

What is perception? This is something that anyone who practices martial arts will have, and it varies according to the depth of cultivation and the size of the range. For example, my master once asked me to rescue a swallow that had been injured by a strong wind, and that swallow was at least 800 meters away from the Banshan Temple, separated by rivers, dense forests, and all kinds of birds and beasts. He could pinpoint the swallow on a rock and told me to watch out for snakes.

And my perception was only a little more than 100 meters away at the farthest, and it was still in the dormitory where I lived, a sparsely populated place. However, my perception is very powerful compared to Xiaoming and Little Pig. They were only thirty or forty meters. It's very strange that Huahan is nearly 100 meters away, and I'm still puzzled, it seems that this university is in vain.

I think I need to explain the perception in more detail - a person's cultivation is simply to enhance the storage of one's own qi, and the larger the storage, the higher the person's cultivation. But—note that a larger amount of storage doesn't mean he's better. A "powerful" person, in addition to a large amount of qi storage, must also have many moves, which is what we call martial arts. For example, two people with the same amount of storage, who practice Taizu Changquan, may not have beaten the strong vajra finger. For example, with the same internal force, a swordsman with ordinary swordsmanship will definitely not be able to defeat a swordsman who practices Tai Chi Sword.

So how to increase the storage capacity, it must be a large container, which is the dantian mentioned above. Ling Bo didn't have a dantian, so she couldn't store her qi. And my dantian has a relatively large capacity compared to others. Truth be told, although the Mahayana Prajna Sutra is very slow to practice, it is the top of all the internal exercises.

Each school has a different way of enlarging the container, so I won't talk about it here, but there is one common feature – no matter which method you practice, you must listen to the sounds of nature. Because the internal force does not come out of nothing, the internal force comes from nature, and people rely on absorbing the qi in nature, through the transformation of the unique mind into internal force, and expand the dantian by these internal forces.

Therefore, over time, people will be able to perceive the wind and grass in nature. Because Qi is omniscient, a person with a high cultivation will definitely listen to nature for a longer time than a person with a low cultivation. So he listens farther and more accurately.

But it is not excluded that some geniuses, who come with their own plug-ins, have worse cultivation than others, but they hear very far. For example, flowers.