Li Xiangru didn't know what to do, he just said that it was a routine phenomenon and didn't take it to heart. But his skill is stronger day by day, he used the purple cloud dart to chisel the stone pedal on the top of the peak, now it has been chiseled nearly three hundred levels, from the platform, it seems that a crooked path has been formed, but the more difficult it is, the more difficult it is, on the one hand, people climb on the cliff like a spider, to be more careful, if you accidentally stumble, you will fall into the deep valley; on the other hand, you can only use one hand to chisel, the speed is getting slower and slower, it is difficult to go up, but it seems to be more difficult to return to the platform.

Winter goes to spring, cold comes and summer, and it's another year in a hurry. Li Xiangru Wudang Changquan has been practiced very well, every move and style, it is credible to use, and you can do whatever you want. His internal force is also getting stronger and stronger, and the method of using qi to exert himself has gradually been explored, so that the hot energy of the body can not break through the "life gate acupoint" no matter what, but he can only guide the breath to bypass the "life gate acupoint", and then reach the "suspension point", to the "central acupoint", the same situation appears, the more difficult it is later, but every time he breaks through an acupoint, he feels that his strength will increase by one point.

At this time, the pedals he chiseled out on the cliff wall were already seven or eight, about twenty or thirty zhang away from the platform, and the peak was already faintly visible, nearly a foot away from the peak, and Li Xiangru was excited in his heart. But it is becoming more and more difficult to descend from the wall to the platform, and each next level is even more difficult and dangerous than each upper level.

Li Xiangru is almost seventeen years old, he has struggled to survive on this cliff for more than four years, he has grown taller and stronger, and he is no longer the weak boy he used to be, his clothes a few years ago were too small, like shorts and shorts, tightly bound to his body, looking quite incongruous and funny. Xiao Ling is still foraging and playing every day as always, but after being injured a few times, especially after being injured by the "Purple Cloud Dart", Xiao Ling has been greatly injured, no longer as light and powerful as at the beginning, Li Xiangru grew up, the weight of his body increased a lot, it can no longer carry Li Xiangru, Li Xiangru once frolicked with it, jumped on its wings, Xiao Ling continued to sink, fell down, and finally reluctantly returned to the platform, so scared that Li Xiangru no longer dared to make this kind of joke with it.

Xiao Ling seems to be old, its long beak seems to be a little curved, its paws seem to have thick cocoons, and although its feathers are as beautiful as ever, its movements seem to be sluggish, and its strength is slowly declining. Li Xiangru felt all this, he thought: "Xiao Ling, what's wrong?" He thought about all this, and sometimes when he was bored, he would stroke Xiao Ling's beautiful and smooth feathers and say to it: "Xiao Ling, Xiao Ling, why don't you fly as fast as before, you used to be as agile as an arrow." You can't even carry me now, remember that you used to carry me to fly as I want, as light as a butterfly. Also, why is your mouth crooked, not as beautiful and delicate as before, and your paws calloused, is it too hard? In the past few years, you have been looking around for food and water to feed me, and it is too difficult for you. In this world, except for Shigong, you are the closest to you. Xiao Ling seemed to understand what he said, and let out a "beep" cry from his mouth, which was regarded as a response.

At the mention of Shigong, Li Xiangru remembered Yushu Daoist: "His old man is still in good health, I have lost news for several years, and the people in Wudang must have thought that I am already dead." Master must be very sad and sad, Master and Uncle will definitely be sad for me for a while, and Senior Brother Qingyun will cry a lot. What about the little junior sister, will he shed a tear for me?" he remembered Xuan Gui: "That beautiful girl who loves to play with a small temperament has been messing with me since the first day we met. She won't care about my life or death. Thinking of this, Li Xiangru smiled self-deprecatingly, looked up at the cliff above his head, and thought: "No matter what, I want to go back to see my master alive, and I won't have time to repay his old man's great kindness." Suddenly full of strength, he jumped up, suddenly punched Xiao Ling beside him, and shouted: "Xiao Ling, take it!" He often plays this kind of game with Xiao Ling, either he suddenly sneaks up on Xiao Ling, or Xiao Ling suddenly sneaks up on him, and over time, they form a habit with each other, and they play tricks on each other intentionally or unintentionally.

Two years ago, Li Xiangru was often fanned off the cliff by Xiao Ling, and then rescued him, but since a year ago, Xiao Ling has not succeeded in sneak attack, because Li Xiangru often dodges or defuses its sudden attacks with extremely fast reactions, Li Xiangru's martial arts are not what they used to be, on the contrary, Xiao Ling is getting more and more sluggish, and seven or eight times out of ten times he can't avoid Li Xiangru's sneak attack. It turned out that Li Xiangru unconsciously advanced by leaps and bounds in martial arts, Xiaoling was a bird, how could he understand this truth.

Now Li Xiangru is doing his old trick again, Xiao Ling couldn't catch off guard, screamed "chirp", spread his wings in a hurry, and swept out obliquely, which was able to avoid the punch that Li Xiangru struck, and made two turns in the air before stabilizing. In fact, Li Xiangru's punch only used one percent, if Xiao Ling was the enemy, he would have been beaten to the point of breaking his tendons. Li Xiangru saw that Xiao Ling was so embarrassed, laughed, kicked his feet, jumped up the tree, flew around from the tree, his body was as light as a civet cat, and he had enough fun before jumping to the platform. Taking advantage of the excitement, he opened the posture and fought Wudang Changquan again, he will only have this set of boxing techniques, for several years, I don't know how many times he has practiced, sometimes even in his sleep, he has to kick and punch, thirty-two long fists, has been integrated into his body and soul.

For a while, I only listened to the whirring of the fist wind, and the leaves on the ancient trees were stirred to fall one by one, and they hit the depths, only to see Li Xiangru's figure everywhere on the platform, and I couldn't tell which one was true and which one was false. When it was time to drip, I only heard Li Xiangru howling, and then stood up. The whistling sound echoed far away in the deep valley, flying over the top of the mountain, and enduring. Xiao Ling also seemed to be unable to resist the impact of the whistling sound, and flew as far as possible, soaring on the edge of the clouds.

Li Xiangru picked up the purple cloud dart and looked at it carefully, for more than a year, in addition to the rainy weather, Li Xiangru used it to fight against the rock, after countless encounters and sharpening, its blade was not damaged at all, but more shiny and sharp, shining and shining in the sun.

Li Xiangru raised his hand, the cold light flashed, the purple cloud dart ran to the ancient tree like lightning, deeply embedded in the intersection of a branch of the ancient tree, almost no dart, Li Xiangru was happy in his heart, knowing that his strength and accuracy had entered another layer, he jumped up, stretched out the thumb and middle finger of his right hand, and pulled the dart out of the trunk with a gentle stroke. Then go up the wall of the stone pit that has been carved out, and continue to dig this path of rebirth.