Xiao Ling seemed to have seen through Li Xiangru's thoughts and purposes, and there was a trace of nervousness and sadness, it still found food for Li Xiangru every day, but it was not as cheerful as before. Its movements are not as agile as it used to be, and its energy is becoming more and more exhausted.

In the past few years, Li Xiangru has been trapped on this lonely platform, relying on the wild fruits and wild flowers that Xiao Ling founded, and there is water to drink every time it rains and snows. If he leaves here, Xiao Ling will be lonely again, which Li Xiangru empathizes.

Li Xiangru was looking forward to leaving, he didn't think about it so much. Besides, although Xiao Ling saved him several times, and they were already sharing life and death with each other, it was a bird after all, and it was very different from each other. Seeing that he was not far from the top of the cliff, Li Xiangru was ecstatic, and thought in his heart that he would be able to leave this place in a few more months and see his life again.

His internal force is quite advanced at this time, when digging the wall, he often clings to the stone wall with his left hand, like a spider, his left hand and two feet are tightly attached to the rock wall, and he uses his right hand to condense the chisel, the speed is even slower, and once he accidentally stumbles, he will fall into the abyss. Later, only three or four chiseled a day, and then they had to follow the chiseled pedals back to the platform, which was several times more dangerous than climbing upwards, so the closer to the top of the cliff, the more difficult it was to go up and down. "Those who travel a hundred miles are half ninety", this is true.

Li Xiangru chiseled to dusk this day and then slowly descended from the wall to the platform, at this time only ten zhang away from the top of the cliff, but with his own skills still can not go up, had to return to the platform, but the time to return to the platform took about two hours, to the platform, the sky is already dusk, Li Xiangru is covered in sweat, tired, then he fell on the platform and spread his legs to rest, not long after, actually fell asleep. In his sleep, he suddenly dreamed that he was bullied by Gu Mufeng, and Xuan Gui teased him on the side. Suddenly, I dreamed that the head of the Yushu Dao was dead, and the master Xun Yuhe and the senior brother Qingyun were covered in white, crying so desolately. Suddenly, he saw Xiao Ling covered in blood, struggling in the air, and suddenly fell straight down from the cliff, and there was an endless abyss below, he screamed in fright, and then woke up in fright.

Li Xiangru woke up and found that his cheeks were wet, and it turned out that what he encountered in the dream made him cry bitterly. He sat up, and saw that the light of day had begun to appear, and the little spirit stood on the top of the ancient treetops, motionless, like a statue, looking a little old and a little desolate. Li Xiangru stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on his cheeks, recalling the dream of Shicai, the scene in the dream was vivid, and there was a little uneasiness and ominous omen in his heart. He laughed self-deprecatingly: "What's wrong with me, I'm thinking all day long. I actually dreamed that my master died, and the little spirit fell like a deep valley. I'm a mediocre person who bothers myself and scares myself. He patted his face and snapped his face, thinking that it would make him more sober. Then he looked up at the little spirit in the treetops, and it was still motionless.

Li Xiangru was a little worried, and shouted in a low voice: "Xiao Ling, Xiao Ling." After calling three times, Xiao Ling seemed to hear his call, opened his round eyes, shook his wings slightly, flew down from the branches, landed on the platform, and stood beside Li Xiangru. Li Xiangru stared at it carefully, and saw that it was still beautiful, but it really looked a little old and tired. Li Xiangru stretched out his hand and gently stroked its beautiful feathers, and sighed in his heart: "Xiao Ling is old, it is not a few years old, how can it make people think that it is old! Look at its beak and its claws, it shows its old age, especially after being seriously injured by the Ziyun Dart two years ago, after the injury is healed, it is not as good as before, both physical strength and speed are greatly reduced, and it has never returned to its previous state." Li Xiangru thought so, caressing Xiao Ling's claws and feathers, Xiao Ling seemed to have a sense, and only chirped lowly.

Slowly the sky brightened, Li Xiangru returned to reality from meditation, he pulled the momentum to practice a trip to Wudang long boxing, Xiao Ling flew away from the side, at this time his skills are strong, every move and a punch, there will be a huge force, Xiao Ling can not withstand the invasion of the fist, often see Li Xiangru just pull the momentum, and quickly fly away. Li Xiangru practiced this set of familiar boxing techniques one move at a time, only to listen to the fist wind whistling, the leaves of the ancient tree were shaken and fell, permeating the entire platform, but his fist momentum is continuous, never interrupted, as if broken and connected, as if even and broken, so that the leaves falling on the ancient tree swayed and gathered more and more above the platform, and under the traction of Li Xiangru's fist, a ball of leaves was formed, only to see that the leaf ball was gathering more and more, almost covering the platform, where to stagnate.

Li Xiangru practiced to the Xing, suddenly shouted, both fists slammed upward, this move is called "straight to the heavens", the fist power is everywhere, only to hear a loud sound of "Peng", the leaf balls gathered above the platform were scattered all of a sudden, splashing everywhere, such as the rain of trees in the sky, and even more, it was embedded in the trunk of the ancient tree, the strength was so strong, it was staggering. After this punch, Li Xiangru felt that his blood was rushing all over his body, and his whole body was full of strength, and his heart was filled with joy at the thought of leaving this place of captivity immediately. He grabbed the purple cloud dart from the ground, climbed to the top of the stone wall, like a spirit ape, and soon reached the highest point, attached to the stone wall, and began to dig again, his speed was faster than usual, in the afternoon, he actually kicked seven times, and in this way, at most more than ten days, he could reach the top of the cliff, and he was freed.

In the next few days, the sun was shining, and Li Xiangru's progress was beyond imagination, and Tiangong was also very beautiful and intended to help. Originally, the climate in Wudang was humid and rainy, and it would be played every three or two days, but this time, it was all empty for seven or eight days, which added more bargaining chips to Li Xiangru's plan. Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the top of the cliff, Li Xiangru was getting more and more excited in his heart, and he was more energetic.

Xiao Ling seems to be getting more and more peaceful, flying to Li Xiangru's place of work every day, coiling and flying, dexterous wings and beautiful long-tailed puppets have caused some interference to Li Xiangru, Li Xiangru thinks that it is deliberately obstructing himself, unwilling to leave the cliff by himself, angry in his heart, scolded at it: "You dead bird, are you not happy that I can leave this place that is not dead or alive, do you want me to be trapped here for the rest of my life, get out!" Stretched out his right arm to wave it away, this was the first time in several years that it scolded Xiao Ling, and turned its face with it, Xiao Ling also felt Li Xiangru's annoyance, and flew away very reluctantly, flying a few feet away from Li Xiangru.

Li Xiangru didn't care about it, he only struggled to chisel the wall, and when he looked up, he was only about three zhang away from the top of the cliff unconsciously, which exceeded his expectations. Li Xiangru was overjoyed and thought: "Why don't you take advantage of this to go up, don't leave at this time, and wait when." Immediately stretched out the index finger, middle finger, and ring finger of his right hand, tightly clasped a stone pit that had just been cut out of his head, and his luck was adjusted, and he gathered three fingers, and his right wrist suddenly shrank and retracted, and his body "swished", like a sharp arrow really bounced to the peak, it was really as fast as a meteor, faster than lightning.