Xiao Ling struggled and flew to the platform, threw the things in his two claws to the ground, and stood aside to rest, it fought to the death with the two eagles, its body was bloodstained and its feathers were messy, Li Xiangru walked over and comforted it. Then I picked it up and picked it up and saw that it was a fragrant roast chicken, although it had been stained with rain, snow and mud, and it was frozen hard, but I could still faintly smell a fragrance. Li Xiangru was surprised: "Xiao Ling must have gone out to look for food these days, and met two big eagles on the way, wanting to snatch the roast chicken it gotten." However, where did it get this roast chicken, it was really strange and strange, and thinking about Xiao Ling who was almost pecked to death by two eagles for this roast chicken, I couldn't help but be moved in my heart. He turned to it and said, "Xiao Ling, Xiao Ling, you help me find food for me, take risks, your kindness to me, I Li Xiangru can't pay it back in my life, and I will worship you." He bowed to it as he spoke. Xiao Ling twisted his head to the side, whispered twice, and was not polite, and flew up the ancient tree with a flap of his wings.

Li Xiangru wiped the slush on the roast chicken, tore a chicken leg, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it, although the chicken was frozen hard, the meat was still fragrant and tender, and he was full of oil. He died in a lonely place, and he never tasted meat again, and today he got this roast chicken, which is really like a long drought, and it is indescribably enjoyable. He ate the chicken leg like a storm, and then went to tear another chicken leg, just torn halfway, and suddenly remembered: "I want to be happy for a while, I ate this chicken at one time, what to do in the following days, this snowy season, it is very difficult to find food, this chicken is Xiao Ling risked his life to find it, if I finish eating, I have to be tired Xiao Ling to help me find it, so tired of him, how can I bear it?" Thinking of this, he retracted his hand and swallowed his saliva greedily. Lick the greasy oil off your mouth with your tongue and smack the oil and meat crumbs off your fingers to hide the rest of the roast chicken.

Xiao Ling stood on the branch of the ancient tree, watching Li Xiangru's series of actions, as if he was quite appreciative, his long tail flicked slightly, and his mouth let out a low chirp.

The heavy snow fell intermittently for more than ten days, Li Xiangru practiced boxing and practice every day, meditated and breathed, did not feel how cold, and used the feather coat as a quilt at night, and slept very sweetly every night. He was only willing to eat a little bit of the roast chicken that Xiao Ling found every time, and with the snow, he actually survived this snow season.

When the snow stops, the sun slowly comes out and the snow melts. The melting snow is flowing like a thousand mountains, and the air is becoming clearer and clearer. Li Xiangru is halfway up the cliff, under the ancient tree, on the platform, practicing the set of Wudang Changquan endlessly every day, practicing the method of breathing and breathing, and slowly growing. In his spare time, he frolicked with Xiao Ling in the trees, and at this time his body was as light as a spirit ape, and he walked on the ground up and down the trees. As time passed, the spirit grew bigger and bigger, with more and more robust physique, more beautiful feathers and more colorful feathers, and a more powerful tail. Li Xiangru once tried to climb the rock and leave the cliff, but the cliff was bare and grassy, only two or three feet up, and then slid down, unless he had wings, it was really more difficult to leave than to climb to the sky.

Winter goes to spring, three years have passed in a hurry, Li Xiangru is fifteen years old, his body has grown up, he has been practicing boxing every day without sleep for three years, meditating on the road, breathing and breathing, and tempering in the wind, frost, snow and rain all year round, and his physique is not as thin and thin as before, although he looks a little childish, but he has shown a bit of heroic appearance.

Li Xiangru and Xiaoling frolic and flutter all year round, and inadvertently they are as light as swallows, and their dexterity on and below the trees is comparable to that of apes. He meditated day and night with the method of breathing and breathing taught by Xun Yuhe, coupled with the strange flowers and fruits found by eating Xiaoling all the year round in recent years, and drinking the blood of the fragrant blood bird, the internal force has gained a lot, and over the years, the internal strength has been quite rooted, and the most important thing is that he practiced the "Wuwei Heart Method" before, Yushu has healed him several times and lost a lot of internal force in his body, it can be said that his current internal force is enough to match the first-class master, he is ignorant but knows nothing.

One day in autumn, the maple leaves turn red, and from a distance, the entire mountain valley is like a burning flame, which is beautiful. He admired it for a long time, and then sighed, thinking about being trapped in this desperate place, and he didn't know if he could get out of this place in this life, no matter how magnificent the mountains and rivers were, how beautiful the scenery was, he couldn't bear it. Thinking of this, I felt a little sad in my heart, pulled open the shelf, practiced Wudang long boxing, for a while, on the narrow platform, only listened to the fist wind whistling, the figure flashed, practiced to the hearty, Li Xiangru shouted, suddenly punched out, where the fist wind was agitated, it was hitting the branches of the ancient tree, only to hear the "click" sound, the bowl of thick trees will be broken from it, and it will fall into the deep valley leisurely.

Li Xiangru was taken aback, retracted his momentum, and looked down at his fist, he couldn't believe that his punch would be so powerful. He wanted to verify it again, so he immediately squatted down his horse, and with both fists of strength, he slammed into the other tree, only to see that the branch shook a few times, and the leaves fell in a flutter, but they did not break. Li Xiangru tried a few more times, and it was still the same. He was puzzled, and punched out at random, and the tree was interrupted with a "click" and fell into the deep valley. Li Xiangru was like falling into the clouds, thinking: "I hit with condensation, but I didn't see the effect, I swung it out at will, but the power was huge, what is the reason?" It turned out that the internal force in his body was profound, but he didn't know how to use it, and when he did it deliberately, because he didn't know the method, he used brute force, less than one-tenth of the internal force. Hit it out with your hand, and inadvertently fit the true meaning of the internal strength of "the heart turns at will, the mind is in harmony with God, and the nature is natural" in "Wuwei Shengong", and the internal strength will erupt, and the natural strength is endless.

After thinking about it for a long time, there was no result, so I simply didn't think about it, sat cross-legged on the platform, and saw that there was no trace of Xiaoling on the top of the ancient tree, and I don't know where it flew to. Li Xiangru gets along with it day and night, and has become accustomed to its coming and going. At this moment, the familiar chirping sound sounded again, and this familiar sound was the whistling of Xiao Ling.

Li Xiangru was excited in his heart, stood up, and saw Xiao Ling flying towards the platform like a meteor, Li Xiangru saw that it was fierce, and did not give any warning, thinking that it was playing with himself as before, and said with a smile: "Do you want to sneak attack me again, it's not so easy!" twisted his body and slid a few feet to the left, and Xiao Ling "pounced" heavily on the platform and remained motionless.