Li Xiangru ran over in a few steps, only to see Xiao Ling's wings trembling, like dead leaves in the wind, Li Xiangru squatted down and called: "Xiao Ling, Xiao Ling." There was a cry in his voice. Xiao Ling heard Li Xiangru's call, opened its round eyes, and looked at Li Xiangru, who saw his own shadow from its yellow eyes. Slowly, the shadow became blurred, and Li Xiangru was in a hurry, and hurriedly shouted: "Xiao Ling, Xiao Ling." ”

The shadow in Xiao Ling's eyes disappeared, and it closed its eyes. Li Xiangru shook Xiao Ling's wings and cried: "Xiao Ling!" In order to save Li Xiangru, Xiao Ling used up the last trace of strength in his life, so that the oil ran out of lamps, and finally died suddenly of exhaustion. Seeing that Li Xiangru was safe and sound, it was relieved.

Li Xiangru wept loudly, tears like pouring rain. He escaped from a desperate situation and regained his life, he should have been ecstatic, but Xiao Ling paid the price of his life for this, which he couldn't accept in his heart.

For several years, Xiao Ling and he lived and died together, relying on each other. In his mind, Xiao Ling is not only a strange bird, a bird, but also a friend who depends on each other in times of adversity and an inseparable relative. Now Xiao Ling died to save himself, only because of his carelessness, eagerness and recklessness, if not so, Xiao Ling would not have exhausted his mental strength and died.

Li Xiangru couldn't regret it, and desperately pounded the dirt on the ground with his fist, and actually smashed a small hole in the ground, and he couldn't feel pain when his fist was bloody. Li Xiangru was sad for a long time and confirmed that Xiaoling was dead. Only then did I wipe my tears, only to feel empty in my heart, and there was nothing to follow.

He sat beside the little spirit for a long time, watching its beautiful feathers lose their luster and become dull, its dexterous body had become cold, and everything was gone. I wanted to dig a pit and bury it, but there was only one anti-purple cloud dart in my hand, and there were rocks and vitex everywhere, so it was not easy to dig a big pit. After thinking about it: "The little spirit originally came from nature, it is the spirit of the birds, since it is dead, it should be allowed to return to nature, so that maybe it will be happier and freer." Thinking of this, Li Xiangru got up and slowly moved Xiao Ling to the edge of the cliff, looking at Xiao Ling's body, Li Xiangru couldn't bear to push it away, he recalled that in the past five years, Xiao Ling has saved himself many times, in the past five years, Xiao Ling is not afraid of wind, frost, rain and snow to find food to feed himself, and he lost his life for this, and in the end, Xiao Ling ran out of essence and blood in order to save his life, so that his body failed and died.

"I owe it so much, even though it is a bird, it is nothing more than my reborn parent. I can't repay it, but I can't bear to abandon it. Li Xiangru thought sadly, stroking Xiao Ling's cold corpse, its beautiful feathers glittering in the sun, but which luster lost its vitality. Its long tail has long lost its former liveliness, and it only drags on the ground for a long time, never dancing again, which makes people look sad and sad.

After a long time, Li Xiangru finally made up his mind, stood up suddenly, with his arms, and pushed towards Xiao Ling's body, Xiao Ling staggered and fell to the deep valley, the deep valley was endless, the deep valley was misty, Li Xiangru looked at the Xiao Ling who fell into the deep valley, and looked at it like a fallen leaf, drifting farther and farther, drifting farther and farther, and finally submerged in the sea of clouds, and could no longer be seen.

Li Xiangru bowed deeply three times in the direction of Xiao Lou's drift, and thought: "Xiao Ling has a great favor to me, although it is just a bird, but its spirituality and righteousness are no less than people, Xiao Ling is here to get in touch with me, saved me, died for me, this place has extraordinary significance to me and Xiao Ling, this mountain peak has no name, in order to commemorate Xiao Ling, I will name it Spirit Bird Peak!" Thinking of this, Li Xiangru took out the purple cloud dart, came to a boulder on the peak, jumped up, performed the gecko skill, attached to the stone wall, luck in the hand, from top to bottom, jumped from the boulder to engrave down, only to hear the rustling sound non-stop, not long after, the boulder was engraved with the three big characters of "Spirit Bird Peak".

Li Xiang got off the stone, patted the stone chips on his body, looked at the name of the peak that had just been carved, and felt a little comforted in his heart, which was the most valuable commemoration of Xiaoling. He stood in front of the stone for a few more moments, and then took in the surrounding terrain. It turns out that this peak is the other side of the peak of "Wangri Pavilion", Li Xiangru originally fell from the east side of the peak, and the peak except for the trail on the east side to go down to Wudang, the rest of the four sides are cliffs, extremely steep, and this mountain peak is born very peculiar, half a mile away, a small peak grows inexplicably in the middle, like a screen, isolating the east and west sides, Li Xiang is on the west side of the mountain peak at this time, to the east side, must cross the middle of this "screen".

Li Xiangru usually went to the "Wangri Peak" every day to practice martial arts, although he felt that the small peak in the middle was born strangely, but he didn't care, at this time he knew that this small peak cut off the "Spirit Bird Peak", and to go down the mountain to the east side of the Spirit Bird Peak to reach Wudang, he must cross this small peak. But seeing that the small peak was like a screen, and the peak surface was as smooth as a mirror, I really don't know how the creator was so miraculous that such a spectacle was generated.

If you change ordinary people, it is impossible to make a light contribution, but for Li Xiangru, to cross such a small peak, it is a piece of cake, he survived in the middle of the cliff for five years, and spent two years digging the wall, so as to escape the desperate situation, during which life and death, what danger has not been experienced, I saw him take a breath, kick his feet, jump up and up, his body is close to the peak wall, and then a luck, the body is a few feet upward, and then clinging to the stone wall, and then a few feet, so three times, it is easy to loosen to the "screen" On the top, he raised his eyes and saw the corner of the pavilion of the "Wangri Pavilion" faintly, and couldn't help but feel excited and sad in his heart, excited to escape from death, and returned to Wudang alive, sad that the "best friend" Xiaoling died to save himself and lost a good friend.

It's easier to get down than to go up. Li Xiangru stopped for a moment, grabbed the peak wall with his side hand, and slid down the "screen" with a cigarette to the ground in the east. He stood on the ground, tears streaming down his face. He wiped away his tears, and chose the road to the "Wangri Pavilion", the terrain in this area he was very familiar with, he was very familiar with the terrain in this area, he went to the "Wangri Pavilion" every day to practice for two or three hours, during the rest, he would also walk around the top of the mountain, enjoy the surrounding beauty, or search for strange small animals, such as hares, pheasants, etc., catch and play and then release them.

The east side of the mountain peak is no more than half a mile in radius, he bypasses a few small stone mountains, and then passes a small piece of wood, you can go to the "Wangri Pavilion", more than ten zhang away from the "Wangri Pavilion", is where he stumbled and fell down the valley back then.