Some people fall down in the grind and curse the cruelty of fate; some people struggle in this grind and are full of coldness to the world; and only one kind of person is stronger in the grinding, can laugh at life, and can save the suffering of the world. The same grinding reaps different results, and it is no wonder that different mental journeys create different beliefs or personality strengths! The disciples in the Heavenly Hunting Garden, the Jade Emperor not only gave them rich teachers, but also gave them endless suffering, because only in the experience of being in a desperate place did they feel the importance of their mission, check their own shortcomings, and they crossed the miracle of life again and again in the suffering of not abandoning or giving up.

When Sikong Yu looked at the last mountain as the end, he couldn't help but cheer. However, when I first stepped in, I couldn't help but be stunned, the forests in the mountains were sluggish, the flowers and plants withered, as if a cold current of slaughter had hit, a stream as thin as a snake was whimpering, the birds were gone, the animals were gone, and the whole "abandoned garden" was presented in front of people. Can he survive in such a desperate situation, Sikong Yu frowned and said: "Everyone is optimistic, as long as you see anything that can be eaten, pick it up, this is an extremely sluggish abandoned garden, and our days will be even more miserable, let's go, let's go to the creek and prepare some water for everyone first!"

Seeing everyone's depressed appearance, Sikong Yu laughed: "This is the last part of the road, the big character family should cheer up and return as soon as possible. Come to Helan Xue to blow a song to the university to cheer up!"

The lonely man hurriedly waved his hand to obstruct: "No, no, no! Don't blow it, there is nothing good to play in such a situation? Maybe blowing will make everyone more boring, Brother Helan, you can save some energy." Helan Xue shook the golden flute in her hand, smiled bitterly, and said, "Let's go!"

Sikong Yu put the only wild duck egg in Chanjuan's hand, Chanjuan stubbornly shirked, Sikong Yu held her hand with both hands, and then moved forward silently. After walking for a short time, everyone was out of breath and had to stop to rest for a while. The mountain is dead silent, and even if a sparrow chirps, it can liven up the atmosphere, just hear their own breath. Mengzhu saw a piece of thatch in front of him, and said with joy: "You see, there is something to eat, although the thatch is dry, but the roots are still there!" He took the hand of the red sleeve, ran forward, picked up the dagger and dug it, and after a while, he brought a bunch of snow-white thatch knots, and everyone chewed its sweetness, and their faces were filled with a little joy, and they continued to hurry.

Dongfang Ran's sword was already weak when he swung it, Fang Yuan came over and took the sword and continued to open the way. In the face of hunger, the road that was not far was so long, so stumbling. Sikong Yu saw everyone's appearance, and couldn't help but feel distressed, so he said: "Everyone wait, wait for my grandson to go and go back!" As soon as he took off, he had long since disappeared, but even if he fought for 108,000 miles, this square inch mountain is a fairyland on earth, sparsely populated within a radius of thousands of miles, Wukong only hunted a few pheasants in the old forest and brought them back, Duguxia hurriedly put down the pot on his back and set up the stove, scattering this poor game from time to time, fortunately, there was a lot of soup, so he drank a full meal. But when they took advantage of this bit of satiety and walked out of dozens of miles, the energy brought by that bit of game seemed to have disappeared, and everyone was exhausted and regressed, and Sikong Yu no longer had the strength to go to the clouds and fog, and the power of the wilderness on their bodies would only erupt when their own strength was high, but at this time it was hidden in a certain part of the body, which was equivalent to 'waste' in the case of weak strength! And Sikong Yu still cheered them up: "Hold on, persistence is victory!" Everyone smiled bitterly, and under the traction of Sima Jiang's spear and the support of Sikong Yu, they crossed a ridge with difficulty. On the ridge, the celebrity lay on the ground, looking up to the sky and gasping and sighing. The white clouds in the sky are leisurely, wandering freely, and the purity of the blue sky seems to be able to integrate into the soul of people. Chanjuan took Sikong Yu's hand with one hand, pointed to the sky with the other hand and smiled weakly: "This is the Chengtian I have weaved! I don't know, can we go back?" She looked at Wukong, full of poignancy and love. "Yes, we will definitely be able to, we will definitely be able to return to the day of your love!" Sikong Yu held her hand tightly. Chanjuan said leisurely: "I have been above the sky, weaving the cloud brocade of your havoc in the heavenly palace, and weaving every picture of your eighty-one difficulties, I am looking forward to, looking forward to ......" At this time, Chanjuan lost her voice, Sikong Yu grunted, hugged Chanjuan in his arms, and saw her faint with a smile on her face, he shouted frantically: "Chanjuan, Chanjuan!" Zhiqiu took the skin and poured the only little water into Chanjuan's mouth. Xia Houfeng brought the withered yellow leaves and handed them to Sikong Yu, Sima Jiang pierced the thick skin of the old tree with a spear and peeled it off, everyone scattered and chewed, accumulating a trace of strength, and then walked the road that seemed to be close but was as different as a world away.

Sikong Yu carried Chanjuan on his back and walked with difficulty, Zhiqiu, and the red sleeves also walked staggeringly under the support of everyone, and persisted for a few hours, Chanjuan still didn't wake up, Sikong Yu put him down and shouted Mengzhu to come and check the pulse, Mengzhu suddenly felt a slight pulse at the pulse, so he put down the needle to adjust the pulse, but it didn't work. Sikong Yu was in a hurry and snatched Mengzhu's dagger and cut it on his wrist, at this time, red blood flowed out, and he put his wrist on Chanjuan's mouth, and everyone couldn't help but be stunned. Sikong Yu said: "My grandson's life was given by Chanjuan, and I can't repay it!" Chanjuan smelled the blood and sucked it a little bit. Mengzhu said, "Don't bleed too much, then you will also be in danger," and she used a thin needle to intercept the blood. At this time, Chanjuan coughed lightly, Sikong Yu hurriedly wiped the blood from her mouth, and smiled when she saw Chanjuan awake.

Maybe everyone was moved by Sikong Yu's feat of saving Chanjuan with blood, everyone took a breath and arrived at the top of the west mountain of Shouyang Mountain, the road of endless people, but there is a different world on the west mountain, the grass and trees are verdant, the fragrance of flowers is everywhere, the birds return to each other, and the beasts rush. Sima Jiang waved his spear, stabbed the wild boar, and all kinds of wild fruits were also picked back, this section of the road of death made everyone feel the preciousness of life and the depth of friendship. In the blazing bonfire, Zhiqiu asked Chanjuan about the scene where Sikong Yu cut her wrists to save her, Chanjuan looked at Sikong Yu affectionately, and tears of gratitude flowed from her eyes.

The road back is no longer too bumpy. The road passed by is also a familiar road, and when you walk, you can be regarded as flying. Within a few days, he returned to the Heavenly Hunting Garden. Patriarch Bodhi led all the teachers and students to wait in the school field, the scene was unprecedentedly warm, Xiang Yu came over and patted everyone on the shoulder. When he patted Sima Jiang on the shoulder, he complained: "What are you still patting? Tell me, are you the one who set fire to the reeds?

"Yes, it's me Xiang Yu, you can know it by listening to the voice! This is strange, the fire is so big, how did you escape?"

"Haha, relying on Senior Brother Sikong, in a hurry, set fire to the middle, let the fire fight the fire, and we escape!" Sima Jiang hugged Sikong Yu's shoulder,

hugged Sikong Yu and screamed in pain. In the midst of laughter, Zhuge Kongming shook his feather fan lightly and smiled: "The water surface can be attacked with fire, and only Wukong is attacked by fire!" Sikong Yu asked, "Master Zhuge seems to have seen it?"

Patriarch Bodhi shook the dust and put a bunch of palms, and in his 'three-life mirror', the scene of their survival in the fire had already been reproduced.

"So, you have all seen our experience along the way!" "Of course, the most touching thing is the scene where you saved Chanjuan with blood!" Although Zhuge Liang was calm, he appreciated it.

At this time, the patriarch's "three-life mirror" is reappearing, the scene of Sikong Yu saving Chanjuan, in the cheers, people can't help but lift Sikong Yu up, in the boiling voice, Sikong Yu shouted: "Let me down, let me down....."