I probably slept for a long time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoI don't like to be sentimental. When I woke up, it was still dark, and maybe I slept during the day, and it was night.

I slept peacefully. The wooden door was closed, and the middle-aged man with the hair did not enter. Maybe it's still meditating on the thatched roof.

The monks in the Shigang Plateau must be very powerful monks, after all, this is a forbidden place. What is a forbidden land? A forbidden place is a very dangerous place. He actually built a hut in a very dangerous place.

When I woke up, I felt much calmer. It's a good thing to think you're alive. When I open the door, should I say something to him? Say thank you? I don't think so. If he doesn't want me to come in, he'll stop me when I do.

Open the wooden door. The night is as cool as water, and the cold wind is howling. It's cold. There is no end in sight. In such a place, building a thatched hut is a master of Qing cultivation. I admired the middle-aged man again.

With vitality in my eyes, I took a few steps forward and looked at the rooftop. There is no figure of him. I went to the other side of the hut to look, and there was no sign of him. He, not on the thatched roof.

Where did that go?

He's not going to stay in one place all the time. Maybe it's to take a break and take a walk at will, after all, the house is occupied by me.

Let a low-level monk enter his room at will, and he is really a master, so he can do it. If it were me, someone would look at me like this, and then walk into my room, I would not want to.

Looking at the night, in the cold wind, I shivered. What should I do now? I don't have the courage to face the endless night and grassland. If I come across a bunch of wolves or something, I'm going to die without a place to bury, no, I'm going to be eaten......

There's no way, I'd better go inside. That's all there is to it for now.

When I got back into the house, I didn't want to look at the owner of the house, the middle-aged man with the hair, and even if I had vitality in my eyes, I couldn't see anything in the dark night. But I still saw a horse-head violin standing quietly in the corner.

It turns out that he is also a person who likes to play the piano. After sniffing it carefully, a faint scent of ink fills the tip of the nose. I didn't dig any deeper. Instead, he crouched in the corner to the left of the door. Looking into the darkness, I didn't know what to do.

If you are in this situation, how can you be in this situation. If the Monk Academy is not a "human vitality breeding ground", then the place is actually really good, you only need to cultivate, and if you don't understand, you can go to the library pavilion. There is no one to restrain themselves. Of course, it would be better without Du Xinyu.

Teacher Wu Yun didn't know if he really went to the Foggy Plain, or was ...... halfway

Alas. Without strength, it's really a painful thing.

"Jingle ......"

I seem to hear something, outside the house.

Half-lying on the ground, listening intently.

"Jingling", "Dongdong", "Bang", "Huh-" ......

All kinds of voices were heard by me in the howling wind. Could it be that someone is fighting outside? I opened the crack in the door, and there was a lot of vitality in my eyes, and when I looked out of the house, there was nothing but black, and there was a cold air blowing in my eyes.

There was nothing, but the voices were clearer as the door opened a crack. It came from above, so I looked up at the gap in the wooden door and saw two figures hugging each other in the air more than ten meters away. From the bodies they were carrying, sometimes blue light appeared, sometimes white light appeared, and sometimes it flew up a few meters, and sometimes it flew down a few meters. Sometimes it rotates, sometimes it doesn't.

It's just two people fighting in heaven. It's the first time I've seen such a fight, how did they fight to get to this point?

I was not amazed, but afraid. I can already tell that one of them is a middle-aged man with a beard, and the other is probably a middle-aged person who wants to kill a wholesale. If the middle-aged man dies, the other party will also kill me. If the middle-aged man wins, he will definitely kick me out of the hut, and he will heal his wounds in the hut himself.

Although the situation of the latter would be better, I hope that both of them will die together. My heart is really vicious. Hehe...... No, this is the reality, not for yourself, it is not as simple as dying. The road to immortality is long, and everything must revolve around oneself in order to last for a long time.

The blue light is more abundant, and the white light is weaker. Is Qingguang a middle-aged man with hair? I don't know. They hugged each other and suddenly jumped more than ten meters high, and shot forward for a long distance, almost out of my sight.

Am I going out?

No, it's too dangerous. Perhaps, after the person who fought with the middle-aged man in the clad hair killed the middle-aged man in the cloak, he would go like this. I must not let him discover me. If the middle-aged man wins, I'll go on my own. Maybe it's not good for him to be angry with me.

Thinking of this, I closed the door shut, wrapped my arms around my knees, and buried my head between my arms, and I felt my whole body tremble. Am I scared? I'm really scared of death.

Those who are not afraid of death will die early! I comforted myself.

Time flies so slowly.

I'm really tired of waiting. Several times I wanted to rush out and yell. It's really good to think. But I can't. If I scream, I'll probably die. But if I don't scream, I might die too. And the time of waiting was painful.

Learn to enjoy pain. Wait in the dark in agony.

......

Dead by night, alive by day. It's dawn. The sun shone through the crack in the door and shone on my head. The warm sun, the warm temperature woke me up. Suddenly, I remembered that last night two masters were fighting in the air.

Suddenly, the fear came out uncontrollably. Pull open the door and crack it a little. Outside, there was a lot of light, and the green grass looked very dazzling in the sunlight.

Be quiet. No one is outside. It's just me. and this hut. That's when I got a clear view of the house. The futon is in the middle of a room of only about ten square meters. In the right corner of the door is a horse-head violin quietly erected. In addition, there were a lot of weeds in the house, which were withered and yellow.

It's such a simple hut that couldn't be simpler. Its owner may be dead or seriously injured. Maybe nothing. Perhaps, on the way back.

Anything is possible. Push open the door! I couldn't open my eyes for a while, and after a while, my eyes adjusted to the world under the sun.

Not far ahead, there is no grass, revealing patches of loess. Obviously, these are the traces left by the battle between the owner of the hut and someone else last night. Following the traces, I walked forward for more than ten minutes. Finally saw a person. No, it was two people, one lying on the ground, half of his body already eaten, and the other squatting beside the corpse and munching on the flesh of the dead.

Blood covered the whole body of those who ate flesh alive. He's like a beast. I was too scared to move.

The man who died was the owner of the hut, the middle-aged man with his long hair, whose face was finally visible to me at the time of his death—a man with a somewhat pale face, but a very indifferent face.

The cannibal only turned his head to look at me faintly, what kind of eyes were they. There is no human affection, like the eyes of a beast watered with desire. I backed away and he continued to eat. I turned and ran, and the sun was shining. My heart is sad.