Sunlight peeks through the cracks in the leaves and hits the ground merrily.

The decaying leaf layer on the surface of the woodland seems to have laid a thick cushion on the wood, fluffy and soft.

In the middle of the woodland, a man lay motionless on a "mat".

It was a young man, his face was mostly obscured by scratches and blood, his eyebrows were dark and long, stubbornly raised like a sword, and like the outstretched wings of a wild duck on a lake. On the young man's body, the blue-gray robe was torn, and it was roughly recognizable as a Taoist robe, which was torn in many places, revealing the white undershirt inside. And below his waist, his robe was torn into long strips of fine cloth, the breeze blowing, and the grass skirt fluttered.

From afar, the boy seemed to be enjoying a rare time of sleep in the afternoon.

However, the few strands of blue-gray cloth hanging from the high branches, as well as the scratches on the boy's skin, all show that the truth is not so warm.

His eyelids twitched, and a pair of dark and deep eyes slowly opened under his thick eyebrows.

Tang Chen woke up from his slumber with a bit of dazedness, and then gradually regained consciousness.

He quickly remembered the last moments of his coma: the reddish-brown cliffs, the trees on the top of the mountain, the clouds in the sky, and everything he could see, all of them rapidly retreating, the sound of the wind howling in his ears, and his body falling to the ground under the pull of gravity. When the fear exceeded the limits of his will, he fainted.

"Am I dead?"

Look around.

The speckled sunlight, the vibrant foliage, and the fresh scent of the mountains and forests are a far cry from the fabled dreadful dungeons. The soreness and pain that came from all over his body finally convinced the boy that he was still alive.

The dense canopy of the tree overhead, countless weak branches and leaves cast a buffer zone up to tens of meters high, absorbing and decomposing the huge kinetic energy generated during the fall layer by layer, playing the role of a shock-absorbing rope. The thick layer of rotten leaves on the ground is like a natural protective pad, so that the teenager will not be seriously injured when he lands.

Picking up a life, Tang Chen began to check his physical condition.

Starting with the fingers, the fingers twist and bend, then the hands, forearms, upper arms, toes, legs, chest, back, hips, ...... He is extremely patient and conscientious, and although the examination is slower, he can avoid the risk of aggravating the injury, and in this situation alone in the field, some details may be the difference between life and death.

After a long time, Tang Chen let out a long breath.

Initial examination showed that the internal organs were in good condition except for some scratch marks and that there were no headache fractures. Falling off a cliff was only slightly injured, which is a matter of good fortune anyway.

Suddenly, he noticed a small patch of blood underneath him.

Blood soaked through his clothes and stuck to his skin, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Tang Chen's face suddenly turned pale.

Still injured.

It wasn't the bloodstain itself that scared him, but the location of the bloodstain: under the buttocks.

Don't......

An ominous premonition gnawed at his mind like a poisonous snake, Tang Chen's mind went blank, his face turned from pale to dead ashes, his whole body trembled slightly, and his hairs stood on end. In extreme uneasiness, he suppressed the fear in his heart, slowly lifted the straw skirt-like robe, loosened the belt of his trousers, hesitated for a while, he finally closed his eyes and slowly reached inside.

Slowly, but resolutely enough.

Life or death, there must be an answer!

On the ground, the two thick eyebrows rose at the same time, and the eyes suddenly opened, looking inside along the gap.

A moment later, there was an indistinct grunt in his throat, as if he was laughing, as if he was crying. Cold sweat has long soaked the whole body, but the face is so thick that it can't be dissolved with satisfaction and happiness, and there is a fear of escaping death, the starry eyes bloom with a moving look, and every eyelash seems to be happy and forgetful.

The worst fears didn't happen!

The little friend was safe and sound, and Tang Chen's mood was unprecedentedly relaxed.

He soon discovered that there was no wound between his waist and leg at all. The source of the blood stains was a cloth bag pressed under him, which was originally pinned to his waist, but when he landed, it was pressed under him, and the blood seeped out of the bag and stuck to the boy's legs, which eventually caused him to experience the previous moment of horror.

"I'm scared to death!"

The mouth of the bag is untied, revealing a rabbit's head.

Tang Chen casually pulled it a few times, revealing a look of regret, and said to himself: "It took more than ten days to catch it, it's so glorious, I hope it won't affect the taste." ”

It is recorded in the "Duoyi Lu": the grass rabbit, a spirit animal, timid, alert, action like the wind, is a special product of the grass family peak in the Dadong Mountains. The meat of the grass rabbit is extremely delicious, it is delicious in the world, and it is suitable for stewing......

In order to eat the legendary grass rabbit, Tang Chen went hundreds of miles into the Dadong Mountains alone, laid baits and traps, and squatted for more than ten days to finally get something. The rabbit did not directly step on the trap, but he was forced to the top of the cliff to capture it, but unfortunately he was very happy and sad, and his feet slipped when he retreated, almost letting the captured rabbit pull the back of the pad.

Re-fastened the mouth of the bag, looking at the scratches on his hands, Tang Chen smiled bitterly.

"In the sect, I was regarded by the elders as a typical example of not doing a good job, and if I wanted to get some ingredients, I could fall off the cliff and cross over, should I be so different......

The valve of thoughts was opened, and memories flowed in Tang Chen's heart like a clear stream.

An 18-year-old college student who had just stepped onto a college campus was in the air with hormones. Before the crossing, he was excited about his first date with the goddess at night, and in order to recuperate, he deliberately took a nap, but when he woke up, he was shocked to find that he had become a little monk who had not grown all his hair.

He went on his first date in his life, and just like that, he passed by.

This is the world of demon cultivators, completely different from the world he is familiar with.

The monks and demons clashed frequently, and the battles continued. There is also fierce competition among the cultivators, whether it is the five giants who are in charge of the Five Realms of Heaven or the various sects in the cultivation realm, it is not uncommon for them to compete for resources and status. The strong determine the order and rules, and whoever has a big enough fist represents the truth.

Strength is respected, and the weak eat the strong.

Working hard to improve one's strength is the only way to enhance one's status and rights.

But Tang Chen had no intention of becoming a cultivator, even if Shou Yuan would improve as he cultivated.

The strength of cultivation is often directly proportional to the time invested, and it is common to practice penance in retreat for many years.

Tang Chen had done a simple calculation problem: he subtracted the longevity that could be increased during the foundation building period from the cultivation time required to build the foundation from Qi refining to foundation building, and the answer was a blinding negative number. Therefore, this guy openly declared that cultivation is completely a cocoon, and the gains outweigh the losses, and that instead of violating the natural penance, it is better to cherish the precious life, enjoy life, and enjoy it in time......

His fallacy subverted everyone's cognition and was unanimously rebuked by his teachers.

If things are really as he said, why do people still have to cultivate the truth for thousands of years?

It was soon pointed out that his method of calculation was very debatable: if anyone was only willing to spend one or two hours a day meditating and the rest of the time eating, drinking, and having fun, it was definitely not cultivating, it was herding sheep!

But Tang Chen insisted on his opinion.

He prefers good food to cultivation.