Qingqiu saw Zhou Shaobai's face embarrassed, and asked, "What's the matter, but it's too difficult?"

Zhou Shaobai looked at the bottom of the water and sighed, and said, "Don't hide it, I once tried to hold my breath for a pillar of incense before, but I failed when I was close to success." It is indeed very difficult for the pen and fun to hold www.biquge.info breath in the water for so long. ”

Qing Qiu Li saw that his expression was grim, and knew that what he said was true, so he said: "Actually, you don't have to worry so much about holding your breath, although you can rest assured, when you go underwater, I have my own way." ”

Zhou Shaobai saw that the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and she looked full of confidence, but she didn't know what kind of medicine she was selling in her gourd, and was about to ask what the method was, Qingqiu Li looked up at the sun and said, "The hour is coming now, if you don't set off again, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up." ”

Zhou Shaobai's heart sank, thinking of the unconscious Yuqiluo.

He gritted his teeth, nodded heavily, and said, "Okay, since you have a way, then let's hurry up!"

Qing Qiuli nodded, suddenly took out a roll of rope, tied one end firmly to his waist, and threw the other end to Zhou Shaobai, so that he could also tie it to his waist.

"It's dark underwater, there are a lot of undercurrents, and it's hard to tell the direction, so you must follow me. But the further down it goes, the darker it becomes, so with this rope, it should be of some use. Qingqiu couldn't feel at ease, and gave a few more instructions, seeing that Zhou Shaobai listened carefully, he said, "Then let's go!"

After speaking, Qingqiu took a long breath and jumped into the hot spring, Zhou Shaobai didn't have a splash, he also took a deep breath and jumped into it, and followed Qingqiu Li to the bottom of the hot spring.

The more the hot spring water went to the bottom, the hotter it was, Zhou Shaobai only felt that his body was stinged by the churning hot spring water, but he couldn't speak, so he had to grit his teeth and endure silently, and he had to keep his eyes open and look closely at the traces of Qingqiuli in front of him.

Qingqiu didn't dare to drag the mud and water, so he swam forward along the bottom of the pool, swam to a stone cave, turned around and beckoned to Zhou Shaobai, signaling him to hurry up, and then he got into it.

Where did Zhou Shaobai dare to stop at all, he hurriedly swam over, and followed into the stone cave.

Entering the stone cave, I suddenly felt that the water around my body was hotter, and the pain all over my body was unbearable, and even my head seemed to have ten thousand steel needles pierced into the flesh and skin, which was unspeakably painful. Zhou Shaobai was in unbearable pain, he couldn't help grinning, a lot of water poured into his mouth in an instant, and his tongue was blistered, he quickly covered his mouth, and just swam forward desperately.

Fortunately, the further he went, the water temperature began to drop slowly, no longer like a hot pig's hair, Zhou Shaobai thought in his heart, he must be about to reach the underground river.

At this time, Zhou Shaobai was already in a place where he couldn't see his five fingers, there was no light at all, and he couldn't distinguish between front and back, up and down, left and right. It seems that he inadvertently broke into Taiyi and completely lost himself in this foreign land.

Fortunately, there is still a rope prepared by Qingqiu Li on his waist.

There was a faint pull on the rope, and this force was the only thing Zhou Shaobai could feel in this ancient and desolate chaos.

Without hesitation, he fumbled for the rope, followed the direction from which the strength came, spread his limbs, and struggled forward.

It's just because apart from this weak strength, there is nothing else for him to perceive, and nothing else for him to trust.

No, there is.

That's pain.

Although he has practiced the art of breathing on the mountain for eight years, it can be said that he has long been proficient, but the breathlessness in the face of green bamboos, green pines, and the sea of purple clouds is completely similar to the breathlessness in the face of darkness and nothingness, which is too easy to be chaotic.

Under the dark water, the absurd thoughts in the brain are most likely to arise, and in the face of these thoughts, we must be vigilant in time to eliminate them one by one. Otherwise, if you lose your mind in such a place, you will definitely lose your life.

So Zhou Shaobai forced himself to recite the "Ming Heart Sutra" silently, and read it again and again, again and again, again and again.

The evil thoughts were really eliminated, and the brain became clear.

But in such a place, it is not necessarily a good thing to have a clear mind.

I don't know how long I've been holding my breath.

Chest tightness, headache, it seems that there are countless steel needles piercing the blood vessels and qi veins of the whole body, every moment passes, every inch of swimming, you have to endure the pain again and worse than before.

It's just too hard.

The price of staying sane is suffering, suffering that seems to never end.

Unwilling to suffer and let your sanity be destroyed, the result is a walking corpse and a death in this dark foreign land.

Zhou Shaobai had no choice, he could only choose pain.

Because he still has people he cares about, people he wants to save, and people he wants to see again.

It's not just Yukira.

Those smiles, those pasts, welled up in his heart.

My thoughts are long, as if I saw the stone steps that I walked through when I was a child and walked up the mountain, which was long and long.

In a trance, I actually smelled the medicinal fragrance of Jiukangtang again.

I just came back from playing on the street, but I don't know what kind of good dishes are made in my mother's pot?

Zhou Shaobai woke up suddenly, in a cold sweat.

Fang Cai is so terrifying, evil thoughts are really everywhere, and they almost want to take his mind again.

Zhou Shaobai didn't dare to think about anything else, so he risked his life to recite the "Ming Heart Sutra" silently in his heart, except for his limbs still swimming forward instinctively, he didn't care about anything else, he didn't think about anything.

However, this is a long way.

Hold your breath.

Also hold your breath.

Insist on holding your breath.

I can't hold on anymore.

Why hasn't it arrived yet?

Will the time of a stick of incense be so long?

Zhou Shaobai's body stiffened and sank.

Fall into darkness.

I can't hold on anymore.

It was his last thought before he lost consciousness.

However, a hand reached over and grabbed him.

Before Zhou Shaobai's last thoughts disappeared from his mind, a cool breath came.

Let his heart, which would have been silent, fight with all his strength, and continue to beat.

The dark river flows rapidly along the gap in the mountain, without stopping, the flow speed in front is getting faster and faster, it turns out that further forward, there is actually a cliff, this is not many years ago, a violent earthquake, caused the trembling of the mountains, and destroyed all the original structures in the deep mountains, forming the current cliff.

The rushing dark river, completely unaware of the cliff in front of him, continued to rush away, and immediately planted a hundred-foot cliff, becoming an extremely magnificent waterfall, roaring and falling into the deep pool below, like the Yao Pond pouring down, shattering countless jade chips.

It's a pity that such a magnificent beauty is hidden deep in the mountain, and it has never been shown to people in its true face, otherwise there will be countless poems in the world that praise the magnificent beauty of this waterfall, which are widely circulated and endless.

However, for the two people who rushed down the river in the dark river, this beautiful scenery was an out-and-out ghost gate.

If you are carried down a hundred-foot cliff by this rapids and fall straight into the pool, you will fall into the eighteenth layer of hell, and there is no possibility of seeing the light of day again.