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Now is the time when it is warm and cold, and on cloudy days, the sun and wind are cold.

At the beginning of the day, Chu Wuyan saw Chu Feng.

The teenagers in the school left in twos and threes, and Chu Wuyanfang took out the wood carving from his bag and said, "Take a look, you're not satisfied?"

Chu Feng's eyes widened suddenly, and he said incoherently, "You really ...... It's really done, it's great, it's great!"

Chu Wuyan didn't hand over the wood carving to him, but said, "I want to know, where did you get this painting from, and who is the person in the painting? If you answer me, I will give you this wood carving for nothing!"

"This ......," Chu Feng hesitated, "This painting is my ...... Father brought it back. I look good, so I want you to carve it out and put it at home!"

Chu Wuyan directly put the wood carving into his bag, and said lightly: "Perfunctory, don't say it!"

Chu Feng lowered his head and hesitated for a while before he made up his mind and said, "Wuyan, you give me the wood carving first, I have an urgent need!" As for this painting, I can tell you later. Okay, this afternoon, you can wait for me at the Duxian Bridge at the foot of Huanghua Mountain? When the time comes, I'll tell you everything as it is!"

"Why Huanghuashan?" Chu Wuyan asked, "You can go directly to my house!"

Chu Feng shook his head again and again, and said, "If I go to your house, my father will scold me!" Also, I don't want others to know about this matter. ”

There is some truth to this, and adults do not like their children near him. Chu Wuyan bowed slightly, and said in a deep voice: "In this way, I will wait until I finish listening to your story, and then I will give you the wood carving!"

Chu Feng listened to him firmly, gritted his teeth and said, "Afternoon is afternoon!"

Chu Wuyan nodded, stood up, limped, and slowly walked towards Huanghua Mountain.

Chu Feng had already delayed for a while, and he also hurriedly got up and ran towards the martial arts arena.

When the shadows of the two men disappeared, a young man in white turned out from behind a large willow tree.

"Huanghuashan?" he whispered these three words, and a meaningful smile curled into the corners of his mouth.

Chujia Village is located in the north of the Zhongzhou mainland. Directly north of it is the vast Taixuan Mountains.

It is said that in the depths of the Taixuan Mountains, there is a group of immortals who can call the wind and rain. Every few hundred years, they would come to the mountains to collect disciples.

Therefore, the villagers of Chujia Village have always believed that they are mortals who are favored by immortals, and the legend of the gods descending to earth has never been interrupted.

It's not that no one has gone deep into the reckless Taixuan Mountains to find immortals, but for tens of thousands of years, only those who seek immortals have gone, and those who have attained the Tao have not returned. Slowly, this kind of thing is rarely talked about.

But the bridge has always been there.

If you want to go deep into the Taixuan Mountains, you must pass through the Duxian Bridge on Huanghua Mountain.

Here, the mountain split into a canyon dozens of feet wide. On both sides of the canyon are bottomless cliffs.

Between the two cliffs, there is a chain bridge made of cold iron. This is the Duxian Bridge.

When Chu Wuyan arrived here, it was almost noon.

The clouds in the sky have accumulated thicker, and it looks like rain is likely to fall at any moment.

The mountain wind whistled past the side, and the mountains and forests were sassy.

Chu Wuyan sat down on the leeward side of the Duxian Bridge and secretly prayed that it would not rain today!

Not far from his side, the iron cables on the Duxian Bridge collided in the vigorous mountain wind, leaving a series of clear sounds of iron and stone clashing.

Soon, a spring thunder exploded in the sky!

Chu Wuyan's heartbeat stopped, and for some reason, he felt a fluster.

He tried to stand up, but a sharp pain in the back of his neck followed.

It was black in front of him, and a white wide sleeve swept past his eyes like a cloud.

"Boom!" another spring thunder exploded.

The cold wind swept the rain and whistled from the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the sky and the earth were already full of smoke and rain.

Chu Wuyan was woken up by freezing.

The cold water poured in from all directions, and he was awakened by the cold.

Sensing that he was sinking, Chu Wuyan instinctively struggled.

The experience of drowning when he was seven years old suddenly came to mind, and there was a cold pitch black in front of him.

Fortunately, in the midst of the chaos, his arm seemed to have climbed a rock.

The will to survive immediately took over the body, and he held on to the stone and climbed it to the surface.

Spit out the cold river water in his mouth, and Chu Wuyan gradually saw his situation clearly.

It was raining in the sky, and the spring thunder roared from an unseen distance.

He was holding a stone and sitting in a shallow river. On both sides of the shallow river, there are cliffs that go straight up.

The rushing water swirled past him, and he wiped his face with his sleeve, which was soaked with blood.

The chill paralyzed his pain, and perhaps he should be grateful for the cold spring rain and the river.

Enduring the dizziness of excessive blood loss, Chu Wuyan used all his strength, climbed onto the stone, stepped on the stone that was exposed to the water, and moved to the side of the waterless cliff.

He must have been swept here from upstream by the river.

But where is this?

Chu Wuyan raised his head and looked at the sky through the misty rain.

He saw the iron cables, the iron cables that shook in the wind and rain.

Could it be that he was thrown off the Immortal Bridge?

Fortunately, there was water under the Duxian Bridge, and he was not killed by the fall, but was washed here by the flowing water, and he was lucky to pick up a life.

The top priority is to take care of the wounds on the body, and also think of ways to keep warm and keep out the cold. Otherwise, his life is still in jeopardy.

These thoughts instinctively poured into his mind, and Chu Wuyan couldn't think about why he had these thoughts, and reluctantly stood up and looked for a place to take shelter from the rain.

After walking more than a dozen zhang downstream, Fang found a rock wall that was concave inward.

This rock wall can accommodate one person to sit and lie down, because the terrain is relatively high, and it is not wet by rain.

Chu Wuyan immediately hid in the rock wall, took off his clothes, shoes and socks, wrung out the water, and put them on his body again.

Away from the cold water, my body gradually warmed up, and the pain woke up at the same time.

The spring rain has not stopped, and I don't know when, the cold hit again, but the temperature on the body turned out to be higher.

He realized that his body, which was not angry, was indeed infected with the wind cold!

What should I do? Do I just die here?

Chu Wuyan picked up a handful of cold water and poured it on his face.

"I don't know what happened to my mother! Thinking about it, she must be so worried, right? This morning, she also said that she wanted me to go back earlier!" Thinking of this, Chu Wuyan felt a little sober, and said in his heart, "No matter what, I must get out of here alive!"

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the river is getting more and more abundant.

Chu Wuyan shrank in the rock wall, repeatedly thinking about a way to get out of trouble.

At such times, if you stay here, you will either die of wind and cold or starvation.

If you go out, you may find a way out, and you are more likely to fall on the way to find a way out.

Moreover, even if he finds a way out, with his physical strength, will he be able to hold out until the time he gets out?

After thinking about it repeatedly, Chu Wuyan got up decisively and struggled to lie flat into the turbulent flowing water.

May this water send him to a place where there are people!