Xi Yu is the first time in his life that Xi Yu has gone out for the first time since he can remember, just like letting birds return to the forest and fish diving into the abyss. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He had the deer-fighting knife tied to his back, a rusty iron rod in his hand, and a burden on his shoulders, full of spirit.

Xi Yu's foot strength is excellent, it is not a problem to go over the mountains and mountains, such as walking on the ground, rarely when the face is red and panting, thirsty to drink the mountain stream, hungry to eat the steamed bread dry food, sometimes greasy, the mouth is greedy, then pick up the sleeves to catch a pheasant and beat the tooth sacrifice, or a fierce man into the river to catch a fat carp rack on the fire to roast to eat, the goose has plucked its feathers, and the resting place is full of bones and fish bones.

Along the way, the mountains and rivers are far away, and he is happy to be free.

The forest is deep, the mountains are like a tree, the sun reflects the light, the rain harvests the color, the hills and ravines are full of wild fruits, the cliffs and mosses grow everywhere, Xi Yu sleeps on the pine roots, sleeps on the moon, and the sunrise and morning dew falls.

The sun is strong, the water waves are gentle, and everything in the world is precious, and the young man is happy to see everything.

But the good times didn't last long, after he trekked for half a month, he inevitably got covered in mud, but he helplessly found that he was a road idiot, and he had been lost for several days. Looking into the distance, except for the mountains around, there are mountains, a barren and uninhabited, I can't help but feel angry, and my feet have become slow.

Alas, gods, gods, where are you all hiding?

Xi Yu bowed his head, tilted his neck and made a bitter face to start the first worry of leaving home, thinking that the blessed land of the immortal family in the biography should be in Yunshen nowhere, but this poor mountain and bad water does not look like Zhong Lingyuxiu's place no matter how you look at it.

In fact, his family is poor, and the oil and water saved from selling medicine and privately withholding it are not enough for him to open a meat meal for ten days and a half months.

On the way, Xi Yu couldn't hold back his temperament, and opened the recommendation book left by the old man surnamed Ji, and knew that the sky was high and the water was far away, and there was more than one corner of the world, and the immortal blessed land he was going to was not in this realm, but on a piece of land called the Ancient Holy Continent, and when he finished reading, he spit out two mouthfuls of spittle, dipped it in sticky with saliva, covered his ears and stole the bell, and felt that it looked the same as unopened.

He sighed, no matter what, the top priority is to get out of this mountain, otherwise if he continues to sleep in the open like this, the immortals will not have the blessing to do, and the savages will not be able to run steadily.

Xi Yu usually rushes during the day, and at night he will find an empty cave stone to seal overnight, and if he is lucky, he can also meet the dilapidated thatched hut built by Orion or his fellow medicine pickers in this wilderness, which has been abandoned for a long time, and it will fall when the wind blows, and it is full of spider silk, but it is also better than being frozen outside, if it really doesn't work, he will repeat the trick and simply climb the tree to sleep.

This is not the piece of mountain that he is familiar with, it is extremely dangerous, there are often wolves, insects, tigers and leopards, and there are countless snake caves and beast caves, he does not dare to take it lightly, in case he falls asleep and is eaten by a wild beast, and he can't see the sun the next day, it is really a death before he gets out of the school.

In the past half a month, he has been in danger several times, but thanks to the endless stream of strange strength that suddenly grew in his body, he repeatedly escaped from the ascension to heaven, and turned the danger into a disaster.

Since Xi Yu accidentally ate the clams and the meat balls it was chasing, as well as the fiery red lingzhi that was picked up in his mouth three or two times when he was unconscious, after waking up, he felt that there was a clear breath between his mouth and nose, his body was fierce, and his strength was getting bigger and bigger day by day, sometimes even he himself would be frightened, but he would have inexplicable nosebleeds.

"Oh, that's right!"

While gnawing on the hard dry food, he was thinking wildly, and suddenly slapped his head, turned over and took off the burden, took out a yellow paper thin book from it, and said with a slight annoyance: "How did I forget this stubble." ”

I found a big tree nearby, untied my luggage, and read it with both hands, which I got from one of the dried corpses buried that day, and I had put it at the bottom when I had sorted out the package before, and I had forgotten it after these days.

The thin book has only a few pages, the color is old and yellow, and it is very delicate to the touch, much like the oil paper used to wrap hot and freshly baked baked cakes in the market, with four small characters written on it.

He had studied it on the night he first got it, and felt that it recorded all kinds of mysteries, in the clouds, and mysterious, and he couldn't sleep for it, but he still couldn't help but doubt it, no matter how he looked at it, it was more like the set of poor and sour storytelling, but what happened later came one after another, so he pressed it in his heart and didn't deliberately remember it.

Now it is different from the past, Xi Yu has seen all kinds of unbelievable strange things in the past few days, strange spirits, even if someone tells him that there is a way to bring the dead back to life, he is willing to believe it.

Although Xi Yu's temperament is happy, but when he reads a book, he can also settle down, time passes quietly, the sun sets and the moon rises, he just covers the volume and exhales deeply.

What is recorded in the thin book is the customs and customs of a vast area that Xi Yu does not know, and some wild history anecdotes, all of which are unheard of by him without leaving home, and the dense small characters are not dazzling, but relish, the more you look at it, the more you feel the novelty, the world is big, it is really strange, and the more you feel that you are lonely and unheard, and you are a frog at the bottom of the well.

The opening of the book also mentions the word monk who has always been obsessed with Xi Yu from the mouth of the blue-shirted young man, which solves his confusion.

The so-called monks have insight into the changes of heaven and earth, and refining and cultivating qi are for monks.

When Xi Yu read this, he paused for a moment and touched his chin, it turned out that the group of people from the village came to control the style of Shenhong, and mistakenly thought that it was a Taoist immortal family, but it was not the case, it was just a person who cultivated the true Tao, and the book said that the true meaning of the law of immortality has not yet been confirmed and found, but there are some great monks with advanced Taoism who can shake the heavens and the earth with a physical mortal fetus, burn the mountains and boil the sea, and carry the power of thunder between their gestures.

Such a thorough situation is no longer extraordinary, which makes Xi Yu, a village boy who grew up in the mountains, have a dry mouth, and his heart is shaken, and he is fascinated, and he is more and more determined to seek the idea of seeking immortals and asking questions.

Human nature, all have a deep-seated fear of death, Xi Yujing saw the departure of his last loved one helplessly, and his heart was even more terrifying to the Netherworld Yama, if he didn't move this idea of asking for immortals, even if there was no disease and no disaster, it would be difficult to escape death after the age of 100, and he died suddenly in the cry of his descendants, and his body rotted in the ground and turned into a pile of white bones, and his soul was inevitably hooked away by the yin, and he was tortured by the Daoshan oil pot.

Every time he thought of this, he was cold, his hair stood on end, and he couldn't bear the chill in his heart.

As for the innate breath, it turned out to be a mantra for breathing and breathing, which does not take up space, only about dozens of words, Xi Yu can recite it backwards after reading it twice, Rao is like this, he still wrote it up and down to ensure that not a word is missed.

Although I don't know that there is such a thing as going crazy, Xi Yu is still very cautious, it is a matter of longevity, and he does not dare to be sloppy.

At that moment, he decided to give it a try, sat down cross-legged, ran the Xuanfa, closed his eyes, spit and inhaled, and he quickly found the qi sensation mentioned in the mantra, and countless stars and dots of heat suddenly gushed out of his limbs, like a mountain spring returning to the stream, and he suddenly felt warm all over his body.