In the mountains and forests, a person is sweating like rain.

"Aren't these roots all turned up, why are they still so deep? Huang Liang wielded a military multi-purpose shovel, digging hard to dig out all the roots of the demon tree.

Xing looked at Huang Liang's efforts, his face was speechless, he never thought that Huang Liang would be attracted to this point by the taste of the sap from the roots of the tree.

"I really didn't expect that the sap from this tree root was so delicious, and after drinking it, I felt that the physical strength consumed by the battle just now had recovered, which was unexpected. Huang Liang looked at the stump of the demon tree that was still deeply rooted after it was cut down, and sighed.

"This is just the nutrient juice of the demon tree, and speeding up healing is the effect of quickly depleting these sap on the rhizome. Xing felt that Huang Liang was a bit earthy like this, which made him a little helpless.

"It's not poor, and it's all good for me now. Huang Liang continued to wield the shovel, galloping through the mountains and forests, and Huang Liang, who climbed the mountain with his bare hands without sweating, regained the feeling of exercising to lose weight.

The sun moved up, and Huang Liang, who set off from the morning sun, is now close to noon, but he is still harvesting the spoils of war halfway up the mountain in Qiuchi, leaving the task of exploring the road behind.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, Huang Liang only felt that the back of his head was slapped heavily, and his defenseless head went directly into the pit he had worked so hard to dig, eating a mouth full of mud.

Huang Liang put his hands on the ground, rolled forward directly, pulled his head out of the dirt, and then quickly turned around to look for the attacking enemy.

However, Huang Liang, who had not noticed it at all, received another attack on the back of his head, and slapped Huang Liang directly on Lin again, and Gang Qi had no defensive effect at all.

Huang Liang lay on the ground and didn't move, holding the back of his head with both hands, and he already had doubts about Gang Qi in his heart.

"Why hit me. Huang Liang said loudly, you must know that in this deserted place, he slapped the back of his head, and directly ignored Gang Qi's already quite strong physique, except for the punishment on his body, Huang Liang couldn't think of anyone else.

"Ma slip up the mountain, good exploration, you are here to hunt for treasure. The punishment was not in one place, and on the side, he slapped Huang Liang's unprotected head again.

"Bang!" Huang Liang felt that there were gold stars on his head, and begged for mercy in his mouth: "You have to get it, don't be greedy, go up the mountain after collecting these, don't fight, and if you fight again, you have to sleep here tonight." ”

"Hurry up. The punishment was angry.

Huang Liang hurriedly got up, neatly pulled out the new dagger, stabbed it into the dug tree root, and then took it and inserted a straw into it, with a military water bag underneath.

The sap from the roots of the tree flowed quickly, and the military water bag was directly filled.

Looking at the juice that was still dripping, Huang Liang took a few sips directly from his mouth, and then he was satisfied to cover the water bag, put it in his backpack, and started climbing the mountain again.

He felt that if he dragged it any longer, he would probably have to lie here today, and the back of his head had begun to hurt.

The mountain gets steeper and steeper, even with Huang Liang's skills, he can only choose to forcibly break the ground and climb, and he already feels that he has a good road to go, and how stupid the decision to climb the mountain is.

Two point displacement, the shortest straight line, Huang Liang also personally interpreted this truth, of course, at this time Huang Liang wanted to add a sentence, not necessarily doing the work.

Looking at the mountain peak close at hand, Huang Liang breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed the stone on the top of the mountain with his hand around Gangqi, and successfully jumped to the top of Qiuchi Mountain with a borrowed force.

As far as the eye can see, it is already a developed scenic spot building, and the cold in winter and the low temperature on the top of the mountain make Huang Liang's tough body a little uncomfortable, and his hands unconsciously rubbed to rub the temperature.

"Great God of Punishment, where is the place?" Huang Liang looked at the square covered with floor tiles, a little dazed, the development of this scenic spot has made this long-history mountain peak lose the charm of the times.

"Let's go north, I already feel it, it's just ahead. The words of the punishment carried three points of apprehension, three points of memory, and three points of sigh.

Huang Liang didn't do much, and walked slowly along the cement road under his feet towards the north, without running or hurrying.

It seems that the existence of time has always been just a human imagination, and time belongs to a special dimension? No, time is just a law used by human beings to record the movement of objects, the laws of space change, and the things that human beings experience from birth to death.

Huang Liang looked up at the sun, the sun was very dazzling, and the ultraviolet rays irradiated Huang Liang's pupils, making Huang Liang squint his eyes, his footsteps did not stop, and his head was not lowered.

The sun rises every day, and the world has life passing away every moment, the same space, the same object, the same movement, only life and the rings change.

At this time, I want to sigh that everything familiar in the world has passed, leaving me alone to live in the world, but there are no familiar people, familiar things, familiar environments and familiar circumstances.

The scenery on Qiuchi Mountain is very beautiful, the dense trees, the scenery from afar, walking alone here, it seems particularly leisurely and comfortable.

Huang Liang enjoys this feeling very much, as if traveling alone, walking his own path, leaving his own memories, and experiencing his own life.

The breeze blows, with a little bit of cold winter, and the leaves on the mountain are blown and swayed, making a "whoosh" sound.

Huang Liang lowered his head and closed his dry eyes hard, human beings are insignificant, it is difficult to fight against the stars after all, even if it is difficult to look at each other.

Xing knew that Huang Liang could slow down his pace, and he didn't urge, but he was also feeling everything around him, trying to find the traces of the war in this old place.

However, it was too long ago, the sand and gravel slipping, the growth of trees, and even the memory of the torture himself were blurred, and his memory was filled with too much loneliness, too much pain.

The road will eventually be completed, just like life, either one road to the end, even if it is a dead end, there is no regret, or take one step at a time, and fight hard for a lifetime, not knowing when good luck will come.

Xing looked at the sun that had never changed, and smiled, his own way, but not to the end, no matter what a terrible trap set by the Yellow Emperor, but he was a punishment.

"Jingwei Weimu will fill the sea. The torture dance is dry, and the fierce ambition is always there. There is no class of the same thing, and there is no regret when it is gone. Set in the heart of the past, a good day can be waited. Huang Liang suddenly remembered Tao Yuanming's "Reading the Classic of Mountains and Seas: Its Tenth".

When Xing heard this, he was stunned, and then laughed silently, where Huang Liang couldn't see, the corners of his mouth gradually pulled open, he remembered his original self, and found himself.

Five thousand years have worn out many, many things, and even the nature of punishment is about to disappear in the Zheng of time

"I am the punishment, the punishment of the master who dares to fight alone, I am fearless!"