What is it like for a person to fall from a height?

It's hard to say, even if you are lucky enough to experience it once, you can't say it, it's hard to describe.

It was a light, wonderful and exciting feeling.

It's like a feather floating, floating, floating, and going down. It was a long moment.

At that time, Fang Yin was very sober-minded, Fang Yin knew where he was, Fang Yin knew that he was going to die, he was going to die!

It's only a moment of wakefulness, and then my mind is blank!

Of course, that moment, just a moment.

The blue sky and the white sun on it are hidden among the clouds, and the cliffs on both sides of the cliffs are staggered like a dream, one by one, not into the heart!

Only the wind! Only the wind, only the wind whistling in the ears for a long time, buzzing for a long time!

Woo -

As the old fairy said, flying, that's the sound.

There is also a faint trace of fear, which suddenly arises from the bottom of the heart, and is magnified infinitely, infinitely, infinitely! Envelops the body, binds the heart, coagulates the blood, and suffocates the chest! The soul also seems to come out of the body, and Fang Yin seems to be placed in a deep nightmare! The sky is high, and man cannot leave the earth, otherwise he will lose his existence, his roots! And what really frightens people is the unknown, so much so that they have a trace of expectation.

When people are dying, what they expect is not to be born, but to die.

It is peace and silence, relief and liberation.

It's like falling leaves returning to their roots, throwing themselves into the embrace of the earth, and passing away in the wind.

However, there are trees.

There are trees, and there is more than one, thousands of branches are slanting horizontally, and there is vitality in the dry! The cliffs are mountain rocks, and there is soil between the stones, and those large and small trees are convenient for tenacious growth in the cracks of the stone walls, bearing the wind, frost, rain and snow, and the roots are deeply rooted in every narrow corner! The small trees are not as good, the old trees are right, one by one, and thousands of branches are old and vigorous, like solid arms.

That's what saved Fang Yin, one by one, hands.

There was a loud sound of "stabbing and stabbing", and it fell straight to more than 100 feet, and Fang Yin began to meet a tree! His back and body were broken, and he was broken, and several branches were broken, and he was unstoppable, and he generally fell straight down! His cheeks were scratched, but he didn't feel it! His palms were scratched, and he didn't feel it! Fortunately, the cotton clothes were heavy, but he felt that the wind was blowing in, and his ribs were swept over.

When it reached more than 200 zhang, it was a tree again! There was a loud "stabbing and stabbing" sound, and the branches were broken everywhere it passed, but the decline finally slowed down. Passing through, falling again, the cotton clothes were torn several times, the body was already flipping, and the hands and feet were scarred! Fang Yin was like a dilapidated out-of-control paper kite, piercing his hands and feet!

The tree at this time is a fierce tree, and the branches are like branches and sharp swords, the branches are the sword body, and the tip is the head of the sword!

At that moment, time froze.

At that time, he seemed to be a fetus conceived in heaven and earth.

There is wood behind it, and I don't know how many.

To be born, to grow up, to grow up, to be accompanied by pain, to be born with pain, to die unconsciously, is also accompanied by pain. Why do people come here in their lives? They are born with joy, they grow with joy, they are accompanied by joy all their lives, and joy is accompanied by pain. A person's life is always painful and happy, intertwined.

One eye is blood red! One eye is black and white!

It was a sharp pain, piercing to the bone, which made Fang Yin unable to fall asleep.

Open your eyes, a wood, a ghost.

This is a locust tree, the bark is dark brown, the veins are longitudinally cracked, and there are sharp thorns on the dead branches.

Ordinary trees, Fang Yin knows.

Old black locust.

"Really, good luck!" Fang Yin wanted to laugh a little, but he couldn't laugh in pain: "Fang Yin didn't die, Fang Yin didn't die!" This is very happy, happy because it is down-to-earth, which makes people's hearts settle. Yes, Daoist Fang did not die, Daoist Fang fell on this locust tree, which can be described as a good bird to perch on. Of course, it can also be said that the old locust tree saved him, there is only one ghost in one locust tree, and there is one more ghost for no reason, which is always not the same.

It's a person, but it's no longer human.

At least it looks, Daoist Fang looks like a ghost.

Fang Yin lay on top of the branches, like a mess of mud.

It's a mess of colorful mud. The hair, as messy as a withered branch, black and white. The white is cotton wool, like snowflakes, one by one on the body, white and red. It was blood that was red, and on the open flesh, on the bare skin, the blood flowed all over the face, and it overflowed the eyes. Blood-stained white cotton wool, bright red. Blood-stained blue and gray clothes, dark red. Against the backdrop of the cold tones of the bleak heaven and earth, Fang Yin lay there quietly, as if a flower bloomed among the ten thousand trees.

Alone in the wind, it looks particularly poignant!

Fang Yin closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The air is exceptionally fresh and the consciousness is exceptionally sober.

It was already covered in bruises, but the wound was no longer painful, and the cool wind blew, and it was even a little comfortable and happy!

Only one place, a sharp sting!

It's the left shoulder blade, a broken branch like an arrow, through!

Whew――

If you don't want to move, it hurts even more if you move!

The bones seem to be falling apart, and there is no strength in the body, but if you don't want to die, you still have to move!

Heart.

Raising his eyelids and rolling his eyes, Fang Yin looked straight at the thing—

Millennial Ganoderma lucidum!

The immortal zhi that the old immortal said was born in front of Fang Yin's eyes!

The gray and black jagged stone wall, snow-white, huge, proudly swaggering in the wind, can't help but be ignored by people.

It is born at the root of the old locust tree, one zhi and one tree, and it is accompanied by each other.

It looks black, and the dead branches and grass can't cover it, just like a toothless mouth, just a fairy cave!

Strange!

It's strange, it's not strange, the old fairy has already been calculated, is the turtle rank Xianzhi! The stone turtle is on top, the fairy is below, the stone turtle is probed, and the fairy is in the mouth. The reason why it has been delayed is probably because the Ganoderma lucidum is less than a thousand years, or the turtle's neck is not long enough to reach it. This is not strange, not strange at all, there is no one to reach the cliff here, and one or two immortal grasses are born under the nourishment of the aura of heaven and earth for ten thousand years, it is not strange.

It's strange why did Daoist Fang fall here?

Coincidentally, too coincidentally, coincidentally, coincidentally so coincidental that it cannot be explained, it can only be said that it is providence!

Providence makes people elusive, just like Daoist Fang doesn't know why he is here at this time, and he ends up half dead. Of course, if there is a cliff, there will be people who jump, whether they can't think about looking for death, or accidentally falling down, Fang Yin is not the first one in thousands of years. And in the legend, when this situation occurs, most of the time there will be some adventures, such as this immortal zhi, such as this cave, such as the secret book of divine weapons and martial arts.

As a blessing in disguise, he soared into the sky, turning from a nobody into a hero of the world! Those legends, Boss Fang had heard a lot in the teahouse before, but now he actually fell on his own head!

What will happen?

In any case, Fang Yin also had to go over and take a look.

At least there is a place to stay, a place to stay, and see how the injuries are.

When he got up, the broken branch was pulled out on his shoulder, and the pain was like cramps and bones! It was not easy to get over, not to mention the extent of the injury, it was impossible to reach the world, and it was like a moat in just a few feet, and Fang Yin was slowly crawling over.

If you die once, what are you afraid of?