Leaving Fishhead Town, the cold wind headed in the direction pointed by Sunset Red.

Since the cold wind had now returned to ordinary people, they could only walk on foot, so they walked along the road pressed by the carriage.

Thorns and weeds grew along the winding path, and it was noon, the temperature was high, and the dust was rolling in from time to time as horse-drawn carriages passed by.

The cold wind was full of dense sweat on his forehead, and this morning of walking did make his limbs weak, and there was no wind blowing on the road, which made him feel the heat that he had never felt before.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked up at the fiery sun, frowned and narrowed, he returned to an ordinary person, he couldn't stand the strong light emitted by the sun.

If you go all the way, how much time will it take, I'm afraid it will take a few years!

Leng Feng couldn't help but want to return to his old state, sat in the grass by the roadside, took out a little dry food from the sack, and put it in his mouth, while thinking about how to revive the soul body and energy.

Because he had been walking for so long, there was not nearly half a drop of water in Leng Feng's mouth, and his mouth was dry, and he choked when he ate dry food.

He tried hard to swallow the ration, and slapped his chest a few times, but to no avail.

So he quickly stood up and spread his senses, searching for a water source around him.

Just as he unleashed his senses, he was suddenly shocked, because he found that in the jungle a hundred feet away behind him, there was a person hiding in the grass, motionless. He was like a fierce beast waiting to hunt, with a fierce light in his eyes, staring at the cold wind.

The cold wind locked his eyebrows, and when he came out of Yutou Town, he had never developed his divine sense, could it be that this person followed him from Yutou Town?

But why did he just follow himself, and what was he going to do?

Since the other party hadn't done anything for the time being, considering that his soul body and body were sleeping, Leng Feng didn't dare to act rashly, so he simply pretended not to know about this person's existence, and continued to expand his divine sense to find out if there was a water source nearby.

Eventually, the cold wind found a fairly clear stream in the grass nearly a hundred feet away from the right front.

The cold wind did not hesitate to go in the direction of the stream, even if he was not choking, he continued to drink at the moment.

After passing through the thorns and weeds, the cold wind clothes were cut by the thorns, and the back of the hands was also scratched a few times, before coming to the stream.

The creek was no more than three feet wide, like a stream of water lurking among the weeds. When he saw the stream, Leng Feng didn't care about the scratches on the back of his hand, first picked up the splash and threw it in his face, then knelt on the ground, supported his body with both hands, and poked his head into the stream to drink.

If the cold wind soul body and instrument were not asleep, they would not normally experience this feeling of bitterness at all. For an immortal cultivator, being hungry, thirsty, and walking through thorns are all trivial things, but as an immortal cultivator, the cold wind can only realize the truth of ordinary life because of the strength of his divine sense, and he can also see another avenue from this.

The clear water made the cold wind that was still hot just now, and the body was refreshed. So the cold wind walked into the stream, which was not knee-deep, and the cold wind squatted down and wet his whole body.

"Whew-"

took a long breath, and the tiredness just now was washed away, and the whole person was relaxed.

It took nearly half an hour before the cold wind got up, walked out of the stream, passed through the thorns, and continued along the path.

And during this time, he has been wary of the figure behind him. Now the cold wind can be sure that the man is following him, and no matter which fork in the road the cold wind crosses, the path that the person chooses is always the same as the cold wind.

An hour passed, and the cold wind traveled into a small forest, and the vegetation in the forest was not luxuriant, but it was passable.

The scorching sun shines through the leaves, making the ground look sparkling. It's just that at this time, Leng Feng didn't have the heart to pay attention to these, he was sweating profusely, his lips were purple, his mind was dull, his whole body couldn't lift any strength at all, and his pace slowed down a lot.

As an immortal cultivator, I have never experienced the feeling of heat stroke, and I don't know the common sense that when it is too hot, you need to let the temperature of your body slow down before you can play in the water.

Leng Feng shook his head vigorously a few times, and he couldn't get rid of the sleepiness, which made his eyes squint weakly.

What's going on? It's a little cold, but why do you sweat so much?

He walked over to a large tree and leaned against it, his limbs powerless to support him on, even though his consciousness was unaffected.

The strength of his divine consciousness made him feel the pain of this feeling in more detail. This is the suffering of mortals, and it is also the suffering of cultivators. How many people can feel the suffering in the world? Even fewer people can comprehend the path of enlightenment from this ordinary suffering.

At that time, the bitterness came willingly. At this moment, joy is full of sorrow.

Leng Feng had no other way than to make the soul body and instrument body wake up and suppress this feeling. This made him sigh: it turns out that being a mortal is so difficult. If a mortal can't do it well, then how many immortal cultivators are respected by mortals as 'immortals'?

It's just that they're all human beings, and they live in different ways. Immortal cultivators don't know the suffering of mortals, and mortals don't know the difficulties of immortal cultivators. There is no one in this, and there is no one in the other.

But now, as an ordinary but not ordinary cold wind, I can perceive this qiē through two identities, and promote this and there is another in the other. The difficulty of the weak and the difficulty of the strong are combined, thus evolving into the Tai Chi twin faces, and the cold wind can once again comprehend the true meaning of the Great Dao from the suffering of these twin faces.

With this understanding, the cold wind Dao heart seems to have reached another level. But at this moment, he didn't have the kind of mind to be happy, and he was dizzy, and he wanted to just lean against the tree and fall asleep, but there was still such a person staring at him in the distance, so that when he was suffering, he had to expand his consciousness and pay attention to that person's every move.

Nearly half an hour later, the man stood still, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly walked towards the cold wind.

The figure emerged from the jungle, an old man, with no hair on the top of his head, no more than one finger, immediately rickety, and lewd wings when walking. On his somewhat loose face, a pair of weasel-like eyes sparkled as if he was thinking about something.

Step by step, he was wary of approaching the cold wind, sometimes standing for a long time, and then approaching.

The cold wind sat against the tree, and the heat stroke made him breathe a little short, and his mouth was dry.

Less than a hundred zhang away, the old man walked stubbornly for more than half an hour. The old man came to Leng Feng's body, his hands behind his back, and his eyes did not dare to look directly at Leng Feng. From time to time, he looked at it, but he was silent, as if he were sure of something.

After a long time, the old man asked uncertainly

"You--But the True Yang Sect's Heavenly and Human Divine Sense, Cold Wind?"

The old man had also been to Hengshan before to see the Tao, and the expression of the cold wind at that time could be said to shock the Quartet, making it known to everyone in the world.

Leng Feng's eyebrows were tightly locked, seeing the old man like this, he didn't think he was a decent person. I couldn't help but be a little vigilant in my heart, but I didn't lie

"That's right, you've been with me for a long time, why?"

When the old man heard this, his body shook and his pupils dilated. But in the blink of an eye, he walked back and forth, staring at the cold wind, and said

"A year ago, the little Taoist master who fought alone with the boy with the extraordinary eye, is it you?"

Because the old man didn't feel the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power from Leng Feng, as if he was an ordinary person, plus Leng Feng knew that he had been with him for a long time just now, which made the old man have a lot of doubts in his heart, and he couldn't help but confirm it again.

"That's right. Leng Feng stared at the old man and said lightly.

After hearing this, the old man glanced at the cold wind again, and thought about it for a long time in his heart, and said

"You don't look good today. ”

"So what? What do you want to do?" Leng Feng didn't know how to fight with people at all, and he didn't consider the purpose of the old man's questioning, so he spoke bluntly about everything.

And the old man seemed to have gotten some kind of answer, his eyes were stunned with excitement, the corners of his mouth were weirdly slightly curved, and the whole person became gloomy.

"It has been nearly a hundred years since it was decrepit, and it has not been advanced. Today, I am afraid that time is running out, and I want to borrow your essence and drink your essence and blood to help me break the way. ”

Although the cold wind is asleep in the soul body and instrument, through the guò divine sense, he can feel that the realm of the old man in front of him is already in the second order of the Ying Shen. And this kind of strength is far from being something that an ordinary person can deal with.

When he heard the old man say this, Leng Feng couldn't help but be startled in his heart, and then stood up, his voice was a little higher, and he shouted

"I don't borrow. ”

The old man couldn't help but want to laugh in his heart because of the cold wind's words, but his face was gloomy all the time. He took a few steps forward, his already rickety body, bent lower at this moment, and a pair of eyes became firm at this moment, staring at the cold wind's eyes, and said softly

"To borrow or not to borrow, I'm afraid I can't help you today. ”