After eating, Yan Xinghui went to the yamen, and after asking for leave, he returned to the broken temple, filtered all the dangers that he might encounter when entering the mountain, and listed the things to be prepared one by one.

And when Pang Qiongsha saw him pondering, she knew that he was thinking about a problem, and this was not the time to disturb him. When Yan Xinghui woke up from his contemplation, Pang Qiongsha began to persuade him not to take this risk, and the words of the Taoist priest may not be credible, and her own body knows the Tao by herself, and she has been tossing for so many years, if it can be cured, it will be cured a long time ago, so she just wants to live every day well, especially with Yan Xinghui's company in the past two years, which makes her feel very happy, she doesn't want to lose it like this.

Yan Xinghui couldn't help but feel relieved, and coaxed her to say that she didn't plan to go into the mountain, so he stayed at home with her.

Pang Qiongsha burst into tears and laughed.

However, this has deepened Yan Xinghui's determination to enter the mountain, he wants to keep this beauty, leave this smile, and leave this love.

Early the next morning, Yan Xinghui secretly began to prepare, saying that it was preparation, it was nothing more than some bruising medicine, snake medicine, straps, ropes for climbing mountains, hoes, sickles and the like. Later, he asked a servant brother to help take care of Pang Qiongsha, and then he was relieved.

One day a week later, when the sky was bright, Yan Xinghui got up early, played a swordsmanship, thought about it, and left a note, saying that he was going to a remote place on an errand, please don't worry about Pang Qiongsha.

Before leaving, Yan Xinghui looked back at the dilapidated temple he had been staying for more than two years, he had never seen it well before, nor had he felt that its existence was so beautiful, nor had he felt that there was a place so warm when it was dark.

At this moment, I suddenly found that I didn't feel anything when I had it, and I didn't know how to cherish it when I lost it! Alas, I'm leaving, I'm going to go far away, and I don't know if I can come back alive, so let me look at you again, let me remember your appearance, remember your appearance.

After the sadness, Yan Xinghui resolutely turned his head, stopped looking, wiped away his tears, quickly walked out of the city, and strode towards the mountains.

And the white-eyed old man didn't go far. He followed above Yan Xinghui, quietly watching this mysterious boy with a powerful spirit.

The white-eyed old man understood what love is, understood responsibility, and recklessly recklessly from Yan Xinghui, and even gained the purpose of this trip - refining his heart, and he was surprised to understand life and death from his words. And these, in today's immortal cultivation world, are almost impossible to find.

As soon as Yan Xinghui entered the mountain forest, he quickly adjusted his mentality from his frustration, took out the set of double swords issued to him by the yamen, and held them in his hands, guarding against possible dangers at any time. However, this mountain forest is often passed by hunters and herb pickers, and there are basically no obstacles along the way, and occasionally there are some bobcats, small snakes and the like, which are basically solved with a sword. It took half a day to cross five mountains, and along the way, I also caught a lot of game and put it into the chaotic space.

When he was about to reach the foot of the sixth mountain, Yan Xinghui encountered his first strong enemy in the mountain, a wild boar as big as a buffalo, standing in front of him.

Glancing at the enemy on the other side, the boar was no simple: it had a long, pointed mouth, long fangs on each side, and its hair was raised like sharp thorns. It looks like if you get thrown on the head or stabbed by fangs, you will be hurt.

Before Yan Xinghui could think about it, the wild boar began to attack. It "boiled" all the way over, and arched towards Yan Xinghui.

Yan Xinghui hurriedly ran the Drifting Rain Footwork and avoided the blow. Then he took out his sword with both hands and drew two beautiful sword flowers in the air, just waiting for the wild boar to attack. Seeing that the blow was ineffective, the boar shook its head, kicked its hind hooves, and then galloped over. Yan Xinghui's left hand sword blocked, and the sword in his right hand was handed to the side of the wild boar's right eye like a ghost. It was too late to say that it was too late, and the wild boar turned its head and avoided this dangerous blow, but its right ear did not escape this disaster, and with a "swish" sound, it hit the wild boar's right ear, leaving a red blood mark. At this time, the wild boar should be called the three-eared wild boar.

As soon as the wild boar was in pain, he shook his head vigorously, screamed, glared at his hooves, and immediately rushed towards Yan Xinghui's foothold. Yan Xinghui hurriedly retreated with his left foot, turned around with his right foot to the left, and avoided this ferocious blow, only to hear a "click" behind him, followed by a "bang". Just as he looked back, the tree behind him fell in response, splashing a cloud of dust.

Before the dust settled, the wild boar began a new round of attacks, and without paying attention, it was almost knocked into the thigh.

Yan Xinghui was dripping with cold sweat, and the secret road was dangerous, and then he looked at his leg, and a long cut was made by the fangs of the wild boar, and blood was gurgling in the mouth. This wild boar has a certain spirituality, and it is not easy to deal with! So I observed the surrounding environment a little, and saw that there was a hillside not far away, and at the end of the hillside was a cliff, so I came up with a plan.

Holding his sword in front of him, he watched out for the boar's attack, and slowly moved his body towards the hillside, the boar continued to attack monotonously and ferociously.

Finally arrived at the destination. Yan Xinghui stood in a good posture, looking at the guy who was panting in front of him, he was angry and laughed in his heart, he was a pig in the end, and he only knew that the road arched back and forth. And the boar seemed to realize something, as if thinking of something, and soon arched over with a roar.

Yan Xinghui led the wild boar to the top of the hillside step by step. After about a few minutes, the wild boar stood obediently on the top of the hillside, looking down at the difficult human in front of him, it moved its lower limbs, then shook the dirt on its head, and then arched down hard, and Yan Xinghui made a yin and yang pose, which had already been prepared and was waiting for him.

Staggered his legs, made a beautiful turn, and got behind the boar, and then glared hard at the boar's buttocks. Like a speeding locomotive, the boar rushes forward, and by the time it reaches the edge of the cliff and wants to stop, it is too late.

After that, a "boom" sound was heard, and the mountains and forests returned to calm, leaving only a place of grave depression to show that there had been a fierce fight here.

Yan Xinghui stood on the edge of the cliff and looked down, the cliff was hundreds of meters high. Hehe, this guy fell from here, I'm afraid that there are no bones, it's a pity, so many good wild boar, otherwise you can eat a big meal.

Shaking his head and smiling, fortunately, although his leg was injured, it was fine, so he got some gauze and medicine powder to deal with it, and then picked up the clothes on the ground, and found a slightly flat place to drink water and rest. After resting in place for a while, I took out dry food, dug out a kang on the spot, collected some dry firewood, set up a bonfire, and began to prepare lunch.

Looking around, I found that there was a depression not far away, and the water in it was quite clear. I ran to the depression excitedly and saw a lot of footprints, many of which were newly left. Yan Xinghui thought to himself that most of these footprints were left by the hunters in the village, maybe he might be able to meet one or two in this mountain, and then he would have a companion.

Soon, a roasted buttery pheasant appeared in front of Yan Xinghui, stretched out his nose and sniffed vigorously, slammed his mouth, and chewed it heavily.

After the meal, Yan Xinghui picked up his luggage and continued to walk forward. Because of the wild boar, they slowed down their pace and were careful to guard against any danger that might arise at any time. Not long after walking, there was a sound of Suo Suo in the grass in front of him, and the sound came closer and closer, and then stopped abruptly in front of Yan Xinghui about five meters.

Yan Xinghui kept staring at the movement of the grass in front of him with wide eyes, and when the monster appeared, he breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that the male wild cat had been chasing a female wild cat. After a brief moment of calm, the two wild cats both burrowed into the grass and disappeared again.

"No, it's summer, why is the wild cat in heat at this time?" a nonsensical thought came into his mind, "whatever, I'd better continue my way." But it seems that it is a bit of a grass and wood, and if you don't die in the hands of the beast by then, you will be scared to death by yourself. ”

Keep going. Because he figured it out, Yan Xinghui walked much easier than before, and occasionally watched the surrounding scenery.

In the woods, there is silence, looking up, the sunset is shining through the shade of the leaves, like stars twinkling in the sky, very crystal beautiful, revealing unpredictable silence. The light and shadow that shine down are faintly swaying melodiously from side to side. The hare, which was hiding in the bushes, looked around timidly, not knowing whether to come out to forage for food or to enjoy the tender green landscape.

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