When their figures completely disappeared on the gentle slope opposite the lakeshore, Ling Xuan struggled to get up, but he fell to the ground again.

It turned out that within a day, several times of nine deaths, Ling Xuan's mood fluctuated, coupled with the collision of the right beast, at this time, he was unable to stand up again.

After several times to no avail, he simply lay down on his back, the weeds under him were soft and comfortable, and after a while, he fell into a deep sleep and fell asleep. Perhaps the young man's dream was also so heartbreaking, and after a deep night's sleep, he wept silently all night.

The next day, when the dazzling sunlight woke him up from his slumber, it was already mid-day, Ling Xuan felt that the overdrawn fatigue in his body had improved a lot, so he turned over and stood up, and without looking for a little food to fill his empty abdomen, he walked around the sparkling lake and walked forward. He was searching, looking for a way to the outside.

However, a day came to no avail.

Day 3, Day 4...... Fifth month, sixth month...... Year 1, Year 2...... Ling Xuan had been looking for a way out, and when he was tired, he lay down on the ground to rest, and subconsciously, he entered the cultivation state of the Black Immortal Duel.

Time flies, time flies, and in this way, four years have passed, and the ignorant and kind boy has grown up strongly, and in the blink of an eye, he is already a sixteen-year-old youth.

Ling Xuan stood by the lake, tall and thin, with long hair and a shawl. Melon seed face, sword eyebrows and big eyes, thin lips and nose, fair complexion, handsome and extraordinary. The sword mark on his left cheek, which was obliquely upward, was wrapped in a white complexion, like a piercing crack on the peerless jade. He has an elegant temperament, his body has suffered several fatal mutations, and he is thin and weak, but he stands by the lake like this, looking at the other side of the lake, his eyes are blazing, like an eternal mountain between heaven and earth.

The lake breeze is gentle, and the clothes are fluttering.

The strange beast that looks like a deer but not a deer, like a leopard and not a leopard, crawls beside him, stretches its neck and drinks loudly in the clear water of the lake, a mottled leopard print, shining brightly; the fiery red three-legged red bird Bi Yuewu squats on its back, sometimes turning back, probing its white beak into the fiery red feathers, combing its beautiful feathers.

For four years, Ling Xuan had been looking for a way out, but this peerless abyss was surrounded by cliffs, towering into the sky, not high, and the cliffs were as smooth as jade, with knives and axes chiseled, and there was no road to it.

After four years of searching, nothing was found. After four years of getting along, he became friends with this strange beast and spent four years with him. In fact, it was very gentle, and Ling Xuan liked it very much.

This strange beast and the three-legged red bird, as if they were old at first sight, have become best friends since that day, and they have been inseparable all day long. Perhaps it was Aiwu and Wu, his dislike for the three-legged red bird slowly faded over time.

In fact, it is a beautiful and lovely bird, and for four years, it has been accompanied by Ling Xuan for four years, and it has established a deep friendship between one person and two beasts.

"Red Feather, Caiyi, when will we be able to leave this place? I don't know where Master is, can we be okay?"

Ling Xuan looked up at the sky, his handsome face full of melancholy. Overhead, white clouds fluttered.

Red feathers and colorful clothes are naturally the names he gave to the three-legged red bird and the strange beast that resembles a deer but not a deer when he is bored. The three-legged red bird is born with three legs, and the whole body feathers are fiery red; the strange beast that looks like a deer but not a deer is dressed in leopard print, colorful, and the name of red feathers and colorful clothes is also worthy of the name.

Caiyi pretended not to hear Ling Xuan's words, the red feather squeaked a few times perfunctory, and turned back to continue combing its beautiful fiery red feathers.

Ling Xuan smiled lightly, although he was smiling, but under the eyes of the gods, there was still a melancholy aura that melted iron and stone.

"You don't understand the feelings of the world, why should I talk to you?" he chuckled and shook his head, looking at the white clouds floating overhead, and said no more.

"Oops, help, help!!"

At this moment, a sudden and rapid cry for help came from the white clouds overhead, and then, a black shadow fell on the other side of the lake with a bang, and the smoke and dust rose with a muffled sound.

"Oh no, someone's in trouble!"

Ling Xuan's heart tightened, and he took the lead in running towards the place where the accident occurred, and the red feather and the colorful clothes followed him in a bouncing manner.

Ling Xuan ran closer, but saw that the person who had the accident was a young monk who somehow fell from the air, and was already seriously injured and unconscious. But seeing that he was sixteen or seventeen years old, his eyebrows were delicate, his lips were thin and his teeth were white, and he was quite handsome, but it was a pity that he was wearing a monk's robe in tatters and embarrassed, and on his bald head, there were blood stains terrifying.

When he was young, he fell into a stubborn disease, this 100-meter distance ran lightly, Ling Xuan coughed non-stop, his face turned pale, he covered his lips lightly with one hand, trying his best to control the cough, but the other hand probed the little monk's snort, and saw that his breath was still there, and his heart couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"I don't know why the little monk fell from the sky, this fall, to save his life, really lucky. It's just that his five organs were shocked, and he has already suffered a lot of internal injuries, and if he is not treated in time, he is afraid that he will die soon. Caiyi, you carry him to the lake, and I will heal him. Life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky, let's do our best and listen to the destiny of heaven. He turned his head with a serious expression and said to the two beasts that followed.

Caiyi snorted lightly, did not object, and automatically lowered his body. At that moment, Ling Xuan helped the little monk up, put it on the back of the colorful clothes, and walked towards the lake not far away.

Ling Xuan didn't know any medical skills, but he often went hunting in the mountains with Uncle Zhang as a child, and he was injured from time to time.

The little monk did not suffer many external injuries, but there was a claw mark on his left arm, as if it was done by some kind of wild beast, and the bones were deep and bloody. Ling Xuan examined it carefully, but found no other injuries, so he picked up the common hemostatic grass under the stone wall not far away, mashed it and applied it for him, and soon the bleeding stopped.

Then, he cleaned up the blood stains on the little monk's body, and completed the simple treatment, he understood, there was only these, he had tried his best, whether the little monk could survive or not, it depended on his creation.

In fact, the fatal thing on the little monk's body was not the injury on his arm, but the shock injury and external injury he received when he fell.

About half an hour later, Ling Xuan took care of it for him, and Red Feather and Caiyi had been watching curiously.

Ling Xuan washed his hands in the clear and cool lake water, and patted Caiyi's head as a sign of encouragement. He looked at the little monk again, and saw that after a while, the blood had completely stopped, and his complexion had eased a lot.

He looked up at the sky, the white clouds above him were stacked on top of each other, and he couldn't see the original color of the sky, as always, so quiet. He looked up like this for a long time, and said to himself: "This place should be near Wuji Mountain. I heard from Mrs. Tai that within a radius of thousands of miles from Wuji Mountain, there is only one Immortal Sect of the Second Pole Sect, and there are no other Immortal Sect monasteries. The mutation of a few years ago, the two pole sects are afraid that they are no longer there. Why did this little monk come here, and what hurt him and caused him to fall into the air? Could it be that the demon sect demon is still stranded around the Erji Sect and has not dispersed?"

Ling Xuan's heart was heavy, if it was really the Demon Sect's evil deeds, did it mean that the Second Extreme Sect was really gone? For four years, he had been worried about but had been forcing himself not to think about it, because the unknown little monk had fallen from the sky and was haunting his heart again.

It is true that this place is somehow full of spring all year rounds, warm winds, flowers blooming everywhere, wild fruits are flocking, and all kinds of gentle little animals are everywhere.

At that moment, Ling Xuan went to pick a lot of nameless wild fruits, squatted next to the little monk by the lake, handed a few Caiyi, Caiyi snorted, opened his mouth to hold a bright red and tender wild fruit, walked to the side, and chewed happily.

Ling Xuan smiled slightly, picked up a wild fruit, gently broke the little monk's closed lips with his left hand, and pinched it hard with his right hand, the wild fruit shattered, and the sweet and delicious juice dripped from his fingers, drop by drop into the little monk's mouth.

This wild fruit is not well known, but the juice is sweet, nutritious, and very delicious, and Ling Xuan has relied on it for several years to survive. At the entrance of the juice, the little monk subconsciously sipped his lips and swallowed it in a big gulp.

It wasn't until he kneaded the two wild fruits into juice and fed them to the little monk that Ling Xuanfang stopped, took one himself, squatted by the lake and ate it.