On the plateau where the wind howled, Wu Gen braved the wind and snow and trudged hard. Even if the soul path has advanced greatly, there is still a road to walk. If you don't get out of the Nirvana Plateau, no matter how high your cultivation level is, you will only be reduced to an ice corpse.
On such a large plateau, even spiritual consciousness is useless, it is really too big. As long as he has free time, Wu Gen will put his spiritual residence next to him, close all five senses, silence his mind, slowly fall into concentration, and concentrate on practicing the art of saving delusion.
The spiritual abode is indeed extraordinary, and with it in hand, the recovery speed of the soul is much faster. Nowadays, as long as Wu Genyi activates the Jue Jue, the little soul figure is also sitting cross-legged, practicing inside and outside. As time goes by, the originally blurry figure becomes much clearer.
On this day in the Silent Plateau, the wind and snow had stopped, and a bright red sun jumped out from the white horizon. The rays of light shone between the sky and the earth, shining on the ice sheet with brilliant colors, which made people feel astonished. Enter fantasy.
On the smooth ice surface, a small black dot appeared in the distance. The black spot became bigger and bigger, and gradually it became clear that it was a person. This man was in ragged clothes, unkempt, and skinny as a stick.
If it weren't for the fact that the black and white eyes were still moving, and there was a vague sense that this person still had the breath of life, he would be more like a zombie that had just been pulled out of the grave.
This man was none other than Wu Gen. After more than two months of trekking, he finally reached the edge of the Plateau of Annihilation and bathed in the long-lost sunlight.
Looking at the sudden drop of the terrain, the faint green in the distance, and the playful clouds on the horizon, Wu Gen knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face, and finally came out alive.
Along the way, due to a shortage of food, Wu Gen no longer dared to practice martial arts.
I have been without food for half a month. I have to spend every penny every day, plan carefully, and only eat one meal every two days, so I can persist for such a long time. The tent was long gone and all had been eaten. The fur coat on my body was gone, and it had all been chewed into my stomach.
In the end, Wu Gen looked at Xiang Mu with green eyes. No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still a piece of meat. Frightened, Mu could only hide in the soul crystal and dare not show up, lamenting every day that she met someone unkind.
Because of hunger, his body was already very weak, and the further he walked back, the slower he moved. Most of the time, in order to forget about hunger, Wu Gen could only choose to enter meditation to reduce physical consumption. No error updates@new
In the face of existential crisis, the potential that people burst out is also amazing. In the past, to enter samadhi, one had to adjust the breath for a long time and pay attention to the five phases and seven o'clock. Now Wu Gen found that he could enter samadhi in an instant, and could even enter a state of selflessness even while standing and resting during the day.
In this state, which is similar to ascetic cultivation, the practice of Duwang Jue is advancing rapidly, the soul power is much stronger, and it can enter the sea of consciousness at any time.
But every time at this time, Wu Gen would ask the slender slave to wake him up. Entering the sea of consciousness not only consumes soul power, but also consumes a lot of physical body. I am afraid that once I enter the deep concentration, my body will not be able to hold on and die.
Trekking in the endless wind and snow, especially when you never know how far the road ahead is, takes a long time, and in fact, your mind and body are already in a semi-drowsy state.
From the initial despair, to the numbness in the middle, to the final silence, I just moved forward numbly, not caring about which direction I was going.
The vision in front of me is getting farther and farther. Wu Gen knew that the terrain of the ice sheet was gradually decreasing. Finally, I saw the long-lost world.
I am still alive, the leader of this village is not dead yet, Qian Hua, I am here.
Wu Gen cried and laughed, staggering and running down.
Looking at the still dark skyline, dotted with golden edges, after so many days of monotonous black and white, Wu Gen suddenly saw brilliant colors, and Wu Gen couldn't help but burst into tears.
The green mountains raise a glass, the clouds congratulate, the world is so good.
He opened his arms and shouted loudly, but he could only make incoherent whooshing sounds.
Many days of hunger and cold have caused the muscles in the body that are not commonly used to atrophy, giving up precious nutrients to the limbs that need to work.
Leaving the plateau, the mountains slowly extend downward. Along the winding ridge, Wu Gen walked slowly down on the ground intertwined with ice, snow and gravel.
As the mountains lower, there is less and less ice and snow, and black rocks are dotted in the snow. Little drops of water from the melted snow fell on the rocks, pooled in shallow ravines, and finally gathered into a trickle and flowed down the hillside, reflecting the sparkling rainbow light.
Some green gradually appeared among the rocks, leaning against the water and covering the rocks. It was moss with the strongest vitality.
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This green was so thrilling that it gave Wu Gen a feeling of pilgrimage. He knelt down carefully, slowly peeled off the shallow soil under the moss, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.
A mixture of earthy smell and green fragrance exploded in the mouth. It turned out that the taste of life was so intoxicating. A green juice with moisture flowed into the belly, slowly moisturizing the long-dried body.
An ice orchid appeared in front, standing quietly in the remaining snow.
The white petals are gently tilted like a crescent moon, and the silk-like stamens are slender and slender, with a lingering fragrance. The petals quiver slightly, and the attached crystal water drops fall like gems.
Wu Gen pounced on it, pulled it up, and chewed it.
If a practitioner sees such a scene, he will definitely be furious. This extremely rare ice orchid is an important auxiliary material in practice, and it is also a magical medicine that can save lives and heal the wounded. It needs to be prepared slowly to achieve the best effect. But now Being swallowed by Wu Gen like an ox chewing a peony was really a waste of natural resources.
After eating the ice orchid, a long but vital breath entered the body, and Wu Gen's spirit recovered a lot.
Moving down the mountain step by step, there is a lush grassland in front of us. As soon as they came down the mountain, a wild wolf emerged from the grass and stared at Wu Gen fiercely. After taking a look, the wolf turned away in a humane manner and walked away with a look of disdain. What's there to chew on in a pile of bones?
Meat, Wu Gen's green eyes shone, he stuck out his tongue, and wet the leather jacket on his chest with his saliva. The wolf was startled, turned around and ran away. The wolf had never seen such a cruel person in his life. Update without error@
In the wilderness, Wu Gen looked like a savage in ragged clothes, sitting on a stone and chewing on the wolf's head, with a pile of wolf skeletons behind him.
After three days of training in the grassland, Wu Gen almost wiped out all the living creatures nearby. The wolves he first encountered had been exterminated.
Gradually, redness appeared on his face, and his body, which had nearly collapsed, finally recovered.
Standing on the grassland, looking back at the plateau towering into the sky, I waved my hands without taking away a wisp of snowflakes. In this life, I never want to go to the plateau of annihilation again.
Walking on the boundless grassland, you will be surrounded by lush green and intoxicating green. After being washed by the spring rain, countless colors can’t wait to poke their heads out from the grass.
Black and white cattle and sheep appeared in front of them, with several white yurts dotted in the distance. Wu Gen strode towards the conspicuous yurts on the grassland.
The sun squeezed away the wandering white clouds and shed rays of light. A little girl with a round face and a dark brown leather robe looked like she was only five or six years old. She had more than a dozen thin braids and a layer of sweat hanging on her forehead. He was slowly grazing with his flock. From time to time, sheep would run up to him and rub against him affectionately.
Green grass, white clouds, white sheep swimming in the green grass, and a shepherd girl holding a lamb in her hands are such a beautiful painting, just appearing between heaven and earth, which makes people unbearable to be disturbed.
It's just that things that ruin the scenery will always come.
Hearing a rustling sound behind her, the little girl turned her head and saw a ragged, ghost-like man walking out of the grass.
With a loud shout, the little girl turned around and ran towards the yurt. The sheep also started running wildly, the mastiffs started barking, and there was chaos all around. Because her calves are short, the little girl accidentally fell down and got some dirt on her face.
Wu Gen quickly stepped forward and hurriedly explained that he had no ill intentions. The little girl stared with big apricot-like eyes, with a drop of crystal tear on her eyelashes.
After hesitating for a long time, the little girl believed Wu Gen's words and led him to the yurt. Hearing the commotion outside, an old man walked out of the yurt with a slender face, his snow-white hair spread over his shoulders, and his tail was simply tied into a ponytail with a belt. Seeing Wu Gen, the old man was stunned and said, "Where are the guests coming from?"
Wu Gen perked up and quickly replied: "My dear husband, I came from that big mountain. I have already run out of dry food along the way. Please give me something to eat. The price is easy to negotiate."
The old man looked at the table-like mountains in the distance with a strange look on his face. He shook his head and said, "Young man, don't talk nonsense. It is impossible to cross this plateau of silence in winter, and you are alone, how can you cross it?" Thousands of miles away."
"Old man, I don't mean to deceive. All I want is some food." Wu Gen didn't want to be serious about this issue. The most urgent thing at the moment was to eat a hot meal of human nature.
Regardless of repair.
No matter how far one has reached, eating is still the first priority that people pursue in this world. All other wealth, sex, fame, and benefits are all vain before they are full.
The old man's eyes widened, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes stretched out. He stared at Wu Gen and looked him up and down, "Did he really come down from the ice field? Please come in."
As the old man entered the yurt, the little girl also followed. The inside is quite spacious, and various animal heads and swords are hung around the walls of the yurt.
Serving a bowl of hot milk tea, the old man said with a warm expression, "Drink some first, I've been hungry for a long time."
Wu Gen leaned forward and replied: "That's right. Please give me some hot food. It would be best if you can get some dumplings. There is some money here." He took out a piece of silver from his body.
The old man smiled and said: "Take it back, friends from far away, Beirong people are never stingy with their friends."
"Beirong?" Wu Gen's eyes widened and he put down the bowl in his hand.
This turned out to be Beirong, a neighboring country of the Zhao Kingdom. Oh my God, how far had I strayed along the way? I originally thought I had returned to the Zhao Kingdom, but the Nirvana Plateau made a small joke with him.
After staying for a few days, Wu Gen hit the road again, walking along the Hanruo River on the grassland, eventually returning to the Kingdom of Zhao. Before leaving, the old man and his family quietly put down an ice orchid.
The Hanruo River originates from the Nirvana Plateau and winds like a belt on the grassland. The farther back it goes, the wider the river becomes and the crowds gradually become denser.
Beirong is good at forging weapons, which is famous in all countries. Along the river, you will occasionally see blazing fires and the sound of clanging iron tools.
After walking for three days, we finally arrived at a large town. Wu Gen walked to a large blacksmith shop and prepared to forge a few more iron arrows for himself. Seven is still a little too few.
There was a commotion behind them, and seven or eight men and women came over chatting with each other. Behind them were eight young women carrying a colorful chariot.
When they arrived at the door, all the guests were driven away, including Wu Gen. These people looked up at the sky, as if waiting for something.
After a while, a big green-feathered bird flew from the sky in the distance, circled above everyone's heads and then landed, kicking up dust all over the sky.
After the dust cleared, a man stepped out from the bird's back. He was wearing a golden crown, a gilt brocade robe, a jade belt with a moire pattern around his waist, and his hands were full of rings inlaid with gems of various colors. As soon as he appeared, he was greeted by an overwhelming sense of nobility.
A woman wearing a milky white open gauze dress and bright red myrobalan seeds inside, with waves flowing in her every move, stepped forward and said, "Master Ye, you have been working hard all the way, first drink some tea to quench your thirst." As she said this, the maid from the side came from the side. He picked up a golden pot in his hand and poured out a cup of milk tea.
The man laughed and said, "Okay, today I want to taste Mei Niang's fragrant catechu on my tongue."
"Disgusting." The woman said coquettishly. .
