A tough night has passed, it's only the first day, and I don't feel very hungry yet, but as time goes by, I will definitely face this problem.
The next day, he saw light shining through the gap blocking the entrance of the cave. Song Pingcun woke up Ibsen, who had closed his eyes, and the two of them worked together to push away the large rocks blocking the entrance of the cave.
With such a simple movement, Ibsen was already exhausted. The cold last night made him experience what it means to feel cold to the bone. If they couldn't get to the palace tonight, not to mention how hungry they were, even the cold would be unbearable.
It seemed that he was not stubborn about Song Pingcun's suggestion yesterday. The only way now was to enter the dilapidated palace and maybe find some shelter from the wind and keep warm.
It was another difficult journey, but today Ibsen was obviously much slower than yesterday. After all, his age and physical condition were still far different from Song Pingcun.
From the first day of the sun to the approaching dusk, the two of them walked around the last hill and finally arrived not far from the palace. The palace is about twenty feet high, and its length and width are more than a hundred feet. It seems to be carved with various patterns on the surface, which looks very mysterious.
The direction they were walking in seemed to be the direction of the palace gate. They could see that the steps leading to the palace were paved with a jade-like material, reflecting a faint light in the dusk light.
However, it has been in disrepair and has not been maintained for a long time. It has long been dilapidated. The patterns and materials of the steps look very historical, and some places have collapsed.
At this time, the sky in the hard labor land has darkened, and darkness will fall soon.
Song Pingcun grabbed the panting Ibsen and said, "Sect Master Yi, let's not go over there yet. We'll find a place to hide and observe first."
Although both of them knew what happened last night, facing a completely unfamiliar fantasy world, it was necessary to be careful. They didn't encounter any living creatures along the way, let alone humans. This gave Song Pingcun a strange feeling. The palace was not that simple. It was not certain whether it would be dangerous to enter hastily, but it was definitely not as simple as it seemed now.
"Hey!" Ibsen finally took the initiative to say something: "Don't call me Sect Master Yi, let's not talk about whether the Xinghe Shenzong is still there outside. Talking about Sect Master here is just to shame me. If you think highly of me, call me Just me, Lao Yi."
Song Pingcun glanced at the old man who had been distracted all the way and said, "That's fine. Lao Yi, if you are always worried about your sect, you might as well think about how to survive first."
Ibsen stared at this energetic guy, who was at fault between them?
If this guy doesn't mess around in the sect, and he won't go to the Five Colors Palace, there won't be any plans against this guy. Of course, neither he nor himself will be teleported to a place of hard labor. If he could go back in time, even if he allowed this guy to mess around, he would never go to the Five Colors Palace to beg for anything.
Yunzi couldn't solve the problem, so he wanted to solve the problem first. In fact, he should have thought of it long ago. The reason is still the greed of the disciples of his sect. Who knows that these big shots don't take them seriously at all.
It brought a disaster to himself and the sect for nothing, so who can be blamed? Forget it, now that we are in this situation, why do we still think about the sect? "Brother Song, you are right, you must survive first!"
Song Pingcun had a smile on his face. This old Yi finally stopped worrying about the sect's affairs. He could understand, but it was useless to think about those things now. It was better to think about how to survive in this place first, and then think about other things.
If his guess is correct, no place can be a place of death, it's just that he hasn't found a suitable method or approach. Blue Star, is it considered a Jedi? No, it's the same as leaving Blue Star and arriving at the real God Realm.
The two reached an agreement and found a pit to hide first.
The night is getting darker and darker, and it will be dark in less than a quarter of an hour. But Ibsen is now holding his body with his hands and hiding his head in his arms, still trembling. The cave was a relatively closed space last night, but now the pit was actually exposed to the night. The cold and biting wind blew directly on the body, which was many times colder than last night.
"Lao Yi, please hold on a little longer, I'll go to the palace to take a look first." Song Pingcun had no choice but to take the risk first.
"Yes." Ibsen's teeth made a sound as he tried to make a sound in response.
Song Pingcun had just climbed up from the pit when suddenly there was a sound of flapping wings, and a large group of unknown types of birds flew out from the palace. Their bodies were silver-white, with only their claws and beaks (huì) still shining in the dark night. With an eerie black light.
Song Pingcun quickly retracted his body and crawled Ibsen under his body.
He didn't know whether these birds were aggressive or whether they would attack them. Ibsen's current condition might not be able to bear it at all.
Fortunately, these birds flew out of the palace in groups and soared into the sky without paying any attention to the two of them who were not far away from the palace.
It took a full stick of incense before no birds flew out of the palace. Song Pingcun finally breathed a sigh of relief, because Song Pingcun had Ibsen crawling under him, which also made Ibsen a little warmer. He saw the flocks of birds in the sky, "What kind of birds are these?"
"I don't know either, but the bird's claws and beak look very sharp. One or two are fine. If a group of them attacks, I'm afraid we won't even be able to breathe." Song Pingcun was also extremely nervous just now.
Now he had no idea whether he could still go to the palace. If he still ventured into the known danger, he was really out of his mind.
While hesitating, Liu Yiyi, the white fox in his arms, poked his head out, scratched Song Pingcun's arm a few times with his paws, and then pointed at the palace.
"Are you going?" Song Pingcun asked doubtfully.
The white fox nodded.
"Is it possible?" Song Pingcun was a little worried.
The white fox nodded again.
Song Pingcun glanced at Ibsen, then at the palace in the distance, and said softly: "Pay attention to safety, and come back immediately if something goes wrong."
The white fox fled from Song Pingcun's arms, and a white shadow flew towards the palace as if flying in the dark night. Song Pingcun estimated her speed. Even if the birds returned, she should still be able to escape, which made her feel a little relieved.
Seeing the white fox running outside the palace, he did not rush in. Instead, he chose an outer wall and ran directly upwards. His sharp four claws clung to the gap in the outer wall until it reached the top.
However, after walking around on the roof, he rushed in.
After a while, Song Pingcun, who had been holding on to his heart, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a white shadow rushing out from the palace gate.
The white fox returned to Song Pingcun and nodded to him. Song Pingcun gently picked up the white fox, her snow-white fur still spotless, and stroked her back, "Thank you for your hard work, Yiyi."
Although the white fox could not speak or communicate spiritually at the moment, it could understand Song Pingcun's words. It lowered its head shyly and wanted to get closer, but suddenly stopped. However, Song Pingcun did not see it. Instead, he turned to Ibsen and said, "Old Yi, let's go and take a look first when we enter the palace."
Ibsen stood up stiffly and climbed out of the pit with Song Pingcun's help.
However, as soon as the two of them stood up straight, they saw crowds of people surrounding the palace, almost all of them heading towards the palace. There were even more than a dozen people appearing behind them. They didn't care about the two people in front of them, and they all ran towards the palace with all their strength. None of the clothes on their bodies were complete, and they were all in tatters.
This sudden scene shocked the two of them.
"Could these be the exiled prisoners in this land of hard labor?" Ibsen felt as if his hopes were suddenly dashed here.
"Let's go" Song Pingcun helped Ibsen up.
"Are you still going?" Ibsen asked with a wry smile. In his current physical condition, I am afraid that just one person could knock him down, and he would not be someone else's meat.
"Don't think so much. If you die, why don't you still have me with you?" If he stayed outside at this time, the falling temperature in the dark night would probably be uncomfortable for him, let alone Ibsen. I'm afraid tonight make life difficult for.
The two of them finally walked outside the palace. Song Pingcun thought for a while and put the white fox into Ibsen's hands first. If anything happened, the white fox might be able to protect him.
Ibsen is no different from an old man now. If Song Pingcun hadn't invited him along during the day, I don't know what he would be like now. Taking over the white fox, Ibsen felt grateful.
"Let's go!" Song Pingcun took a step forward and walked towards the palace.
However, as soon as the two stepped onto the stairs, they ran into a hook-nosed man holding a stone knife.
"Get out!" The hook-nosed man roared at Song Pingcun and the other two.
There were more than a dozen people behind him, all of them staring at Song Pingcun like wolves.
"Why don't you let us in? Stay outside..." Song Pingcun was interrupted by the man before he could finish his words.
"Get out! Otherwise I will stab you!"
