The valley is covered with towering ancient trees.
Surrounded by vegetation, there is a pond formed by rainwater. The skylight and white clouds are reflected on the water surface that is dozens of feet in radius, and patches of green apples are floating on it.
This is a place far away from people and very secluded.
Late one night, suddenly there was a loud sound of water and splashing waves.
Early the next morning, there was another person by the pond. He was a young man with disheveled hair, torn clothes, pale face, and closed eyes. Now half a month has passed, no matter how day and night change, the wind and rain stop, he is still lying on the ground unconscious, as if he has fallen into a distant dream and is reluctant to wake up.
More than ten days have passed.
An autumn rain enveloped the valley. The cool rain brought the chill of early autumn and also wetted the faces of people on the shore. The tips of his brows twitched slightly, and a slit opened slightly in his eyes. Half of his body was soaked in rain, but his eyes were staring at the ripples of the pond. The beating water splashes are like flying wings, whistling in the wind and dancing among the clouds...
The rain and fog gradually fade away.
The man struggled to sit up and stared at the pond. .
Looking through the water covered with green pods, we can see a huge body lying on the bottom of the water. Its ragged wings are still stretched out, and its head is deeply embedded in the mud.
That is the six-winged golden salamander, nicknamed Er Yao.
It flew in the sky for three days, exhausting its last bit of strength. Maybe it's a gift of supernatural power, maybe it comes from the water. When it was about to die, it chose to be buried under the water.
A monster with undeveloped intelligence, it neither understands human nature nor good and evil, but it loyally protects its master until death...
The man slowly got up and something fell from his arms.
The red armor piece, the size of a palm, was covered with dragon patterns, but suddenly it collapsed, witnessing the fatal attack it had suffered.
Dragon armor!
Fortunately, he was protected by dragon armor, otherwise he would have died on the spot. Why did the treasure he relied on for survival fall off his chest? Why is my spiritual consciousness gone, and the magic power in my body is gone...
The man's legs gave way and he knelt on the ground. He stared at the damaged dragon armor and vaguely remembered a passage he heard when he was unconscious -
"You have been hit hard one after another, causing the demonic energy to eat into your body and the profound entrance to reverse course, similar to the situation when the master lost his cultivation. Oops... your sea of qi is about to be sealed, and it is difficult for me to show up. Please restore your cultivation as soon as possible..."
Those were Qingluo's last words.
Before he could respond, he was thrown on the shore. When he woke up from the coma, he had no consciousness and lost his cultivation. So who is he, where does he come from, and what has he experienced...
Yu Ye knelt on the ground for a long time, still confused. He slowly stood up with support from his hands and couldn't help but groan.
There was a stabbing pain in my chest, and a few ribs must have been broken. It was also very difficult to breathe, and his internal organs must have been severely injured.
Well, it’s good to be alive!
The two masters riding the evil dragon didn't come after me. It was a fluke!
Yu Ye picked up the dragon armor and walked toward the forest step by step with his body covered in mud. There were several large rocks scattered deep in the forest. He hid in the crevices of the rocks, huddled up tremblingly, and fell into a drowsy sleep...
Autumn passes and winter comes.
Thousands of snowflakes fell from the sky.
In just a few days, the huge valley was covered with snow, even the ponds were covered with ice, and the world was desolate.
The snow finally stopped.
A person walked out of the forest.
It's Yu Ye.
His injuries had improved, but he now looked unkempt and ragged.
After sleeping for a month, after the pain in my ribs and internal organs was relieved, I tried breathing and breathing, but to no avail. He held on for another two months, but couldn't hold on any longer.
Being alive is good.
And living is not easy.
If you lose your consciousness, you will not be able to use the elixirs and personal belongings stored in the ring. Without the magic power to protect the body and the operation of Xuan Gong, it is inevitable to feel cold and hungry. It doesn't matter if you get cold, it won't kill you for a while, but you are afraid of hunger and have no strength, so you can only pick up wild fruits to satisfy your hunger. But now that it's freezing cold, I can't find anything to satisfy my hunger. Fortunately,
His arms and legs can move freely, and with his skills as a hunter, he should be able to fill his stomach.
Yu Ye walked to the pond and stood for a moment, sighing silently, then hunched over and walked slowly up the mountain.
He didn't know where he was, and he didn't dare to go out of the valley. Before he recovered his cultivation, he was just a common man suffering from hunger and cold.
Very big snow.
Back then, in Lingjiao Valley, when heavy snow closed the mountains, there were often wild wolves and elk looking for food. Are there any wild animals here? Even a hare!
Yu Ye waded through the knee-deep snow, searching forward step by step.
After climbing over a hill, he leaned against a tree trunk and breathed heavily. Snow fell from the branches, and he couldn't help but shrink his head and close his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, a black and white light flickered and disappeared. He slowly looked down and saw a mist gathering deep in his belly.
That was his sea of qi. Due to the serious injury, the demonic qi devoured the true qi, causing the mysterious entrance to go retrograde. From then on, the qi of heaven and earth was isolated, the magical power of cultivation was sealed, and the connection between Qingluo's soul was blocked. She couldn't see it even if she looked at it. Through the layers of bans.
Well, Zongmu Shenpu is actually fine.
I don't know whether to be happy or frustrated. In this desolate valley, his vertical eye has no use at all. Fortunately, I still have some strength, but my injuries have not recovered yet. I need to fill my stomach to survive this cold winter!
Walking down the hill, the ancient trees are even denser.
Going further to Baizhang, mountains of ice and snow block the way.
At the foot of the mountain, there is a cave entrance covered by snow.
Wolf's lair?
Yu Ye tiptoed to the entrance of the cave, swallowing saliva, like a beast that had been hungry for a long time, looking forward to a feast. But he didn't dare to be reckless, he reached out to pick up a stone from the snowdrift, then quietly crossed the snow and slowly walked into the cave entrance.
The entrance to the cave is not big, just as tall as one person, but the inside of the cave is gradually opening up, revealing a thick layer of blood. Three to five feet later, there is the end of the cave. There is something lying on the ground, and it is not a wild wolf...
While Yu Ye was concentrating on identifying it, the thing on the ground suddenly roared and rushed towards him.
What kind of monster is this?
There was a man who was actually very tall, extremely strong, with sharp teeth and fangs, and a terrifying aura...
Yu Ye was forced to retreat and dodge, but the furious monster was as fast as the wind, and its sharp claws had already grabbed his shoulders. He hurriedly raised the stone and smashed it. The stone shattered with a "bang", and it came with a huge force. "Plop" pushed him to the ground, biting his neck with a big mouth, and he had no choice but to punch him. The monster is even more crazy and can't resist it for a while. His injuries were not healed, and he gradually became weak due to hunger and cold. And instead of despairing, he was furious.
It originally came for food, but it became a delicacy in the monster's mouth.
Even without cultivation, he is still a hunter, and even if he dies, he must die before his prey.
Perhaps out of anger, a powerful force suddenly erupted.
Yu Ye hit the monster's fangs with a "bang" punch, took advantage of the situation and pinched his sword fingers, "pop, pop" and hit the monster's eyes. The monster roared suddenly and waved its clawed front paws wildly. He took the opportunity to shrink his waist and rolled to the side, flew towards the monster's back and punched it. The monster couldn't bear the pain and swung it around. He hit the stone wall with a "bang". He happened to see a stone on the ground, so he picked up the stone and jumped into the air. He threw it at the monster's head with all his strength. "Crack" blood splattered, and the monster's huge body slowly fell to the ground. He still held the stone and smashed it, bang, bang, bang. After a while, he dropped the stone and fell down on his back...
Another morning comes.
Yu Ye opened his eyes from his deep sleep.
The skylight shines through the snow at the entrance of the cave, making the cave hazy.
After regaining his composure for a moment, he hurriedly climbed up, staggering again, and had to reach out to hold on to the stone wall, and groaned with a painful expression.
The pain in his ribs showed that the unhealed injury had worsened; the tattered robe could no longer cover his body, and his limbs and chest were covered with bloody mouths.
He didn't bother to check the injury, but stared at the monster on the ground.
The monster is about ten feet long and huge, probably weighing less than a thousand kilograms.
It is covered with black hair and has huge teeth and tusks, making it intimidating. However, half of its head had been smashed to pieces, and there was a stone stained with blood lying next to it.
Not a jackal or a tiger or a leopard, but a mountain snake. "The Book of Ten Thousand Beasts" records that a rare beast was extremely cruel when hibernating, but it was accidentally knocked into its nest by him in the wild!
Yu Ye took a breath and walked slowly over. He grabbed Shan Zhi's front paw and tried to drag it out of the cave. He tried several times but couldn't move it at all.
Well, I was exhausted yesterday.
Yu Ye turned around and walked out of the cave. He searched for a moment at the entrance of the cave. When he returned, he had a piece of stone in his hand. He sat next to Shan Zhen and started cutting with the stone slices. Shan Zhi had been dead for a day and a night. Not only was his fur hard, but his body was as cold as ice. When night fell, he finally peeled off the entire Shan Zhi into eight pieces, but he was already panting from exhaustion. He grabbed a piece of frozen meat covered in ice and took a bite, then opened his mouth and retched.
He is not a beast that eats hair and drinks blood, he is a human being...
In the following days, Yu Yezhi was busy non-stop.
He picked up dry firewood, used flint wood to make fire like a hunter, lit a fire in the cave, and cut the animal meat for barbecue. After filling his stomach and having a fire to keep him warm, he tried breathing and breathing, but still making no progress, so he simply fell asleep.
As a Yuanying monk, he is familiar with the existence of spiritual energy.
Although this place does not lack Qi, it is completely different from Spiritual Qi. Could it be the so-called evil spirit...
Gradually the snow melted.
In the cave, only the white bones and a wide animal skin of a mountain snake were left.
Yu Ye threw the bones out of the cave and buried them. He was afraid that other wild animals would find them and cause unnecessary disaster. Then continue to collect dead firewood, and repeatedly grill, beat and dry the animal hides. When the hard animal skin becomes soft, he cuts it into pieces with stones and rubs the rope...
Spring is gradually coming again and flowers are blooming.
In the cave, Yu Ye was wrapped in a simple animal skin robe, with a rope tied around his waist. The ashes of the Taoist robe were burning in the fire in front of him. He picked up the stone piece and carved a mark on the stone wall.
He doesn’t know where this place is, nor what year or month, but he remembers that he has lived for one hundred and fifty years and spent his first spring and autumn in a foreign land...
