When people describe perseverance, they often mention the green trees rooted in the rock walls, insisting that the green mountains are not relaxed, and their roots are in the broken rocks; when people describe unyielding, they often compare themselves to the huge rocks in the mountains, which have been cut by thousands of hammers. Coming out of the deep mountains, the fire burned like nothing.
However, both trees and rocks appeared extremely fragile, small and unbearable in the face of such a natural disaster. Those that were rooted here were uprooted, and those that stood still were easily pushed.
The powerful mudslide broke through all obstacles and poured down to the bottom of the low mountain. Everything along the way was mercilessly destroyed by this torrent, leaving only a mess and devastation.
Finally, the first wave of the mudslide rushed to the foot of the short mountain, where a huge ditch cut open by countless sword energies was waiting to welcome its impact.
It is impossible to forcibly stop the debris flow with this ditch, so the ditch does not run in a straight north-south direction, but extends from northeast to southwest. While mitigating the impact of the debris flow, it can be directed to a lower level as much as possible.
The torrent of mud crashed into the deep ditch. The moment it hit the bottom of the ditch with such force, it instantly stirred up a wave of muddy water several feet high. The wave was blocked by the other end of the ditch.
But the part that rose up fell on several low houses at the edge of the village, causing them to collapse in an instant. The brick walls and wooden frames supporting the houses were unable to withstand even the slightest aftermath.
However, the torrent of mud and rocks is not one after another, but continuous. Afterwards, there is a steady stream of mud pushing the front waves to continuously impact the ditch wall.
Under the diversion effect of the ditch, most of the mud hits the ditch wall and buffers part of the momentum, then turns along the deep ditch and flows to the southwest, where the terrain is lower.
However, the remaining small part, although the momentum is no longer so rapid, is still an unbearable disaster for this small village.
The unstoppable flow of mud knocked down one house after another, destroying the only home of the villagers who had survived here for generations.
Although humans are sentimental, natural disasters are merciless. They will not be merciful because of the poverty and diligence of these villagers, nor will they consider whether the villagers will be displaced after their homes are destroyed. Even the villagers who run a little slower will also be affected. Being swept into the rolling torrent, there was no possibility of survival.
From Wei Feng's perspective, Liu Cun's efforts were useful. At least he directed most of the debris flow to the southwest. Even if the remaining parts still broke through the deep ditch and crashed into the village, at least the momentum was moderated, and the mud flow was The amount is not that sufficient.
These changes, coupled with the warning he shouted before, saved at least dozens of lives, as well as some houses further north. However, most slow-moving elderly people and unsupervised young children were still unavoidable. buried in the mud.
Liu Cun had already moved away from the ditch and was standing on a house. His face was pale but his arms were red. He watched the villagers being swallowed by the mudslide, but he was unable to do anything.
Originally, he tried to stop the mudslide and save the lives of ordinary people from natural disasters, not because of his strong compassion or compassion, but simply because he did not remember what Master said, at this time Should stand up.
He has tried his best, but now the meridians and internal organs all over his body have been injured due to the violent output of Yuanli, and the Yuanli in his body has almost dried up. He has achieved what the master asked of him.
Without the assistance of healing elixirs, it would have taken several months just to repair the injuries in the body, which would have delayed even more practice progress. No one on the sidelines could say that he had not tried his best.
His expression had returned to the indifferent look it had when Wei Feng first saw him, but his heart was not as calm as on the surface.
He thought he wouldn't feel happy because he saved some of the villagers, wouldn't feel regretful because he couldn't save all of them, and wouldn't feel sad watching these villagers pass away, but in fact, these emotions are now emerging.
He forced his expression back to a state of indifference, thinking that this would bring about inner peace. He forced himself to turn around and leave, no longer looking at this place, telling himself that whatever happened here had nothing to do with him.
Maybe after this disaster, the survivors who were lucky enough to see him take action will turn his deeds into a legend here, but this has nothing to do with him anymore. He told himself that this was just in memory of his master. According to his master Act according to the teachings, nothing more.
Liu Cun actually didn't quite understand why Liu Yong asked him to come forward in a critical moment. He was just acting according to the master's request, but now, some emotions emerging in his heart seemed to be trying to tell him something.
He was abandoned since he was a child. Except for Liu Yong, he didn't feel any warmth from anyone else in the world. The world treated him with indifference, and he also treated the world with indifference.
And Liu Yongyong would not be unaware of this problem, so in the first nineteen years, he took Liu Cun to many places, saw many joys and sorrows, and took Liu Cun to see every aspect of heaven, earth, and people. .
He knew that just witnessing could not increase a person's understanding. He just let these things be engraved in Liu Cun's mind, and then told Liu Cun what was right, what was wrong, and what should be done.
He knew that even if Liu Cun didn't understand, he would still act according to his requirements and instructions. This was enough, because he knew that when what he saw and what he did coincided, Liu Cun would naturally understand.
Of course, Liu Cun didn't understand his master's intentions now, nor did he have much understanding. He just felt some uncontrollable emotions emerging, which made him unable to calm down.
Wei Feng relied on Mo Wuyu's insight to predict Liu Cun's route back and waited for Liu Cun somewhere in advance.
Wei Feng did not express his admiration and praise when he saw Liu Cun for the first time, because Liu Cun's demeanor made Wei Feng feel that he was a little unhappy.
So the first thing Wei Feng said: "You are injured."
Not to mention that Wei Feng could observe Liu Cun's every move throughout the whole process, but just because his body was abnormally pale and red, the injury was not too minor.
Liu Cun said nothing, just nodded expressionlessly.
Wei Feng sighed, flipped his palm, and grabbed a glass bottle filled with red liquid from the void: "Here you go, drink it, it should relieve your injury."
Liu Cun looked into Wei Feng's eyes quietly and saw reluctance, helplessness and kindness. He didn't ask him about his ability to retrieve objects from the void or what the liquid was. He just passed the glass bottle. Remove the cork and drink the liquid in the bottle.
