The man whipped the cow on the buttocks. The old black cow mooed a few times, struggled to speed up, and finally ran out of the town gate. He pulled the rope of the cage, stopped the cart beside the road, and looked over sideways. His expression showed some struggle, and he said after a long time: "Come up."
"Thank you, uncle." Wei Lin clasped his fists, took a breath, stumbled onto the cart and found an empty seat to sit down.
The clicking sound of the Gale Tigers' feet on the bluestones behind them gradually became more urgent. When they were approaching them, they started running completely, and the majestic Gale Tigers roared out of the town gate.
As soon as he stepped into the mud, he kicked up waves of dust, which made him cough. Wei Lin, who was already extremely weak, coughed so hard that he felt like he was going to die.
"Are you okay?" The man in front turned around and looked at him in fear, fearing that he would not be able to breathe and would die on the bullock cart, even if he had a mouth to speak.
Wei Lin buried his head and waved his hand after hearing this, "Thank you for your concern, uncle. I'm fine."
The man looked at him worriedly and raised his whip to drive the oxcart in doubt.
The simple bullock cart was jolting so hard that his internal organs throbbed and hurt. He moved, moved to the straw pile and lay down slowly, and the exercises in his body began to work.
There are still more than two days left. The more recovery we can have, the more hope we have.
The morning sun is soft and fresh, not dazzling. It shines on the face with a gentle warmth mixed with the coolness of the morning breeze. It is so comfortable that people can't help but close their eyes and enjoy this rare and beautiful time.
The man driving the car in front of him would look back from time to time, fearing that he would pay attention and die in the car.
Amid the man's worries, as the sun set in the afternoon, Wei Lin behind him still looked like he was not alive, hanging on for a breath, but he was still alive.
"Uncle, please put me down in the woods ahead."
The man was overjoyed when he heard this. A young man of this age appeared in Linxi Town with such a ghostly look, he was probably a monk.
He really didn't want to have anything to do with these high-ranking monks, but he didn't dare to refuse. Now that he was finally getting rid of them, the man called out in his heart for the blessing of his ancestors.
Wei Lin got out of the car shakily, took out a spiritual stone and handed it to him: "Thank you, uncle."
The man looked up at him in surprise. Could it be that he had guessed wrong and that he was not a monk?
Over the years, he has been traveling to Linxi Town all the time, and has met many monks. For a mortal like him, these people would not even pay attention to him.
There are really no people who are willing to ride in his bullock cart and pay back the fare.
He was not a monk, but a little guy about the same age as his son came out to seek life at a young age and ended up looking like he was half dead. It was pitiful. His heart was a little less cold and a little more soft. Waved his hand.
"No, it's just on my way. How about I take you to Saijin Town? You need to be treated as soon as possible. There is a doctor in Saijin Town who has a wonderful hand in rejuvenation. He will definitely cure you."
Wei Lin was startled. He had been avoiding and daring to speak before, but suddenly he became friendly and approachable. His eyes narrowed slightly. He insisted on handing the spirit stone to the man and said, "Thank you for your kindness, uncle. I'll be here." Just get off here."
After a day of recuperation, the wounds on his body no longer oozed blood, and he gradually adapted to the throbbing pain caused by occasional movements, and most of his mobility was restored.
Entering the forest, he grabbed one or two leaves from the trees as he walked. He only picked one or two leaves from each tree. He also tried his best to pick them from places under the dense branches and leaves where they were not easily noticed.
Use spiritual power to extract green juice from these leaves and drip it into a clay pot. When the clay pot is full, pour it into the bathtub in the storage bag.
Half an hour later, he finally filled the tub with half of the sap. He took out the tub and made sure there was no one around. He took off his coat and middle coat and threw them on the ground. He jumped into the tub, making his whole body stained. On the sap.
After soaking a stick of incense for a while, he came out of the sap and used his spiritual power to dry the sap on his body. After a while, his skin color turned dull and sallow, and the unique woody fragrance of the sap covered his original breath. Then he put on his coat and put away the bathtub.
He found a first-level fire-eyed lizard, wrapped his middle coat around it, and drove it to run around in the forest. Then he stepped out of the forest in a blink of an eye and headed towards Nanling City.
Nanling City is close to the Four Seasons Valley. It is the largest city in the southern part of the Canglan Continent. The major forces in it are intertwined, and there is a mixture of humans and humans. If you hide there, you still have a chance of survival.
In addition, Nanling City also has passenger spiritual ships that fly to various places, which is also helpful for subsequent escapes.
Although he destroyed the spirit-sucking orchid, he did not take it away. According to the woman in green, the group of powerful men were probably still alive, but they probably didn't have that much time to spare. They had been chasing after him for a while;
But now they must be furious and want to kill him to vent their anger. As long as they run away for a while, their anger will subside and they may be fine.
Just like a person, if he is bitten by a small ant, he will be so angry that he would like to tear it into pieces. But if the ant escapes cunningly, it may catch up for a while, but forget it if he cannot catch up.
It's just an ant. Who would be so bored and care about an ant?
Wei Lin was queuing up, looking at the long queue entering the city in front of him, thinking in a trance, three days are coming soon, how many of those monks and monsters will chase after them?
Thinking of those Nascent Soul Golden Core cultivators and all kinds of monster beasts in the transformation stage, he felt anxious and looked at the long queue.
As he was scratching his head, the queue became shorter and shorter, and he saw that there were still a few people approaching him. Suddenly, an old man fell down in front of him.
The girl in front turned around to catch the old man who was rushing forward, anxiously checked the old man's pulse, and then grabbed the man behind the old man, her tears falling: "We have no grievances, why did you want to harm my grandfather?!"
As she spoke, she lifted up the old man's broad sleeves, and a large area of black, green, and rotten skin on the withered arm came into view.
The girl in white clothes and skirt was half-kneeling on the ground, her delicate little face was full of pear blossoms, and she was biting her lower lip, as if she was trying to hold back tears, which made people feel pity for her.
And the man had a strong back and a strong waist, eyes like copper bells, and a large sword with a shiny handle in his hand. A comparison of the two made people subconsciously distinguish right from wrong.
Wei Lin was irritated. He could tell where the injury was by just sniffing. The deception was too clumsy, and could he move to another place? He was in a hurry!
Seeing that the steward sitting in the small office was about to get up and come over, he stepped forward, passed the two people in front of him, put a spiritual stone in the box, and stepped into the city gate.
Just now, three days had officially expired. Perhaps he was too sensitive, but he felt like there was a pair of eyes in the dark, staring at him maliciously.
In the center of Tianwu Forest, a group of demon cultivators and human cultivators who were worried about Wei Lin maintained their previous postures, standing like statues.
The green-eyed boy was the first to regain consciousness. He turned his green eyes and saw that the surrounding environment was clearly different from the previous moment. Is this an illusion?
What about the unlucky little human cub?
The person who recovered after him was the Nascent Soul True Lord of Taiyi Sect. His confused and shocked eyes met Midorima’s equally confused green eyes. His body tensed up and he asked quickly: "Where is this? Where is that little Qi practitioner?" ?Say! Are you hiding?"
"Hmph, you dare to question us! You despicable two-legged reptile!" Before Midoriya could answer, the red-haired young man Hong Yu who regained consciousness beside him was furious!
"You——" Zhi Mingzhenjun's face was ashen and he glared at him, blowing his beard with anger, but he was only in the early stage of Nascent Soul, and the other party was indeed a twelfth-level demon, which was two realms higher than him. He himself It cannot be done easily.
"Stop arguing!" Midorima shouted, stopping their quarrel, and suggested to everyone: "First find out what the situation is."
While the two were bickering, the other monks and demons all recovered, looking at the unfamiliar environment and looking at each other.
Hongyu frowned, thought for a long time, and then said, "That kid is weird."
Midorima couldn't help but roll his eyes at him, and said angrily: "It goes without saying that if there weren't any weirdness, how could a group of twelfth-level demon cultivators be teleported to the center of Tianwu Forest."
(End of chapter)
