Above the sky, black clouds rolled, and bursts of dull thunder roared, as if some monster was about to emerge from the clouds.
Wu Fusheng sat aside with a grin on his face and said with concern: "Master, if you are not feeling well, why don't we go another day."
The old man glanced at Wu Fusheng, his eyes full of disdain: "Comfortable? Uncomfortable?"
"Comfort is reserved for the dead. How can you be comfortable while you are alive? If you are dead and lying in a coffin, you can feel comfortable for a thousand or ten thousand years. Is that useful? Stop talking nonsense and leave quickly! Hurry up!"
The old man with white beard held on to the tree trunk, stood up tremblingly, and staggered forward step by step.
Wu Fusheng had just knelt on the ground for a short while and saw that the old man was about to leave again. He was very reluctant to do so, but then he thought about it. He was too useless. The old man was so old and looked like he was going to die at any time. Although he is trying hard to move forward, how come he can't even bear this little pain at such a young age?
If such people are not trash, then what are they?
Humans are very strange animals. They are not afraid of anything else but comparison. If you compare yourself with others and find that you are just a little bit worse than others, it will be more uncomfortable than killing them.
At this moment, Wu Fusheng, as if he had been injected with blood, stood up with all his strength, straightened his spine, and followed closely behind the old man.
The two of them walked in tandem and finally reached the top of the mountain that day.
On the top of the mountain, a tall dead tree stood proudly at the bottom of the clouds.
The old man had reached his limit when he reached this point. He was lying on the ground, panting like a dog, sweating all over his body, and his clothes were soaked.
Wu Fusheng was also in unbearable pain. At this moment, he wished he could cut off his legs with a knife, maybe he could feel better.
The old man with white beard and white hair breathlessly ordered: "Apprentice, hurry up... hurry up... hurry up..."
Wu Fusheng was a little puzzled and asked: "Master, what are you doing quickly?"
"Quickly take five steps forward, pull out... the tree roots under the stone slab, and wrap them... respectively around your legs..."
Wu Fusheng didn't know why, so he took five steps forward and saw a gap under a stone.
He reached in, searched for a long time, and actually pulled out an extremely long thing that looked like a tree root!
The roots of this tree are dark and cold and hard to the touch, but they are also extremely flexible and can be bent at will.
Wu Fusheng wrapped the tree roots tightly around his legs, and there were already bursts of lightning in the sky!
It was the rainy season at this time, the clouds were extremely low, and the lightning in the clouds struck so low and densely that it reflected the faces of people like ghosts.
"Master, what is the purpose of tying these tree roots?"
"This tree is not an ordinary tree, but an innate alien species. It has been struck by lightning on this mountain for thousands of years, and has long since become a sacred lightning tree. My teacher also placed a wind and thunder stick made of different iron on the top of the tree, so this tree has become It has become a thunder tree that is 100% able to attract thunder and lightning!”
Wu Fusheng felt something was wrong, and asked in confusion: "Catch the thunder and lightning? Then?"
"Then the thunder and lightning from the sky will strike down, first hitting the wind and thunder stick, and then the thunder and lightning will travel along the trunk of the tree to the roots of the tree. If you tie the roots to your legs, the thunder and lightning will be transmitted to your body through the roots of the tree!"
At this moment, a muffled thunder suddenly struck in the sky, causing the entire mountain peak to tremble slightly!
After Wu Fusheng heard this, all the hairs on his body stood up in horror, and he said in panic: "Then... wouldn't that mean... I'll chop my disciple to death?"
The old man laughed, reached into his arms, took off the thing around his neck, threw it to Wu Fusheng, and said: "Put it on your neck and put it on your heart!"
Wu Fusheng took the thing and took a closer look. He saw a dark black stone similar to a jade hanging on a dirty black rope.
This black stone looks unremarkable, no different from ordinary stones, just black and shiny!
Wu Fusheng vaguely felt something in his heart, and he put the black stone on his heart as he was told.
"Very good! With this lightning protection black jade, the thunder will not kill you!" The old man said with relief when he saw Wu Fusheng put the stone in place.
Wu Fusheng felt slightly relieved and said with a smile: "It turns out that the master's treasure is so powerful, so since the sky thunder struck the immortal disciple, what are these tree roots wrapped around his legs to attract the sky thunder? Is it the sky lightning strike? Will it have another miraculous effect on my disciple?"
The old man with white beard and white hair looked at Wu Fusheng with disdain, and slowly backed away, with a look of ridicule and gloating in his eyes: "There are miraculous effects, but this world is very fair, you have got certain If you have something, you are bound to lose something! Since you can’t study hard and practice hard, and you can’t bear the hardship of practicing martial arts, and you want to defeat those martial arts lunatics who practice day and night, and practice in their dreams, then you can only endure these nine The pain of Nether Purgatory, I believe that my disciple, you will be able to bear it calmly and handle it easily! Come on! I will support you mentally!"
The white-bearded old man said a rare remark, but Wu Fusheng felt that his tone when he said this did not sound like he was encouraging him, but like he was cursing himself?
Why do I feel so full of malice in these words?
Before Wu Fusheng could think about it, two ink clouds collided fiercely in the nine heavens, and a bolt of lightning illuminated the heaven and earth, and there was a loud explosion!
The twists and turns are like vines, and the strands are like silk.
The wrath of Haotian, the thunder in the sudden rain.
The giant thunder, filled with infinite power, struck viciously on the thunder stick at the top of the tree.
The thunder and lightning passed through the wind and thunder stick and penetrated straight to the tree trunk!
Through the trunk of the tree, the thunder and lightning went all the way down, penetrating the roots of the tree in an instant.
Countless electric lights swarmed from the roots of the tree, and penetrated into Wu Fusheng's body quickly and without waves!
Wu Fusheng felt as if a thousand or ten thousand knives were stabbing him in an instant. These countless knives were cutting repeatedly on every cell of his body!
This pain is unprecedented, this pain is enough to make people reincarnate on the spot!
Wu Fusheng fainted in an instant and lost consciousness.
But his body was like a severe Parkinson's patient, and like leaves in the strong wind, it was shaking crazily and violently!
If it weren't for the lightning protection black jade, ten thousand Wu Fusheng would be completely dead at this moment!
There were layers of black clouds in the sky, and two black clouds were fighting each other, and a bolt of lightning fell in response!
Wu Fusheng, who was visited by the God of Death again, suddenly woke up from the illusion of death and had the illusion of life!
Countless rays of white light gathered in front of my eyes, and countless black dots swam quickly in front of my eyes!
All kinds of strange scenes of light, land, and light came out like a tide, and then faded away at the speed of light.
His body shook like a windmill in the strong wind.
The white-bearded old man raised his head and looked at the sky, stood up with difficulty, and picked up a white wooden stick from the side.
He walked up to Wu Fusheng, poked Wu Fusheng from a distance with a long wooden stick, and shouted: "Hey! Are you still alive? Hello?!"
Wu Fusheng opened his eyes in confusion, only to feel that everything in front of him was white and pitch black. He had temporarily lost his vision!
"Master...Master, disciple...disciple is about to die, can you...can..."
"No! Bite this stick with your teeth!" The old man looked at the sky worriedly, interrupted Wu Fusheng impatiently, and forced the stick into Wu Fusheng's hand.
Wu Fusheng touched the wooden stick and said blankly: "Master...Master, what is this wooden stick used for..."
"You put the stick in your mouth to prevent your teeth from biting off your tongue. If your tongue is broken and cannot be reattached, you will become mute!"
After the old man finished speaking, he no longer cared about Wu Fusheng, turned around and limped down the mountain to take shelter from the rain.
At this moment, Wu Fusheng was confused and his limbs were weak. How could he have any other thoughts?
He stuffed the stick into his mouth numbly and bit the stick viciously.
Big raindrops hit the rocks and Wu Fusheng's face.
A heavy downpour came.
Is there anyone listening to the sound of rain at this moment like me?
The rain gradually became heavier and heavier, and the thunder and lightning became more and more severe and intensive.
This thunder and lightning has not changed for thousands of years.
But the world has changed countless times.
So does long-term love always lead to betrayal?
If it hadn't been for the severe storm, we would still be mortals.
Today has reached the sky, wouldn't the world be turned upside down?
In June, the face of a child changes at will.
When the clouds cleared and the fog dispersed, and the sky and earth became bright again, it was already evening.
Channels of golden light penetrated the thick clouds and reflected softly on the bluestone.
Where the layers of mist surge, there are rainbows of seven colors running through the sky.
If you don't know how cruel the world is, you can't feel how gentle the world is.
Lei Shiyong, who had white beard and white hair, walked slowly to Wu Fusheng.
At this time, Wu Fusheng's appearance had changed drastically.
A charred head, a charred body, charred clothes, a charred person.
If they didn't know that this was a person, everyone would probably think that it was a piece of wood that was scorched by lightning.
Lei Shiyong found a wooden stick, poked the dark lump, and shouted loudly: "Apprentice? Stop being lazy. You didn't collect the clothes you washed yesterday. It just rained heavily and they were all soaked!"
The old man's voice became louder and louder, until he was shouting at the top of his lungs!
There was movement in the dark dust pile, and a round thing came out.
Lei Shiyong couldn't help but laugh out loud. That round fleshy ball turned out to be Wu Fusheng's head!
The power of lightning is unparalleled and cannot be endured by humans. Wu Fusheng survived the lightning strike due to special reasons, but all the hair and clothes on his body were turned into black ashes!
Wu Fusheng stood up in confusion and stared at Lei Shiyong blankly.
Lei Shiyong circled around Wu Fusheng several times and looked at him carefully for a long time. Then he was satisfied and smashed his mouth. He fumbled out the lightning protection black jade from the black dust underground and put it in his pocket. Then he put his hand behind his back. Said: "Let's go!"
The two of them walked slowly down the mountain, one behind the other.
The setting sun gave off streaks of golden light, plating the two people one behind the other into a golden color, like immortals descending from the fairy world to the human world!
By the time the two returned to the thatched house, it was completely dark.
