Lou Kuhe broke into the Seventy-Two Lotus Peak with a white-haired corpse on his back. He relaxed in one breath. His feet refused to obey him and he stumbled to the ground. His bones were soft and his tendons were soft. He couldn't get up for a long time. He spread out his limbs. Lying in the grass, breathing heavily, the smell of earth and grass penetrated his nostrils, making him drowsy. The white-haired corpse was thrown aside by him. He rolled his eyes and passed out, like a silent corpse. The ground was dyed red with blood. Lou Kuhe struggled to climb forward, stretched out his hand to test his mouth and nose, and there was still a faint trace. Breathing, I felt relieved.
A person who travels a hundred miles is half-ninety, and there is still a final stretch to go. Facing the scrutiny of Qi Ran is the most critical and fatal test. Lou Kuhe closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, but deep down in his heart, he was turbulent and made repeated calculations. At that moment, the consciousness slowly receded and fell into dreamland. It was a sleepless night, and when I woke up, it was exactly three days later. The white-haired corpse was still standing next to him. His injuries had worsened, and his body was exuding a strong corpse gas and rotten odor. Fortunately, he was downwind, otherwise he would not have been able to sleep peacefully.
Lou Kuhe got up and stretched his stiff muscles. He didn't mind that the white-haired corpse was covered in blood, so he put him on his back and strode towards the depths of the Seventy-two Lotus Peak. The white-haired corpse's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and after a long time, he groaned lowly and said vaguely: "Thank you very much..." Lou Kuhe remained silent, just hustling on his way, saying that repaying the kindness of a drop of water with a spring is all nonsense. , The white-haired corpse is just a shield. As long as Qi Ran can't be suspicious, thank God.
After going around and over more than ten hills, a large jasper-like lake suddenly opened up before our eyes. In the center of the lake was a sudden peak, with an outline like a large tomb. After a long journey and many twists and turns, they finally arrived in front of Jiuquan Peak of Shenyuan Lake. Lou Kuhe was filled with emotions. He bent down and put down the white-haired corpse, looked around, uprooted seven or eight black pine trees as thick as a bowl, cut off the side branches and tied them into a raft.
The white-haired corpse lay there for a long time, regained some energy, and said feebly: "Why bother..."
Lou Kuhe glanced at him and said in a loud voice: "You don't understand. Lotus Peak is the birthplace of life and blood in the south. This is called awe and must not be disrespected."
The white-haired corpse laughed dumbly, touched the wound again, gasped, shook his head and was speechless for a long time. The Louku River pushed the raft into the lake, picked up the white-haired corpse, and paddled the wood pulp hard, causing ripples. The clouds and sky were reflected in the lake. The raft separated the two worlds and slowly swung toward the Jiuquan Peak in the center of the lake. .
Jiuquan Peak is far away, but the lake seems endless. From daylight to late night, and from late night to dawn, it doesn't seem to get much closer. Looking back at the shore where we started, the vast blue water has already disappeared at the end of the field of vision. The fluctuations of the law are like ripples, turning a waterway into an endless journey. Lou Kuhe knew something was wrong, but he could only pretend not to know, and immersed himself in paddling the wood pulp. He regarded it as a test from God and offered his sincerity. Sincerity.
Qi Ran sat cross-legged at the foot of Jiuquan Peak, beside Shen Yuan Lake, with his aura connected to the Nirvana Buddha Kingdom. He practiced meditation for a hundred days, and after completing his work, he gathered his principles and grew up. Putting your hands behind your back and looking from a distance, you can see a raft trapped in Shenyuan Lake, unable to move forward or retreat, like a flying insect caught in a spider's web, and it has been suffering for an unknown amount of time. He stretched out his hand and waved, and the raft suddenly rode the wind and waves, streaked across the lake like an arrow, and stopped suddenly on the shore. Lou Kuhe put down the wood pulp and bowed solemnly to the end, thanking General Qi for his help. This was also a proper and proper courtesy.
Qi Ran's eyes fell on the white-haired corpse. He was huddled on the raft. Half of his body was soaked and he was dying. His body was covered with bruises and no inch was intact. Since he has worked so hard to get here, he is destined, so let him be given a chance. How far he can go depends on his luck. Qi Ran showed no mercy, popping out a wisp of blood energy and submerging it into the body of the white-haired corpse.
This ray of blood came from the remains of the gods and Buddhas. At the last moment, he intercepted a little from the burning fire to prepare for emergencies. A dozen of them could only be counted in one palm. One of them was given to Lou Kuhe. He naturally knew what was in it. Benefits, I can't help but show envy. The blood and gas entered the body, like a warm current burrowing in and out like a big snake. Countless flesh buds sprouted from the wound, entangled with each other and healed, pulling the white-haired corpse back from the edge of death. He let out a long sigh of relief, stood up unsteadily, thanked Qi Ran for saving his life, and said nothing more.
Qi Ran asked a few questions casually, and the white-haired corpse told him one by one about the circumstances of his departure, as well as the old and new grudges with the black mandrill. Can't get here. What kind of person is it that scares away wolves and frightens deer, stabs and steals blood? Qi Ran was curious, but he still didn't pay much attention to it. There were many heroes in the grass, dragons and snakes emerged at the right time. If a red sun couldn't rise, they would be just ants in the abyss.
A single tree cannot make a forest. Doing everything by yourself, even three heads and six arms are too busy. Now that the Emperor of Heaven has let go, Qi Ran will naturally have to plan for the long term. If Fengli is the first attempt to ask for directions by throwing stones, then Lou Kuhe and Bai Mao Shihuan This is the second attempt, giving them opportunities to see if they have the luck to reach the sky in one step.
The one-year period is approaching, and there is not much time left. Qi Ran looks back at Jiuquan Peak, his heart as calm as an ancient well. The initial joy and excitement have long passed. Although the Emperor of Heaven has given him three concessions, he knows that he and Qi Ran, There is still a considerable gap between Haotian and even Beiming at its peak. The great god behind it is gradually disappearing, and everything will depend on oneself.
He turned around, said hello, stepped on the raft first, and then crossed the lake after Lou Kuhe Yu's white-haired corpse followed closely.
Leaving Seventy-Two Lotus Peaks, they went all the way north to the place they had agreed upon. Qi Ran ordered the two of them to wait a hundred miles away, sitting alone by the mountain stream, looking at the gurgling water, thinking about the trip to the source of the Three Rivers. A head-on conflict with Gaya is both an opportunity and a challenge. Haotian naturally has his confidence. Even if he is defeated, he can escape unscathed, but for him, he must take the long term to avoid losses.
After waiting quietly for several days, the clouds flowed across the sky, the light and shadow changed, and suddenly there was a person in the upper reaches of the mountain stream, squatting on a white stone. It was Haotian, the leader of the three emperors of the abyss. He raised his hand and greeted him angrily. The machine is obscure and deep, and different from before. Qi Ran looked up at him, smiled slightly, showing his white teeth, and exchanged a few casual greetings, feeling content.
Haotian looked at him seriously, nodded and said: "General Qi has continued to practice and has made further progress. It is gratifying to congratulate him. This time he went to the source of the Three Rivers and picked chestnuts from the fire. He has a little more confidence."
Qi Ran said: "It's just a fluke. Fortunately, Emperor Hao helped us, so we can get twice the result with half the effort."
Haotian pointed to the place where Lou Kuhe's white-haired corpse was, and said, "Well, those two southern border monsters got a trace of the blood of gods and Buddhas. What's the origin?"
Qi Ran said: "They are just traveling mounts and running men, which made Emperor Hao laugh."
