When Shi Wuduan woke up again, the light that illuminated this ghostly place like an ordinary day had disappeared, and only the "cracking" sound of flames burning wood not far from him could be heard. Shi Wuduan woke up as quickly as possible, suddenly remembered what happened before, and immediately frowned.
Even though there was a fire in the cave, it was still very dark. Shi Wuduan barely raised his eyes and glanced around. He didn't feel the breath of another person, so he stared blankly at the weird cave roof where even the stones were dark red. After a while, he suddenly sighed heavily, raised his hand to cover his face, and thought to himself, what the hell is going on
There was an unknown thing covering his body, which looked like some kind of plant, but it was like a quilt, and it felt a bit soft to the touch. Shi Wuyuan turned over slowly, knowing that there were many bruises on his body, but the wounds and red and swollen places seemed to have been treated by someone, within the tolerance range, anyway, compared to an arrow piercing the heart, it is not very painful .
But there was a very uncomfortable soreness from the cracks in the bones, his temples were tight, as if they were tightly clamped by something, and his body was cold, so he couldn't help curling up. Shi Wuduan felt as if his body temperature hadn't dropped much since he arrived in this unlucky place.
He turned his back to the direction of the hole and the fire, as if facing the wall in thought, the ground was facing the dark red wall with shadows jumping with the flames, Shi Wudu felt that he was going to be burned stupidly, his head was dizzy, and things were blurred, even though he opened his eyes She blinked, but was not very clear-headed, so she suddenly felt a little like a dream.
Why did you come to this point? He hardly had the strength to be angry, or even to have a slightly more violent emotion. He just thought in a dazed and exhausted way—why did he come to this point
He began to unconsciously fall into the long memory, the master with a blurred face, the Jianghua Sanren who he couldn't even see for the last time...
Shi Wuduan is actually precocious, and remembers most of the things he did when he was two or three years old, but he doesn't think much about it at ordinary times, as if he can't believe that he has such a happy life where cats hate dogs and lawlessness.
It made him dazed, and it made him weak.
For example, when he thinks of Cangyun Valley, he will be reluctant to attack Bai Li, or even bear hatred for him. As a single seedling of his, even when he was shut up on Jiulu Mountain, he couldn't bear to disobey her wishes, couldn't bear to kill Qingchu and those disciples of Xuanzong. When he thought of Senior Jianghua, he would think of her. That man has been talking about karma with himself, and he will feel helpless to look away from some things.
However, intolerance, attachment and even tolerance will bring weakness, and even a little weakness will make him suffer.
The seven mountain lanterns have been used by the country for seventy years. In the seventy years, even if the people are born in water and fire, the people are in dire straits, or the disasters are constant, the wind and rain are precarious, but the lights will not go out. same as above.
It roughly means that even if the wind and rain are not smooth, and the east wall is torn down to make up for the west wall, there will always be people who are not born in the world when it is crumbling.
A long time ago, Shi Wuduan knew this truth in his heart, but he didn't understand it very thoroughly, because he was really busy, as if he didn't even remember his last name.
From Haining to the capital, it takes at least 40 days to walk with the customs clearance certificate. It is so difficult and difficult.
How to make money, how to draw a salary from the bottom of the pot, how to pave this difficult road in the future, the layer upon layer of network of relationships circulates one piece of news that is difficult to distinguish between true and false, for more than ten years, sleepless nights, conspiracy and calculation seem simple The black and white lines, hastily and rudely constituted his entire youth.
There is no son of aristocratic family who enjoys all the beauties in the world, and there is no carefree and sentimental ignorance of reckless teenagers. There is only how to kill and how not to be killed. Living on such a difficult and dangerous road.
Weakness... a little bit of weakness will put him in a dilemma, conscience and what to do, many times he can only choose one.
However, at this surprisingly quiet time, Shi Wuduan thought a lot without any trace. It seems that the fortune of the country for seventy years, the right time and place are all gone now. So many years of painstaking efforts have destroyed the Pope's secret agreement, and even he extended it in the Mahayana Pope. Entered the hand, paved a dark line with assassination plots and interests, which directly led to the Battle of Dazhou Mountain, Mahayana Pope Yu Xuanzong was successfully separated, and Xuanzong's elite was almost completely destroyed overnight.
But Ban Ya is dead, Yan Zhen is still alive, Zou Yanlai is still alive, General Zhang is still alive... that is, after these people are dead, Bai Li is still alive.
Back then when the mountain lantern was raised, the Mozong began to open its caves. Now that Baili was born, and joined forces with the Tantric Sect, the Red Turban Army has been wandering in Dongyue, frightened every step of the way. It turned out that a bunch of threads that he had been unable to figure out on the astrolabe were connected in this way, and it really was a seamless mess.
There seems to be a hand in the dark, lightly involving all the struggles and roars of ordinary people, so that no one can calculate it, but they can't hide it.
So a feeling of emptiness and exhaustion suddenly rose from his chest, and Shi Wuduan felt like a persimmon with a rotten heart, and when he touched it lightly, he shriveled and shriveled.
He stared at the wall blankly thinking, and after thinking about it, he fell asleep again.
When he woke up again, he felt that his throat was about to smoke. Presumably, it was a kettle on the stove. After being burned for so long, it was almost dry. Shi Wudu didn't know if he had done something Nightmare, anyway, covered in cold sweat, but his mind is clearer.
He propped himself up and sat up, only to see that there was water next to it, and it was still covered with leaves. The man probably knew that his craftsmanship was not good enough, so in order to avoid leakage, he wrapped four or five layers of leaves inside and out. , not like a scoop for fetching water, but a bit like a big rice dumpling.
Shi Wuduan glanced around, but still didn't find any trace of that son of a bitch named Bai Mingli, frowned, cursed a few words in his heart, but didn't make it difficult for himself, picked it up and drank it down.
After a few days, people kept adding firewood, and when he woke up, there must be clear water, even wild fruits with strange shapes, and barbecue, but there was no sign of Baili.
That day Bai Li covered him with a large dark red leaf, if it wasn't for the faint veins on it, one would have thought it was a piece of cloth with a small blood stain in the corner, I don't know what kind of animal it is Yes, or… yes.
Shi Wudu also saved trouble, tore off a strip of cloth, put it on and tied it casually, and made the sack-like thing into a robe that a person is wearing. It's really weird if you don't look carefully. He reluctantly used the torn and tattered clothes as a quilt, and draped them slightly on his body when he fell asleep.
At first, he seemed to have a gasp in his chest, but after a few days, he lost his temper because of this evasive demon.
The skewered meat beside him was obviously not a whole animal's leg, it looked like it had been sliced off piece by piece by a sharp weapon, and it looked very strange.
Shi Wuduan bit it bitterly, thinking at the same time: there is such a thing in the world, I haven't avoided him yet, and he hides from me like an angry little daughter-in-law, dare to kill or bury him, dare to kill him If you don't dare to admit it, you still have to cry like a cat here, what kind of thing is it!
Bai Li only sneaked in to add food and water to the fire when he was asleep. The evil fire environment was not peaceful, but his body had almost recovered at this time, and those ordinary things couldn't help him. The silk-like leaf on the body is called Tujiaye. It is rumored that it is dyed with the blood of a kind of divine bird. It grows on the cliff and is guarded by millions of descendants of the divine bird "Buxu". He is good at running, has sharp teeth and claws, and is also in a group. In order to get such a piece, Bai Li almost smashed half of the mountain. In the end, he accidentally got a piece of meat off by a dying Buxu.
However, when he covered Shi Wuduan with Tujia Ye stained with his own blood, he felt strangely that the wound did not hurt, and even heaved a sigh of relief.
He had wanted to strangle Shi Wudu countless times with his own hands, and he even shot an arrow into his heart, but he had never really seen Shi Wudu who was dying and covered in scars.
That... It was like when Yan Zhen used a crappy water mirror in his room to make him see Shi Wuyou lying on the bed fragilely for no reason, and it was even more intense than that time.
Suddenly hate, suddenly bewildered, suddenly afraid, suddenly terrified.
From afar, Shi Wuduan seemed to be facing the wall and fell asleep motionless. Then Bai Li looked at the roasted meat in his hands, and walked in lightly. He used the sharp blade of his nails, Carefully picked off the few pieces of meat that seemed edible, skewered them with a new skewer, put them on a clean big leaf, and placed them beside Shi Wuduan, who had his back turned to him, and then he handled it himself. What was left was the scorched black minced meat that could not be seen at all.
When they come across raw ones, they can be roasted on the fire to get rid of the bloody smell before they are eaten. For those that are overcooked, they can only peel off the black ash on them and force themselves to eat them.
It was like swallowing medicine, and I also felt that my hands were clumsier than my feet.
After packing up the broken bones, Bai Li finally uncontrollably raised his head and glanced at Shi Wuduan, and then stared at Shi Wuduan's arched back in a daze, as if his eyes were stuck. long time. In the end, Bai Li hesitated for a long time, then walked over slowly, like a thief, came to Shi Wuduan's side, knelt down and gently combed the scattered hair, and saw the rags on his body Clothes, the pupils contracted, and the calm expression broke for a moment, and then he stretched out his hand very hesitantly, and pulled up the unusually careless "quilt".
Only then did he realize that Shi Wuduan's eyes were open.
Bai Li's fingertips paused, and he retracted as if being scalded. Shi Wuduan turned his back to him and didn't look back, but suddenly sneered and asked, "What? Are you still yelling molestation?"
Bai Li was not sharp-tongued at all, his mind was blank at this moment, let alone what to say.
Shi Wuduan suddenly sat up, and slapped him back, the slap was so merciless that Bai Li turned his head away, his mind was buzzing, and he couldn't hear anything for a while, like a side It was as if his face had been burned, and there was a bloody smell in his mouth.
Instinctively there was a killing intent in his heart, the color of the nails changed and popped out half an inch, but he suddenly came back to his senses, turned his head to look at Shi Wuduan's expressionless face, he became confused for a while, and could only stare at him blankly .
Bai Li had mixed feelings in his heart, and it was almost a mess at the moment. He didn't know what to think, and after a long time of dazed thought, he managed to concoct an idea. He thought, why am I so moody, like a lunatic?