In the next few days, when he was hungry, he ate the birds that had been sucked into the area and killed him. He carefully observed the stone beads most of the day, and wiped his arm with the dew that appeared on it every time. Gradually, his arm fully recovered. As before, he was extremely concerned about this dew, and accumulated a lot with the skull of a flying bird.
On this day, he evenly sprinkled the dew accumulated for many days on a piece of clothing strip, wrapped the stone beads in it treasuredly, hung it around his neck and tugged a few times to make sure he would not fall behind, taking advantage of the suction He came to the entrance of the cave during the intermittent time, gritted his teeth fiercely, tore off most of his clothes, bolted them together, and tied them to the waist while fixing the stones on the side, carefully crawling down.
It was about five or six feet down. Suddenly his hand slipped and his body fell quickly. Fortunately, his clothes were a little strenuous. He swung his body and quickly grasped a branch that grew out of the way. At this time, the strips of clothes split from the middle and were tied. The section on his waist danglingly echoed in mid-air.
Cold sweat broke out on Wang Lin's forehead, and when he looked down, he was about twenty feet tall. He grabbed the branch with one hand, and quickly grabbed the strip of clothes with the other hand, and tied it to the branch with difficulty. This gave a sigh of relief.
He moved his body carefully, and finally approached the cliff again after a long time, and continued to climb down. When he was a few feet away from the bottom of the cliff, his clothing strips had been used to the limit, and Wang Lin quickly jumped down without thinking.
The strip of clothes could not bear the weight and cracked again, but it also slightly eased Wang Lin's falling speed. The wind blew his face, and a series of branches broke off. At the moment of landing, he struggled to control his body, with his toes hitting the ground first. With the huge thrust of the forward thrust, it rolled into a ball and rolled on the ground.
The stones on the ground were like sharp knives, piercing him one after another, separating bloody wounds. Especially the right leg was stabbed by a sharp stone, and bones were visible from the wound.
Wang Lin was breathing fast and his eyes were loose. He struggled to hold the stone beads-wrapped cloth from his neck in his mouth, his tongue sucked the moist dew drenched on it. After a while, he struggled to sit up, his hands trembling. Untie the cloth strip, twist it vigorously against the wound on the right leg, and a few drops of liquid fall.
There was a chill from the wound. After all this, he fell to the ground weakly, praying secretly that no beasts would come over before he recovered.
At this moment, a shout suddenly came from a distance.
"Tie Zhu, where are you?"
Wang Lin was taken aback and listened carefully. It turned out to be his father's voice. Before he could think about it, he immediately shouted with all his strength: "Father, I'm here!"
A long rainbow quickly slid from a distance. After wandering on the cliff above Wang Lin, the thunder fell quickly. After the sword light dissipated, Hengyue sent a disciple named Zhang to hold Tie Zhu and his father under his arm, frowning. Xiang Wanglin.
Tie Zhu’s father saw his son and immediately burst into tears. He ran to Wang Lin and hugged him. He cried, "Tie Zhu, why are you? Now, how should parents live."
Wang Lin was startled for a moment, and realized that Dad had misunderstood that he was going to commit suicide. When he saw his wounds and embarrassed appearance, he couldn't help but smile.
The disciple surnamed Zhang glanced at Wang Lin. He looked up and found the cloth strips of his clothes. As soon as his body jumped, he climbed to the cave in a few swings. Suddenly, the suction appeared, his face was shocked, but immediately He resumed as usual, and didn’t care about the suction force. He swept through it and fell gently, and said in a low voice, “Your child wanted to commit suicide, but was sucked by this naturally formed wind eye, so he didn’t fall to death. Now Wang Lin It has been found, and it will be decided by the elders when we return to the martial arts."
After he finished speaking, he rolled his sleeves, grabbed Wang Lin and his son, and left the place quickly. After a while, he came to the foot of the Hengyue faction peak and easily climbed to the top along the stone steps.
When he returned to the old place, Wang Lin was in a complex mood. Several people stood on the top of the mountain, all with disgusting expressions. The disciple surnamed Zhang quickly stepped forward and said a few words in one of them. The person frowned and said coldly: " Now that the person is back, let's send it to the guest room to meet his mother."
In the guest room, Wang Lin's mother immediately burst into tears when she saw her son, hugged him and whimpered and complained. After his parents' dictation, Wang Lin knew the whole story.
After he ran away from home, his parents immediately returned to the Wang family to find his fourth uncle. The three worried about his safety and found Wang Zhuo’s father. Due to his fourth uncle’s toughness, Wang Zhuo’s father reluctantly contacted all relatives in the family. Jointly petitioned the Hengyue faction, begging for help in finding.
It was the first time that the Hengyue faction encountered this kind of thing. I didn’t want to care about it, but Wang Lin left home because he was not collected. , All the surrounding villagers verbally rumors that, I am afraid that not many parents will let their children come for testing in the future. After thinking about it repeatedly, they sent a few people to look for it nearby. Wang Lin's father was not relieved, so he followed.
This was the scene before.
Not long after, someone sent me a decoction. Tie Zhu and his mother hurriedly thanked him, and carefully fed it into Wang Lin’s mouth. This medicine was indeed made by the fairy sect. The effect was very good. After drinking it, Wang Lin felt that his body immediately recovered. Less, the wound pain is also relieved a lot.
The words that his parents care about kept coming into Wang Lin's ears. He wanted to explain, but he might not believe them after thinking about them.
At this moment, in the hall of the Hengyue School, a few elders in the door were sitting aside and listening to the man surnamed Zhang telling the process of finding Wang Lin. After a long time, a red-faced old man patted the table and said with dissatisfaction: "The life and death of mortals is with me. Why do you wait for the cultivator? Look at Zhao’s cultivating sect. There is one who is not as dignified as ours, and sent someone to look for a doll who was not selected to commit suicide. What a shame!"
A cold-faced middle-aged man next to him sighed secretly, and said in a deep voice: "Elder Ma said it was extremely right. Looking at the various factions of the Zhao State, it is our Hengyue that is the least plausible, but if the child really died in our Heng Yue In the vicinity of Yuepai, this matter will definitely affect the collection of disciples in the future. When the parents think that the child is not collected, they may have the idea of seeking death, so they dare to send the child."
An elderly man in brocade robe took a sip from his teacup, and said unhurriedly, "In fact, it's not because our Hengyue school has fallen. Do we need to select a large number of disciples suitable for cultivating immortals from mortals? Hey, if so 500 years ago, regardless of his life and death, we don't need to bother with the thoughts of mortals."
The last wrinkled old man sighed and slowly said: "This young man can commit suicide once, and it is very likely that he will commit suicide a second time. That's all, in order to save trouble in the future, let's make an exception and accept him as a registered disciple." After that, he squinted at the middle-aged man, closed his eyes and stopped talking.