Chapter 58 Madman...

When Shi Wuyuan woke up again, the light that illuminated this ghostly place into ordinary daylight had disappeared, and only the sound of "crackling" of firewood burning in a place not far from him could be heard. Shi Wuyuan woke up as quickly as possible, suddenly remembered what happened before, and immediately frowned.

Even if there was a fire in the mountain, it was still very dark. Shi Wuyuan just reluctantly raised his eyes and glanced around. He didn't feel another person's breath, so he stared blankly at the strange, dark red stone. Top, after a while, he suddenly sighed heavily, raised his hand to cover his face, and thought to himself, what the hell is going on?

He was covered with an unknown thing, like some kind of plant, but like a quilt, it felt a little silky soft to the touch. Shi Wuyuan slowly turned over, knowing that there were a lot of bruises on his body, but the wounds and swollen areas seemed to have been treated by someone else, within the tolerance range, anyway, it was not as painful as piercing the heart with an arrow. .

But there was a very uncomfortable acid in the cracks between the bones, the sun was very tight, as if he was being pinched by something, and his body was cold, he couldn't help curling up. Shi Wuyuan felt as if his body temperature hadn't dropped much since he arrived at this unfortunate place.

He turned his back to the direction of the mouth and the fire, as if he was thinking about the wall, and turned towards the dark red wall where the shadow jumped with the flames, Shi Wuyuan felt that he was about to be burnt stupid, his head was very dizzy, and his vision was blurry, although I opened my eyes, but I was not very awake, so I suddenly felt a little like a dream.

Why did it come this far? He hardly had the strength to be angry, or even to have a slightly violent emotion, he just thought blankly and tiredly-why did he come this far?

He began to unconsciously fall into a long memory, the master with a blurred face, the Jianghua Sanren who couldn't even see the last face...

Shi Wuyuan is actually precocious, and remembers most of the things about two or three years old, but he doesn't usually think about it.

It made him stupefied, and it made him weak.

For example, when he recited Cangyungu, he would be reluctant to attack Bai Li, or even hate him. When he recited Master Kuruo, he thought of that old-fashioned old lady who had lived her whole life in order not to let her fellow sect kill each other, in order to save her life. When he was the only seedling, even when he was self-isolated on Jiulu Mountain, he would not have the heart to go against her wishes, and would not have the heart to kill Qingku and those disciples of Xuanzong. When he thought of Senior Jiang Hua, he would think of it. That man has been telling him about the karma and fate, and he will feel helpless to look away at some things.

However, intolerance, attachment and even tolerance will bring weakness, and a little weakness will make him miserable.

Seven mountain lanterns have been borrowed by the country for seventy years. In the seventy years, even if the people were born in water and fire, the people were struggling, or the disasters continued, the wind and rain were swaying, but the lights did not go out. Same as above.

It probably means that even if the wind and rain are not smooth, and the east wall is demolished to make up for the west wall, it is always on the verge of crumbling, and there will be people who are not born in the world, pulling the building to the ground.

A long time ago, Shi Wuyuan knew this truth in his heart, but he didn't understand it very thoroughly, because he was so busy that he seemed so busy that he didn't even remember his last name.

From Haining to the capital, it takes at least 40 days to take the customs clearance letter. It is so difficult.

How to make money, how to draw money from the bottom of the pot, how to pave this difficult road in the future, the layers of relationship network, one after another indistinguishable news is circulating, for more than ten years, sleepless nights, scheming and calculating seems simple Black and white lines, sloppy and rude, constituted his entire boyhood.

There is no noble family son who can read the beauty of the world, and there is no carefree passion and ignorance of the rambunctious youth. There is only how to kill people, and how not to be killed, to live on such a difficult and dangerous road.

Weakness... A little bit of weakness will make him in a dilemma, conscience and things to do, often can only choose one.

However, in this surprisingly quiet time, Shi Wuyuan thought about it a lot without leaving a trace. Seventy years of national luck, the right time and place are all gone now. So many years of hard work have destroyed the Pope's secret covenant. Entering the hand, he paved a dark line with assassination plots and interests, which directly led to the battle of Dazhou Mountain. The Mahayana Pope was successfully separated from Xuanzong, and Xuanzong's spirit was almost destroyed overnight.

But Banya is dead, Yan Zhen is still alive, Zou Yanlai is still alive, General Zhang is still alive... Even after all these people are dead, Bai Li is still alive.

When the mountain lanterns went up, the Demon Sect began to open. Now that Bai Li was born, and joined forces with the Tantric Sect, the Red Turban Army has been lingering in Dongyue, every step of the way. It turned out that a group of lines that he had been unable to calculate on the astrolabe was connected like this, and it was a seamless mess.

There seems to be a hand in the dark, and it is an understatement that all the struggles and roars of mortals are involved in it, so that no one can calculate it, but it is impossible to escape.

Then an unusually empty and tired feeling suddenly rose from his chest, Shi Wuyuan felt like a persimmon with a rotten heart, and when he touched it lightly, he shriveled down.

He was dumbfounded, thinking about it, and then fell asleep again.

When he woke up again, he felt that his throat was about to smoke. Thinking about it, it was a kettle on the stove. After being burned in a series for so long, it was almost burning. Shi Wuyuan didn't know if he did something. Nightmare, anyway, a cold sweat, but the mind is clearer.

He propped himself up and saw that there was water next to him, and it was still wrapped in leaves. That person probably knew that his craftsmanship was not good. In order to avoid leakage, he wrapped four or five layers of leaves inside and out. , not like a scoop for water, but a bit like a big zongzi.

Shi Wuyuan glanced around, but still couldn't find any trace of the son of a bitch with the surname Bai Mingli. He frowned and scolded a few words in his heart, but he didn't get along with himself, he picked it up and drank it.

I don't know how many days later, people have been adding firewood, and when wake up, there must be fresh water, even wild fruits and barbecued meats with strange shapes, but there is no figure of Baili.

What Baili covered him that day was a large dark red leaf. If it weren't for the faint veins on it, people would really think it was a piece of cloth. There was a small bloodstain in the corner. don't know what animal it was Yes, still... of.

Shi Wuyuan also saved the trouble, tore a piece of cloth to wear and tie it at will, and turned the sack-like thing into a robe like a man's wearing. He reluctantly used the tattered clothes that had been torn apart as a quilt, and put it slightly on him when he fell asleep.

At first, his chest seemed to be blocked, but after a few days, he lost his temper because of this dodgy devil.

The meat skewer placed beside him is obviously not a whole animal's leg, it looks like it has been cut off piece by piece with a sharp tool, and it looks very strange.

Shi Wuyuan bit bitterly and thought: "There is still such a thing in the world, I haven't avoided him yet, he is still hiding from me like a little daughter-in-law who is angry, his mother dares to kill, dare not bury, dare to bury. Don't dare to recognize it, and you have to cry a mouse here, what kind of thing!

Bai Li only came in quietly to put food and water on the fire while he was asleep. The realm of fire was not peaceful, but his body had almost recovered at this time. Those things usually couldn't help him, but Shi Wuyuan The silk-like leaf on his body is called Tujia Ye. It is rumored that it is dyed with the blood of a divine bird. It grows on the cliff and is guarded by the descendants of millions of divine birds. Good at running, with sharp teeth and claws, and in groups, in order to take such a piece, Bai Li almost smashed half of the mountain, and in the end, he was careless, and a piece of meat was taken off by a dying Bu Xu.

However, when he covered Shi Wuyuan's body with Tujiaye, which was stained with his own blood, he felt strangely that the wound didn't hurt, and he even breathed a sigh of relief.

He had wanted to strangle Shi Wuyuan countless times with his own hands, and he even shot an arrow at his heart, but he had never really seen Shi Wuyuan who was dying and covered in scars.

That... It was like when Yan Zhen used a crappy water mirror in his room to tell him to see Shi Wuyuan lying weakly on the bed, and it was even more severe than that time.

Suddenly hated, suddenly dazed, suddenly afraid, suddenly frightened.

From a distance, Shi Wudu seemed to be facing the wall and fell asleep motionless. Bai Li then looked at the roasted meat in his hand, and walked in lightly. Carefully picked off the few pieces of meat that seemed to be mouth-watering, skewered them with a new skewer, placed them on the clean big leaves, and placed them beside Shi Wuyuan, who had his back to him, and then dealt with it by himself. What was left was the charred black minced meat that was completely invisible.

If you encounter raw ones, you can roast them on the fire to remove the bloody smell and then eat them. For those that are overcooked, you can only remove the black ashes on them and eat them by yourself.

Like swallowing medicine, I also feel that my hands are more stupid than my feet.

When the broken bones were cleaned up, Bai Li finally raised his head uncontrollably and glanced at Shi Wuyuan. Then, as if his eyes were glued, he stared at the arched back of the other party in a daze. long time. In the end, Bai Li hesitated for a long time, then walked over slowly, came to Shi Wuyuan like a thief, squatted down and gently gathered his loose hair, and saw the rags on him. Clothes, pupils shrunk, the calm expression broke for a moment, and then hesitantly stretched out his hand and pulled up the unusually indifferent "quilt".

Only then did he see that Shi Wuyuan's eyes were open.

Bai Li's fingertips paused and shrank back as if being burned. Shi Wuyuan turned his back to him and didn't look back, but suddenly sneered and asked, "What? Are you still shouting indecent?"

Bai Liben didn't even have sharp teeth, but his mind was blank at this time, and he didn't know what to say.

Shi Wuyuan suddenly sat up and gave him a big slap. This time, he was really ruthless. Bai Li turned his head away when he beat him. There was a roar in his head, and he couldn't hear anything for a while. His face was burnt by fire, and a bloody smell came from his mouth.

Instinctively killing intent appeared in his heart, his fingernails changed color and popped out by half an inch, but suddenly he came back to his senses, turned his head to look at Shi Wuduan's expressionless face, and was confused for a while, so he could only stare at him blankly. .

Bai Xin was full of mixed flavors. At this moment, it was almost a mess. He didn't know what to think. Woolen cloth?