The scattered starlight scattered in the forest could not drive away the oppressive silence in the dense forest. In the darkness, a figure staggered around in it, somewhat aimlessly, but his steps were firm.
After several days of life and death struggle, Mo Wentian was now in ragged clothes, disheveled hair, and his face was stained with blood mixed with sweat and dust. He still looked like the poor little beggar he was back then. The only difference was that this beggar
In his hand, he held a broken knife.
It was only then that Mo Wentian had the opportunity to take a closer look at this life-saving broken knife. The broken knife was completely black, and only the handle was intact. The blade was only about five inches long, and it looked very twisted because of the length of the handle.
Even more than the blade, it looks more like a strange dagger.
Such a weird-looking broken knife made Mo Wentian's temperament even more downtrodden.
At this moment, Mo Wentian finally discovered the fact that the experiences that he once relied on for survival seemed so powerless in this strange world, in this strange dense forest, because it was not made of reinforced concrete.
A city, but a deserted jungle.
He was trapped in the knife room for several days in a row without eating a grain of rice, and even lost a lot of blood. Fortunately, the rules of this world enabled the warrior to get rid of the requirement for food in a short period of time, coupled with the weird broken knife.
The internal strength he exerted gave Mo Wentian the strength to continue moving forward.
But even so, Mo Wentian could clearly feel that his own weakness was gradually expanding, and he was almost unable to hold the already heavy handle of the knife.
"We must find something to eat as soon as possible!"
The strong feeling of hunger was no stranger to Mo Wentian. In his previous life as a beggar, Mo Wentian had already adapted to this feeling, but now he still couldn't bear it.
After walking into the dense forest, the dim vision prevented Mo Wentian from finding anything to satisfy his hunger, and he did not even encounter any living creatures that Mo Wentian could hunt.
Of course, with Mo Wentian's current state, even if he is a warrior who is looked up to by ordinary people and has even mastered a basic sword technique, he may be a little out of his depth. If he encounters a stronger beast, I'm afraid Mo Wen
On the contrary, the sky will become the prey of the other party.
Because of the heavy weight of the broken knife, Mo Wentian's physical strength was lost more quickly, causing him to have to stop and go. Now, Mo Wentian is moving forward entirely with strong will, because he wants to survive.
"We have already walked out of the Waste Knife Mountain, how could I just fall here!"
Finally, because of his physical weakness, Mo Wentian was severely tripped by a tree root and fell to the ground. However, he still did not give up. He raised his right arm, which was already somewhat swollen and unbearable. Mo Wentian held a broken knife and cut the tree root with one blow.
Damn, several of them were split into two pieces.
Then Mo Wentian pulled hard with his left hand, and pulled the broken tree root into his hand, and hurriedly peeled off the rough skin wrapped around it. Without any hesitation, Mo Wentian turned his wrist and removed the root that had been gnawed by countless insects and rats.
The eaten tree roots were put into the mouth.
"Creak... creak..."
The sound of chewing tree roots was extremely clear in the silent night forest, even a little penetrating.
Mo Wentian naturally didn't care. The astringent taste of the tree roots spread in his mouth. After eating four tree roots in succession, I don't know if it was a psychological effect. Mo Wentian always felt that he had regained some strength, but his stomach became...
I'm even hungrier, which makes me crazy.
Standing up again, Mo Wentian changed the broken knife to his left hand, took heavy steps again, and continued to set off towards the front where there was no hope.
In the dense forest at night, it is actually extremely difficult to accurately identify the direction, especially when you have been wandering around like a headless fly for a long time. If you want to get out of the forest, the only thing you need to rely on is luck.
.
Mo Wentian didn't know the way out of the dense forest. He only vaguely remembered the route back to the Xiaoyao Sect, and all he needed to do was avoid that road. As for the rest, he could only rely on destiny.
.
However, even life can be restarted, what else is impossible? Mo Wentian is destined to be more than just a quick glance when he came to this world, so just when he was about to fall down again, he saw a glimmer of
bright.
Just like the moment when the darkness is about to pass away and dawn is about to approach, a ray of light finally breaks through the shackles of the night. With a breath of sacredness and compassion, it falls from the sky and scatters into Mo Wentian's heart, driving away all despair and exhaustion. Life
The hope appeared in front of Mo Wentian again.
Looking carefully, Mo Wentian finally discovered that this light came from a simple and elegant lantern, which illuminated a circle of light not far away, and in the center of this circle, a figure squatted under the foot of a tree.
He looks a little sneaky.
Ignoring the suspicion in his heart and his physical weakness, Mo Wentian walked over quickly. He felt pitiful. Just when Mo Wentian thought he would starve to death in the dense forest, he unexpectedly saw a big living person.
Why is Mo Wentian unhappy?
"Hello!"
Mo Wentian shouted, and the black figure seemed to be alarmed. In the dim light, it gently raised its head, looked in the direction of Mo Wentian, and walked in. Only then did Mo Wentian see clearly.
Squatting at the foot of the tree turned out to be a little girl.
The girl was obviously frightened by Mo Wentian. She was looking at Mo Wentian timidly, her eyes widened. When she saw Mo Wentian approaching, she couldn't help but timidly shrank her body towards the foot of the tree behind her.
The little girl is about thirteen or fourteen years old. Her big eyes are like a column of quiet lake water. The soft lake water is sparkling with sparkling light. Her long eyelashes are flickering. She looks extremely cute.
Mo Wentian and the little girl looked at each other like this. Mo Wentian was startled. Then he discovered that the little girl had light freckles on her face and her nose was a bit flat. The whole face was not very delicate, but in Mo Wentian
Wentian's eyes, coupled with the girl's somewhat shy look at this moment, turned out to be very moving.
At this moment, Mo Wentian was moved by this girl who was not actually beautiful.
At this time, Mo Wentian discovered that the little girl was wearing a floral apron around her waist and was holding a fragrant sweet potato in her hand, with a small piece missing from the sweet potato.
Only then did Mo Wentian notice the scraps at the corner of the girl's mouth. It seemed that just now the girl was squatting at the foot of the tree secretly nibbling the sweet potato in her hand. A smile suddenly appeared at the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth.
However, just as the two sides looked at each other, a name suddenly appeared in Mo Wentian's mind. Only then did Mo Wentian know that he and her knew each other.
"Qiuqiu?"
Mo Wentian tried to call out a name. As Mo Wentian shouted, the girl's eyes were stunned for a moment, looking a little confused. After she tilted her head and looked at Mo Wentian carefully for a while, suddenly
, the girl was all happy.
"Senior Brother Mo!"
Qiuqiu jumped up in surprise, finally connecting the dirty face of the young man in front of her with the familiar memory.
Letting the sweet potato in her hand fall to the ground, Qiuqiu took two steps and threw herself into Mo Wentian's arms. Mo Wentian's heart skipped a beat, but before Mo Wentian could react, Qiuqiu left quickly.
In his arms, he looked at Mo Wentian in a panic.
"Senior Brother Mo! You are finally back. I thought... thought..."
Qiuqiu lowered her head, looking a little at a loss. Her voice was still timid. From time to time, she raised her eyes and glanced at Mo Wentian. When she saw Mo Wentian staring at her in surprise, a blush suddenly appeared from Qiuqiu.
It appeared on the cheeks, and then spread to the ears at an extremely fast speed.
"Think something happened to me? Look, I'm not doing well, but it's you, why are you here?"
Somewhat unexpectedly, a strong sense of intimacy arose in Mo Wentian's heart. This feeling belonged to the real Mo Wentian. Perhaps in the original Mo Wentian's heart, the position of the little girl in front of him was just like Xiao Lin's to Mo Yun.
So important.
From his memory, Mo Wentian already knew that this little girl was the little cook in the Xiaoyao sect. She was responsible for everyone's three meals on weekdays. She was also an orphan. Perhaps because of sharing the same fate, she and Mo Wentian
Wentian has always been quite close to him.
Mo Wentian stretched out his hand and gently rubbed Qiuqiu's little head, and a happy smile appeared on the corners of Qiuqiu's mouth, and her eyes curved into two crescent moons.
"Senior Brother Ba and the others said that Senior Brother Mo went to the back mountain. I was worried that if Senior Brother Mo came back at night, he might not be able to find the mountain pass, so I brought some food and came to the mountain pass to wait. Besides, if Senior Brother Mo was very hungry, I
There’s food here too!”
After Qiuqiu finished speaking, a look of satisfaction appeared on her face, because she finally met Mo Wentian today.
"How long have I been gone?"
"Don't you know, Senior Brother Mo? It's been six days!"
"You've been waiting here for six days?"
"Yeah, but I usually leave as soon as it gets dark."
Speaking of this, Qiuqiu seemed a little embarrassed again, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito. However, when Mo Wentian heard it, she was greatly moved. For a moment, she didn't know what to say.
"Senior Brother Mo, are you hungry? I also have a sweet potato here!"
Before Mo Wentian could recover, Qiuqiu took out a steaming sweet potato from her waist and handed it to Mo Wentian's eyes, as if by magic.
Until this time, Mo Wentian finally felt the surging hunger again. Looking up, Mo Wentian saw Qiuqiu's shy smile, and suddenly he was very grateful to God for allowing him to come to this world.
This scene, many years later, still remains deeply in Mo Wentian's heart.
"Then what do you do? All your sweet potatoes fell to the ground."
"I'm not hungry, Senior Brother Mo eats!"
Mo Wentian hesitated for a moment, then shook his head slightly, took the sweet potato from Qiuqiu's hand, broke it into two halves, and then handed one half over.
"Here, let's eat together!"
Qiuqiu lowered her head and looked at the half sweet potato in her hand. She seemed stunned for a moment, then picked it up and took a bite. Then she looked at Mo Wentian and smiled shyly.
This was the first meal Mo Wentian had when he came to the Eastern Wilderness Continent. He and his little cook Qiuqiu shared a sweet potato.
At this moment, Mo Wentian suddenly felt that his heart was filled with happiness and peace, and it seemed that all the negative emotions in the Waste Sword Mountain were thrown away at this moment.
However, just when Mo Wentian was devouring half of the sweet potato in his hand, he suddenly thought of an extremely serious matter.
According to Qiuqiu, this should be the mountain pass from Feidao Mountain to Xiaoyao Sect. In other words, although Mo Wentian tried his best to avoid the route back to the sect at the beginning, he lost his way in the mountains and forests.
, in the end, by some strange coincidence, he actually returned to the Xiaoyao Sect!
The hunger that had not completely disappeared was instantly shrouded in the shadow of a sudden crisis, as if in the dark. Before Mo Wentian had time to savor the reunion with Qiuqiu, a burst of chaotic footsteps suddenly came from a distance.