Chapter 26 Three kneels and nine knocks are full of love (1)
Feeling the cold wind and heavy raindrops, Mu'er's face was full of resentment. Ling Xiao was extremely weak now. If he got caught in the rain, he might get sick again, which would naturally affect his injuries.
Mu'er struggled through the rain, and the sky seemed to show no mercy. The violent hurricane carried the heavy rain and poured down, continuously, and constantly slapped on Mu'er's thin and delicate body.
The wound on her leg suddenly burst open at this time, and the skin and flesh kept turning outwards, going against the wind, constantly hindering her progress.
Two hours later, Mu'er reached the top. Looking at the black clouds that could be touched and the lush vegetation at the foot of the mountain, she chose to go down the mountain without stopping at all.
The path down the mountain was much easier than the one up the mountain, but when Mu'er reached a mountain path, she pouted impatiently.
The continuous mountain road lasted for three miles and was completely covered in mud. It was unclear how deep it was, and Mu'er's spiritual power was also exhausted at this time.
Glancing at Ling Xiao behind him, Mu'er took out the elixir and threw it skillfully into his mouth. He took off his boots and hung them on the bamboo raft. Wearing shoes in the mud would affect his actions.
limit.
After recovering a little spiritual power, Mu'er also used it to mobilize the energy of the Fire of Fate and the Divine Veins of Heavenly Crystal to stabilize Ling Xiao's injuries.
"call……"
Taking a deep breath, Mu'er didn't care about her image at this time, tied her skirt high, and jumped directly into the mud without caring about her right leg that was still bleeding.
cold!
This was Mu'er's first feeling, the biting cold, the rain on the mountains was not warm, not as gentle as imagined.
The wound on his right calf was eroded by mud and water. The severe pain made Mu'er frown fiercely, and the bone-piercing pain penetrated his heart.
Clenching his teeth, Mu'er stepped into the muddy bottom. The rainwater accumulated a foot and a half deep, directly covering Mu'er's thighs. Carrying Ling Xiao and the bamboo raft on his back, the huge gravity made the stones under his feet feel like stones.
Like a thin needle, it penetrated directly into the sole of Mu'er's foot.
"hiss……"
In the rain, Mu'er took a breath of cold air and leaned slightly, but subconsciously supported Ling Xiao on his back. She bit her lower lip tightly. Mu'er continued to move forward, but every step ahead was filled with thousands of arrows.
Heartache.
Soon, Mu'er's soles were pricked by tiny stones, and the bright red blood dyed the mud red.
Tears filled Mu'er's eyes without stopping at all. She continued to move forward, but the further she went, the deeper the muddy water became and the smoother the mud in the middle became.
Mu'er could only steady her steps and gradually slow down, but this also caused great torture to her spirit.
Along the way, Mu'er's legs became weak and her body was shaky. She didn't stop because of her strong willpower, she just bit her dry thin lips and continued to move forward.
Mu'er didn't know that at this moment, Ling Xiao's sluggish spirit awakened into a hazy consciousness. In a blur, Ling Xiao felt the familiar aroma of wine, mixed with the smell of blood and earth.
In his consciousness, the bloody road that was constantly surging in front of him was firmly imprinted in the depths of Ling Xiao's soul.
Mu'er's staggering back and delicate moans of pain filled her ears and blurred vision.
The young man opened his mouth, but no sound came out. A line of clear tears quietly slipped from the corner of Ling Xiao's eyes and fell on Mu'er's shoulder.
When he was seriously injured, he fell into coma again.
In an hour, she finally finished the three-mile journey. Two-thirds of the way, Mu'er had bitten her lower lip, and traces of blood flowed down the corners of her pale mouth.
"Well……"
Mu'er let out weak gasps from time to time, and her whole body continued to squeeze out the last bit of strength as she kept pacing.
It was as if the sky had been moved by the girl's persistence, and the violent storm stopped at this moment, and a continuous light rain began to fall.
The cold and biting mud has made Mu'er's legs feel numb, as if the blood has dried up. The mud in front no longer has a rich blood color, only Mu'er's thin figure.
It wasn't until his soul escaped from exhaustion that Mu'er finally waded through three miles of mud. The girl put the boy on her back aside, put the bamboo raft on top of him, and then collapsed directly on the ground.
Stretching out the soles of his feet and looking at the tiny gravels that were deep inside, Mu'er took them out of the soles of his feet one by one.
Mu'er endured the pain and glanced at Ling Xiao beside her with resentment, but said nothing.
After a simple package, Mu'er cleaned up the mud on his body, put on his boots again, picked up the boy and the bamboo raft on his back and continued moving forward.
As night fell, the air was filled with bursts of coldness. The still-clothed Mu'er hurriedly used her spiritual energy to keep out the cold. When she reached a forest, Mu'er stopped.
The strong aura of spiritual power hit her face, causing her tired spirit to tremble suddenly.
"It seems that the Lingxi Mountains that the old man mentioned is right ahead..."
After muttering to himself, Mu'er looked at Ling Xiao on his back, held the hemp rope in his palm, and continued walking in the night.
Until day and night turn, a touch of fish-belly white appears in the sky, and the sound of gurgling streams reaches my ears.
Mu'er raised her head numbly, and a clean and clear stream emerged in front of her eyes. What came into view was a giant peak that could reach the sky.
In the center of the mountain peaks, clouds and mist are lingering, blocking some of the sight. But higher up, from the mountains down, a clear spring is flowing slowly, like the water of the Milky Way flowing down from the nine heavens.
"The scenery here is pretty good..."
Climbing several mountain peaks, Mu'er had seen too many mountains and ridges in the past few days, but he was still shocked by the scene in front of him. The aura of spiritual power in the mountains was even more intense.
"Little beggar, we are here..."
With a soft murmur, he stepped onto the green-brown stone steps. It was not winding and bumpy, and the mountain road here was actually much easier to walk than before.
After an hour of clinging, Mu'er still couldn't see the end. He looked back a little dazedly, and saw that the place below was already filled with thick fog, like a fairyland.
He casually wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued to move forward. The wound on the sole of Mu'er's foot had begun to crack at this time, and even the scar on his right calf began to hurt. Mu'er did not have much time left.
The effect of the medicine on his recovery has been minimal, and the muddy boots under his feet have begun to stain with blood.
The straight green steps mountain road also left a blood mark. Half an hour later, Mu'er finally climbed to the top along the stream flowing down.
There is an empty space on the top of the peak, with only a hexagonal pavilion. Looking into the distance, the Lingxi Mountains stretch for hundreds of miles, and there are two peaks behind this peak. Among them, five mountain ridges lie among them, and there is a hint of lush greenery in the mist.
, you can have a panoramic view of the two mountains and five ridges, which is very magnificent.
What surprised Mu'er was that that inconspicuous stream actually spanned the entire mountain range.
"Tsk, it's quite pleasant to live here."
Mu'er bit her thin lips and turned her gaze to the pavilion beside her. The pavilion was more than three feet high, with an ancient style, simplicity and elegance.
On the plaque of the pavilion, the words "Hundred Zen Evil Doctors" were written in gold ink. On both sides of the plaque, a short sentence also caught Mu'er's eyes.
Heal the sick and disabled but not the wounded; think about money and power but not love.
"Tch, it's really strange."
Mu'er looked sideways, but she didn't dislike it. At least, the owner of this mountain range was quite candid.
The pavilion is made of heavy wood. It feels cool when you enter it, and you can still vaguely smell the fragrance of wood.
Mu'er raised her eyes and saw small words printed on the top of the pavilion.
"When you come for the first time, you go to one pavilion or one to seek medical treatment for your injuries from two mountains and five ridges. You need to kneel three times and kowtow nine times, with a sincere heart and a strong mind."
"What a weird rule is this!"
Mu'er glared, and for a moment she was a little angry, but then she looked at Ling Xiao behind her and swallowed the bad breath.
Six days have passed since the soul power of the evil dead son entered Ling Xiao's body. There is really not much time left for him and himself...
"well……"
Sighing helplessly, after a brief struggle, Mu'er walked up to the green steps. At a glance, he saw endless green steps following the continuous stream and winding between the peaks and ridges.
Mu'er carried Ling Xiao and stepped onto the first green step. After walking three steps, she bent her knees without any hesitation and knelt on it.
Nine steps later, although he knelt down as well, Mu'er's head slowly lowered forward.
Kowtow, kowtow in a very humble way.
Without any hesitation or resistance, Mu'er stood up with indifferent eyes, but with a hint of determination in her eyes. She wanted to save Ling Xiao, and she had to save him no matter what.
Mu'er's figure looked extremely small among the mountains, and she walked extremely slowly on the way down the mountain.
Along the way, Mu'er followed the ritual of kneeling three times and knocking nine times without any luck, and she kept every step forward firmly in mind.
After a while, Mu'er had climbed halfway, and the first mountain ridge was in front of him. Mu'er's white shirt was now in tatters, and his knees were already red and swollen.
"The first mountain range..."
With a soft murmur, Mu'er stood up again and looked sideways. The mountains were lush and green, not affected by the outside climate at all. What's more, the vegetation here was extremely tall.
The rich woody fragrance mixed with the fresh smell of grass slowly floated in, which temporarily relieved Mu'er's tired mind.
Mu'er did not stop and continued to move forward. Because of the tall trees, there was little sunlight in the first mountain range. The occasional beam of light passed through the dense branches and leaves, casting little spots of light. The green steps were even covered with moss and moss, making it look like a dark place.
It was extremely slippery.
Even though Mu'er was extremely careful, her legs felt sore when she was about to kneel down deep in the woods, and then she fell weakly. The girl did not immediately check her red and sore knees.
The thin figure crouched forward in embarrassment. His white jade hands were already covered with blood scabs, but he didn't care at all at this moment. He dug into the moist soil and knelt down towards the young man who fell on the other side.
"Huh, okay, it's okay..."
Mu'er used her remaining strength to lift Ling Xiao up. She noticed that the soil here was extremely moist. Mu'er hurriedly carried Ling Xiao on her back, her legs were shaking unconsciously, but now she could no longer stand upright.
But she still stubbornly walked to the place where she just fell, knelt down with her legs again, and knocked heavily on the green steps.
Mu'er could no longer control the strength with which she knelt.
Feeling numbness in her knees, Mu'er staggered to her feet, stabilized her body and continued to move forward. The only thing accompanying her in the woods was the gurgling stream and the occasional call of a bird.