Chapter 27 Three kneels and nine knocks are full of love (2)
According to common sense, there are usually a large number of spiritual beasts living in such woods, but Mu'er has traveled through half of the jungle and has not seen any spiritual beasts, which also makes her a little surprised.
"It seems that this rule of kneeling three times and kowtowing nine times is not set in stone."
Mu'er muttered and continued to move forward. After four hours, Mu'er had walked through thousands of green steps. Her knees had begun to fester. Due to the humidity in the forest, the wounds on her knees and calves were actually stained.
Blue spots.
Mu'er didn't care, and streams of blood kept pouring down the girl's legs, slowly dripping to the ground. Every step Mu'er took, leaving a lot of blood stains behind him.
Waves of stinging pain came through, and Mu'er secretly bit the tip of her tongue. With strong will, she knelt three times and kowtowed nine times to walk out of the ten-mile mountain ridge.
When they reached the end of the mountain, Mu'er's eyes began to become a little blurry and she looked up.
Mu'er froze in place with some shock, and then kept rubbing her eyes. After confirming that she was not hallucinating, Tan couldn't help but open her mouth slightly.
"this……"
In panic, Mu'er no longer knew what to say. The continuous stream flowed forward, but the second mountain range was completely white.
Pieces of snowflakes were floating in the air over the mountains, and the mountains were completely covered with crystal clear ice and snow. Even standing at the end of the first mountain ridge, one could feel the chill coming from ahead.
Looking up, over the second mountain ridge, a group of black clouds floated quietly, spreading ice and snow downwards calmly. Strangely enough, this black cloud did not move away, just covering the second mountain ridge completely.
Mu'er suppressed the shock in her heart, took out the thin shirt from the storage ring, gently put it on Ling Xiao's body, then took a deep breath of cool air, and then slowly exhaled.
The hazy mist floats upward.
Biting her lower lip secretly, Mu'er jumped down the first green step of the second mountain range. Just as he stepped in, the biting wind and snow hit his face.
Shivering, Mu'er leaned down and slowly knelt on the green steps.
A biting chill instantly invaded the whole body and penetrated between the knees, making Mu'er's cheeks turn pale. In a panic, Mu'er used her spiritual power to wrap up Ling Xiao behind her.
Mu'er now only has 30% of her spiritual power left. The only thing she can do is to use her spiritual power as sparingly as possible to protect Ling Xiao from being eroded by the cold winter.
After getting up, Mu'er walked forward slowly. The top of the green steps had been frozen by ice, and it was even covered with a thick layer of ice and snow.
After an unknown amount of time, the surrounding light began to dim, and the gentle wind and snow gradually became colder.
Mu'er knew clearly that as night fell, there was no light at all on the second mountain range, and there was only white snow in front of him. Mu'er could not even see the direction of Qingjie clearly.
She leaned down, stretched out her jade hand stiffly, and gently stroked away the winter snow on the green steps in front of her, and then continued to move forward after discovering the green steps.
This approach made Mu'er's movements become slower and deeper, and the wind and snow became heavier and heavier. The snow on the ground was already a foot deep, completely covering Mu'er's calves.
The biting cold wind was like a sharp blade, constantly tearing apart the girl's remaining will. Mu'er's whole body was covered with frost, and even the wounds on her knees had been frozen.
The blood no longer drips, but condenses into ice.
Her movements became extremely stiff, she had to take three deep breaths with every step she took, and her whole body had lost consciousness. However, Ling Xiao behind her was still lying quietly, with no frost on her body, not even a single snowflake.
Never fell.
At night, it was extremely cold here. When Mu'er walked halfway, the snow in front of her had reached her waist. Every time she moved forward, she had to cut through the frost and snow in front of her.
In the extremely cold environment, Mu'er's consciousness had already experienced some hallucinations. In the hazy moment, she seemed to see an illusory figure. The figure became clearer and clearer, and the snow and wind in front of her eyes continued to dissipate.
The petite figure is dressed in a bright red robe, a phoenix crown on her head, a phoenix hairpin and jade belt, and her eyes are dazzling. She is luxurious but not vulgar. Her fair jade cheeks are slightly decorated with pink and white, and her phoenix eyes are full of softness.
This man was very similar to Mu'er, but he showed nobility and elegance in every move he made.
"Mother……"
Mu'er murmured softly, she saw the other party extending his jade hand to her, with a peach blossom face and a smile in his mouth.
The most familiar figure in his consciousness made Mu'er's eyes well up with tears.
The cold wind hit and the illusion shattered. Mu'er shook her head in a daze and glanced at Ling Xiao behind her. The girl continued to peel away the winter snow and kowtowed deeply.
Ling Xiao didn't know what Mu'er gave up to save him.
He was arrogant by nature and born extraordinary, but for the sake of the young man on his back, he put away his self-esteem and abandoned his unruly temper...
When he walked out of the last green step, the sky ushered in light again, and the gentle sunshine shone down. Mu'er looked at her hands that were already covered with frostbite, and her eyes were full of indifference.
Dragging his stagnant body, Mu'er didn't care what happened to the next mountain. He just moved forward mechanically, kneeling once every three steps, and kowtow every nine steps.
After the wind and snow on his body completely subsided, Mu'er's spirit gradually recovered. The third mountain range was a barren place, and there was nothing else around him except the gurgling stream.
It is not as lush as the first mountain range, the second mountain range is bitterly cold, and the third mountain range is more like a deserted Gobi desert with loess flying all over the sky.
Mu'er was puzzled, but she didn't think too much about it. Her knees thawed, and the wounds began to hurt. Even this time, due to the cold air entering her bones, her knees had swollen to a height of two inches, and blood gushed out again after kneeling down again and again.
Mu'er didn't pay attention, endured the severe pain in her body, and continued to move forward with staggering steps.
What supported her till now was not only her will, but also the physical pain.
Gradually, she seemed to have become accustomed to this kind of pain. The deeper she went, the hotter the breath in the third mountain range became, and Mu'er's forehead was once again filled with beads of sweat.
Sensing something strange, Mu'er reactivated her limited spiritual power and protected Ling Xiao on her back. Mu'er knelt down, but the Qing steps became extremely hot. The pain of burning flesh and blood made Mu'er almost faint.
After three breaths, the girl hurriedly stood up, the sweat all over her body dripping down unconsciously, but when she landed on the ground, she was accompanied by a "sizzling" sound and turned into mist and disappeared.
Blood was flowing like water, and Mu'er's legs no longer had the strength to bend. The intense pain made her tremble all over and grit her teeth.
At this time, Mu'er's mind was facing a huge test with every step she took. Her legs were already in pain and began to spasm continuously. The extremely sharp temperature difference after experiencing moisture and severe cold had almost made her legs useless.
In four hours, Mu'er only walked a hundred steps, but every step she took was extremely difficult.
The blood dripped to the ground and dried up instantly, bursts of white smoke appeared, and the boots were burned by the high temperature at this moment. The wounds on the soles of Mu'er's feet were also exposed, and the soles of the feet that had been stabbed by stones surged again.
Blood came out.
Mu'er gasped for breath. At this time, she was already on the verge of mental collapse. Her cheeks turned pale, and her knees and soles were burnt black.
After a brief stagnation, Mu'er stepped forward tremblingly. Before he even approached the next step of the green steps, the residual heat was already coming.
Mu'er closed her eyes tightly and stepped down hard.
"Uh, ah..."
The shrill screams of pain made people's hearts tremble, and flesh and blood continued to surge on the green steps. Mu'er staggered to support his body and took another step.
At this time, Qing Jie has turned into a red-hot iron plate, and his flesh and blood are being burned naked. This kind of pain is unbearable for ordinary people. Every cell and hair in Mu'er's body is constantly in pain.
Trembling and twisting.
Without stopping for too long, Mu'er slowly moved her body, and finally knelt down slowly on the green steps. The hot pain accompanied by the smell of burnt flesh and blood kept wafting out.
With every step he took, every movement he made, Mu'er endured pain beyond the ordinary.
On the third mountain ridge, Mu'er walked extremely slowly...
Until the heat dissipated, Mu'er still didn't notice at all. The mountain was approaching, and Mu'er's clean starry eyes were completely numb.
Mu'er has climbed three mountains and five ridges. Although she has only climbed half of them, her body is already dilapidated and even more miserable. Her white feet have been replaced by scorched black. The swollen flesh and blood on her knees is no longer dripping.
Blood, but what was exchanged was flesh and blood roasted until blackened.
Stepping forward, the girl was not timid at all. The second mountain peak did not show any abnormal conditions such as severe cold or hot weather. It was so normal that Mu'er was a little surprised.
Then, a fierce wind blew from the mountainside. The sudden wind blade caught Mu'er off guard. Her petite body suddenly leaned back, but her hands firmly protected Ling Xiao behind her.
"There are...two more days..."
In the strong wind, Mu'er whispered, leaning forward and climbing forward with difficulty. She had spent too much time on the first three mountains and she could not stop.
Bracing the oncoming wind, the girl held Ling Xiao behind her steady while moving forward. Compared with the severe cold and heat before, these hurricanes were already easy for Mu'er. It only took three hours to board the mountain.
The top of the mountain.
The strange thing is that the wind is calm at the top, and the wind that occasionally blows is gentle and warm. Looking down with starry eyes, the gurgling stream still has not reached its end.
"The Lingxi in the Lingxi Mountains...is this the stream you're talking about?"
Mu'er thought for a moment, then stopped talking, glanced at the scorching sun hanging high above the mountain, and moved forward again. The journey down the mountain was not difficult. After almost seven days of sleeplessness and training, Mu'er's mental strength was also at this time.
Somewhat tired.
Halfway up the mountain, another strong wind hit. The colorless wind was like a blade, carrying the gravel from the mountain and constantly cutting Mu'er's body.
The strong wind hindered the forward steps, Mu'er's eyes narrowed slightly, and even breathing became extremely difficult. When he knelt down, his knees felt like they were in danger.
Mu'er protected her nose and eyes, and her left hand did not leave Ling Xiao's body at all. The strong wind was raging, and traces of blood were drifting in the mountains with the strong wind. Mu'er was in pain, but still moved forward.
With every step he took, Mu'er's mind and body had to endure unbearable pain.
It wasn't until the mountains below appeared in his eyes that the fierce wind gradually dissipated and became softer. Mu'er smoothed her messy temples, her eyes were cracked, and her whole body felt extremely tingling.
The previous humidity, severe cold, and scorching heat had penetrated into her body silently. The strong wind in the mountains seemed to be the catalyst for all pain, silently returning all the pain accumulated in her body.
Mu'er's thin body was constantly trembling and convulsing. His whole body was sometimes freezing cold, sometimes extremely hot, and even his bones became extremely soft, unable to exert any strength.
"Well……"
Mu'er groaned in pain, and the wounds all over his body burst open at this moment, and the blood stained the green steps. In the past few days, Mu'er could not count how many times he had been injured, and how many times the previous wounds had been torn apart.
All she knew was that all the blood in her body seemed to have drained away...