() Chu Lang left Xingyang City and continued walking eastward. Caidie City is at the easternmost edge of Yunzhou. If Chu Lang keeps walking at the same speed as yesterday, he will be able to reach Caidie City by sundown. Otherwise
I'm going to sleep out in the mountains.
Chu Lang had an optimistic personality and didn't take it to heart. He stopped and walked along the way, admiring the unique white snowy scenery between heaven and earth. Various shapes were naturally formed by the ice and snow, which can be said to be a physical and mental pleasure. But along the way Chu Lang
They are all preoccupied, and I still haven't figured out why I became a little violent and bloodthirsty last night.
On a non-snowing day, the sun is a bit fierce. This weird weather can be regarded as a characteristic of the Eastern Xinjiang area. There are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, and the snow begins to slowly melt. If Chu Lang had not collapsed early this morning, he would have used Qing Kung by now.
We have crossed this mountain forest, but at this moment, the zhenqi in our body is so weak that we can no longer perform Qinggong.
Chu Lang looked at the winding mountain road ahead. The mountain was bare, with only some snow and rocks at the moment. The rocks were so steep and steep that he didn't know how ordinary people would climb over them.
This road must go over this mountain before continuing. There is no other path to go around. This makes Chu Lang doubt whether he can climb up the mountain at this moment. Moreover, some melted snow makes the mountain road even more slippery.
Chu Lang's recovered strength in the morning had been exhausted by walking all morning, and his limbs were a little numb and sore. It really made people doubt whether he knew martial arts. He felt like an ordinary person.
Chu Lang leaned on a small stone by the road and sat down. He swept away the snow and sat on it. He rested his feet that were aching. He was not so tired from walking all day yesterday. Why was he feeling like this after walking for more than an hour?
I'm tired, maybe I'm sick.
I took out a water bag from the package and drank a few sips of water to moisten my throat that was so dry that it was almost smoking. A stream of cold water rushed from my throat straight into my stomach. It felt weird. It would be better if I had a few sips of water at this moment.
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Lin Rongfu taught himself how to drink. When he first came to the Tianming Sword Sect, Lin Rongfu often got drunk and seemed to be preoccupied. Over the years, he never let Chu Lang drink less.
Chu Lang had heard that wine was very good before, and Lin Rongfu often drank alone. On that day, Chu Lang just drank one glass and fell drunk. When he woke up, Lin Rongfu said that he looked like a woman and was not like a man.
For quite some time.
From then on, if Lin Rongfu had wine, Chu Lang would pester him to drink a few sips. As time went by, Chu Lang found that he really fell in love with this thing, and he had a good drinking capacity.
"Wine is a good thing. If I take a few sips now, this mountain will really not be a problem for me, Chu Lang." Chu Lang lifted his feet off the ground and sat on the big stone with his whole body, looking sideways at the front.
Stone Mountain, talking to himself.
"Haha, little brother, what you said is quite insightful. If I drank a few sips of wine, how could this mere mountain have troubled me, Murong Zhen." A middle-aged man's voice came from far behind Chu Lang.
Chu Lang frowned and turned around to see a middle-aged man in white and thick robes. His dark hair was simply tied up with a piece of gray cloth. The shawl naturally flowed down vertically, and his hair swayed lightly in the wind.
The strong nose bridge under a pair of bright eyes and the faint smile hanging at the corner of the mouth make people feel more friendly. The thick and short beard on the lightly smiling mouth makes people feel full of masculinity.
Hanging from his waist was a gourd the size of a bowl, probably for holding wine. He was holding a slender sword three feet long in his hand, with an extraordinary momentum, and a cool breeze blew into his nostrils.
Chu Lang was a little stunned. This man's aura made Chu Lang feel very safe, and his charm made him a little impressed. Chu Lang had never seen a man with such temperament and charm.
Chu Lang took a few more glances and found that he was a little familiar. As the man got closer and closer, he realized that he was familiar.
"It's you? Senior Murong, why are you here?" Chu Lang was surprised.
It turned out that this man was Murong Zhen, the sword god of Eastern Xinjiang. He passed by him on the Qinyin Trail of the Tianming Sword Sect that day and exchanged a few words with him.
Unexpectedly, I would have the chance to meet him here today.
But even if he didn't recognize him as Murong Zhen, the Sword God of East Xinjiang, Chu Lang intuitively felt that Murong was really a very powerful master. Because Chu Lang couldn't feel a trace of Qi in the opponent's body, maybe this person had returned to his original nature.
At a quick glance, Chu Lang realized that this sword was better than the sword in Lin Rongfu's hand, and he couldn't help but look at it with envy.
"These are all external things. Little brother, don't worry too much about envy. After he reaches a certain level, having something is worse than nothing. It's better to be unrestrained."
"The kid has learned what the seniors said." Chu Lang didn't expect that his eyes would be so vicious, and he discovered his inner thoughts.
Murong Zhen showed a row of white and neat teeth, with a faint smile on his lips and said: "Little brother, are you ready to climb over the mountain on foot?"
"Yes, senior, do you want to go over there too?" Chu Lang was stunned for a moment before reacting, and said with a smile.
"What a coincidence, I'm going to walk there, or we can go together." Murong Zhen saw that Chu Lang was not old but had a strong and tall body, and couldn't help but admire it.
"Little brother, are you going to Caidie City too?" Murong Zhen asked loudly as he raised his head and looked at the towering and steep stone mountain in front of him.
"Well, I have inquired. This is the only way to go to Caidie City. Senior, do you want to go to Caidie City too?" Chu Lang looked at the mountain road with firm eyes.
"Don't always call me senior. My name is Murong Zhen. If you don't mind, call me Brother Murong. Because you dare to challenge this mountain on foot like an ordinary person at such a young age, Murong has made you a friend."
Zhen glanced at Chu Lang and smiled.
This is a huge mountain that no one can climb, and even after a few life-threatening accidents, no one can cross it. People nearby take detours to get there, and some people don’t want to go there on foot, and it takes seven or eight hours to get there.
Climb over.
"Boy Chu Lang, I have met Brother Murong. Why does Brother Murong want to climb this mountain on foot? He can easily climb up by using Qinggong." Chu Lang asked in confusion.
"Haha, this is an easy thing for me, but if you do this, it will lose its flavor. Then why don't Brother Chu use Qing Gong to fly over? This is not difficult for you." Murong Zhenda
smiled.
"I thought so too, but unfortunately I have used up 70% of my internal strength. It's good to be able to stand and walk, so don't expect to be able to perform Qinggong." Chu Lang said with a bitter smile, who would want to suffer from dysentery if he has hair?
Murong Zhen smiled and said nothing, admiring the snowy sky scenery around him. Chu Lang looked at him with an intoxicated look on his face, and remained silent but nodded repeatedly.
"Brother Murong, do you like the scenery here very much?" Chu Lang saw him admiring it so fascinatedly, and followed him to observe the surroundings out of curiosity. Unfortunately, Chu Lang also felt that it was no different from other places.
"Of course, I have always loved everything about nature. Sometimes I feel that human beings are actually very small in this world. There are still many things we have not come into contact with that are worth exploring, trying, and getting in touch with, Brother Chu.
You will understand in the future." Murong Zhen said calmly as he looked at the endless mountains and forests in the distance.
"Brother Murong has great martial arts skills, but he indulges in mountains and rivers. This is different from other worldly experts. It's not like me, an ordinary person who thinks about practicing martial arts all day long. Look at these three thousand feet of trouble threads, which are constantly being cut and sorted out. I'm afraid I won't be able to do it in this life.
I feel like Brother Murong." Chu Lang said with regret on his face.
"Brother Chu, in fact, I have been practicing martial arts, and I am also a layman. Don't look at me as if I have such a thing. In fact, I want to discover some laws or rules of martial arts through these things that exist in the world.
Related things, maybe you will gradually understand this after your cultivation level is high." Murong Zhen couldn't help but say a few more words.
These are Murong Zhen’s feelings over the years. Indulging in everything that nature has to offer and feeling it with your heart have greatly helped inspire martial arts. In such a vast world, Murong Zhen’s mind has also become broader.
Chu Lang listened carefully to Murong Zhen's words, savored them slowly, and said leisurely: "Maybe the scenery you see is different from the different angles you stand in."
"Brother Chu is quite insightful. What you said is right, so you don't have to force yourself to be like me. Everyone has their own way of growing up. How about it? Have you rested well? Can you hit the road now? There is a good one ahead of you.
In the tavern, how about I treat you to a drink then?" Murong Zhen seemed to have almost appreciated it and asked Chu Lang.
"Get some rest. Brother Murong, won't you watch?" Chu Lang saw Murong Zhen retracting his gaze and looking at him.
"I've seen everything I need to see, and I'll never see what I can't see even if I stand here all the time." Murong Zhen said with a smile.
"Okay, let's get on the road." Chu Lang jumped off the big rock. After a short rest, Chu Lang recovered some of his strength. Although there were still bursts of soreness in the soles of his feet, Chu Lang could still endure it.
Chu Lang chatted and laughed with Murong Zhen along the way, asking more questions and listening to more. Murong Zhen seemed to have talked nonstop as if he hadn't spoken to him in years.
Murong Zhen was able to answer a few questions that Chu Lang asked, and he was quite knowledgeable. This breadth of knowledge made Chu Lang secretly determined to walk down the mountain more often in the future, otherwise he would miss a lot of interesting things in the world.
Stone Mountain is rugged and steep, and there are many gravel paths to avoid. It would take ordinary people most of the day to climb up here. If you bring some heavy objects, it will take even more time.
After walking for nearly half an hour, Chu Lang didn't have much energy left in his body, and the muscle pain all over his body became more and more intense. He just rested for a while at the foot of the mountain, and now he turned around and looked at the big man who had stopped before.
The direction of the stone is already somewhat difficult to see with the naked eye.
"Brother Chu, are you okay? Do you want to take a rest?" Murong Zhen's face remained unchanged, his heart did not beat, his breath was calm, and he obviously did not feel tired at all.
"Brother Murong, I'm fine, let's keep walking." Chu Lang looked at the sky and saw that it was almost noon. If he didn't continue to speed up, he might really delay today's schedule.
"Well, that's good, let's continue walking up." Murong Zhen walked in front alone, his steps were steady, as if he were walking on flat ground. It seemed that his internal strength was extraordinary.
Chu Lang adjusted his slightly chaotic breathing, slowly controlled his rhythm, packed his bag and continued climbing.
But Chu Lang felt that his steps were getting heavier and heavier, his breathing was getting faster and faster, his face was a little pale, and he was sweating profusely and bending his body to keep up with Murong Zhen.
Murong Zhen had maintained a leisurely pace from the foot of the mountain, but Chu Lang's speed gradually slowed down halfway up the mountain, and now the distance between the two was about ten feet.