When Qiao Xianyong followed Ling Fei'er as he jumped down the cliff, he drew out the sword with the scabbard in his right hand and went to pick up Ling Fei'er's pocket. He tried to hook the protruding gravel under the dragon bed stone with his left toe, but he found nothing.
Even if I grab it, nothing is hooked.
Soon enough, before everyone on the rock could react, Wei Hong flew down like a huge gray eagle with open wings. His night vision was extremely good, and he grabbed Ling Fei'er's hand.
The hem of her clothes threw her up onto the dragon bed stone. But with this force, her body fell downwards faster, and she would soon fall to the same position as Qiao Xianyong.
Wei Hong shouted, "Xian Yong, I will use my palm power to help you go up first!"
Qiao Xianyong couldn't see Wei Hong's face in the darkness. But he also shouted, "Master, my disciple is unfilial!" Then he used all his inner strength to strike upward in the direction of Wei Hong.
Under the cliff of Wushan, there is endless darkness.
In the darkness, Qiao Xianyong saw the faces of his father, mother and mother-in-law floating in front of his eyes. He shouted with all his strength, "Father! Mother! The child is coming to find you!"
It was also the first time that he knew that tears still flowed out while a person was falling top-heavy. The crystal liquid melted drop by drop into the darkness of the mountain. He closed his eyes.
Qiao Xianyong floated up.
In the process of falling, his body gradually turned sideways, floating like it was lying on a soft cushion. The extremely fast falling speed disappeared, and was replaced by a swaying like feather falling.
swinging.
Qiao Xianyong thought that this might be the feeling of death, like his soul leaving his body, and then he fell asleep due to extreme fatigue.
The Xiansong sword he wore close to his body was emitting heat, like a stove, warming Qiao Xianyong at night.
The summer sun rises very early in the east, and it is no exception in this deep mountain. The early morning sunshine is like diamonds, dotted in the dense forest.
Qiao Xianyong woke up.
He rubbed his eyes and found himself lying on a green sage grassland. The flowers on the ground were like the most beautiful silk he had ever seen, shining with colorful glimmers in the sun. Qiao Xianyong heard not far away
There seemed to be the sound of gurgling water. He followed the sound suspiciously and saw the crystal clear sapphire blue water spreading out from the edge of the meadow.
Is this the legendary underworld? Qiao Xianyong clearly remembers that he fell from the cliff of Wushan last night.
The underworld is so beautiful. I wonder where my father and mother are.
Qiao Xianyong held up the lake water, drank a few sips, and then washed his face. He saw that the lake water reflected his appearance very clearly. A boy with an oval face, slightly high cheekbones, and two small stars under his eyes.
I have a black mole and a slight dimple on my cheek when I smile.
Then he heard his stomach growling, as if he was hungry.
Qiao Xianyong was so surprised that he said to himself, "Will you still be hungry after death? I haven't seen this mentioned in any books." He tried to squeeze his arm again, "It really hurts."
It turns out that there is no difference between being dead and alive. It’s just that there are too few people in the underworld and it’s a bit lonely.
Qiao Xianyong walked casually along the lake and saw a plant not far away, which seemed to bear some fruits. He walked over and was surprised to find that it was a vine that twisted left and right like a maze.
There are no leaves on it, but there are many apricot-sized fruits. The strange thing is that each fruit has two colors, some are half white and half yellow, some are half red and half green, and some are half orange and half purple. They are really beautiful.
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Qiao Xianyong remembered that Master said that poisonous fruits are often very bright in color and particularly eye-catching, just like beautiful women. Although he didn't quite understand the meaning of Master's analogy, he understood the first half of the sentence.
This fruit looks very bright and delicious.
He was already dead anyway. Qiao Xianyong thought indifferently that it would be better to be poisoned to death than to starve to death or be poisoned again.
He became naughty and imitated the "Flower Seven-Star Palm" used by his master last night. The whistling wind of his palm hit the shrub. The plant swayed slightly, but the fruit was indifferent. Qiao Xianyong was a little angry. This plant in the underworld is indeed extraordinary.
, if it were an ordinary fruit tree, it would be broken if it received this kind of palm force.
He reluctantly pulled out dozens of fruits, picked one that was half purple and half green and took a big bite.
It tasted like cantaloupe with grapes. In short, the juice was juicy, sweet and delicious. Qiao Xianyong feasted and ate a total of forty fruits. Then he burped loudly.
What should we do next? Or try to find his father and mother. Qiao Xianyong suddenly had an idea. But where to look? The grassland is very big, but you can still see that it is surrounded by mountains.
Qiao Xianyong decided to walk along the lake so that he could drink some water if he got thirsty.
I don’t know how long I walked along the lake. Although the scenery was extremely beautiful, there were occasionally some small animals scurrying around very fast. But Qiao Xianyong also felt very bored. He missed his master very much, and his endless martial arts skills.
; He misses his senior sister, who fought with him like a boy; he misses the old chef at Broken Moon Cliff, who wields the iron spoon for cooking every day like a sword; he even misses Ling Fei'er whom he just met a little bit
, I wonder if this girl was finally rescued.
It’s just that I don’t miss my parents that much, because maybe I can see them again. Qiao Xianyong firmly believes that.
After thinking about the few people he knew, Qiao Xianyong fell into a state of boredom again. He thought that if he had nothing to do, it would be better to practice resting and internal strength every day like he was practicing on the cliff, and then contact the master again.
Swordsmanship and other martial arts taught.
It's a pity that I can no longer listen to the master's instructions on the secrets of the sword soul. I can't even know how to avenge my parents.
However, Qiao Xianyong has always been a very indifferent person. Although he is a child, he is very open-minded about the things that many people in the world are particularly entangled with. He no longer dwells on regrets that he cannot solve.
Qiao Xianyong adjusted his breathing and walked along the lake while silently reciting the internal energy formula "Supreme Heart Sutra" taught by his master.
After walking for about an hour or more, Qiao Xianyong saw that the lake water channel gradually narrowed and gradually converged into what looked like a creek. There were low shrubs on both sides of the creek, and next to the shrubs were mountains. In this mountain stream
The color of the stream is obviously darker, not because of the water, but because of the light. The shadows of the mountains on both sides are cast into the stream, making the stream look black, but it is still crystal clear when you look closer.
Qiao Xianyong walked deeper along the mountain stream. There were two forked roads ahead. The gurgling stream flowed in along the left forked road. He hesitated for a moment, and still walked forward along the left side. After walking about seven or eight hundred meters, he
Saw a cave.
The entrance of this cave is not small, as high as two people, and there are many broken stones of different sizes at the entrance. It is difficult to tell whether it was dug manually or formed naturally, but even if it was dug manually, it has been abandoned for a long time.
Qiao Xianyong hesitated for a moment and walked in.