"Oh, you're awake, so good, thank goodness." Feng Sheng said with a loud laugh.

Feng Qi's eyes widened and his face was full of gratitude. He tried to answer the wind, but only a few snoring sounds came out in his throat. The pain from the wound on his neck hit his heart again, making him grin.

Fengsheng immediately understood what Fengqi meant and reached out to pat his shoulder to show comfort.

Fengqi was seriously injured, but he was born strong and recovered surprisingly quickly, which was beyond the expectations of Fengji. A few hours later, he could slowly stand up with a bamboo cut by Fengji.

The wind led him to the hillside not far away. There, Fengqi saw Feng He's body. He kept sobbing, and big tears rolled down from his eyes.

Under the command of the wind raising gesture, Feng Sheng dug a one-meter-deep soil pit in a bamboo forest. Then Feng Sheng put Feng He's body in, then filled it with soil, and a pointed stone was inserted into the mound.

, it is a tombstone and a mark.

After the stone was inserted, the wind rose and stood there, with a lonely expression and tears in his eyes. He was reluctant to leave for a long time. Perhaps he was unwilling to accept the reality of his companion's death.

After completing these tasks, the two came to the black bear again, squatted on the ground, cut off all the valuable things on the black bear, and put them into the wind-filled cloth bag, which was heavy.

Feng Qi grabbed the bear claws, looked carefully, endured the pain, and put it in his pocket. Maybe he wanted to keep a souvenir.

Finally found a guide, Feng Sheng felt relaxed. Following Feng Qi, he would definitely be able to get out of this canyon and get rid of the current predicament.

The wind tentatively opened his mouth and tried his best to let the air flow through the vocal cords. This action made him feel severely painful, and he could only speak simple words such as "ah, ah, huh" in his throat. Even so, the wind was very satisfied, after all

The mind of the wind is awake.

The sound of the wind helped the wind to rise, walked out of this primeval forest, walked to the turbulent river, followed the pebbly path on the right bank of the river, and walked downstream of the river.

The river water makes a rustling sound, and the stones at the bottom of the river emerge from the water, and are particularly smooth by the river water, like the head of a middle-aged man with a bald head. From time to time, water birds quickly pierce into the river, and when they fly up, they are in their mouths.

There is an extra small fish that is struggling hard.

The sun shines on the shrubs around you, and the water droplets on the emerald green leaves shine with luster.

Standing beside the bush, the wind blew away the leaves, and a few purple berries were exposed below. He picked them off, put them in his mouth, sucking them constantly, with a very enjoyable expression.

Feng Sheng hurriedly squatted down, turned over the leaves of the bush, pulled down the purple berries, and stuffed them into his mouth. Sure enough, the purple berries have thin skin and many juices, sweet and sour, and have a strong antique fragrance.

It's a bit like the lingering aroma of coffee.

In front is a soothing depression with gray-yellow thatch and low weeds growing on it, a bit like the wetlands that the wind sounded liked.

They sat down to rest and felt a little hungry.

The wind was in the sand, and he dug out a deep pit, picked up a few pebbles, put them around, and then walked into the bush forest, looking for some hay and dried branches. He broke the branches and put them into the deep pit.

He put some hay underneath. He took out the porcelain bowl, walked to the river, squatted down, filled the porcelain bowl with water, put some chopped bear meat, and finally put the porcelain bowl on the pebbles.

The flint ignited the hay, and the flames of the hay ignited the dry branches. After a while, the river water in the porcelain bowl began to boil, and the bear meat rolled up and down in Wanli, and the fragrance of the bear meat spread. The corners of the two of them moved.

licked his lips with his tongue.

Feng Qi pointed at his pocket and said "ah" twice. His eyes signaled the wind to open it. Feng Sheng opened his pocket and found a few dark yellow buckwheat cakes. He took it out and handed it to Feng Qi. He left two pieces himself and stuffed them in.

mouth.

At an astonishing speed, the two of them ate the buckwheat cakes, drank all the bear broth, and gradually recovered their strength.

Carrying your backpack and pocket, the sound of the wind lifts the wind, and continue walking along the woods on the river bank.

The wind blew and stopped and stopped from time to time. They walked very slowly, and when the sun set west, they walked about a few kilometers.

Looking up, there are soft grass and rolling hills in front of you. The peaks on both sides outline the outline of the valley, and narrow rivers pass through the valley. The sun shines on the surface of the river, and the river is shining with golden light and shimmering, like a golden color.

The ribbon dances with the wind.

The small riverbed suddenly sank in front, forming a steep cliff. The river water rushed down, hitting the rocks below, making a huge sound, and a waterfall appeared shining brightly. Further down, the river surface suddenly widened and the river water was no longer turbulent.

, as calm as a mirror.

Seeing the tall aquatic plants not far away, the wind roared excitedly, and the bamboo stick in my hand knocked on the ground, pointing my fingers deep into the aquatic plants, as if there was something hidden there.

The wind sounded let go of the wind's arms, walked over quickly, pushed away the tall and thick water plants, and walked into the wetland along the river.
Chapter completed!