The cold wind howled, rushing down from the top of the majestic Evil Mandrill Snow Mountain, passing through the surrounding white valleys, passing through the jagged icebergs and snow hills on the snowfield, splashing up clouds of silver needles and jade chips.
Gordon couldn't help but shuddered, wrapped himself up in the furry white bear skin, and shrank into the ice cave where he was hiding. The crystal cave wall shone with blue light in his field of vision, and several sharp ice edges were blown off by the wind, making the sound of "
"Ding-dong" sound.
Gordon had been lurking in this snowy field for thirty-nine days. The dry food he carried was almost exhausted. The remaining slices of bread were frozen harder than wood, so he could only break them into pieces and put them in his mouth little by little to melt.
His thin body will also face the limit. His limbs are numb from the cold, and his fingers with purple frostbite are as swollen as carrots. Only his breathing is still stable, three inhales and one exhale, three fast and one slow, and his abdomen replaces the chest with a unique rhythm.
Breathe, the breath vibrates in the body like ripples, generating small airflows to massage the internal organs.
This is the "breathing technique" that he has practiced hard for four years.
"The Art of Breathing" is not a martial skill, nor is it a psychic skill that is regarded as the standard in the cultivation world. It is just a mysterious breathing method. When Gordon was ten years old, he accidentally broke an antique clay pot, and miraculously appeared in his mind.
With this set of breathing skills, the broken pottery fragments on the ground disappeared without a trace.
It was this set of breath-taking techniques that allowed the boy, who had been paralyzed since childhood, to climb out of his wheelchair a year ago. Gordon clearly remembers that the first thing he did at that time was to light a fire and throw the wheelchair into the blazing flames.
It would be nice if I could light a fire now. But that would be courting death. The fire would attract all kinds of beasts in the snowfield. Gordon applied the last bit of alchemical ointment to the chapped skin, and then moved his hands and feet, sometimes curling up, sometimes
Straighten and sometimes arch?????? This is a juggling technique he found from his family's collection of books. It can relax the muscles and activate blood circulation and improve the coordination of various parts of the body. It is an unheralded secret of an ancient acrobatic school.
With every move he made, Gordon's frostbitten flesh was pulled and rubbed against the bear's skin, which was as painful as a knife. However, the physical pain gave him a kind of morbid persistence.
His frozen limbs gradually regained their flexibility, and he climbed to the entrance of the ice cave, lifted the white bear's head covering his head, and looked out.
At night, the Evil Mandrill Snow Mountain looks like a ferocious beast, overlooking the vast snowfield.
Gordon stared intently at the snow-capped mountains. Reflected by the reflection of the ice and snow, his sea-blue eyes were exceptionally clear and soft, with only a hint of unruly gray revealed in the depths of his pupils, as if a hazy storm was brewing under the sea.
Every day, he spends a lot of time observing the Evil Mandrill Snow Mountain. Although it is simple and boring, it never stops.
Suddenly, a strange cry rang out from the Evil Mandrill Snow Mountain.
It didn't sound like a real voice, it was full of strange temptation. The volume was light and thin, but it could penetrate the wind and snow.
It’s coming! Gordon’s heart skipped a beat, it’s that thing! It’s finally here!
As quickly as possible, he tightened his earmuffs and checked the tools he carried: the skis tied to his abdomen, the dagger, short knife, spikes attached to his elbows, the hundred-meter steel wire cable wrapped around his wrists, and several smoke tubes.
Then he covered the white bear's head, and the complete bear skin wrapped his body from head to toe. Gordon crawled out of the ice cave on all fours, like a real little white bear.
The strange screams continued, like ghosts floating around. Gordon saw mammoths, ice bears, and ferrets appearing one after another on the empty snow???? They emerged from the caves where they were hiding, their eyes dull.
, the movements are slow, like zombies controlled by shouts, converging towards the Evil Mandrill Snow Mountain.
Several snow leopards crawled past Gordon, turning a blind eye to him. Gordon mixed in with the herd and climbed up the snow-capped mountains with them.
The mountain was steep and slippery, and the strong wind caused Gao Deng to sway as if he were carrying a heavy load. He struggled to climb over the snow hills and climbed several slopes in succession. Several times, the ice rock he was clinging to broke and he almost slipped down.
At this time, a yak happened to walk up to him. Gordon jumped up hard and climbed onto the back of the yak. The yak seemed to be sleepwalking and showed no reaction.
The closer to the top of the mountain, the stronger the temptation of the call becomes. Even if Gordon closes his ears, the small sound will still come in, making him confused for a while.
Gordon bit the tip of his tongue urgently, and the severe pain woke him up. He raised his head and vaguely saw a huge figure standing on the top of the mountain. His eyes were like copper bells, shining with green light. A thick silver horn on the top of his head kept shaking, emitting a seductive sound.
's cry.
It was the target of his mission this time—snow mandrill!
The snow mandrill faced the herd and jumped down like a projectile.
Gordon slipped off the yak's back, lowered his body, and watched the snow mandrill whip up a cloud of fishy wind from far to near.
He has never learned martial arts. In a head-to-head confrontation, even ten Gordons are no match for Snow Mandrill. If you want to kill Snow Mandrill, you can only use external forces and outwit them. As the "soft faction" theory among assassins states, as long as
He is extremely perfect in collecting information, preparing tools, observing the terrain, and formulating plans. Even ordinary people have the opportunity to kill powerful warriors.
The surrounding beasts all stopped and prostrated on the ground, like a group of obedient slaves.
The snow mandrill jumped up to a mammoth, reached out to grab it, dug open the mammoth's skull, and sucked the red and white brain inside. The other beasts were still lying on the ground, not daring to move.
The snow mandrill sucked the brains of dozens of beasts in a row, and it was still not satisfied, so it grabbed a fat yak with its sharp claws.
Gordon was lying next to the yak's hind legs.
The moment the Snow Mandrill lowered his head and sucked the yak's brains, Gordon rushed out of the bearskin, jumped up and drew his dagger. The bright blade flashed with a blue light. It was a secret alchemical medicine that could damage the Snow Mandrill's nerves and destroy the body's balance.
Because snow mandrills are highly resistant to toxicity, ordinary poisons have little effect.
"Poof"! The dagger was inserted into Snow Mandrill's right ear hole, and a stream of blood oozed out. Snow Mandrill roared in pain, swiped his palm, and fell into the air. Gordon had already let go of the dagger and rolled sideways to the ground.
The Breathing Technique did not improve his strength, but it made him agile, flexible, and surprisingly quick in reaction.
Snow Mandrill rushed in front of Gordon angrily, and just as it was about to swing its claws, a cloud of smoke exploded in front of its eyes. The spicy poisonous smoke pierced its eyes, causing it to shed tears of blood and even the horn on its head stopped shaking.
The strange cry disappeared, and the remaining beasts fled one after another as if they were waking up from a dream. Gordon took the opportunity to jump on the back of an ice rhinoceros and rushed down the mountain.
The snow mandrill grabbed a ball of snow, wiped its eyes randomly, and chased Gordon fiercely. It jumped like flying, and after more than a dozen ups and downs, the distance between the two parties was narrowed.
"Bang!" Snow Mandrill stepped on a raised ice rock, used the force to bounce up, and swooped down. His straight long arms almost reached the ice rhino's thick buttocks. Gordon threw out his wrist thorn, hitting Snow Mandrill directly.
The snow mandrill did not even dodge, letting the sharp metal thorns hit its thick neck and bounce away with a "ding".
Gordon rolled off the rhino's back without hesitation. The next moment, the ice rhinoceros was hit by the snow rhinoceros so that its back was broken and it lay wailing on the ground.
Gordon quickly ran towards a smooth slope and threw two smoke tubes backwards without looking back.
Colorful smoke filled the air, obscuring Gordon's back. Snow Mandrill hesitated for a moment, then bypassed the smoke, and Gordon was already leaning on his skis, sliding down the snow slope like lightning.
Snow Mandrill was chasing after it, and its big white-haired feet made the snow collapse. Gordon knew that the alchemy secret on the dagger was beginning to take effect, and Snow Mandrill's movements were unbalanced, and he could no longer control the power under his feet.
Despite this, the snow mandrill was still approaching, grabbing chunks of ice and snow as big as millstones from time to time and throwing them at Gordon. The snow chunks exploded next to Gordon, and the splashing ice scratched his forehead, causing blood to pour out.
Gordon turned left and right, constantly adjusting the direction of his skis, and rushed towards the northwest corner.
That was the place for the decisive battle that he had already chosen: surrounded by peaks on three sides, forming a deep valley, with a cliff at the end of the slope. The cliff jutted out from the air, and an abyss of hundreds of feet below. Opposite the cliff was a precipitous iceberg dozens of meters apart.
Gordon suddenly shouted loudly and with all his strength, the loud voice echoed all the way through the snow valley, making the surrounding snowdrifts tremble.
The snow mandrill was getting closer and closer, Gao Deng kept shouting, and the snow on the mountain shook in an indiscernible way.
In a moment, Gordon slid close to the cliff. "Whoosh!" He shot out the steel cable, and the sharp drill bit penetrated the iceberg on the opposite side.
"Crack!" A crack seeped out of the snow peaks. Huge blocks of snow slid from the peaks on both sides, collapsed suddenly, and formed into roaring dragons, rushing down after Gordon and Snow Mandrill.
There's an avalanche!
White smoke rose into the sky, and the ice and snow were like huge waves, sweeping all the way at an astonishing speed, threatening to engulf Snow Mandrill and Gordon together.
Gordon rushed to the edge of the cliff, pulled the steel cable, and jumped out.
The snow mandrill rushed forward wildly, its huge body flying several meters in the air, and with a swing of its long arm, it brushed against Gordon's abdomen and swept his leaping figure down.
"Crack!" Several of Gordon's ribs were broken, and he fell to the edge of the cliff with a splash of blood. He put his left palm on the ground, gritted his teeth and jumped up. Snow Mandrill stretched out his arm and grabbed Gordon again, and the tips of his claws tightly grabbed Gordon's shoulder.
From behind them, the snow waves rolled and roared, pressing down like an overwhelming mountain.
The red and swollen eyes of the snow mandrill shot out with despair and resentment. It would die, but it would drag him to death with it!
An indescribable feeling burst out of Gordon's heart.
excited!
Only when life and death hang on a thread can he feel the strongest flame of life.
He enjoys being so close to danger and surviving in death!
He drew his sword, slashed quickly, cut off half of the shoulder meat that was caught, and rushed out of the cliff.
With a loud bang, the snow mandrill was wrapped in surging white layers and rolled down into the abyss under the cliff. Gordon gripped the wire cable tightly and swung forward high. The cracked snow slid past behind him and piled up into a mountain in an instant, drowning the snow.
elf.
The steel wire cable swung through a rapid arc in mid-air and leaned against the iceberg. Under the fierce momentum, Gordon's mouth and nose bled, and he fell for more than ten meters before being blocked by a pile of ice hills.
"Almost dead." He was lying on his back, the bowl-sized wound on his shoulder was bleeding profusely, and the bones were visible. Using his cry to trigger an avalanche to hunt the mandrills was tantamount to risking his life. If anything went wrong, even he would be killed.
Buried in an avalanche.
"But I like it." He gasped and laughed, blinking his blue-gray eyes, and the endless starry sky was reflected in them.
Three days later, Gordon dug up Snow Mandrill's body.
He used a serrated knife to cut open the thick frozen skin of the snow mandrill bit by bit and cut out the heart.
Snow Mandrill's heart is like a ruby, the surface of which has long been frozen. After opening a small hole, you can see the plasma flowing inside, shining with dots of silver spots. This is the most precious heart blood of Snow Mandrill, which not only nourishes Qi
blood, and can also improve cold resistance.
Gordon drank the plasma, and a burning stream of heat rushed into his stomach, and then secreted a trace of essence, which flowed to the Demon Life Tree in his heart.
The Devil's Life Tree is rooted in the heart and is innate to everyone. Ordinary people's Devil's Life Tree is brown, has no branches and roots, and has only a bare trunk. But Gordon is an exception. His Devil's Life Tree grows a thin
The roots tremble slightly with the rhythm of the breathing technique, as if breathing. Because of long-term use of a large number of tonics, these roots are colorful and densely hairy.
With a flash of light, the roots absorbed the essence of the plasma and slowly grew three strands of ice-blue fuzz. The fuzz was shaped like snowflakes and crystal clear, which meant that Gordon's cold resistance in the naked state had been improved by three degrees.
Gordon cut off the snow mandrill's horn, put it in his backpack, and left the snowfield.