Putting away the "Lost Soul Bell", Wang Zhe walked out of the cave.
He took one step and went down the mountain, took the second step up to the top of another mountain, and then reached the lake.
Holding the sword in his hand, thinking about the sword strike that night,
The sword in your hand, your body, energy, and spirit all come together,
Looking at the lake in front of him, it slowly became smaller in his eyes, as if it had turned into an ink painting.
draw sword,
cut!
A ray of sword light flew into the lake. Where the long sword pointed, the lake water was cut open and divided to both sides, revealing the sand, water plants, and swimming fish at the bottom of the lake.
The section keeps extending forward.
One foot, ten feet, thirty feet, fifty feet...
He cut open nearly half of the lake, and then the lake closed with a roar, making the water turbid.
"There is progress! Very good, very good!"
Wang Zhe is very satisfied with his unexpected progress.
He saw hope of cutting open this lake.
In addition, he killed the strange bird named "Luo Xiao" and obtained an inner elixir.
This time Wang Zhe did not plan to take it himself, because with his current cultivation level, even if he took this inner elixir, his cultivation level would be limited, and it would not even be the icing on the cake.
After thinking about it for a while, he decided to give it to Laifu.
He called the local dog to him and took out the inner elixir.
"Laifu, this is the inner elixir of monsters. You should have great benefits if you take it. However, the process is a bit painful. Do you want to take it?"
He spread his palm and stretched it out in front of Laifu. Laifu looked at the inner alchemy, sniffed it, and then opened his mouth to eat it.
After a while, it let out a deep roar and lay on the ground looking very painful.
Wang Zhe was chanting Taoist scriptures softly while using his own true energy to enter its body, helping it absorb the essence of monsters in the inner elixir.
After about an hour, Laifu grinned, his eyeballs began to turn blood red, the fur all over his body stood up, his claws continued to dig at the ground, and he let out a low roar.
After a while, there was a gurgling sound coming from it, and there was also a faint clicking sound.
The pain lasted for most of the day, and then Laifu fell asleep on the ground. Wang Zhe stood by quietly the whole time.
It took two full days for the native dog to wake up. After it woke up, it blinked and stared at Wang Zhe, then jumped up and rushed out, running into the forest.
Wang Zhe followed him out to have a look, and found Laifu running like crazy in the forest, making merry and causing birds and animals to fly away in the forest. It took a long time before he returned to the cave.
After coming back, I drank a lot of water and ate three pots of rice.
He was full of energy, his eyes were shining, his fur was shiny, and his aura was much stronger than before.
"It seems to be working well." Wang Zhe smiled and stroked the dog's head.
"Practice more tomorrow."
Ouch!
In Kuaiji Mansion, a hundred miles away,
The adults led by Dali Temple, Baiqisi, and Qin Tianjian have all evacuated. They are going back to the capital to report. Only a few Baiqisi internal guards are left here to wait for news.
"The case has not been solved, and a felon escaped. I don't know if we will be implicated?"
"I'm afraid that Mr. Li will put the responsibility on a few of us and treat us as scapegoats!"
"What should we do? Can we return to the capital?"
"If you can't go back, you can write a letter or ask someone to go back. It's better than doing nothing."
"Yes, yes, yes!"
They had been waiting here for several days, but had not heard any news from the capital. The more they did, the more they became more and more worried.
The capital, the most prosperous place in Dayong.
In the eastern suburbs of Beijing, there is a beautiful area.
There is a building in the mountain, built against the mountain and integrated with the landscape. Among them is a nine-story high pavilion called "Tianfeng Pavilion".
In the high pavilion, three people gathered together.
"Feng Zhenglong is dead and the Lost Soul Bell is also lost."
"His cold spear is so strong and strong that he can be killed even if he rarely encounters an opponent, and he has the Lost Soul Bell in his hand!
Hiss, that top-level guy is really amazing, does he have some powerful magic weapon in him?"
"I have examined the body, and there are only sword wounds. Even though the person is dead, the sword's intention is still there. The sword's intention is sharp and domineering. I haven't seen a sword like this in a long time!"
"Nanqiu Jianzhai?"
"It's hard to say. The person is dead and the magic weapon is lost. How should we deal with this matter and send people there?"
"Your Majesty is going to Pengze to capture Xuanwu, and the Pavilion Master and the others are going together. I'm afraid no one in this Pavilion can be that person's opponent!"
"Then just wait and let him live for two more days!"
Before I knew it, a month passed and it was the end of the year.
The few internal guards of Baiqisi in Kuaiji Prefecture are still staying here. Without the order from above, they cannot go back and can only spend the Spring Festival here.
These few people seemed to have been forgotten by the people in the capital.
In the mountains, Wang Zhe also spent a special Spring Festival with Laifu and his dog.
There is wine, meat, vegetables, and hot pot,
In previous years in Guobei County, Wang Zhe and Lao Hou spent the holidays together.
Both of them had no families, so they drank together, bragged, and said some auspicious words, and the New Year passed like this.
This time, one person and one dog seemed even more lonely.
Wang Zhe didn't think anything of it. He was used to being alone in the mountains and occasionally thought about Guo Beicheng.
"Laifu, don't just eat meat and drink alcohol." Wang Qian picked up a bowl of wine and drank it all in one gulp.
"More than half a year has passed like this. Will the thousands of years be like this from time to time?
A big dream in the mountains, a few cold autumns in the world."
Wang Zhe suddenly had an idea that his life might be very long.
This year has passed and a new year has begun.
Time passes day by day, and winter is about to turn to spring.
On this day, in the mountains,
Wang Zhe stood in front of the stone table, looking at the inscription he had just written on the table, somewhat entranced.
There was a rumble and there was thunder outside,
spring thunder,
Thunder cries before the Waking of Insects arrives,
After the thunder comes the pattering of spring rain,
Falling from the sky to the earth, awakening all things from their winter sleep.
Wang Zhe stood there quietly, looking at the inscription for a whole day.
"This, this is a word or not, this may be a painting."
Sun, moon, stars, mountains, water..."
Wang Zhe's fingers traced those ancient words one by one.
He always thought that this piece of scripture, the incomplete scripture, was just like the Taoist scriptures and Buddhist scriptures he had read, and he kept comprehending the contents of the scriptures.
It seems like I have realized something, but I also seem like I have not realized anything at all.
Just today, he drew a painting. It was no longer the surrounding landscape, but graffiti. He thought of what it was, and unintentionally thought of the words in the inscription, and then drew the contents.
When he was copying the scriptures, he thought of the painting just now,
This is a painting, a painting outlined in ancient Chinese characters,
He stared at the painting, thinking that the words seemed to be glowing and floating off the paper.