Four hundred and seventieth chapters difficult to climb
A painful muffled sound sounded the first alarm bell for the old beggar. But after the muffled groan, the owner of the village was still stubbornly climbing the mountain, but compared with before, his pace was much slower.
It also seemed a little staggering, as if every step was extremely difficult.
"Is it really that difficult?" A sneer appeared on the old beggar's face, "Or is that cunning guy just trying to trick me into going down the mountain?"
As the saying goes, you won’t look back until you hit the south wall, and you won’t give up until you see the Yellow River. Among the strong people who can set foot in the realm of Nirvana within a hundred years, who is not a ruthless and determined person who is used to wind and rain? How can he let out a groan because of the person walking in front?
And retreat?
What's more, other people's pain and other people's suffering are, after all, just other people's pain. People who have not really tasted pain often underestimate pain and ignore pain. Moreover, people who have not experienced suffering always feel that,
I can bear pain better than others, so even if I really face suffering, I can perform better than others.
The owner of the village who had already experienced some pain did not give up climbing, so the old beggar who had not experienced those pains naturally could not give up climbing either. So the two continued to climb.
Perhaps it was because the mountain road ahead was more difficult, so the owner of Youzhuang climbed the mountain much slower. The mountain road that the old beggar was taking at this time was still relatively easy, so relatively speaking, his speed was faster than that of Youzhuang.
The main speed was much faster, and the distance between the two of them was shortened from the original 100 meters to about 40 meters.
Finally, the old beggar also walked up to the sparse green bamboos. The green bamboos seemed to be just ordinary green bamboos. He didn't feel the slightest danger, and he couldn't feel the difference between a mountain road with bamboos and a mountain road without bamboos.
"That fellow You Yexian is really trying to scare me. Where is the danger? Where is the terrifying existence that is worth stopping for?" With this thought in his mind, the old beggar did not stop. But right there
The moment he was about to walk, a very inconspicuous green bamboo leaf fell down without any warning.
A piece of light and harmless bamboo leaf is naturally not enough to be taken seriously by others. Not to mention a strong person in the spiritual world, even the most ordinary passerby traveling in the mountains will not care about a small piece of green bamboo leaf. But there.
The moment a bamboo leaf fell lightly on the old beggar's shoulder, the old beggar's expression suddenly stiffened, because at that moment, he clearly felt the sharpness on the bamboo leaf, which was like a sharp-edged sword.
sword.
The bamboo leaves were floating randomly, as if they had no intention of hurting anyone, but as they lightly passed over the old beggar's shoulders, they easily tore apart the protective spiritual power around the old beggar's body, split his old and greasy gown, and cut him open.
The flesh of the shoulder.
The bright red blood flowed out from the old beggar's shoulder as the bamboo leaves fell. The old beggar turned his head stiffly and looked at the not deep but very real wound on his shoulder. He did not speak for a long time, just like this
Like the previous owner of the village, he stopped.
A gentle breeze blows, and in the not-dense forest, pieces of bamboo leaves sway and fall with the wind. This scene of falling leaves in the spring bamboo forest is undoubtedly very beautiful and pleasing to the eye. But the old beggar has no trace of it.
I couldn't feel the slightest emotion of appreciating the scenery. Instead, I felt like I saw countless flying knives flying wildly in the miserable wind and blood rain. I couldn't help but feel a chill deep in my heart, and my body trembled faintly.
"The bamboo leaves on the bamboo branches are knives, the bamboo leaves falling down are also knives, and the bamboo leaves and grass deposited on the ground are still knives! What kind of treasure mountain is this? It is clearly a mountain of knives!" the old beggar shouted, and he looked
He looked at the seemingly ordinary bamboo leaves on the ground, looked at the bamboo leaves that the owner of the village had stepped on before, looked at the black shoes that were cut into several pieces by the invisible sharp energy, and the blood stains left by the owner of the village.
For a long time, I didn't dare to take another step.
He is a person without shoes. He once said with a smile that he has been walking barefoot for more than ten years and is a carefree person, so doing things is much easier than those who wear shoes. However, he
I never thought that whether it was a barefoot person like him or a person wearing shoes like the owner of the village, it would have no meaning in such a mountain. Because this is Wolong Mountain, the mountain of knives for invaders!
As a human being, we will have fear and fear of pain, so no matter what kind of person he is, when he clearly realizes that there is a mountain of knives in front of him, and every step forward will cause pain, he will instinctively want to stop.
, instinctively don’t want to move forward.
The owner of the village once hesitated here for a moment. He knew that this was a mountain of knives, but he still had to move forward stubbornly. The old beggar also hesitated here for a long time, and what he saw was not only the mountain of knives, but also the mountain of knives.
The bloodstains that dyed the bamboo leaves red in Youdao Mountain...
The blood is the blood left by Master You. If a strong man like Master You cannot completely resist the damage of the bamboo leaves and is injured because of it, then of course the old beggar himself will also be injured.
The old beggar knew this very well, so he looked back for the first time, looking at the mountain road he had just walked step by step with difficulty, and his heart was full of unwillingness. Then he looked forward again and looked at the stumbling owner of the village.
But the figure who moved forward stubbornly, the unwillingness in his heart suddenly became stronger.
"I don't believe that my feet, which have traveled through dangerous mountains and wild forests, can't compare to that pampered guy!" The old beggar snorted angrily and unwillingly, then gritted his teeth tightly and stepped on it extremely crazily and simply.
A step was taken.
Just taking one step, the strong spiritual power condensed in the soles of the old beggar's feet was suddenly crushed to pieces by the sharp energy on the bamboo leaves. At the same time, the bamboo leaves, which had almost exhausted their sharp energy, were also crushed by the old beggar.
The beggar's bare feet crushed it to pieces.
The broken bamboo leaves were like a broken knife, and the broken pieces were pierced into the soles of the old beggar's feet. The old beggar gritted his teeth, and then like the previous owner of the village, he spoke out reluctantly and unwillingly.
A suppressed groan...
The heart of a strong person is tough, and the so-called pain can always be slowly adapted to. The old beggar moved forward step by step. Every time he took a step, he could feel the pain of the soles of his feet being pierced by an iron tool. However,
After only ten steps, he gradually adapted to the pain, and like the owner of the village, he moved forward in difficulty and pain.
As time passed slowly, the sun in the sky became more and more fierce. Even if it was blocked by bamboo leaves, the shadowy light projected through the sparse bamboo leaves made the old beggar feel as hot as being in a sea of fire, so he sweated.
Mixed with the blood on his shoulders, the shabby clothes on his body were soaked through.
Keep moving forward, no matter how difficult it is, but in the process of moving forward, the distance between the old beggar and the owner of the village is getting closer and closer, shortening from the original forty meters to ten meters.
But even so, the old beggar couldn't show the slightest joy on his face, because he knew very well that the rapid shortening of the distance was not because he was better than the owner of the village. It was because the mountain road was becoming more and more difficult to walk, and the farther he went, the farther he went.
It becomes more and more difficult to move forward. Every time you take a step, you need to muster up great courage, consume a lot of spiritual power, and pay a huge price!
Finally, there were only three steps left between the old beggar and the owner of the village, and the two figures were almost walking side by side. But every step at this time was like an extremely difficult gap to cross.
The solemn expression of Master Youzhuang became a little stiff. The luxurious black clothes embroidered with gold threads had been scratched by bamboo leaves at some point. His bare hands outside the shabby clothes were held tightly, as if
He was enduring great pain, and his body was trembling slightly due to the pain.
The old beggar's condition is naturally not much better than that of the owner of the village, but because his clothes are already in a mess, even if he is in a mess at this moment, he still doesn't look so messed up.
The two walked side by side, just glanced at each other, looked at each other's misery through the other's situation, and smiled bitterly. Then they continued to move forward. The owner of the village did not say a word, and neither did the old beggar, because
They all know that every nonsense they say at this moment is an unnecessary consumption of physical strength and a waste of life.
Finally, they walked out of the sparse bamboo forest and stepped on a few dry stone floors without bamboo leaves under their feet. There was a relaxed smile on their faces, and there was actually a kind of joy of being reborn.
Then, they looked up and looked ahead, with a rare smile on their face that suddenly faded away... There was still a bamboo forest in front of them, a bamboo forest that was much denser than before! Looking up, the bamboo forest didn't know how deep and far it was, and there was no end in sight.
, and there is no hope.
The old beggar looked at the deep bamboo forest. After being silent for a long time, he sat slumped on the stone and laughed at himself and said: "Actually, I saw this bamboo forest when I was at the bottom of the mountain, but at that time it looked so...
So beautiful, so harmless."
The owner of the village was panting slightly, but did not sit down, move forward, or speak.
The old beggar pointed to the sparse bamboo shadows he had just passed and continued: "When I stepped into the area with only a few broken bamboos and tasted the pain as if I was about to be cut into pieces by a thousand knives, I realized
At this point, the most I can do is go here, and there is no way I can step through the real bamboo forest in front of me."
The face of the owner of Youzhuang became even more ugly. In fact, the old beggar could detect this. Of course he also noticed this, but the obsession in his heart did not allow him to give up, because he knew very well that Xue Tianchong had boarded this place three years ago.
A mountain! And if Xue Tianchong can climb a mountain, why can't he?
Could it be that in just three years, a desolate mountain occupied by the insignificant Dan Alliance in a small kingdom turned into an insurmountable mountain?
"I'm afraid that only swords in the sky, Liu Yu, Hong, and other powerful men who are at the top of the list are qualified to climb such a mountain." The old beggar rubbed the blood on the dry stone with his feet and continued.
Said: "I really miss you.
It's ridiculous. If the saint really knows how to select the strong ones from the list of celebrities, how can it be really easy to climb the top of the list? It's better to walk around the world more than to forcefully break into other people's mountain gates without thinking about life and death.