MTL - The Path Toward Heaven-Chapter 3 White boy stepping into that river again

Zhao Layue walked towards the outside of the town with Yin San's body, stepping on the green grass, very brisk.

明亮 The bright light from the sky reflected her petite body with a very long shadow on the ground, and then gradually faded by the brighter light.

最 The most important thing in the entire continent is happening, but she didn't look back, just watching the shade of the shadow in front of her. It seems that this is more interesting than the vision of heaven and earth.

No one noticed her, and naturally no one saw her expression finally changed.

The corners of her lips were slightly raised and she was smiling.

There was a cheering sound among the peaks.

There seemed to be cheers in the town.

As the world became brighter and brighter, the cheers grew louder and louder, and her smile grew brighter until she showed the light dimples on her cheeks, a little cute.

She is really happy and a little sorry.

It would be nice if he could be in the same era as a genius like Shishu and ancestors.

Whether it is to learn, or whatever.

The cheering sounds of Xun Qunfeng suddenly disappeared.

No surprises.

The silence at this time represents a good wish.

He is like the light that illuminates the world.

Of course, after all, it will still be a little stunned.

Uncle Yun Jingyang rose.

腊 Zhao Layue finally turned and looked into the sky.

I looked at the rift that was disappearing, and Jian Guang, which was almost invisible, and somehow raised her eyebrows.

望 She looked at the corpse held in her hand, her smile gradually concealed, a little confused and uncertain.

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There is not enough wetness in the clouds and mists, and the streams are often accompanied by them.

There is a stream not far from Yunji Town. The stream is misty, flowing around high cliffs and low hills, traveling for dozens of miles, and re-entering the wall of another peak.

I do not know how far into the mountain wall, the waterway gradually widens, and the light gradually brightens. There is actually a stone room, and the wall is lined with rare jade that is rare in the world.

The vermiculite room is very simple. There is only one stone bed connected to the mountain wall, and there are two futons that have been rotten in front of the bed.

少年 A teenager with his hands on his back, looking up at the stone bed, occasionally the wind rises, raising his white clothes.

There was a person lying on the stone bed, covered with blood, wounds everywhere, narrow or wide, or deep or shallow. It was impossible to tell what kind of weapon was injured, and the clothes were in bad condition. The woven fabric, the belt is still very intact, and there is a very weak sense of faintness. It is actually made by the glutinous tendons, with a waist tag on it, but it seems to be carved from ordinary black wood.

人 This person has no breath and has long died. It is weird that there is always a layer of mist on his face, which is so deep that he cannot see his face clearly.

The young boy stood in front of the stone bed, watching the man silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

I don't know how long it took before he finally spoke.

"Really annoying."

His voice is very clean, but a bit astringent. He speaks very slowly and seems to speak very little.

The light fell in his eyes.

His eyes are like a sea, seeming calm and clear, but extremely deep, hiding countless storms and waves.

I have some puzzles, anger, regret, some tiredness, and some vicissitudes that don't match my age.

After a few moments, all the emotions in his eyes disappeared, leaving nothing but peace.

It is like the clouds and mist disappearing between the nine peaks, and it is like the light plasma falling from the sky finally becomes nothing.

"Some envy you, you can take a good rest, but I have to be busy for many years."

The young boy in white said to the deceased on the stone bed.

The deceased's belt moved slightly, and the wooden sign suddenly disappeared.

A cold light left the stone bed, flying around his body, radiating the brilliance of the stone room, and stopped before his eyes for a moment.

That is a flying sword, about two feet long, **** thick, and the sword body is as smooth as a mirror. There is nothing strange about it, but it gives a very unusual feeling.

少年 The boy in white raised his right hand, and Feijian dropped by himself, and he slammed softly, rolled on his wrist, and gradually darkened, just like an ordinary bracelet.

I turned and walked to the stream, and the boy in white suddenly remembered the words that man said to himself.

Alas-it is impossible for a person to step into the same river twice.

Is that really the case?

Thinking about this problem, he walked into the stream.

Uh ...

Uh ...

The Xi River flows through the belly of the mountain for many miles, and it flows out on the other side of the mountain peak, forming a thin waterfall more than ten feet high, which is very beautiful.

The young boy in white fell down the cliff along the stream and was ready to walk on the water, but his feet had already stepped on the water and fell into the lake.

Until he floated into the depths of the lake and his feet touched the bottom of the lake, he probably understood what was going on, and was a little bit confused.

But he doesn't seem to know what kind of expression should be used to describe the wrong 愕 mood, so he looks a bit dull.

The slightly cold lake had no effect on him. He opened his eyes and looked around, and saw a stone at the bottom of the lake.

He picked up the stone from the bottom of the lake and walked along the terrain. UU reading www.uukanshu.com got closer and closer to the water until he stepped out of the lake and came to the shore.

There was a muffled sound, the ground was shaking, and the water on the shore was slightly wavy. It was the stone he had put down in his arms. You can imagine how heavy the stone was.

He was soaked all over and felt a little uncomfortable. He prepared to dry his body with sword fire, but found nothing appeared.

I still had dripping hair and a wet coat close to my body, reminding him that we should make a fire at this time, and then he thought that he had never made a fire.

偏 He tilted his head, recalling the books he had read many years ago, and rephrased in a dry voice: "Need hay and branches of varying thickness."

Confirming that the water in his left ear has completely flowed out, he tilted his head to the right and continued to look for those long-lived memories, saying, "If there is no flint, you need crystal or drilling wood."

There was a forest near the bank. He walked to the forest, reached out and stroked it, and fell down a wooden tree, and soon piled up a hill.

He picked the smoothest piece of wood from the inside, put a few silks under the bark, and moved his mind slightly. The silver bracelet on his wrist turned into that little sword again and hovered over it.

Wu Feng's sharp sword edge was facing the wood piece across the silk and spinning at an unimaginable speed, and soon there was Mars, then the green smoke, and then the flames rose.

The clothing was resting on a branch and steam was coming out.

Looking at the density of the vapor and the rising speed, the teenager easily calculated that it would take three more minutes for the clothes to dry completely.

做 什么 What he used to do during this time was something he didn't need to think about.

All time has only one use for him.

He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and began to meditate, which seemed particularly natural.

But the next moment he opened his eyes and wondered blankly, what was the starting point?