The sword light was sharp, piercing into the endless darkness, as if it was swallowed up, and there was no movement.
The danger in the dark is always more terrifying than the crisis in the open. Luo Jianqing and the others were not afraid, but instead walked forward at a faster pace. The further they walked, the stronger the wind became, from a breeze to a strong wind, and from a strong wind to a gale!
When the overwhelming gale blew fiercely, Luo Jianqing raised his sword to resist and Mo Qiu swung his whip.
At first, the strong wind was within the range that the two could withstand, but the further they walked, the stronger it became. After walking ten miles, a fierce strong wind pierced Luo Jianqing's shoulder. He groaned, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
Mo Qiu said anxiously: "Be careful!"
Luo Jianqing immediately took out a Xuan-level defensive magic weapon from his storage ring and held it in front of him. The magic weapon turned into dust as soon as it met the strong wind, but it did block some of the attack.
Mo Qiu said: "Hurry up, let's rush out!"
Luo Jianqing nodded immediately.
Without further hesitation, the two of them took out their best magic weapons, resisting the terrifying gale, and flew forward together. One mile, two miles, three miles... When they saw the faint light, Luo Jianqing already had four or five wounds on his body, and Mo Qiu was not much better.
The fierce gale was so ferocious that it was equivalent to a full-strength attack from a cultivator in the Out-of-Body Stage. Almost all of Luo Jianqing's magic weapons in his ring were destroyed, and even Mo Qiu stopped using them. The two of them braved the terrifying gale and flew straight towards the cave entrance.
One thousand meters, one hundred meters, ten meters...
Three meters!
At this moment, a terrifying and shrill gale chased after them from behind. Luo Jianqing immediately sped up, trying to rush out of the cave. Unexpectedly, the gale caught the corner of his clothes, and the fierce breath scraped a piece of bloody flesh on Luo Jianqing's back, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.
Bang!
“Ahem…”
Luo Jianqing was kicked out of the cave.
The burning pain on his back and the nearly exhausted spiritual power in his body made Luo Jianqing fall into the vast river without resistance. However, he immediately turned around and shouted loudly: "Mo Qiu! Mo Qiu!"
A muffled voice came from the dark cave entrance. Mo Qiu said in a hoarse voice, "Don't worry, this strong wind can't do anything to me. I have a heavenly magic weapon that can teleport me back... home. Luo Jianqing, my home is far away, and it may take a long time for us to see each other again."
The pain in his body was unbearable, but Luo Jianqing shouted: "Mo Qiu, don't lie to me, after you kicked me out of the hole just now, were you about to..."
"Bullshit! I can really walk, why don't you believe me? Forget it, why am I wasting so much time talking to you, I'm leaving!"
As the words fell, a blood-red light flashed from the pitch-black cave entrance. A mysterious aura gradually spread, carrying the terrifying pressure unique to a heavenly-grade magic weapon. The red light gradually dimmed, and Luo Jianqing could clearly sense that Mo Qiu was truly gone.
Luo Jianqing: "..."
At first he twitched his lips speechlessly, but then he slowly laughed out loud.
Luo Jianqing laughed unbridled for a long time before finally passing out from exhaustion, lying face-down in the seemingly boundless river, carried along by the waves. Between his eyebrows, a vibrant cinnabar mole nestled in the center of a four-petaled blue lotus. Whenever an unsuspecting Earth-level demon beast approached, the mole would flicker, forcing the creature back.
The wound on his back slowly stopped bleeding, but Luo Jianqing was still in a deep coma.
He had no idea how long he had been drifting on this river, nor did he know that he had actually drifted along the river from the ninth level of the Flowing Flame Valley all the way to the first level, and finally flowed through a huge and turbulent waterfall, and suddenly penetrated a light red barrier and continued forward.
The surrounding scenery gradually changed. A handsome monk in green robes, eyes closed, face pale, lay in the slowly flowing river. From the desolate mountains and old forests to the gradually populated village, an old woman washing clothes by the river suddenly saw a young man in the middle of the stream. She collapsed backward in fear: "Dead...dead! Dead!!!"
When Luo Jianqing woke up, he opened his eyes to see a simple and rough thatched roof.
A faint aroma of rice wafted through the room. Luo Jianqing tentatively moved his fingers, then his arms. As he slowly rose and stepped off the bed, he suddenly saw a gray-haired old woman, hunched over, approaching him.
As soon as the other party saw Luo Jianqing, the bowl and spoon in their hands suddenly fell to the ground. After a long time, the old woman asked cautiously, "You...you awake?"
Next, Luo Jianqing finally understood what was going on.
The village was called Gujia Village, nestled against a tributary of the Luo River. There were only forty-six households in the village, all of whom relied on the water at the village's head for their livelihood. One day, Grandma Gu went to the river to wash clothes when she suddenly saw Luo Jianqing lying in the middle of the river.
Grandma Gu naturally thought Luo Jianqing was dead, but when the villagers rescued him, they found that he was still breathing! The kind-hearted Grandma Gu took Luo Jianqing home to take care of him for forty days.
While serving porridge to Luo Jianqing, the wrinkled aunt said, "My husband went to the fields to plant rice this morning and won't be back until the evening. Ah Qing, if you don't mind, why don't you stay here with me for a while and have a good rest."
Luo Jianqing accepted the bowl of rice porridge with such kindness that he could not refuse it. He said softly, "Thank you."
Grandma Gu immediately waved her hands and said, "Why thank me? A pretty child like you must have encountered some kind of hardship to have such a large piece of flesh gouged out of your back. Although I am an old woman from the countryside, I also know that you are not an ordinary person. You can lie in the middle of the river and not die! By the way, Ah Qing, how old are you this year?"
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