More than two months had passed since they left Hidden Dragon Village, and Li Si followed the dark-skinned man eastward.
Traveling over mountains and valleys, rushing during the day and lying in wait at night, Li Sisui couldn't help but miss the carefree long sleep he had just woken up.
Nowadays, it's rare to have such an opportunity again, allowing Li Sisui to let down her guard, relax every cell in her body, and fully immerse herself in rest.
Every day they were either on the move or replenishing their energy to prepare for the journey. Even when they were lying in wait and resting at night, they took turns on duty and rested alternately.
At the slightest sound, whether it's the chirping of insects or the calls of birds, one must immediately be alert and ready to fight or flee at any moment.
After traveling for some time, Li Sisui gradually came to understand what kind of world he was in.
If he hadn't experienced it firsthand, he would never have believed that the weeds he stepped on every day could have a deadly side.
They also wouldn't believe that a cute little dog from the past could suddenly swell up like a grown bull, drooling, ready to devour and tear apart the enemy in front of it.
The fruit smells delicious, but it is a deadly poison.
Watching the limp, slow-moving caterpillar, the juice it suddenly sprayed corroded a black hole the size of a human head in a tree that three people could hug.
These past few days of seeing things for myself have completely overturned Li Sisui's understanding of the world.
It's as if you've entered a world of constant crisis and life-or-death situations, where it's hard to trust anything, because even the slightest bit of trust could destroy everything you've ever had.
If Li Sisui's experience at the entrance of Yinlong Village can be considered as having gone through life and death, then every day after leaving the village, Li Sisui has been experiencing life and death tests. Li Sisui has lost count of how many times he has been saved by the dark-skinned man.
Having experienced too many life-and-death situations, Li Sisui had become somewhat numb and gradually developed a sense of trust in the dark-skinned man.
Regardless of the outcome, at this moment, her life was spared from harm thanks to the dark-skinned man in front of her.
These daily moments of crisis also gradually made Li Sisui more familiar with the language of this world.
If Li Sisui had ignored every cry for help in a critical moment, he would probably have become fertilizer long ago.
Although the pronunciation still has a stiff Standard Mandarin accent, it's not a big problem for everyday communication.
Li Sisui gradually realized that the seemingly silent, dark-skinned man was not simply burying his head in his work.
What may seem like aimless remarks are actually a form of teaching by example.
They may seem to be panicking and acting recklessly, but in reality, they have a thorough understanding of the situation.
The dark-skinned man seemed very familiar with the road, knowing exactly what he would encounter, what to touch, and what to stay away from.
The advance warnings during each crisis, repeated over and over again, now seem to be telling me what each syllable means and what each syllable should be used for.
For more than two months, they repeated the same routine every day: traveling, killing, escaping, and hiding.
Li Sisui gradually adapted to this mentally intense life and developed a sense of gratitude towards the dark-skinned man, feeling like he was both a teacher and a friend.
The dark-skinned man looked up at the setting sun hanging on the treetops. It was no longer as dazzling as it was at noon; it was like a ripe orange, slowly sinking.
A cool breeze rustled the leaves beside me. I stopped near a tree so large that it would take five people to encircle it and said:
"Climb the tree, we'll rest here tonight."
After saying that, he pushed off the ground with one foot and landed on the tree at a height of more than ten meters with a few leaps.
A beam of light shimmered in his palm, accompanied by crackling sounds, as he dug a simple tree hole with his bare hands. Then, without a word, he walked into the hole and began to close his eyes and rest.
Li Sisui was already used to this, and slowly climbed up the big tree using both hands and feet. After entering the tree hole, he sat down and began to enjoy a rare moment of peace.
"Traveling with one person is so slow. What should have been a journey of more than twenty days has taken more than twice as long. Although we have slowed down our pace and taken a more remote route to avoid encountering a mysterious organization."
"However, the difference in speed is so great that I did not expect it before. If this person really knows some information about the mysterious organization, then escorting him back to the sect will definitely be worthwhile in exchange for the opportunity to enter the inner sect. It will be worth the trip." The Cloud Piercer pondered to himself.
The thought of entering the inner sect brought a smile to his face, despite his profound cultivation; his joy was palpable.
Li Sisui was curious to see the usually taciturn, dark-skinned man suddenly showing a happy expression.
Just as he was about to ask, the dark-skinned man said to Li Sisui:
"You rest first, I'll stay on duty, I'll call you when I'm off."
In an instant, he wore an expression that was neither happy nor sad. Li Si nodded in agreement, not thinking much about it, and closed his eyes to rest.
Perhaps the opportunity was rare, or perhaps he was really tired, but before long, one could hear Li Sisui's slightly heavy but even breathing.
Looking at the sleeping Li Sisui, the Cloud Piercer thought to himself, "Kid, don't blame me for being ruthless. Blame the arrogant and domineering mysterious organization behind you!"
Disregarding the safety of the Tu people, they acted recklessly. Although the Tu people are weak, if they fight back, not everyone can withstand them.
To avoid being exposed as much as possible, you can only hide your most obvious characteristic of not being able to speak the language.
After more than two months of instruction, I believe that no one will notice that you do not speak the local language when you meet them for the first time.
At most, there might be some language barriers, but they certainly wouldn't associate you with the mysterious organization that's causing such a stir in the city.
In addition, the route back to the sect this time was a remote and obscure path that had only been opened recently, and only two or three Cloud Piercing Envoys in the sect knew about it.
In this way, although the speed of travel is slow, it is safe and secure, and even if a mysterious organization is encountered along the way, there will be a way to advance or retreat.
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