v4 Chapter 120： Bamboo Garden

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Xiao Chen's mind regained awakeness, his body became tight for a moment, and after a moment he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes swept away, and his complexion did not feel gloomy. At this moment he didn't know why he was in a green bamboo forest somewhere. The bamboo poles swayed in the wind and bumped into a crisp sound. The bamboo leaves rustled. But the weird thing is that the bamboo forest is too quiet, except for the sound of the bamboo poles, it is a dead silence, not even the slightest call of insects.

When he got up, Xiao Chen's complexion suddenly changed. When he closed his eyes for a moment, his complexion became even more ugly. At this moment, all the mana elements in his body were dissipated, as if he had never possessed it, and even the physical strength had become like a mundane mortal.

"What happened? How did I appear here? Why did my body change?" Xiao Chen forced herself to calm down, frowning tightly, and the crisis was unknown at this moment. Otherwise it is harmful and useless. Thoughts were half loud, Xiao Chen's memory stopped abruptly only after the last sound of the funeral bamboo fell, then fell into darkness, and he was already here after waking up. What happened during this time, he didn't have a slight impression. It was natural to think so No clue.

"Calm, all this must be related to the funeral bamboo. As long as you look carefully, you can definitely leave here! I have a hunch in my heart that at this moment the change in the body must be inseparable from this bamboo forest. As long as you leave here, all problems will be solved.

"Yes, that's it. As long as you can leave this bamboo forest, you can break all the difficulties in front of you."

Xiao Chen simplifies the complex problem in front of this-out of the bamboo forest! And this is also a psychological cue that keeps you confident and firm, otherwise your thoughts will collapse, and I'm afraid you can't escape it.

Looking up, Zhugan Yingying couldn't get a close look at the margins. Each direction looked exactly the same, which made people feel hopeless. Xiao Chen's firm conviction is naturally not comparable to ordinary people. Although his cultivation disappeared mysteriously, his tenacious conviction still exists. At this moment, he slightly selected a direction and moved forward steadily.

Quiet!

Except for his faint footsteps and the sound of the surrounding bamboo wind, this bamboo forest is a dead silence. Xiao Chen, like a lonely forwarder, is alone, walking towards the direction of the unknown end, taking a mechanical step.

tired!

Flesh and blood were trembling and bones were astringent. This feeling of getting into the bone marrow, Xiao Chen had never experienced it since entering the path of cultivation, just like the first time when he was a mother, he went to Xiaocheng to receive spring seeds. The mortal-like cowardly body, even though Xiao Chen's mind is firm as a rock, the physical body has reached its limit.

pain!

The shoes on the feet had been damaged, and the flesh exposed was cut and wounded. The flesh cracked, the pain was hot, the blood and water continued to leak out, dripped on the ground, and stained the thick bamboo leaves, a little blood.

fear!

fear. This fear is not a fear of a certain person or thing, but a kind of inexplicable fear derived from the loneliness generated in such an open environment. This fear is beyond the control of manpower, naturally dissipates, and pervades my heart.

Huh!

The body fell to the ground, breathing heavily, Xiao Chen closed her eyes slowly, and felt that no part of her body was full of pain and tiredness. I wanted to sleep like this and never woke up again. But subconsciously told Xiao Chen that he must not fall asleep now, otherwise he would never have the opportunity to wake up again, and he must not die like this!

The path of monasticism is like the vast ocean. Now Xiao Chen is only walking in shallow water. Everything he sees is only the tip of the iceberg. There is an infinite sea world waiting for him in the future. It is so exciting and exciting, maybe there will be a crisis. There is suffering, but being able to experience it is in itself a gain and a fulfillment. Xiao Chen is not reluctant to set foot on the top of the road and clear the mist to see the long and bright future!

Starfield 6, the countless ancestors desperately resisted, the so-called slavery of the clans, the human Taoism that was planted with monks as raw materials, which contained too much incomprehension and hatred. Xiao Chen suffered and paid back, Xiao Chen was unwilling!

Seven years apart, I meet today. I ask for a lifetime, not a separation between life and death after the meeting. Otherwise, I don't want to see you! Now Yue Yue is at the back of the Ji family, waiting for him to pick her up on the colorful clouds, but she has not fulfilled her promise to protect her life, Xiao Chen is unwilling

With so many unwillingness and care in mind, how can I die here so silently? Absolutely not!

Xiao Chen's mind is firm. The voice in his head is getting louder and louder, and it gradually turns into a wave, which is endless. Struggling to get up, sitting cross-legged, and although the repair had disappeared at this moment, Xiao Chen still forced himself into the settled, breathing gradually and gradually, slowly, and gradually silent, only the bamboo leaves capricorn, bamboo poles crunched, rustling.

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Seven days.

Xiao Chen moved forward silently, the so-called description of withering, but now he is very appropriate to describe him.

His face was yellow, his lips were cracked, his clothes were ragged, his wounds were scarred, and his figures were shaking, as if he would fall to the ground in the next moment and never wake up again. But under these circumstances, Xiao Chen is still moving forward step by step. Although he paused and walked for seven days, it seemed as if he was just walking in place, looking forward, there was still a lot of bamboo shadows in front of him, endless and boundless. The physical body and spirit were already numb, and when the oil was exhausted, he would have fallen to the ground if he had not been willing to support him.

But to this day, Xiao Chen is not sure, how long can he persist? Maybe three hours? Maybe an hour? Maybe in the next moment. . . Maybe, this time it is really going to be ridiculed. This is a good ending. After all, you can meet your parents after reaching the ground.

"Daddy and mother, Xiao Chen is tired. I really want to sleep like this and don't want to go any further." Xiu Wei lost, alone, desolate bamboo forest, double physical exhaustion, with Xiao Chen's tenacious temper , Has also reached the brink of collapse, giving birth to weakness.

Just like a mortal, how many people can persist if the water does not enter for seven days and there are scars all over the body?

Alone, I don't know how far to go, ambiguous and lifeless, how many people can insist?

In this bamboo forest, Xiao Chen really reached the limit, and maybe he would never wake up in the next moment, but even so he was still step by step, hard, slow and weak, but as firm as he was at the beginning.

Even if you fall, you have to fall to the ground before falling asleep. . Xiao Chen, never do anything to wait for the dead.

Slightly yellow eyes, now blinking firm.

Just then, a soft sigh came from within the void. When hearing this sigh, Xiao Chen's body suddenly tightened, her feet stopped, and she slowly looked forward. He still remembers this voice. It was because of this person that he appeared inexplicably in the bamboo forest.

Funeral bamboo!

The eyes fell on the perfect man who appeared in the void. Although Xiao Chen was weak, he tried to straighten his back. Regardless of the reason the other party appeared, he could not appear weak on the opposite side, the manly husband stood up to the sky, even if he died, he had to stand until the last moment. As for asking for mercy, Xiao Chen never had such an idea in his mind. When he reached such a state, if the rock is firm, how can outsiders change his mind.

The funeral bamboo was a little more complex at the moment, his eyes fell on Xiao Chen, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, he was puzzled. This tribe monk obviously reached the limit, why can he continue step by step until today without falling?

Maybe he was paranoid in his heart, and he was unwilling!