Chapter 4 What are you afraid of and what to come

Chi Tonggao sat on the tree trunk and watched him go away. His white beard was floating in the air. His eyes naturally turned to the east, with a long look. Boy, the girl you chose and the boy I chose, and they, who will win or lose in the future?

"Ah cut!" Chi Daocang, who was rushing to the mountain, sneezed loudly without warning, and secretly said that there seemed to be a lot of people who missed him recently. Originally, I planned to go back to see the little apprentice after meeting them. Who knew that he would run away halfway and told the story to the young man. Fortunately, before leaving, he had a meeting with the white rabbit to take care of the newcomers. I hope he is not going to see a corpse.

The sky-blue clothes swayed on the cliff, and when they fell, they were on the ancient wood from the middle of the cliff. Although there are clouds and smoke here, it does not affect his eyesight at all. He can easily see the person who is hung not far away by the leather band.

How does it feel to be hung on the cliff for a month? It can only be said that red sandalwood has no feeling now. From the beginning of fear, a little numbness, and now, she can look down the cliff without blinking, and even the big white tiger that opens its mouth and sharp teeth to her from time to time on the stone next to her is not afraid.

If it wants to eat her, it only takes a jump to swallow her into her stomach, but in fact, the white tiger will contain something to give her every once in a while, although every time when she is hungry. At first, she was frightened, but then there was really no way out. Even if it was a tiger's mouth, she had to harden her neck to grab food.

But now, she is starving and dizzy, and she still has no intention of looking for food. The leather band on the body rattled under the weight of the body, as if it would break at any time. Weightless, the ears are inflated, the cells of the whole body are swollen, and the messy pictures in the turbid head collide with each other, squeezing, shouting, and rising as if to blow up.

Shake your head hard, hallucination, it must be an illusion! No! Don't want it again! No one can cut anything off her! Any one! She, be stronger!

With a "touch", the picture in front of him was shattered and dilapidated. Now that the ending has been decided and there is no change in the world, she should also live well. Live, this time, her things will never be taken away. No longer persistent, no longer nostalgia, gathering can't stay, sadness and joy always become empty. Then everything will be empty, and everything will start all over again!

This struggle, even her last strength was exhausted, and she fell on the leather band like a dead fish. There was a sarcastic arc at the corners of her mouth, and the old man would joke and send her to death when she wanted to live most.

What does it feel like when a person dies? Is it as clear as she is now that her brain is turning more and more slowly, and her eyelids are getting heavier and heavier until she slowly closes.

"Hey, little wood, little apprentice, aren't you dead yet?" Someone patted her on the cheek, and she wanted to open her eyes but found that she was weak. What about opening your mouth? With her last breath, she heard the weakest voice in her life: "I'm afraid of snakes."

Chi Dao was stared and looked at the person with a weak breath of life in her arms. At this time, is she still worried about her weakness? After feeding a pill to her mouth, he lowered his head and gave a foot to the white tiger lying leisurely on the big stone. He was dissatisfied and said, "White rabbit, how do you take care of your little master?"

Bai Hu shrank his body a little aggrievedly, and there was some complaints in the tiger's eyes: Obviously, he explained it in such a careless tone! But under his dangerous eyes, he consciously lowered his huge body, buried the tiger's head, and said silently.

A man turned over and sat on the back of the tiger. Chi Daocang hugged the child in his arms and patted the tiger's head. The white tiger got the order, and his strong body burst out, like a white light flashing on the cliff.

It has been more than a month since she came back to the cliff. It was the first time she slept next to the bed, nestled in a warm quilt, and looked at the top of the white tent. In the past, she was not as satisfied as she slept in the golden jade bed. Sure enough, only when you experience a worse environment can you find how comfortable your original life is. However, another chance, she will still make such a choice.

When Chi Daocang pushed the door and came in, he saw such a warm picture. He smiled and sat by the bed. With one word, he disrupted the beautiful atmosphere of the room. He said, "From tomorrow on, practicing martial arts, training, practicing martial arts again, and retraining, such a cycle will be the whole of your life."

Red sandalwood suddenly felt that the strength that had just recovered was all back. Blinking her eyes, she said in a low voice, "What are you training?"

Chi Dao came close to her tight little face with a smile and said kindly, "You can find whatever is fun, train whatever can threaten your life, and what can stimulate people's maximum potential will let you experience."

Although he was smiling, it was extremely deep in her eyes. She staggered her face and said, "Okay."

Even if her body has not been adjusted, as long as he says that there is a task to be arranged tomorrow, it is incumbent on her to do it.

Seeing that she replied so simply, he nodded with satisfaction, as if he suddenly thought of something, "You can't go to the stone house in the bamboo forest before I allow it."

She nodded "good" obediently.

"When I allow you to go in and come out, you can go down the mountain." He gave her hope, right? He thought.

"Good," she said. As for what can go in, it must be up to her ability.

Chi Daocang nodded, smoothed the messy sheets, and then pushed the door away. Red sandalwood continued to stare at the top of the tent, as if vowing to see a flower.

This short dialogue can be regarded as all the explanations of Chi Daocang, and he did not lose his words at all. From the next day, the same life of red sandalwood began.

Every day, she gets up to practice martial arts before dawn. When the sun is in the east, she can hear the task of the day. She often inexplicably appears in the middle of a group of wolf nests or two groups of people who are fighting. After solving the trouble, she doesn't know how she returned to the cliff. Day and night training is common, and she is also used to being around in a dream. The day when the sudden breath of danger woke up.

She has lived such a bloody life for ten years.

There is a problem that she has never understood. She has experienced everything in the past ten years, but she has never seen the snake she is most afraid of. And according to the master's nature, shouldn't she be afraid of something?

"What are you thinking about?" Chi Daocang's voice sounded uninverted. He rode the white tiger, paced in the morning light, and slowly approached her.

Red sandalwood looked up and said calmly, "I thought I should have entered the snake hole ten years ago."

Sitting on the white tiger, his body shook leisurely. He smiled and said, "What, Xiaotou suddenly likes that kind of thing?"

She shook her head: "I don't like it." Even if she has experienced so much, what she was afraid of before can still make her feel uncompretentious.

What she is afraid of is the feeling of fear, which he can understand. Chi Daocang patted the tiger's head gently. The white tiger jumped in front of her a few steps. When he approached, he said, "Today's task--" He paused unusually and continued to smile, "Come with me."

Red sandalwood nodded and followed the white tiger step by step. The white tiger did not move fast today, and sometimes turned its huge tiger's eyes and looked at her inexplicably.

Until she entered the bamboo forest that she had never stepped into for ten years, the depth made her feel a little cold. She didn't open her mouth, but completely let go of her senses to feel everything in this week's body, and her footsteps were inseparable from the leisurely people in front of her.

Bai Hu walked to the middle of the bamboo forest, stopped in front of a stone house, and turned his head to look at her. The red sandalwood stepped on the bamboo leaves falling on the ground and stood at the door of the stone house under the sign of Chi Daocang's eyes.