Chapter 155: Bone-piercing Frost
After Yi Chun climbed up, he no longer cared about the young Taoist priest Yu Xing .
Although there are iron chains on the cliff, it is icy cold.
It is winter now, and climbing by holding on to the iron rope is not only a test of physical strength, but also a great test of will.
The most important thing is that Yi Chun could vaguely sense some distant gazes.
Maybe it was the old Taoist priest, or maybe it was someone else.
But with them watching, there was no need to worry about anything happening even if the young Taoist priest Yu Xing planned to do something stupid and climb the mountain.
When Yi Chun reached the top of the mountain, all eyes that were paying attention to him disappeared.
Normally, these gazes would only appear when Yi Chun was in an area with a large number of people.
Today, it’s probably because of the young Taoist priest Yu Xing…
Yi Chun took out the magic book transformed from the leaves of the Tree of Knowledge from his backpack.
In a sense, this leaf of the Tree of Knowledge is the most valuable of the many magical items he had obtained earlier .
However, it cannot instantly improve Yi Chun's combat ability.
But it has an unparalleled effect in filling Yichun's knowledge base and consolidating the foundation.
The first magic book today is the most common miscellany.
Yi Chun is the one who has seen the most of this kind of thing.
Its quality varies greatly. Some can help Yi Chun understand the culture and professional strength of foreign countries, while others can only make the author brag.
However, overall, it at least has the effect of broadening our horizons.
As he was looking at it, Yi Chun suddenly thought, wouldn't he be rich if he could get a tree of knowledge?
A leaf of the Tree of Knowledge can only provide the most basic magic books.
If he could get a knowledge index, he probably wouldn't be short of magic books anymore.
However, it still seems a bit strange to see a feral druid staying at home all the time reading books.
While thinking about the Tree of Knowledge, Yi Chun opened the magic book.
On the other side, the young Taoist Yu Xing felt the coldness in his hands and hesitated...
…
"Why is it so cold?!"
The young Taoist priest Yu Xing wanted to blow air into his palms, but he didn't dare to let go.
Because he had already climbed dozens of meters high.
Looking at the platform below that was becoming extremely far away, the young Taoist Yu Xing thought for a moment and felt that falling down would probably be the end of him.
As a Taoist who has practiced martial arts for many years, the young Taoist Yu Xing is very good at climbing.
This is also why he had the courage to climb the chains.
But for some reason, the chain seemed particularly frosty and biting.
That kind of chill seemed to penetrate through the flesh and blood and go straight into the bone marrow!
In a trance, the young Taoist Yu Xing felt that he was not holding an iron chain, but a piece of ice that had been frozen for who knows how many years!
Vaguely, the young Taoist Yu Xing felt a little regretful.
But looking at the cliff above his head, he felt that he could do it!
When we are young, we always do reckless and seemingly meaningless things.
But the youth of many people is connected by those seemingly stupid behaviors.
Maybe someone doesn't have it, but he may just hide it deep in his heart.
The sun moved little by little, slowly casting its rays onto the cold cliff.
And in the dark area outside the golden color, a small figure was struggling to move...
“Hoo…Hoo…”
The heavy breathing did not bring the expected heat.
The bitingly cold iron chains seemed to freeze all warm things in eternal cold!
In a trance, the young Taoist Yu Xing seemed to see someone dancing with a sword.
Who is it?
Never mind, just keep climbing!
Yu Xing, whose mind was already in a state of chaos, paid no attention to the colorful illusion before his eyes.
He climbed up in such a clumsy and hard way, without any of the grace and elegance of a martial arts master.
The mountain breeze blows from time to time, and this time is the most difficult to endure.
For some unknown reason, the wind on this mountain was extremely strong.
If the young Taoist Yu Xing climbed at this time, it would be very risky.
He'd tried it before and nearly got blown over.
Fortunately, he suddenly grabbed the chain tightly, which made him break out in a cold sweat.
After all, if you fall from this height and still have an intact body, you are considered lucky.
If you are climbing, your hands always have room to breathe.
Even though his hands were already frozen stiff, they did not seem to feel any better after being removed from the chains.
But that was the only chance for the young Taoist Yu Xing to catch his breath during the climb.
When the young Taoist priest Yu Xing stopped, it took more physical energy for his body to switch from moving to still.
The chains on my hands made me feel even colder as time went by.
It even made the young Taoist priest Yu Xing feel like he was holding a red-hot iron rod!
At this time, the young Taoist priest Yu Xing no longer thought about how to get down, or what would happen if he did not have enough physical strength to climb up.
Now, he is just thinking about climbing, climbing up!
The pain, like burning, spread in the palm of the young Taoist Yu Xing! His forehead was covered with cold sweat, and pain and regret began to stir in his heart.
But this feeling made the young Taoist Yu Xing feel inexplicably familiar.
A long time ago, he seemed to have experienced a similar feeling...
In a trance, the young Taoist Yu Xing seemed to remember the scene when he first practiced meditation.
That chaotic, uncontrollable mood would always turn into indescribable hideousness and terror after he closed his eyes.
Those turbid and twisted darkness are the condensation of chaotic consciousness in people's hearts.
As practitioners ' practice continues to deepen and develop, they are stirred up that were originally immersed in the depths of consciousness.
Then, they began to form countless colorful illusions in the minds of practitioners.
Our ancestors called it the "demon in the heart"!
But, I'm just climbing a mountain?
A trace of doubt emerged in the mind of the young Taoist Yu Xing.
But soon, he sank into the chill of the iron chain...
At this time, the mountain wind finally stopped.
As if a switch had been triggered, the young Taoist priest Yu Xing climbed up slowly and steadily again.
From time to time, he heard someone calling him.
Is it the master or the senior brother?
But isn’t Senior Brother a cat?
As this thought came to his mind, the young Taoist Yu Xing heard the shrill cat cry again.
The cry seemed to be filled with anxiety and urgency.
The young Taoist priest Yu Xing raised a slight arc of disdain at the corner of his mouth, and at this time he seemed to have come to his senses again.
Don't be silly, Senior Brother wouldn't call me that...
I have never seen any emotion in its eyes other than disdain and doubt...
On the other side, the old Taoist priest watched everything silently.
"The child has climbed up..."
The Taoist next to him said with emotion.
"Let him climb up. From now on, let him climb up and deliver food to his senior brother."
The old Taoist said this without any emotion.
Then, after thinking for a while, the old Taoist said:
"Don't give him the sword yet. Wait until he climbs for a hundred sunrises and sunsets and fishes out a whole moon ."
"Then let him take the cat down the mountain..."
