Peach Blossom Song + Fanwai

The little tiger wanted to cry again, tears rolled in her eyes, she climbed up two steps, and pressed her face to Jun Yao's.Tears slipped down, she cried silently, she just shed tears silently, the hair on her face was soaked, and the tears gradually flowed onto Jun Yao's face, as if Jun Yao was also crying.

It's getting dark again, this is the second night in this cave, it's not much better than last night, but it's not as panicky as last night.The little tiger is ready to live here for a long time, to take care of the comatose Junyao, and she is also determined to take good care of Junyao, and when she wakes up, they go home together.

A Yao is not afraid, the little tiger is powerful.Xiao Yuan muttered, and after finishing speaking, he still wanted to rub Jun Yao, the wet fur wet Jun Yao's face, the little tiger didn't realize it, and hugged Jun Yao's neck tightly.

In the end, she was still afraid, but she had no one to rely on, and her small shoulders not only had to shoulder her own livelihood, but also took on the heavy responsibility of taking care of Junyao.

She could only bite the bullet and walk on.

The next morning, the little tiger woke up at dawn. She looked out of the cave, then went to lick Junyao again, then added a few thicker pieces of firewood to the campfire, and then went out.

To survive in the ice and snow, fire is indispensable, followed by food.In this way, it is necessary to collect as much dead wood and fruit as possible.

Relying on fruit alone may not last long.The little tiger hesitated for a moment, then decided to pick up the frozen animals as well.She still doesn't know how to tidy it up, and put it all away, and talk about the rest.

The valley is very big, and the little tiger collected and cleaned the nearby areas, and then gradually walked away. She was afraid of getting lost, so she left marks as she walked.In this way, the sun rose into the sky, and the little tiger returned to the cave.

The snow stopped overnight, and the snow cover today is not much different from yesterday.The little tiger didn't dare to slack off at all. She still remembered the ice and snow outside the mountain. The snow was so thick that her paws seemed to be digging on hard rocks. At that time, she would not be able to pick up fruits and firewood.

After resting beside Junyao for a while, the little tiger went out again.

Every day after that, it was like this.

On the night of the tenth day, there was a sudden snowstorm. In the morning of the next day, the snow on the ground was thick enough to bury two cubs. The difference from the outside of the mountain was that there were many bare trees in the valley. Poked in the snow.

Can't find anything out there.

The little tiger didn't go out, and there were many dead branches piled up in the mountain, which looked like a small mountain compared to her little one. She also carefully picked out the thicker firewood and put it in another place for when she fell asleep at night. use.

There are many fruits not far from the pile of dead branches. Seeing the fruits, the little tiger looks sad. It seems that there are many fruits, but they can't last long. After eating, he can only rely on the frozen little animals.

The benefits of winter are revealed, the weather is cold, the fruit and the frozen animal will not rot, and can be stored for a long time.

The little tiger frowned tightly. She didn't like eating raw meat, but she didn't know how to roast them either.She thought, she needs to cultivate quickly, and when she reaches the golden elixir stage, she can start fasting.

It's just that her skills only reach foundation building, and after foundation building, there will be nothing left. If she can't get the skills, she can't continue to practice. They came to Lingshan for this purpose.Right now, it is only one step away from that technique.

Only then did Xiao Yuan pay attention to this cave.

She had been busy for ten days, only ate fruit, and lost a lot of weight, but her eyes were still bright.After walking a few steps inside, the atmosphere felt cold, and the fur on its back stood up. The little tiger listened to the steps in full alertness, not daring to go any further, and stretched its neck to look inside.

The cave seemed to be very deep, Xiao Yuan stood where he was, with no end in sight. The cavern is very similar to their wooden house on Mount Taiyi, some have couches, curtains, screens, vases, pots, very much like a mortal's residence.

Chapter 120

Xiao Yuan remembered that when A Yao used to lull her to sleep at night, she would occasionally tell stories about ancient monks as stories.Usually, people with advanced cultivation will return to the basics, and prefer to live and rest like ordinary people. Even if they indica, people drink spiritual tea and pick spiritual fruits for food.

Xiao Yuan looked into the cave, and only felt that Taoist Tan Guang was the person of advanced cultivation in Jun Yao's mouth.

Linghou's five senses are keen, and she senses a crisis. If she takes two steps forward, there must be a formation waiting for her.The little tiger didn't dare to move forward, so he turned his gaze back and looked to the side.

Earlier, she took a cup from the corner table to hold the snow. At that time, she was anxious and didn't look at the table carefully. She only remembered that there was a pot and four tea cups. There is also a Lingjian scroll, an oil lamp, and a seat beside it.The little tiger walked over and took a closer look. The seat didn't seem to be made of bamboo. It was smooth and white. It looked like a jade wall from a distance. When it was touched close up, it was soft to the touch. It could be rolled up like a bamboo slat. It is woven with very precious natural materials and earth treasures.

The little tiger didn't understand, touched the seat with its paws, and felt quite comfortable, so it didn't care about it, and didn't dare to sit on it, but cautiously walked around to look at the Lingjian.

Lingjian seemed to be placed on the table at random.The little tiger looked at it curiously, and could almost picture in his mind thousands of years ago, a Taoist priest who had cultivated to the end of the avenue was sitting on the mat, holding his head with one hand, and looking at this spiritual slip.Halfway through, the celestial music was played, and the guiding light came, the Taoist casually put the Lingjian on the table, got up and straightened his robes, strode out of the cave, and left on the cloud.