Chapter 286

It was currently the cold winter season again. A heavy snow had just fallen on Wulong Mountain; the sky was gloomy, the mist was thick, and the mountain peaks were indistinct.

Liu Liu Xiaolou rose, put away the array plate, and the spiritual eye in the rock crevice closed immediately, cutting off the source of the spiritual energy spreading all around. Before long, the spiritual power on the summit of Gan Zhu Ling dissipated completely.

He drifted down from the peak and went to the golden-ring bee hive on the cliff wall to collect a gourd of honey, which would serve as food for his long journey.

Two years had passed, and the golden-ring bee hive had grown a circle larger, with hundreds of adult bees. At the edge of the bamboo forest under the cliff, a wild flower garden of three or four mu in size had grown; these were all seeds brought back by the golden-ring bees from afar, which had grown here on their own.

There were more than ten kinds of fresh flowers in the garden, and Liu Liu Xiaolou only recognized half of them. Among them, three kinds persisted in blooming without fading in this winter snow, and he did not recognize a single one of them. Smelling their elegant fragrance, which faintly contained spiritual power, they must have been nourished by the spiritual power dissipating from the peak.

One kind looked like wintersweet, but was purple;

One kind was long and thin, like drifting willow leaves;

And there was another that bloomed on a single branch, with flowers like plates that turned daily following the rising and setting of the sun, and closed into buds when the weather was overcast, which was quite miraculous.

Coming down the mountain this time, he also intended to investigate the origins of these three wild flowers to see if they could be used.

The small courtyard was even more dilapidated, and Liu Liu Xiaolou did not dare to repair it. After taking a brief look from in front of the courtyard gate, he headed straight down the mountain.

Beside the mountain path, a three-foot-tall wild vine climbed inconspicuously on a dead tree. Only Liu Liu Xiaolou knew that this dead tree was originally a camphor tree that had grown for more than ten years.

Liu Liu Xiaolou bent down to look carefully at the wild vine and reached out his finger to stroke it. Several vine tendrils danced, swaying gently toward his finger, clearly enjoying Liu Liu Xiaolou's touch.

Suddenly, these few vine tendrils flashed from between Liu Liu Xiaolou's fingers and, in the blink of an eye, appeared three steps away, entangling a wild mouse that had crawled out from somewhere and binding it tightly.

Only Liu Liu Xiaolou could "see" that the fine, dense fuzz on the vine tendrils had pierced into the skin of the wild mouse.

The wild mouse squeaked for a while before losing the strength to struggle, gradually falling into a coma. Over the next month, it would be drained dry by this young ghost Struck Banyan, becoming blood food for the ghost Struck Banyan.

He straightened up and stepped down the mountain, walking only on remote wild paths. Before long, he reached the foot of the mountain, where the cooking smoke from the village below could be seen curling up from afar.

Liu Liu Xiaolou stopped for a moment, but decided to temporarily avoid walking into the village and temporarily avoid meeting Uncle Tian. He bypassed the mountain corner and headed west.

As usual, he traveled through the Mount Wuling Mountains. Although this vast mountain range was dangerous, it was always the best route for hiding one's tracks.

By evening, the already gloomy sky grew even darker. Liu Liu Xiaolou found a small mountain cave where he had stayed overnight before to rest. The night roads in the Mount Wuling Mountains were not easy to walk; even traveling in pairs required caution, and when alone, it was best not to move around recklessly.

By midnight, the sky seemed to have been lit up; the clouds were glowing with white light, but it was actually snow falling in the mountains again.

At first, the snowflakes were glistening and sparse, but by the second half of the night, they became heavy snow like goose feathers, and a thick layer had accumulated on the ground.

Such heavy snow was the only kind Liu Liu Xiaolou had ever seen in his life, which suddenly stirred his childlike heart, making him unable to resist walking out of the cave to step on the thick accumulated snow.

Just as he was enjoying the crunching sound of his footsteps, a slight noise came from the woods. Liu Liu Xiaolou turned to look and saw a figure rushing out from the woods. Upon seeing Liu Liu Xiaolou, the figure stopped abruptly.

The visitor was dressed in black, with a graceful figure and a high-bridged nose; she was a woman full of heroic spirit, and her features were somewhat familiar. From the movement technique she used to rush over, he could not immediately determine her cultivation level, but Liu Liu Xiaolou felt it seemed no lower than his own.

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As their eyes met and he took a few more looks, Liu Liu Xiaolou finally recognized her. This woman was the female cultivator he had met while seeking shelter from the rain when passing through the Dehang Mountains several years ago. At that time, she had even mistaken him for Jing Zhao and had almost attacked him.

He did not expect that after many years, they would meet again in these Mount Wuling Mountains. Back then, she looked to be about thirty years old, and now, her age seemed almost unchanged.

The other party was stunned at first, then relieved, followed by confusion. She frowned and said, "It's you?"

Liu Liu Xiaolou cupped his hands: "What a coincidence, Senior."

The woman stared at Liu Liu Xiaolou, her figure swayed, and in the blink of an eye, she arrived in front of the cave, shouting in a low voice: "Back off!"

Liu Liu Xiaolou retreated two steps.

The woman backed into the cave.

This cave was not deep, more like a mountain hollow; the entrance was wide, but the depth was less than two zhang, and one could see it clearly at a glance.

He saw the woman raise her hand and fly out a point of white light, which transformed into an Emei piercer, pointing diagonally at Liu Liu Xiaolou: "You go!"

Liu Liu Xiaolou was startled; the Xuanzhen Rope on his arm retracted, and he retreated a few more steps.

This woman was indeed a Foundation Establishment expert; he was absolutely no match for her, and his strongest weapon, the Xuanzhen Rope, was of no use against her at all.

But since things had come to this, there was no point in saying more. Liu Liu Xiaolou continued to retreat, his figure merging into the heavy snow filling the sky, and he disappeared.

After Liu Liu Xiaolou left, the woman spun the Emei piercer, inserted it into a cave wall, turned it, and immediately dug out a bundle. She shook the bundle open, and a pile of items fell out. She squatted down, rummaged through them in a flurry, found a pill bottle, poured all the spiritual pills inside into her mouth, and then, unable to hold on any longer, sat cross-legged on the spot in the cave, struggling to regulate her breathing.

After regulating her breathing for a few breaths, she spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the snow at the cave entrance a deep red, and her body slumped over.

She struggled to sit up again, resumed her cross-legged posture, reached out to grab a handful of soil from under her feet, and covered the red-stained snow at the cave entrance. Before long, it was covered again by the falling snow.

I do not know when, but another figure appeared in the heavy snow; it was Liu Liu Xiaolou, who had returned. Seeing the woman in the cave sitting cross-legged and regulating her breathing, with a pair of eyes glaring at him, he muttered a hurried explanation: "I thought Senior had left, my apologies..."

He retreated while explaining, merging into the heavy snow once again.

The woman breathed a slight sigh of relief, closed her eyes, and continued to regulate her breathing, sending the medicinal power of the spiritual pills to her injuries.

Not long after she began regulating her breathing, Liu Liu Xiaolou emerged from the heavy snow again, bowing: "Senior, the snow is too heavy. This junior truly dares not travel alone. Could you allow this junior to rest here for a while and leave when the snow stops? Senior, please rest assured, this junior will not go inside, just at the cave entrance..."

Before he could finish speaking, a point of white light flew out from the cave, transforming in the blink of an eye into an Emei piercer, shooting rapidly toward Liu Liu Xiaolou.

This time, Liu Liu Xiaolou had nothing more to say and fled the scene like a flying arrow. The Emei piercer shot through several large trees behind him in succession, finally being blocked by an earthen slope, and did not pursue further.

It seems she isn't hurt too badly!

Liu Liu Xiaolou shook the snow from his hair, spat, cursed "bad luck" under his breath, and quickened his pace to flee the scene.

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