Lonely Immortal

After leaving Wuping County, Zhang Zhiwen quickly moved along the river.

He only had five days, but the cliff was still far away. If the rest time at night was deducted, it would take at least two days to reach it. In other words, he would spend four days going back and forth, leaving him only one day to collect medicinal herbs on the cliff.

In this way, he traveled during the day and stayed in the wilderness at night. Fortunately, he practiced the Changsheng Sutra, otherwise ordinary people would not be able to bear such a journey. However, what made Zhang Zhiwen very helpless was that since he practiced the first level of Changsheng Essentials, his internal strength had hardly increased. Even if it increased, it was very, very little, so he had estimated before that it would take at least several decades to break through this first level.

He didn't think it was a big problem before, but now he felt more and more that this was not okay. Not to mention decades, after a few years, other people's martial arts would have greatly improved, but he was still in this state now, so how could he be promoted to a pharmacist? The pharmacists in the pharmacy couldn't be as useless as him, right? If he can't even kill a bigger beast, wouldn't that be embarrassing?

He now understood that the Changsheng Sutra was just as the president said, it was just for reading, to kill time, and not to practice seriously.

So, he planned to complete the task this time, and he would go to the library to buy a secret book to practice.

However, whether he could complete the task and save some money to buy a secret book depended on whether he could collect enough medicinal materials this time.

Of course, Zhang Zhiwen was not idle along the way. If he encountered medicinal materials that were more than ten years old, he would naturally collect them.

However, he was in a hurry and didn't see other medicinal materials along the way. He just hoped that the cliff hadn't been discovered by anyone. Once it was discovered and someone got there first, it would be over.

Because in that case, even if he barely paid the membership fee every month, he would have no extra money to buy the secret book. Then he might be like this for the rest of his life. If he failed in the task several times and owed the membership fee several times, he would be executed sooner or later.

It can be said that he is now desperate.

Fortunately, when he rushed to the edge of the cliff, the large area of ​​medicinal herbs was intact there.

The cliff is estimated to be more than a hundred feet high. If you get closer, it is even higher. Fortunately, he asked Erdan to customize a rope that is long enough. He took out the rope, which is a claw head. As long as the claw head is thrown on the cliff and hooked on some stable objects, such as a big rock, he will have the opportunity to climb up with the help of the rope.

But how can ordinary people throw such a ten-pound iron hook on the top of a hundred-foot cliff?

Only Zhang Zhiwen can try it. He mustered his strength and threw it hard. The iron hook flew up, but after flying for a while, it still fell down before it flew to the cliff.

Sure enough, even if Zhang Zhiwen is strong, it is still impossible to throw the iron hook up. It is no wonder that no one collects the medicinal herbs on this cliff, because ordinary people can't collect them at all.

Since his own strength was not enough, he could only think of other ways. Zhang Zhiwen was not discouraged. He looked around and found a crooked tree.

He walked over. The tree was not tall, only about six feet high, and the trunk was crooked. He tried to bend it, and the trunk let him bend down, and then he let go of his hand and bounced back with a whoosh.

Seeing this, Zhang Zhiwen's eyes lit up. This crooked tree was okay. With its elasticity, he might be able to throw the iron hook onto the cliff.

He wrapped the rope on the iron hook around the crooked tree, and then he used all his strength to bend the whole tree down, until the trunk was attached to the ground, and he let go of his hand instantly.

With a whoosh, the crooked tree bounced back, and the rope and iron hook on it were also bounced out.

This time, the iron hook finally flew to the top of the hundred-foot cliff.

Zhang Zhiwen was overjoyed. He pulled out the rope, but as soon as he pulled it, it loosened and soon fell down.

It seems that the iron hook didn't hook anything solid, so we can only try again.

Zhang Zhiwen continued to use the method just now and flicked the iron hook out again.

Then, he failed again and didn't hook anything.

This happened once, twice...

I don't know how many times he tried it. Zhang Zhiwen was almost exhausted, and the crooked tree was almost broken. Finally, the iron hook seemed to hook something solid and hung on it tightly.

Zhang Zhiwen breathed a sigh of relief, then took out the powder to remove poisonous insects and eagles and eagles and smeared it on his body, and took a hatchet and tied it around his waist to prevent eagles from attacking. In addition, he also prepared a fire, because it was almost dark at this moment, and he would definitely light a torch when he went up.

After sufficient preparation, Zhang Zhiwen began to climb.

There was almost no foothold on the hundred-foot cliff, and Zhang Zhiwen had to rely on his hands and feet to climb up. This was impossible for ordinary people, except for people like Zhang Zhiwen who practiced the Longevity Sutra. But he was exhausted when he climbed halfway and had to rest.

But he didn't dare to rest for too long. You can't rest for too long when climbing a mountain, otherwise you will lose strength. He could only practice the Longevity Sutra when resting, letting the trace of internal force flow through his limbs and bones to dispel fatigue.

Fortunately, with the Longevity Sutra, Zhang Zhiwen recovered some strength after some adjustments and continued to climb.

However, the further he climbed, the slower he climbed. However, the medicinal herbs were within reach, and Zhang Zhiwen would never give up.

But he couldn't hang on the cliff all night, so he had to find a place to stay.

He had seen it before, and he also found a small protruding place on the cliff. There seemed to be a rock there. Although it was not big, it could barely accommodate one person to stay.

This place was where he would temporarily stay at night. This place was also very close to the large piece of medicinal herbs, which was just right.

I don't know if it was because of the application of the powder, and the fact that it was dark, Zhang Zhiwen didn't encounter any poisonous insects and eagles along the way, and he finally came to this rock smoothly.

When he sat down, Zhang Zhiwen found that he was soaked all over. He was also very hungry, so he quickly took out water and food and drank them.

After eating a little, he breathed a sigh of relief. The night wind on this hundred-foot cliff was quite refreshing. In addition, the dense jungle around it, the calls of various wild animals at night mixed together, and it had a sense of otherworldliness.

If there was food and drink, he would not mind staying in such a place for his whole life. This place is so good, with green mountains and clear waters, and no noise. There are fewer dangers in the secular world, and people don’t need to fight each other.

But it’s a pity that people are people after all, and they have to live in the secular world after all.

Zhang Zhiwen was moved by the scenery. He rarely did this for many years. Most of the time, he fought for a meal.

After resting for a while, he planned to live on the rock temporarily.

However, in order to prevent poisonous insects and wild animals from attacking at night, he still lit a torch.

The torch was lit quickly, illuminating the surroundings. He could see clearly that he was not far from the top of the cliff. He thought that if he collected all the herbs, he might as well climb to the top of the cliff to see what the scenery on the top of the cliff looked like.

But soon, he suddenly froze, because he found that there was a cave behind him.

This cave did not look natural, but seemed to be artificially dug. The entrance was very neat, but because it was blocked by rocks, he did not see the cave under the cliff at that time.

He took the torch and shone it inside. It was dark and seemed to be quite deep. He could not see the end at a glance. Only from time to time, a gust of cold wind blew out of the cave, causing his hair to stand up.

What the hell is this? Could someone be buried here?

Zhang Zhiwen's first thought was this.

Because he had heard that some ancient people liked to bury the dead on such uninhabited cliffs, which seemed to be called hanging burial.

This custom is mostly practiced by natives in remote areas. They are different from people in the Central Plains, and burial is not popular.

If this is the case, Zhang Zhiwen suddenly felt a little unlucky. If he wants to sleep here, isn't it the same as sleeping on someone else's grave?

He has been wandering outside for the past few years. Even if he has no place to sleep, he would not be willing to sleep on someone else's grave. Just find a cave or something. Isn't it cleaner than a grave?

But now, he seems to have no place to stay. There is a cliff of 100 feet below. As for climbing up, he has no strength now. In addition, it is already dark and he can't see clearly what is happening above. What if he encounters a beast when he climbs up? There will be no place to escape!

Well, Zhang Zhiwen can only bite the bullet and sleep on the grave. I hope to get up early tomorrow morning and get some sun to get rid of the bad luck.

But Zhang Zhiwen still murmured in his heart, isn't this native too powerful? This is a cliff of 100 feet. He actually dug a cave and buried people here. How much manpower and financial resources would it take?

Since so much effort has been spent, maybe there are some gold and silver treasures hidden inside?

Zhang Zhiwen had also heard about these things. Such tomb robbery was not uncommon in the martial arts world, but he thought about it and decided to forget it. It was better not to do such immoral things. If he really encountered something unclean, he would have money but no life to spend it.

So he didn't think of crawling in. He took out the prepared linen and simply spread it on the rock, planning to meditate and rest here tonight.

As usual, he meditated and practiced the Changsheng Sutra. He did this almost every day without interruption. Even if the increase in internal strength was very small, he would persist.

But he had just meditated and the internal strength in his body had just come out, and a gust of cold wind suddenly hit him. He was so shocked that he opened his eyes on the spot and stared at the cave behind him.

There was a gust of cold wind just now in this cave, and the feeling was as creepy as if he was stared at by something dirty.

Zhang Zhiwen stared at the cave, but the cave was still dark and silent.

But Zhang Zhiwen's palms were sweating, and he felt that the feeling of being stared at was becoming more and more obvious, as if something was approaching him little by little!