The Strongest Path 14: Training in the Cave (3)

  Soft breeze, echoing in the winding bluestone path, bringing a refreshing air.

  Geng Xiao slowly opened her bright eyes, feeling that her body was filled with strength. She swung her arm, took out food and water to eat some, and continued walking forward.

  After walking for about a quarter of an hour, she faintly felt a chill approaching. The farther she walked, the heavier the chill became, and the thick cold air penetrated her thin clothes and chilled her to the bone.

  She walked slowly, shivering with cold, when suddenly the scene in front of her opened up. It was a world of ice, stretching out as far as the eye could see. Transparent ice walls, beautiful ice waterfalls... long icicles, their pointed tips sharp as arrows, hung neatly upside down from above. In this icy world, the naturally formed ice sculptures emitted dazzling light like crystals. The exquisite craftsmanship made one marvel at the greatness of the creator.

  She no longer had the heart to appreciate the breathtaking view. The extreme chill enveloped her entire body, causing her to shudder incessantly. Her hands tightly wrapped around her chest, helplessly gazing at her thin clothing, this time it wasn't extremely dangerous, but she couldn't help wondering if she would freeze to death inside.

  She took cautious steps forward, the biting cold air constantly stimulating her skin, her face frozen purple, her teeth chattering incessantly.

  This is an extreme cold, even just exhaling a breath will instantly turn into frost. Gradually, the legs start to lose sensation. Stiff as if frozen in place, it's almost impossible to take a step.

  She fell heavily to the ground, "No... I won't... be defeated like this..." she muttered, her frosty eyelashes trembling slightly. With a resolute gaze fixed on what lay ahead, she refused to be defeated by the cold. She struggled forward, crawling step by step.

  Biting her frozen, purple lips, her eyes were filled with unyielding stubbornness. She slowly dragged her heavy body... Finally, she couldn't support herself and fainted to the ground.

  For a long time, a faint voice called out to her, "Master. Master... wake up quickly." In an instant, a faint purple light enveloped her entire body.

  Her eyes, filled with frost, trembled slightly as she slowly opened her clear and cold eyes, looking at the icy world in front of her with a puzzled expression. A hint of weakness was evident in her voice. "Who are you?" Who was calling out to her? Had she frozen into an illusion?

  The purple bangle on his hand emitted a faint glow, "Master, I am Purple Ling." The soft voice came again.

  Looking around in confusion, there wasn't even half a person's shadow. "Where are you? Why can't I see you?" She slowly got up, and gradually the cold feeling on her body disappeared, and her strength also gradually recovered. She seemed to be basking in the spring light.

  "Master, I'm in your hands now." The purple cuff on his hand flashed weakly with a faint purple light.

  She stared at the bracelet on her wrist in incredulity. My god! Can a bracelet talk? Who can tell her what's going on? "Uh... Little Ling, can you tell me what's going on?"

  The bangle sparkled, "Xiao Ling can't tell the master yet. After Xiao Ling's seal is lifted, the master will naturally know. Xiao Ling is tired and wants to go to sleep." Almost forgot that the current master no longer has memories of that time.

  I finally understand why my injuries healed so quickly. It turns out that everything has a close relationship with this bracelet!

  She no longer felt cold, with a hint of pleasure, she glided slowly forward on the ice.

  When the stone gate appeared again, this time it was slightly different from the previous ones. It no longer had the totemic carvings, only mottled green marks, as if it had never been opened before.

  She carefully examined the stone gate from top to bottom, huh? Strange! There was no place that could be opened.

  How can I open this door? She thought, searching up and down. Still, she couldn't find any clues.

  She let out a disappointed sigh, sat down on the ground in frustration, and stared at the stone gate with her eyes fixed on it, as if she could glare a hole into it. No way! She was determined to find a way to open this door no matter what.

  She moved forward, continuing to grope carefully, and found that there were some small bumps under her palm. She lowered her head to take a look, and it seemed to be words. She took out the dagger and carefully scraped off the green marks on the door, and slowly, several lines of characters appeared before her eyes.

  At this moment, I am filled with longing and anxiety, what is the limit of it?

  He does not show reverence for the gods.

  Before frost and snow have fallen.

  The lotus leaves in front of the door are as high as the bridge.

  She carefully read it several times, and a hint of understanding flashed in her eyes. She hooked up a confident smile, stretched out her slender fingers to point at the door, and saw the stone gate flashing dazzling white light "Boom!" The door slowly opened.

  It's indeed correct that this is a riddle poem. The four words 'This is the Gate of Life' at the beginning of the poem are the mechanism to open this stone gate.

  As the stone gate opened, a refreshing fragrance instantly enveloped her nostrils.

  All that can be seen is the light purple gauze floating gently, one layer after another, one strand after another. Looking around, the entire stone chamber is filled with purple gauze everywhere, and walking among them, there is nothing but the fluttering purple gauze.

  She walked step by step very slowly, cautiously looking around, the purple gauze lightly brushing against her face. What kind of place is this? Why does it feel eerie everywhere?

  Suddenly the scene in front of her changed, and the environment in front of her became her home in the 21st century. The spacious living room had a white three-seater sofa in the center, and a huge TV that almost covered an entire wall was playing a program.

  With a "bang", the kitchen door connected to the living room was opened. Fang Qinghuan, wearing an apron, walked out with a smile, holding a cup in her hand. "Yu Yu, you're back! Mom has prepared your favorite soy milk for you." With a loving smile, she gently beckoned to her.

  "Mom? Is it really mom? She stared at everything in front of her with a face full of disbelief, and after the surprise, she was filled with nostalgia and excitement. Suddenly, her eyes were wet with tears, and she shouted loudly: "Mom!" Rushing over to tightly hug her."

  Fang Qinghan affectionately pinched her cute little nose, teasingly saying: "A big person like you is still crying and not afraid of being laughed at? Come on, let's drink the soy milk first, it'll go bad if it gets cold." He handed over the soy milk in his hand to her.

  She lifted her bright smile, happily took over the soy milk, and just about to put it to her lips. Wait, this is in a cave, how can there be mom? She shook her head hard. This must be an illusion, definitely an illusion. She pushed away Fang Qinghuan who was holding her tightly.

  Fang Qinghuan, who was pushed away, wiped away her tears sadly and gazed at her with a resentful look. "Yu Yu! What's wrong? I'm your mother!"

  She walked slowly towards Fang Qinghuan with a hint of confusion in her eyes, gently stroking her cheek. "Mom, don't cry!" In her impression, her mother always wore a warm and loving smile on her face, no matter how sad she was. It was she who had hurt her mother's heart, so she lightly hugged her.

  No one noticed that at this time, a strange and sinister light flashed through Fang Qinghuan's eyes. Suddenly, her fingernails grew longer and quickly slid towards Geng Xiao's neck.

  "Ah!" A sharp pain shot through her neck, making her dazed eyes clear up instantly. No, she wasn't Mom, Mom wouldn't hurt her like that, how could she... She quickly retreated two steps back. How dare they use her beloved mom to deceive her, despicable! Her eyes gleaming with a fierce killing intent, without hesitation, she swung a dagger at Fang Qinghuan.