People who have more experience in traveling on the Central continent often say a saying that the horses are dead when they are running on the mountain. There are two connotations: one is that there are many detours in the mountains, and it seems that the distance is very close often takes a long way to detours. The other is that there are many distant roads in the mountains. Horses are good mounts for transportation on flat ground, but they are too dangerous and not suitable for use on mountain roads. Therefore, Zhao Xifeng gave up the horse galloping style early and walked among the mountains with ordinary steps.

It only took Zhao Xifeng a few hours to leave from Panlong Town to the edge of Xifeng Mountain, but the more than 20 miles ahead of the mountain, he walked for fourteen days.

Of course, he could have walked faster, but he was not too anxious to rush. In the mountains and forests, various birds and beasts were far more spiritual than the animals in the town. Zhao Xifeng walked along the way, watching along the way, imitating and imitating along the way.

In the clear spring, imitate the posture of fish swimming, at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, dance with wolves, at the top of the pine forest, chase the lynx cats and wild birds, and at the bottom of the mountain stream, the old turtle falls asleep.

Gradually, the nine postures that Zhao Xifeng learned were no obvious traces of axe-chief on his body, and Zhao Xifeng was also rushing to the road, and he was more and more at ease. He crossed mountains and ridges like walking on the flat ground, quietly advancing towards the natural and spiritual realm in the mouth of the dry sea.

In fact, Zhao Xifeng himself didn't know that the starter of these nine postures was in this Xifeng Mountain to realize the truth. The founder himself would not have thought that more than a hundred years later, there would be a young man who would re-enter his original path in the same way in the place where he realized the truth. Every drink and peck is a destiny.

In the past ten days, Zhao Xifeng's clothes began to become dirty and ragged, but his eyes became clearer, and the child had begun to change to a teenager.

Finally, when the soles of the shoes were worn out and two hiking poles were replaced, Zhao Xifeng came to the foot of the main peak of Xifeng Mountain. When he reached the foot of the mountain, he heard a sharp and clear cry from the clouds, free with a hint of the pride of the overlord of the blue sky.

Hearing this sound, Zhao Xifeng laughed silently.

Xifeng Mountain originally had two main peaks, which had been standing opposite each other for thousands of years, like a couple looking at each other, or two gate gods guarding the northwest gate of the empire side by side. However, more than ten years ago, one of the main peaks broke from it for some reason and formed a platform at the original mountainside, so there was only one main peak left on Xifeng Mountain.

Zhao Xifeng came to the mountainside of the broken mountain and found a cave with wind and snow backing. It was already mid-May, but the mountains were high and cold, and the sky was still covered with ice and snow outside the cave.

Zhao Xifeng took off the dry firewood prepared from the forest at the foot of the mountain and the hares that had been brought from the foot of the mountain. He took out a fire broker and a small bottle of glass from his backpack, lit a bonfire, and ate it with dry food with no salt. Occasionally, he drank a small sip of soju. The wind and snow outside the cave were roaring. In the firelight inside the cave, the barbecue soju reflected a little bit of the moonlight, and it also reflected a little warmth and chicness of the sky. However, some animals inhabited the cave, leaving behind a fishy smell of feces. It was a bit deficient. Zhao Xifeng shook his head and sighed regretfully.

After dinner, the ten-year-old child fell asleep in a pillow with a turtle's sleep.

Early the next morning, Zhao Xifeng took out the rope that had been prepared when he left home, and after trying its strength, he was ready to climb the main peak.

However, when Zhao Xifeng really walked to the foot of the only main peak that is now left, he was stunned. The mountains were hundreds of feet high and mostly cliffs. From bottom to top, it was almost vertical, which was a deterrent.

"Damn, why is there no move in the martial arts given by Master Ku Hai who imitates monkeys? This is what I should do!" Zhao Xifeng smiled bitterly and cursed with a swear word.

No matter how much he complained, Zhao Xifeng still untied the rope, put the stone at one end, threw it out forcefully, and hung a raised rock. Then, he carefully reached out and grabbed it, and slowly climbed up the mountain, whether it was the stone or the frozen ice.

On the first day, Zhao Xifeng had not even finished climbing one-third. When he came, he heard from Ku Hai that the flying eagle was proud and often liked to build nests nearest to the sky, so this height was far from enough.

After returning to the cave to rest on the same road, on the second day, Zhao Xifeng had more knowledge of the mountain and climbing experience. His travel speed was much faster than yesterday. He finally climbed halfway, but he still saw no signs of eagle and falcon activity.

On the third day, Zhao Xifeng finally saw the Eagle Nest as he wished, but only saw a few eagles in the nest. After three days of exhaustion and even risking his life, he saw these few birds like chickens. Zhao Xifeng couldn't help but be funny and depressed. Just when he turned around and was about to leave, Zhao Xifeng suddenly figured out something, slapped himself with his backhand and scolded: "You're so stupid."

It turns out that this season is when the young birds are born and require their mother to go out to hunt in large quantities to fill the empty mouths. Of course, the mother eagle cannot stay in the nest often. Moreover, what Zhao Xifeng wants to learn is the flying eagle hunting action, rather than sticking his neck to quack. Finding the eagle nest has no effect at all!

So Zhao Xifeng climbed back to the foot of the mountain again and returned to the pine forest at the foot of the mountain. After waiting for the middle of the night, he finally caught a black hare. He carried the hare back to the cave with fatigue. He did not slaughter the hare to eat meat, but tied it to the rabbit's hind legs with one end of the rope. The hare was trembling in the cave, whether it was cold or scared. Zhao Xifeng held it in his arms and said, "Little Black Rabbit, whether it will succeed tomorrow depends on you. If it succeeds, I will try not to hurt your life. If it fails, I will have to eat you to drink."

The hare shook even more violently.

On the fourth day, he brought a hare tied with a rope to an open space at the foot of the main peak, dug a large pit in the snow with bare hands, held one end of the rope, buried himself in, leaving only a very small gap to reveal his eyes and mouth and nose. At the other end of the rope, the hare was alone outside.

In this way, the black hare seemed to have lit a conspicuous ink dot at the foot of a snow-covered mountain, which was extremely conspicuous. Zhao Xifeng did not feel cold when he was carrying the turtle in the snow, and said, "I don't believe you won't come."

It turned out that he was going to use the hare as bait to lure the mother eagle on the top of the mountain to come and hunt for him to steal.

In fact, Zhao Xifeng could have taken away a nest of young eagles yesterday, and the effect might be better, but from the beginning, Zhao Xifeng did not think about this aspect. He would rather go to the foot of the mountain to work for most of the day, and his pity for his young son rather than killing easily is Zhao Wu's teaching and Zhao Xifeng's valuable kindness to the world.

Zhao Xifeng lay in the snow, waiting silently. Under the turtle diving technique, his body temperature dropped to the lowest point. The white snow buried on his body did not show any obvious signs of melting, allowing it to hide perfectly around the hare. It did not cause it to suffer from frostbite, and it would not cause frostbite and body to be damaged.

Finally, after waiting for about an hour, a familiar sound came from the sky. Zhao Xifeng looked into the sky through the small crack. A bird with a wingspan of more than one person was hovering high and low above his head.

Here comes! Zhao Xifeng was excited and clenched his fists.
Chapter completed!