65: Chapter 65 Winter Goes and Spring Comes

The moment he stepped into the cave, Yun Song's tense nerves finally relaxed slightly.

Fortunately, he had previously exchanged for thirty bottles of bigu pill at the Contribution Hall, so he did not need to worry about hunger.

In this temporarily safe cave, Yun Song decided to take out the "Spirit Guiding Art" to attempt to Cultivate.

He sat cross-legged in a corner of the cave, with his five centers facing the sky, and slowly closed his eyes.

Following the guidance of the first level of the Cultivation Technique, "Initial Perception of Spiritual Breath," he tried his best to explore the Spiritual Qi drifting between heaven and earth.

However, no matter how focused he was or how many times he tried, he could never sense any trace of Spiritual Qi.

In desperation, he picked up his mining hoe and walked to the snow outside the cave.

As soon as he moved, he instantly executed the Gale Leg, his legs kicking into the Void Realm like a storm, stirring up snowflakes that flew everywhere.

Immediately after, he swung the mining hoe, striking the snow violently and splashing up a large mist of snow.

At this moment, in his eyes, the snow in front of him had turned into a fierce enemy.

He stayed in this place for half a year.

After half a year of hard training in the Gale Leg and the Eight Styles of the Mining Hoe, both Martial Skills had advanced by one rank, and his strength had risen accordingly.

When not practicing Martial Skills, he would carefully observe the remaining spirit talismans one by one.

The runes on the spirit talismans were drawn with a blend of two or three colors, and the marks in the center of the runes varied in shape: some looked like small knives.

Some were like thumb-sized flames.

Some looked like spring bamboo shoots, which was truly amazing.

Time flowed leisurely, and the seasons changed quietly.

The withered trees sprouted tender green buds, and wildflowers across the mountains and plains vied for beauty.

Heaven and earth were like a magnificent painting slowly unfolding, transitioning from the silver-clad winter to the colorful spring.

One day, he stood quietly at the cave entrance, gazing at the brand-new scenery before him. He muttered to himself: "The danger may have dissipated, it is time to set off for home."

After speaking, he returned to the cave to organize his belongings.

Since leaving The Mine, after another half year of consumption, there were now eighteen bottles of bigu pill left, which was the key to his future survival.

There were still eleven spirit talismans left, each containing powerful energy, serving as his confidence to deal with unknown dangers.

He selected three spirit talismans to put in his bosom for emergencies, and packed the remaining bigu pill, books, and spirit talismans neatly into a cloth bag, tied the opening, and hung it on the mining hoe.

Everything packed, he looked around the cave once more, confirmed nothing was left behind, turned around, and stepped out of the cave.

On a spring morning, the warm sun shone for the first time.

Wildflowers bloomed wantonly along the roadside, vying for beauty, with their rich fragrance wafting towards him.

He carried his bag slung across his shoulder, sometimes strolling leisurely, sometimes flashing forward.

A colorful butterfly fluttered over and landed lightly on his palm.

The butterfly stayed on his palm for a moment, seemingly attracted by this sudden warmth and novelty, but in an instant, as if noticing something, it flapped its wings in panic and flew away wildly.

Just as he was about to reach out to catch the next butterfly, a sound suddenly came from behind him.

"Patta!"

"Wuwu!"

He turned back instinctively, only to see a chubby boy lying on the ground, wailing loudly, with tears and snot streaming down his face.

His clothes were covered in dust, clearly having taken a hard fall, and there was blood on the corner of his mouth, with a few pieces of broken silver scattered on the ground beside him.

He felt pity and hurriedly stepped forward, intending to help pick up the broken silver.

However, the boy was like a startled hedgehog; his crying stopped abruptly, and he swept his hands in front of him, quickly gathering the silver on the ground into his arms.

He didn't even bother to wipe the blood from his mouth, his eyes wide and round, staring at Yun Song in panic.

Seeing this, Yun Song hurriedly explained: "Little brother, don't misunderstand, I just wanted to help you pick up the silver on the ground."

However, the boy's face was full of wariness, his eyes wide as copper bells, his gaze seeming to say: "I believe you? How is that possible!"

Yun Song rolled his eyes helplessly, muttering to himself that this little brat was truly troublesome, and he couldn't be bothered to waste his breath explaining further.

"Of the thirty-six stratagems, fleeing is the best."

As he slipped away, he kept muttering in his heart: "I must not let anyone else see, or they might misunderstand me."

"If they mistakenly think I'm bullying this child, I won't be able to clear my name. It's better to leave this place of trouble quickly."

He turned around and continued strolling forward, his pace neither fast nor slow.

He hadn't gone far when a timid, cowardly voice came from behind him.

"Big brother, can you do me a favor?"

Yun Song didn't turn his head, his steps didn't stop, and his tone was indifferent: "What is it?"

The boy mumbled, his eyes red and pitiful: "I... I sprained my ankle... I can't walk, can... can you help me up?"

After speaking, he carefully observed Yun Song's expression, his eyes full of expectation and anxiety.

Yun Song shook his head helplessly at first, but in the end, he couldn't bear to leave him, so he turned back to the boy's side.

"Which foot hurts?"

The boy didn't speak, just stretched out his little hand and pointed to his left foot.

Yun Song gently grasped the boy's left foot and felt it carefully.

"Your foot is sprained, it just needs to be reset, you have to bear with it, it will be fine soon."

After two crisp sounds of "ka, ka,"

"Ah! Ah!" the little boy cried out in pain.

"Alright, try taking a few steps and see." Yun Song put down the boy's foot.

The boy was half-believing, half-doubting, gently putting his foot down, carefully leaning on Yun Song, and tentatively took two steps.

Hey, it really didn't hurt anymore!

The boy looked at Yun Song in surprise and said crisply: "Thank you, big brother!"

Yun Song smiled and asked curiously: "What were you doing running so fast just now? You must be careful next time."

The boy ignored Yun Song's words, as if he had suddenly remembered something important, and his expression changed drastically.

"Oh no, this is bad! I still need to get medicine, I have to hurry back to treat my mother, I don't have time to talk to you anymore."

Hearing the word "treat," Yun Song's curiosity was piqued, and he asked: "What happened to your mother?"

The boy looked at Yun Song with a rather surprised look: "Big brother, you don't know! Aren't you from this village?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, the boy seemed to react and said apologetically: "Oh, oops, look at my brain, you must not be from this village, I know everyone in the village! My reaction is just slow."

"Big brother, I really don't have time, I must go get medicine to save my mother, goodbye!"

After saying this, the boy ran away like a gust of wind.

Yun Song was stunned on the spot, and the boy's childish voice came from afar: "Big brother, wait for me here, I'll be right back to tell you!"