At this time, the sky was already dark. Yang Dingtian looked up at the sky. Because the cave was too deep, the originally wide hole was only the size of a palm. Therefore, Yang Dingtian could only see the palm-sized sky.
At this time, the moon rose into the sky and passed the sky above Yang Dingtian's head. He could clearly see that there were two moons.
In Su Dongpo's poem, he wrote, "I hope people last long, thousands of miles apart, and we share the beauty of the moon."
But now, the moon that Yang Dingtian and his parents saw was no longer the same one. There were even two moons here.
Sadness and fatigue attacked Yang Dingtian. He looked at the old man not far away. The old man still had his eyes closed and did not move.
At this point, there was nothing to be afraid of.
Therefore, Yang Dingtian also slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
When he woke up again, it was dozens of hours later.
Yang Dingtian wanted to get up and continue to look for a way out of the cave, but he found that he could not stand up at all.
The hunger for several days and nights had completely exhausted the energy in his body. The heat that he had stored for decades was completely used up in order to save the old man and melt the icicle.
In the past few days and nights, Yang Dingtian only drank a few mouthfuls of melted ice water and did not eat any food. He also lost a lot of blood. At this time, he wanted to stand up, but he really did not have the strength to do so.
At this time, the sky outside was gloomy. There was no sun, and layers of dark clouds pressed down.
Then, the sky began to snow. Snowballs the size of fists suddenly fell from the sky.
After a while, the snow covered the bottom of the cave with a thick layer.
The old man still had his eyes closed and did not move. Gradually, his whole body was completely covered by the snow. After about an hour, the old man's whole body could not be seen. He had become a snowman.
The snow on Yang Dingtian's body gradually thickened. The heat from his body could not even melt the snow at this time.
In order not to be buried by the snow, Yang Dingtian shook his head hard.
But after a while, he was covered by the snow again. Yang Dingtian shook his head again.
Once, twice, thrice …
In the end, Yang Dingtian did not even have the strength to shake his head. His body completely lost the last trace of heat, and he could only watch as the snow completely buried him and his life.
Suddenly, the snow on the old man's body shook. The old man moved.
He reached into his bosom, took out a red object, and threw it in Yang Dingtian's direction.
It was a red pill. When the pill landed on the snow, the surrounding snow instantly melted. On the snow-white snow, the red pill was as dazzling as a flame.
At this moment, Yang Dingtian's will to live gave him the last bit of strength. He pounced forward and opened his mouth to bite the red pill.
As for whether or not it was poison?
What would happen if he ate it?
Yang Dingtian completely ignored him.
As soon as the pill entered his mouth, it immediately melted in his mouth like a raging fire. Like a flowing flame, it drilled into his abdomen. Then, a wave of heat spread out and flowed into the blood vessels in his body.
Suddenly, as if the warm sun of spring shone on the earth, Yang Dingtian's stiff body began to recover inch by inch.
Soon, his whole body became a burning furnace again, completely restored to vitality.
In fact, there was a powerful force rampaging within his body, desperately trying to burst out. Yang Dingtian felt that his body had an inexhaustible amount of energy.
"What is this?
It's actually so magical? "
Yang Dingtian was surprised and excited. He then walked to the old man and bowed. "Thank you, sir!"
"However, your body can't take it anymore. Don't you want to eat one?" Yang Dingtian asked.
The old man ignored him. He still sat with his eyes closed, letting the snow fall on his body, and once again wrapped himself into a snowman.
After that, no matter what Yang Dingtian said, the other party did not respond.
Yang Dingtian, who was full of heat, did not know what to do. The cave was only so big. He waved his fist randomly in the snow. It was a complete mess.
The snow was getting heavier and heavier. In just half a day, it had piled up about two feet, almost completely burying the old man. So Yang Dingtian went over to clean the snow on the old man's body every half an hour.
"The snow is so heavy and piled up so fast. I'm afraid that in a few years, the cave will be full." Yang Dingtian thought.
Then, he could not help but feel ecstatic. He rushed to the old man and said, "Sir, sir, I found a way out. I found a way out."
But the old man still did not respond.
Yang Dingtian had indeed found a way out. He could use the snow to make steps and freeze them on the ice cave wall. The cave entrance was about a few thousand meters deep. The ice and snow steps circled around it. It would probably take tens of thousands of steps.
Yang Dingtian did as he said. First, he used the snow to press it into a foot long, half a foot wide, and three inches thick snow brick. Then, he pressed this snow brick to the ice cave wall. He used his body to melt the snow brick into water, and then condensed it into ice. The snow brick became a small ice brick and firmly stuck to the cave wall.
After spending a full hour, Yang Dingtian successfully made the first step. The ice step was more than half a meter high from the ground. Yang Dingtian stood on it. Sure enough, it could withstand the weight of a person without breaking.
So, Yang Dingtian began to make the second step. The second step was located thirty centimeters above the first step and thirty centimeters in front of it.
Step by step, the steps were slanted upwards. This way, one could walk up. If it was a vertical step, one would not be able to walk.
For a full ten hours, Yang Dingtian put in a lot of effort and made less than ten ice steps. He was exhausted. He first sat down to sleep. When he woke up, he continued.
… …
Ten days later, Yang Dingtian had made 120 ice steps. The top step was already 40 meters from the bottom of the cave.
In these ten days, the old man still had his eyes closed and did not move. He did not say a word.
Yang Dingtian was making ice steps almost every minute and every second. When he was extremely sleepy, he would lie down on the snow and sleep. When he woke up, he would continue.
However, Yang Dingtian was unable to continue doing it.
Because the snow only fell for a day and stopped, these 120 ice steps had used up all the snow in the cave.
If he wanted to make ice steps again, he could only wait for the next snow.
Moreover, the energy of the Flame Pill had been completely depleted.
Yang Dingtian's body began to feel cold again. There was no strength in his body.
Yang Dingtian looked up at the sky. He had never looked forward to the arrival of dark clouds and snow as much as he did now.
But there were no clouds in the sky and the sun was shining.
At this time, the old man suddenly opened his eyes. This was the first time he opened his eyes in ten days.
He looked at the ice steps made by Yang Dingtian and then looked at Yang Dingtian.
Yang Dingtian suddenly became excited. He looked at his ice steps proudly and said excitedly, "Old mister, look, these are the steps I made. We can go out soon.
Don't worry, my steps are very solid. When the time comes, I will carry you out. "
There was no reaction on the old man's face. There was no look of appreciation. He slowly closed his eyes again, as if he did not see anything.
But he took out a pill from his bosom and threw it over.
It was still a fiery red pill. Yang Dingtian hurriedly picked it up and threw it into his mouth.
Suddenly, his whole body began to burn as if it was filled with endless power.
It filled him with the desire to roar, but he was afraid of disturbing the old man. So he could only desperately punch to vent the rampaging energy in his body.
This pill was too magical. There was no such magical thing on earth.
This thing should be very precious. Perhaps it was worth tens of thousands of gold.
With this pill, Yang Dingtian could go for dozens of days without eating and his body would not lack energy.
But this pill was so precious. Yang Dingtian did not have the slightest idea of taking it for himself. He also did not have the idea of going forward to snatch the pill.
Yang Dingtian, who had taken the pill, could not vent his energy. He was looking forward to the snow.
As long as it snowed, he could sit on the ice steps and leave this damned place as soon as possible.
Finally, the heavens seemed to hear Yang Dingtian's prayer. It might also be the arrival of winter.
On the fifth day after Yang Dingtian took the second pill, the sky finally snowed again. Although it was not as big as the last time, it was not small either.
Suddenly, Yang Dingtian was almost crazy with excitement. He desperately roared.
Before the snow piled up a few inches, he impatiently began to make snow bricks.
Suddenly, the old man's body moved. The snow on his body shook off.
The old man opened his eyes and waved at Yang Dingtian. He opened his mouth and said two words. Although Yang Dingtian still did not understand, he understood that the old man wanted him to go over.
Yang Dingtian hurried over and said: "Old sir, look, it's snowing again. We can go out soon."
The old man smiled. This was the first time in more than half a month that the old man smiled.
Then, the old man stretched out his finger and wrote a word in the snow. A word that Yang Dingtian did not recognize.
Then, the old man read the word. After reading it, the old man pointed to himself.
Yang Dingtian suppressed his excitement and said: "Old sir, are you going to teach me the words and language of this world?"
The old man did not understand what Yang Dingtian was saying. He still pointed to the word on the ground and read it again. Then, he pointed to himself with his finger.
"The word you wrote should be what I meant."
Yang Dingtian: "Then, I wrote the word 'I' in the snow. Then, I slowly read it and pointed to myself."
"I …" The old man listened to it once and read it accurately. Then, he pointed to the word 'I' in the snow, then pointed to himself. Finally, he used his finger to write the word 'I' in the snow.
Yang Dingtian was surprised and speechless. This old man was too awesome.
He only listened to it once and read it once, and he could read and write it.
Yang Dingtian's handwriting was already very good, but he didn't expect the old man's first handwriting to be even better than his. His strokes were firm and sharp, and they were deeply engraved into his bones.
Then, the old man wrote the word he wrote in the snow again. Then, he read it again and pointed to himself.
Yang Dingtian hurriedly read it and wrote it in the snow. This was the word 'I' in this world.
Yang Dingtian's pronunciation and writing were more accurate. The old man smiled and nodded. Then, he wrote another word in the snow, read it out, and pointed to Yang Dingtian.
This time, it should be the word 'you' in another world.