Wang Bushi briefly explained what happened outside the tunnel. Everyone felt very happy when they heard that they could leave.
Rain comes after a long drought, old friends meet in a foreign land, old trees bloom, and the dead come back to life. These are all happy things.
Everyone began to pack their luggage, and following Wang BuSheng's instructions, everyone made a pair of kneepads with their own clothes. Wang BuShu didn't have his own luggage at all, but someone had already made it for him.
Zhang Jinghui took another pair of kneepads that she had prepared, squatted down, and put them on for Wang Busheng.
Seeing Wang Bushi's bleeding knee, Zhang Jinghui asked with great distress, "Does it hurt?"
"Hehe, it's okay," Wang BuSheng replied sheepishly. He had never been so kind to anyone before. Wang BuSheng was a little shy, except of course Lao BuSheng. It was necessary to understand whether beating or scolding was love.
Looking down, Zhang Jinghui gently put a kneepad on her knee. Women who work seriously are the most beautiful. Seeing the serious look on Zhang Jinghui's face, Wang Busheng's heart was suddenly touched. He felt warm in his heart and said no. A strange feeling.
Well, one is at the top and the other is at the bottom. It is very much like a scene from some kind of movie. The condescending Wang Bu Shei naturally saw the beautiful scenery. Of course, Wang Bu Shei still restrained himself and did not act like an animal. However, the scar on the collar That piece of snow-white skin once again illuminated Wang Bushi's eyes. He was wearing kneepads for himself, and he was peeking at others evilly. He was still a human being, and his conscience would be at peace. Finally, the little beast of justice skewered the beast to death, and Wang Budie He hurriedly closed his eyes, okay, it's better to take a look, it's okay to be half-human and half-animal, so Wang Busui opened another eye.
Seeing Wang Bu's eyes squeezing, Zhang Jinghui asked with concern: "Wang Bu's, did I hurt you?"
Hearing this, Wang Busheng always felt a little strange, but he couldn't remember it for a moment, so he could only give up. He couldn't tell the truth, so he could only pretend to be righteous and said: "Men are not afraid of pain. Being afraid of pain doesn’t make you a man.”
Zhang Jinghui laughed after hearing this and said, "Okay, it's fastened, how about you try it."
Wang Bu Si jumped a few times, but fortunately, it was very firm, and then he said with a smile: "Thank you, let me tie it for you."
Zhang Jinghui's face turned red and she hurriedly refused. What would happen if she asked Wang Busheng to tie it for her?
At this moment, Qian Duoduo and Qian Duoduo had also tied up. Seeing Zhang Jinghui and Qian Duoduo here, Qian Duoduo asked: "Sister Jinghui, are you okay?"
"Okay, okay, we're leaving right now."
Everyone ate some more food, put out the fire, and got ready to set off. Wang Busheng wanted to take the pheasants, hares, and leftover venison with him, but the tunnel was really narrow, and he might get stuck with so much luggage on his back. In the tunnel, there was no way in or out, so we had to give up reluctantly. Well, they are all original, green, pollution-free food without any additives, which is quite wasteful.
The first one to enter the tunnel was Wang Busheng, followed closely by Zhang Jinghui and Qian Duoduo. Finally, there is more money. As a man, he naturally has to be in the most dangerous position to guard his female compatriots.
The tunnel was very small, and the strength of the three of them was very limited, so they climbed slowly. There were a lot of rocks on the ground, but fortunately they had kneepads, so they didn't feel any pain when they arrived.
"Follow everyone, pay attention to the protruding rocks above your head," Wang Busei instructed as he climbed.
"Oops" Qian Duoduo said.
"What's wrong?" the three asked worriedly.
"Ouch, it hurts me to death." Qian Duoduo covered his head and bared his teeth and continued: "Brother Fudie, did you do it on purpose? Why do you have to wait for someone to touch your head before reminding them?"
Wang Busui was very innocent, but when they heard that Qian Duoduo was still in the mood to joke, everyone felt relieved that everything should be fine.
Qian Duoduo shouted from behind: "Little sister, are you okay?"
"It's okay." Qian Duoduo touched his head and looked at it by the light of the torch. Fortunately, there was no blood. He couldn't help complaining: "The Holy Emperor is so fat today, how did he escape from this tunnel?"
When Wang Bushi heard this, he also felt very strange, "Could it be that the Holy One is also a martial arts master who has practiced strange martial arts like Bone Shrinking Kung Fu?"
Qian Duoduo was also behind, and he took advantage of this short rest time to say: "How can the Holy Master know any martial arts? Not to mention that he has no strength to tie a chicken with his hands, he can't even do the simplest three-legged cat's martial arts."
Zhang Jinghui also stopped to rest and explained to everyone: "That battle took place when the Ming Empire was first established, and the Holy Emperor was not that fat at that time."
"I heard from my grandpa that the Holy Father has been a monk for more than 20 years. He has no business, study or work every day, and his body is still very fat." Wang Busheng asked again. For a person who does nothing but eat, it is difficult not to gain weight.
Zhang Jinghui then explained, "What you said is correct, but later the Holy Emperor launched an uprising and fought for more than ten years. The logistical support was not sufficient, so he would definitely lose weight."
Wang Bushit thought so, so he said with a smile: "The Holy Lord has crawled back and forth in this tunnel countless times. I don't know how much dragon energy is left here. Do you feel refreshed?"
When the three of them heard this, their heads were filled with black threads. "I don't think I have any dragon energy, but my athlete's foot is pretty much the same."
The tunnel is connected to the outside, so the air can circulate, and it will not be suffocated. You can go out immediately after putting it on the horse, so everyone just sat down and rested for a while.
On the road again. Not long after climbing, we saw the sun shining in. Seeing the hope of survival, everyone speeded up a bit.
Wang Bushi jumped out of the hole, and then helped Zhang Jinghui and Qian Duoduo climb up. Qian Duoduo also wanted to be helped, but Wang Bushi turned around in disgust.
At this time, the rain has passed and the sky is clear, and there is a rainbow in the distance between the two mountains.
The spring breeze carries a white horse with purple silk reins, and it is the time when silkworms are sleeping to pick mulberries.
I have been willing to follow the dusk rain for five nights, and I have been waiting for the autumn frost for a hundred years.
I looked again for the embroidery ribbon and the vermilion vines, and even recognized the long green grass on the skirt.
In order to repay the journey to the west and reduce the hatred of leaving, Ruan Lang went to marry Liu Lang.
The scenery after the rain is still beautiful. The trees and grass branches are covered with rainwater, reflecting the light in the exposed sun.
Take a breath of air after the rain, with the fragrance of earth.
Qian Duoduo stretched out his hands and shouted excitedly to the sky, "It's finally out."
The other three were also very happy. Each found a stone to sit down and rest.
"Ouch!" Qian Duoduo, who had just sat down, suddenly jumped up and covered his butt.
The three of them stood up quickly in surprise and looked down at their buttocks.
"What's going on? I got poked in the butt again." Wang Bushit walked over and asked with concern.
There was more money and black streaks all over his head, and the painful memories of that night were once again engraved in his mind.
"Brother Immortal, why again?" Qian Duoduo was very curious.
Qian Duoduo's face became even darker. He looked at Wang Budie and signaled him not to say anything.
Wang Bu Die laughed without saying a word. He looked at the place where Qian Daduo had been sitting, "Hey, why is there a knife here?"
Zhang Jinghui also walked over, took a closer look, wiped off the dirt on the stone and said, "There are still words engraved on it."
"Hurry and take a look to see if so-and-so is here." Wang Busheng shouted.
Zhang Jinghui looked at the words on it and muttered: "If I don't avenge this, I will never be a human being."
"Well, why didn't so-and-so come here for a visit?" Wang Busheng was very depressed. That's how it's done on TV.
Qian Duoduo covered his buttocks and looked at the handwriting on it. It was crooked and had no sense of beauty at all, and said, "This must be the handwriting of the Holy One."
When Qian Duoduo heard this, he also looked at it and said, "Well, yes, that's right. Just like the handwriting below, the words written by the saint are very ugly."
"How do you know so much," Wang Budie asked, unsure.
The three of them did not answer, and had no way of answering.
Wang Budie didn't care. He looked at Zhu Xiluo's eight words filled with hatred, and couldn't help but want to complain a few more words: "It's true that the holy master's cultural level is very low. He was chased like a lost dog, so he wrote these words." To vent, I have to compose a poem no matter what."
"I'm so busy running for my life that I don't have time to write poetry," Qian Duoduo said at the side.
Wang Buyi thought the same thing. He was not well educated and had to use his brain. It was estimated that time would not allow it. He left a few words just to regain some face.
"There is another knife here," Zhang Jinghui said and went to pull out the knife.
After a slight exertion, the knife was still firmly stuck in the stone and did not move at all.
Zhang Jinghui tried her best again, but the result was the same. She stepped forward even though she had more money. Men always have more strength. The result was still the same, the sword did not move at all.
Seeing that neither of them pulled out the sword, Qian Duoduo gave up the idea of going up and giving it a try, and said from the side: "I know, this is a spiritual sword. Only those who are destined can pull it out. ".
Everyone is full of black lines. Just now they were tomb robbers, but now they are martial arts.
Zhang Jinghui looked at Wang Busheng and said, "You give it a try,"
Wang Bu Shou nodded, stepped forward, and exerted force with one hand, but the knife did not move.
Qian Duoduo said from the side: "Brother Fudie, you can't do this."
Wang Bushit turned to look at Qian Duoduo and asked, "What good idea do you have?"
"Brother Immortal, you have to put a drop of your own blood on the sword. The sword is spiritual and requires a drop of blood to identify its owner." Qian Duoduo explained seriously.
Well, okay, everyone present now has dark faces.
Wang Bushi no longer paid attention to Qian Duoduo, he held the handle of the knife with both hands, spread his legs, pressed his body down, held his breath, and concentrated all his strength. With a sudden force, the knife was finally pulled out.
The rumors in the world are false, but Zhu Xiluo still practiced. Otherwise, why would the knife be inserted so deeply?
"Wow, brother Immortal is so awesome, so strong," Qian Duoduo shouted happily, "I will be your biggest fan from now on."
Wang Bushi showed a calm expression and said: "I treat everything like floating clouds."
Observe this knife carefully. It is not long. It is shorter than Zhang Jinghui's standard saber. The blade is completely black and does not have many fancy decorations. There are no attachments such as gemstones, gold paper, etc. It is not like the one on Zhang Jinghui's hand. The handle of the saber is hollow, and there are some urgently needed items inside. However, under the sunlight, the blade shines coldly, and it looks like a treasure sword at first glance.
Wang Busui tried to insert the stone into the stone, but the blade was gone, and only the handle remained outside. Well, there are rumors in the world that Zhu Xiluo does not know martial arts.
Seeing the sword inserted directly into the stone, Zhang Jinghui was surprised and said: "What a sharp sword."
Wang Busui pulled out the sword again, leaving no trace on the blade. Not even a scratch.
Wang Busui didn't dare to keep such a precious sword for himself, and it might have been left by Zhu Xiluo. I had heard that Zhu Xiluo was a small-minded person a long time ago.
If he knew that he had the knife in his hand, would he say that he had stolen it and would have to guard against it?
Wang Bushi handed the knife to Zhang Jinghui and said, "You better take it." It's not that Wang Bushit wanted to harm Zhang Jinghui, but Wang Bushit felt that Zhang Jinghui's temperament matched the sword very well, and they were both once-in-a-millennium treasures.
Zhang Jinghui was still very happy when Wang Busui gave the knife to her, but she shook her head and refused: "You should take it, it's useless for me to keep it. Besides, I also have a knife."
"Brother Immortal, since you pulled it out, it means that the sword has been recognized by its owner. This is also fate. You can keep it yourself." Qian Duoduo persuaded from the side.
Well, it’s not just about martial arts, it’s also about romance, and there’s a fate with a knife, maybe it’s about falling in love and killing each other.
Wang Busui looked at the sword, and he liked it very much. From now on, he wouldn't have to tear it apart with his hands when eating chicken. But when he thought of the petty Zhu Xiluo, Wang Busei was still a little scared, and asked weakly: "This knife is very good." Maybe it's from the Holy One. If I took his things, he wouldn't behead me."
Qian Daduo patted Wang Busheng on the shoulder and said, "You are thinking too much."
Zhang Jinghui also said, "No, the Holy One is not that stingy."
Zhang Jinghui also wanted to say that Zhu Xiluo only liked to chew pig trotters and never cared about other things. The thought of being suspected of slandering the Holy Emperor was suppressed in his stomach and he did not say it out loud.
Wang Bushit thought so. Besides, it was impossible for him to see Zhu Xiluo, so how could he know that his knife fell into his hand. Just follow him.
