The next day, at dawn, Hong Buzhu woke up as usual.
Logically speaking, the people in Huasheng Hall have been absorbing divine fire underground for a long time, so their work and rest should be extremely chaotic. But perhaps due to the skill, the people of Huashengtang are extremely sensitive to the feeling of Yang Qi. Whenever the morning light begins to appear, they will feel the faint changes in the air and become energetic.
Although it seems very difficult to understand at this time, some things are so magical that they cannot be explained by common sense.
Hong Buzhu sighed for a few weeks before pushing the door open and coming outside. But before he could take a step forward, he almost tripped and staggered. Looking down, I saw a row of packages of all sizes lined up outside the door.
"Brother Hong, you're awake!" Hong Buzhu was wondering when he suddenly heard Feng Hu's voice from beside him. He was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Feng Hu got up earlier than him.
"Feng Hu, what are you...doing?" Hong Buzhu saw Feng Hu fixing the wooden box on the horse and wondered whether Feng Hu was preparing to go on a long journey?
"Oh... this place is far away from the Yuhu Sect. I am also ordered by City Lord Shi to prepare for Brother Hong's consumption on the road!"
According to Feng Hu, it turned out that City Lord Shi was worried that he would not take good care of him and he could not get away, so he arranged for people to send a lot of supplies. But Feng Hu saw that it was really inconvenient to carry these things, so he found a good horse to help Hong Buzhu carry the things.
Hong Buzhu smiled bitterly when he heard the words: "Speaking of Feng Hu, I went to Yuhu Sect to inquire about things, not to go sightseeing. Where can I use these things? I accept the wishes of you and City Master Shi. These things Forget it!"
"This is not okay!" Feng Hu's face darkened when he heard this, "City Lord Shi gave the order!"
Hong Buzhu had a headache when he heard this: "Feng Hu, do you know why I wear black clothes and black pants?"
"To keep a low profile!" Feng Hu replied.
"That's right! So, if I carry so many things, it will only bring inconvenience. How can I avoid being noticed?" Hong Buzhu said helplessly.
"That's true..." Feng Hu nodded, "Then I'll keep the remaining things for now, and wait until Brother Hong has finished his work before he comes back to pick them up... I'll pick out some necessities for Brother Hong to take with him..."
Hong Buzhu glanced at the things on the ground, then leaned over and picked out two bottles of elixirs and picked them up: "No need to bother, it's enough to bring these two things!"
Feng Hu wanted to say more, but Hong Buzhu quickly interrupted: "I have already said that I will not stop bothering you when I have time in the future. If you are so unreasonable, how can I dare to come next time?"
When Feng Hu saw that Hong Buzhu refused to give in, he could only temporarily agree and led the latter out of the east gate of Cangga City.
"By the way, Feng Hu, I almost forgot something!" Hong Buzhu suddenly said.
"Brother Hong, tell me."
"Who is the elder of the Jade Pot Sect you were talking about earlier?"
"Oh, it's Yunlang...Elder Yunlang."
"It turns out it's him, I know..." Hong Buzhu nodded, "Xiaodouzi, take care!"
"But Elder Yunlang is not here now... huh?" Before Feng Hu finished speaking, he heard that Hong Buzhu was about to say goodbye to him. He turned around and saw a red light leaving quickly.
"Brother Hong! This horse..." Feng Hu didn't expect Hong Buzhu to leave immediately, and his tone was a little anxious. But when he saw that the latter had disappeared like flying clouds and lightning, he smiled bitterly and said to himself: "It seems there is no need..."
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Yu Hu Sect is located in the northeast of Cang La City. To be honest, the straight line distance between the two is not far, but there are countless rapid rivers coming from the far east and flowing to the endless west.
If someone comes by boat from the east, as long as the ferrying skills are superb or the hull is strong enough, they can endure the bumps and ups and downs. It is no exaggeration to say that one can even cross this continent in one day. It's just that there are a lot of rocks blocking the flow not far downstream, which disperses the rapid flow and makes the speed slow down a lot.
Hong Buzhu had been running around for several days since he left Cangga City. He didn't make any other stops along the way except for food. Until now, he encountered a torrent and had to stop.
Because of Hong Buzhu's own skills, he can draw earth fire energy from the underground to replenish his body. Although this energy is far less pure than the divine fire in Huasheng Hall, it is good that Hong Buzhu avoids too much loss, so his complexion Not too tired.
Even so, Hong Buzhu's face was a little troubled...
Because water is naturally in conflict with fire, once the people of Huashengtang come to a place where the water spirit is too strong, they will feel uncomfortable, and the same is naturally true for Hong Buzhu.
Not to mention changing to shallow water, even if the water in front of him is slightly gentler, Hong Buzhu can grit his teeth and try. It's just that he doesn't know the nature of water. If he goes in like this, he may never get out again... But the torrent in front of him is so turbulent that even if he is familiar with the nature of water, it is probably difficult to pass.
Hong Buzhu glanced around and saw that this place was remote and deserted. Except for the two rows of footprints behind him, there was almost no trace of anyone coming here. However, when he saw that the terrain was getting higher in the distance to the east, and there were shadowy figures on it, perhaps a suspension bridge that could pass through the chasm below him, he also ran towards it.
The so-called "Wangshan Run", although it seemed not far there, the road underfoot was bumpy and bumpy, and the terrain was high and low. Hong Buzhu really couldn't use his skills to rush on, and it took him a long time to finally reach it, but then... A moment of disappointment.
Although it is true that this place is a suspension bridge, perhaps due to the age, the wooden boards on the suspension bridge have long since decayed, leaving only two iron cables nailed to the banks on both sides, swaying in mid-air. shake.
Hong Buzhu raised his feet and gave it a try, and found that the two iron ropes were firmly fixed. However, the moment he stepped on them, the two iron ropes began to shake violently, causing him to quickly withdraw his steps, with cold sweat pouring down his back. .
If it were normal, this place would be difficult for Hong Buzhu. Even if he relied only on his arm strength, he could climb over the iron rope. It's just that the closer to the center of the river, the richer the aura of the water became, making it impossible for him to exert any strength. If he passes like this, I'm afraid he will have the same result as if he forced himself to cross the river.
Because the terrain here was quite high, he looked left and right and couldn't find a second path to follow, so he gritted his teeth and decided to take the risk.
He returned to the woods behind him, selected a small tree as thick as his wrist, cut it into a long strip, and put it on two iron ropes, preparing to use his waist strength to slide to the opposite side little by little.
After Hong Buzhu tried it for a while, he found that although it didn't seem easy, it actually worked. Every time he exerted force on his waist, his arms would move the wooden stick forward some distance and get stuck in the gap in the iron rope. In this way, he finally came to the top of the torrent...
The situation at this time was exactly as he had guessed. The water aura around him had weakened his strength. If his lava energy was completely restrained, the consequences would be disastrous, so naturally he could not delay here...
But just when he was about to move forward again, his face suddenly turned pale. He turned around and saw that the two links on the iron rope on the right side were too close together, and the end of the wooden stick was stuck in them. No matter how hard he tried, he could not shake it at all.
Hong Buzhu was hanging in mid-air, neither advancing nor retreating. In desperation, he suddenly lost control of his hand and subconsciously started the Shura Fire Curse, which made the wooden stick sizzle in his hand!
This stick is just ordinary wood, how can it withstand Hong Buzhu's divine fire aura? Fortunately, he reacted in time and retracted the technique in time, which prevented the wooden stick in his hand from breaking into three pieces...but he still left two blackened palm prints on the wooden stick.
Looking at the two marks above his head, Hong Buzhu felt a sense of fear in his heart. After calming down, he suddenly had an idea! There is still some length at both ends of my stick, and the right end is stuck anyway, so why not cut it off directly to free myself from the predicament?
Thinking of this, Hong Buzhu twisted his body and grasped the iron chain with his right hand, preparing to use his left hand to use the Shura Fire Spell to cut off the wooden stick in front of him.
Because Hong Buzhu was nervous and suppressed by the water spirit energy, what was originally an easy task turned into a mess. It took him a lot of effort to put the wooden stick on the iron rope again... and he himself became out of breath.
"Fortunately, no one here saw me... otherwise I would have lost all my face..." Hong Buzhu was usually very calm, so how could he look so embarrassed? He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and continued to move forward. .
But just as he was swinging forward again, an accident happened...
Because the wooden stick was broken, the two palm prints just moved some distance to the right. Although they looked harmless, they had actually suffered a lot of "internal injuries"!
Just as Hong Buzhu's body swung, together, and fell, there was only a click. The wooden stick finally couldn't bear his weight and broke from one of the palm prints.
Hong Buzhu felt that his hands were empty, and his heart suddenly became cold, and he thought to himself: My life is at stake! Then he fell down without any hesitation, and was about to fall into the rushing water below him!
But it was too late. Just after the wooden stick broke with a click, he suddenly heard the sound of several footsteps on the iron rope in front of him. Before he could realize who it was, the sound came. On top of one's own head. Hong Buzhu felt a tightness under his armpits, and was pulled back from the fall by a huge force!
Then, without stopping, the visitor pulled Hong Buzhu on the iron rope and moved forward like a dragonfly touching the water. In the blink of an eye, he was brought to the shore and gently thrown to the ground.
Hong Buzhu was stunned for a long time, and then he finally recovered. He hurriedly cupped his fists at the man behind him and said, "Thank you, senior, for helping me..."
After a burst of kind laughter, the visitor slowly opened his mouth and said: "Monks should be compassionate, Qixue Zun does not need to be polite, Amitabha..."
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