Seven or eight kilograms of food was naturally not enough for Jiang Lin and the drunkard, so Jiang Lin did not return to Shuangjiao Peak, but went straight to the main road.
He still wanted to try his luck. If a desperate caravan passed by, wouldn't it be possible to solve the food and drink problem for a long time?
At this time, the sun was shining in the sky, and the skin was burned and painful. After taking a breath, his chest felt as uncomfortable as being on fire. Jiang Lin stepped faster and faster. If the sun continued to shine, his flesh and blood would definitely not be able to bear it.
Jiang Lin trotted quickly, stopped near a mound on the roadside, took off his food, and quickly dug out a hole. Although it was very narrow, it could accommodate one person. Jiang Lin dug into it without saying a word. He went in, exposed half of his body, took out a piece of leather from the leather bag, covered his body with sand, and even if he walked by, he might not be able to spot Jiang Lin.
Whether he can meet the "destined person" depends on God's will. Jiang Lin prayed secretly in his heart, holding the cold ax in his hand. The appearance of the drunkard appeared in his mind again, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
Among the many bandits in Liangjie Mountain, Jiang Lin's skills were outstanding. Many bandits had learned from him personally, but it was the ax in his hand that made people shy away.
His ax is not overbearing, but his control of the power is so perfect that he can even carve words on insects.
A few years ago, someone was jealous of Jiang Lin's territory and attacked him, but Jiang Lin split his scalp directly with an ax without hurting his life. This move shocked many people and made Jiang Lin famous in both worlds. The mountain became famous.
After waiting for half a day, there was not even a ghost. Jiang Lin was wondering whether to continue waiting. He was full, but there was still a mouth in the house. These few kilograms of food would not last long, unless...
Just as Jiang Lin was thinking, a blurry white shadow in the distance cheered up Jiang Lin. He took a closer look and found a figure gradually approaching on the road in the distance.
This is an old man wearing a white gown and straw shoes. His hair is white, but his face is ruddy and he looks very energetic.
What caught Jiang Lin's attention was the bamboo basket he was carrying behind him, but Jiang Lin was not in a hurry to show up, but felt very strange.
This is not a long street, Taiping reigns, this is the Two Boundary Mountains, a place where no matter where you dig, you won’t know how many corpses you can dig out. For such an old man to be able to walk here alone, he must be an expert.
However, the master Jiang Lin didn't want to let it go. Looking at the bamboo basket, it was neither big nor small. It should contain water and food. Jiang Lin was very confident in his skills. After showing off a few unique skills, he thought the opponent would be more knowledgeable, even if he was defeated. , Jiang Lin is equally confident in his footwork.
As soon as he thought about it, the old man in white was already less than ten feet away from him. Jiang Lin no longer hid, he jumped up with both arms, and jumped directly in front of the old man with a leap in the air.
He pulled out the ax from behind, stared hard, and said in a cold tone: "Robbery!"
He has been saying this for seven years, but today this time he was a bit lacking in confidence, but his posture was still very strong, which obviously made the old man stunned.
Immediately, the smile on the old man's face became brighter, he looked around and said with a hint of joking: "During this journey, little brother, you are the only one who comes out to rob alone."
"A person is simpler and can settle accounts more clearly. I am easy to talk to here. Leave half of the water and food and you can leave."
Hearing Jiang Lin's words, the old man smoothed his white hair hanging down his temples and let out a hearty chuckle. Although there was no sarcasm in it, it made Jiang Lin very uncomfortable and he clenched his hands tightly. He held the ax tighter, and he couldn't help but feel a desire to retreat, which had never happened before.
Jiang Lin had a vague feeling in his heart that if he took action, he would probably lose, and this feeling was getting stronger and stronger.
What Jiang Lin didn't expect was that the old man took off the bamboo basket and placed it on the ground. His smile did not fade and he stretched out his hand to Jiang Lin and said, "There are some gadgets and food here. You can take some if you like." "
Unexpectedly, the other party was so understanding, but Jiang Lin did not let down his guard. After all, there had been situations before where he knelt down to beg for mercy and then suddenly drew a sword.
Jiang Lin just glanced at the bamboo basket on the ground, looked at the old man in front of him in surprise, and said in disbelief: "That's all?"
The old man nodded, with a smile still on his face: "Brother, I see that you are not one of those evil people. Looting in this dangerous place is not a long-term solution. I am going to the eastern seaboard. If you don't mind, we will We can travel together, wouldn’t it be better than a place like this?”
Facing the invitation, Jiang Lin did not answer. He looked at the items in the bamboo basket with some suspicion and asked, "How did you get here with just these broken stones and a bunch of grapes?"
It would take three or four days at the fastest to cross the Liangjie Mountains, and this amount of food is not enough for one meal.
Jiang Lin picked up this bunch of crystal-clear grapes. Under the light, the green color was like emerald, and the faint fragrance came to his face, like a cool breeze blowing by. The burning feeling disappeared instantly, and every time The grapes were of different sizes, and the lines on them were really strange, as if something was vaguely flowing.
Jiang Lin swallowed, and without saying a word, he took one and stuffed it into his mouth. It melted in his mouth, and the cold liquid surged throughout his body. This feeling was something he had never experienced in twenty years of living.
"Are grapes so delicious..." Jiang Lin murmured to himself. It was ridiculous to say that Jiang Lin had seen this kind of thing once a long time ago, and it was very far away. This was the first time he had eaten this kind of thing in his long life. Fruit, after all, caravans rarely have the habit of carrying fruit, so there are rarely fresh fruits here in Liangjie Mountain.
After tasting the grapes, Jiang Lin was not polite and ate them one by one. He felt so comfortable that every pore in his body was about to open. The taste was indescribable.
After eating almost half of it, Jiang Lin put the rest back into the bamboo basket, picked up a few stones of different shapes inside, and smiled dumbly: "There are no stones anywhere, why are you bringing these things here?"
The old man looked at Jiang Lin with a smile, picked up the bamboo basket on the ground and slowly carried it on his body. He said with some emotion: "These are the relics of my old friend. I came here to pay homage to my old friend and to go to the eastern seaboard." I have to accept a disciple, but meeting you, little brother, is considered fate, so why not..."
What the old man wanted to say, Jiang Lin raised his hand to interrupt him. This man spoke strangely, but Jiang Lin's work was not in vain. He ate some fruit to quench his thirst and did not want to talk to him any more. Regarding this Old man, Jiang Lin had a ridiculous feeling in his heart, that was fear.
To be honest, Jiang Lin is not a good man or woman. He is a chivalrous man with a bodhisattva heart and a ruthless gangster character. Otherwise, he would have died here several times.
It's really incredible that the seemingly powerless old man in front of him could make Jiang Lin feel like this.
"Old man, if you eat these grapes, you can use them as tolls. There is a small road five miles ahead of this road. Although it is difficult to walk, it is the safest there."
After saying that, Jiang Lin turned around and took his things and left. However, the old man in white standing behind him still stood there and looked at Jiang Lin's back with a smile. In the bamboo basket, the piece that was covered by Jiang Lin just now was There was a trace of blood oozing out of the touched stone, which looked particularly weird.
It was already dark when he returned to the Double Horn Peak. Seeing the lights in the house, Jiang Lin knew that he had sobered up.
Sure enough, the middle-aged man with disheveled hair was sitting there in a daze. After Jiang Lin came back, he didn't respond at all. After a while, he raised his head, his eyes were cloudy and lifeless, like a walking corpse. He opened his mouth and said to Jiang Lin: "Didn't you bring any wine?"
Jiang Lin put away the small half bag of grain, and when he heard this, he just shrugged and smiled: "If the drought continues like this, I'm afraid we will all starve to death. There is not enough food to eat now. Who will use the grain to make wine? I don't think so." You'd better quit, otherwise I'm really afraid that you will die one day with your body and bones."
"Who can avoid death? If you can't die, then what's the point of living?"
Jiang Lin seems to be accustomed to his adoptive father's remarks that he sees through everything. He is busy living on his own, and discussing life and death is still far away from Jiang Lin, but he will definitely starve to death if he doesn't eat. Compared to his adoptive father, Jiang Lin is still a pragmatic person. people.
"Did anything happen to you today?"
Damn it, he actually said the second sentence on his own initiative. Jiang Lin was startled, and then smiled dumbly: "I'll knock out some grain from Old Scarface in Erhepu. It's all beans. Let's make do with it first."
"Any more?"
The third sentence.
Jiang Lin looked back at him, a little surprised, then walked over and asked, "What? What do you want to say?"
The two looked at each other. Jiang Lin's adoptive father stood up and looked outside: "Shuangjiao Peak has not been very peaceful recently. You have to be more careful."
"Do you think those bandits will take advantage of us?" Jiang Lin felt a sense of warmth at first, and then asked.
The group of people on Shuangjiao Peak were not easy to mess with. Jiang Lin had fought against them. Although most of them were good at fighting, there were also a few who had good kung fu. However, they were also afraid of Jiang Lin's kung fu. In addition, Jiang Lin and his father were both poor. , there is no oil and water, and there will be no conflicts.
However, Jiang Lin's adoptive father didn't want to continue talking. He picked up the wine jar and started drinking again. His eyes became blurry again, as if he had entered another world of his own.
Jiang Lin didn't say much when he saw this, he just shook his head helplessly and looked at the towering double-horned peak outside. Under the bright moonlight, he looked like a demon with two horns.
In the past, Jiang Lin went to Shuangjiao Peak to "buy" grain. The interior of Shuangjiao Peak was almost hollowed out, and the passages were complicated. Whenever the wind blew, Shuangjiao Peak was like a flute, but the sound it made was like a ghost. It was so wailing that ordinary people couldn't stay there, and only those murderous murderers could live there.
