Nightfall

Under the reddish light of the torch, the mottled blood stains on the footprints looked like ink dots. Looking at that place, Ning Que's face became a little pale, and found himself directly shocked back to the place by the prohibition of the hole.

The shoes on his left foot had shattered into a cotton wool-like thing. He stretched out his hands and sat up hard, looking at the hole that had been shrouded by the night, and his eyes could not help showing a little palpitations.

Previously, he slammed into the hole violently, and at the moment when the imprisonment was about to strike, the thick and thick heaven and earth vitality suddenly felt violent and suddenly turned into a sea of ​​terror, directly turning his The consciousness and body are all rolled up!

Ning Que has not been to the Song Kingdom and has not seen the famous storm sea, but he believes that even if it is the real storm sea, there is no terrible ocean he fell into at that moment.

The sea formed by the condensed energy of the heavens and the earth was violently shaking and oscillating on the sea surface and the bottom of the sea. Tens of thousands of whirlpools made him unable to make any response and struggled, so he sank directly into the depths of the sea. The ubiquitous pressure deep in the ocean of vitality turned into countless extremely thin needles, pierced the skin of his clothes, and then pierced his body directly.

Ning Que's body seems to be rich and magnificent. In this violent ocean, it is like a candlelight, which suddenly extinguishes, scattered by those fine needles, and the pain caused by the countless fine needles. , Directly annihilated his Nian Li's protection of Zhihai, making him extremely miserable.

Finally, the violent ocean turned a wave, and he was easily hit back to the shore.

He could feel that this wave was more than one ten thousandth of the strength of this ocean, but it seemed to be more powerful than the fist of Xiahou who was met by the wilderness Hulan Sea!

Sang Sang listened to the noise and hurried out of the hut, watching Ning Que fall to the ground by the light of the torch, startled, and ran to the cliff cave without thinking.

Ning Que forcibly swallowed the blood pouring into his throat and shouted loudly, "Don't come in!"

Having spent many years from childhood to great difficulty, the two have already developed a tacit understanding in order to live. No matter what the situation is, Sang Sang will always implement Ning Que ’s opinions unconditionally. This has become something instinctive, so After listening to this call, Sang Sang no matter how worried he did not come in.

She leaned on the stone wall, looking at the pale Ning Que, and asked with a trembling voice, "How is it?"

Ning Que stretched out his hand to lift his left foot to his right knee, closed his eyes and began to meditate.

Haoran Qi circulates slowly in the body, confirming that there is no major problem with the sea and the mountains and the cyclones in the lower abdomen, especially confirming that the previous violent ocean did not destroy the halo Qi in his body. Come, whisper: "It's okay, I can't die."

He has been injured too many times in his life. Sang Sang saw that he has been injured too many times. As long as he can't die, neither of them will be regarded as too serious a thing-if he can't die, he will be fine.

After the severely oscillating sea-knowledge became quieter, Ning Que stood up and walked slowly to the mouth of the cliff. He reached out and gently pressed in the air, and his palm suddenly felt stagnant. The touch was not like water, but more like It is a water-filled skin pouch, soft but unbreakable.

"Why didn't you feel the ban when you walked in?"

He looked at the mouth of the cliff, thinking about the magic of the prohibition, wondering why the brothers and sisters were so shocked in their reaction during the day. If they want to break through, I am afraid it is not a short-term thing.

Definitely must be a long process, and his mood gradually calmed down, and he was ready for a long battle. After a moment of silence, he looked at Sang Sang and said with a smile: "No matter how you have to eat first, or you will starve to death before death. , Go and see what ’s in the hut. "

He wanted to use a joke to ease Sang Sang, but at this time his face was pale, his expression was dull, his smile was forced, and there were blood stains on his chest. Where can Sang Sang be relaxed?

"There is rice and rapeseed meat in the grass house. I don't know when it was prepared. I have steamed the rice before, but the water in the water tank can only be used for up to ten days. I don't know where to pick the water."

Sang Sang reported to him the situation in front of him, and then walked back to the hut to start preparing dinner.

The cliffs are silent and silent, the stars are shining in the night sky, and the clouds under the cliffs are faintly visible. It seems that this place is no longer human.

Ning Que leaned against the stone wall of the cave entrance and looked at the night scene in front of the cliff. His emotions were a bit low. Although he knew that the teacher had a deep meaning in imprisoning himself here, he was still somewhat angry and unwilling. Confined to this ghost place like thinking over the cliff?

There was a sound of water coming from the front right. He looked over and saw that Sang Sang was crouching by the cliff to wash the vegetables. There was probably no cliff in the eyes of the little girl. The muddy water splashed directly under the cliff.

Ignoring such a steep and scary cliff, I can concentrate on washing vegetables at the edge of the cliff, probably only Sang Sang can do it. I do n’t know if the white clouds under the cliff are wet by a pot of vegetable washing water. Usually feel the same when wet by those clear waterfalls.

Ning Que quietly looked at Sang Sang's figure, thinking fortunately that she shouldn't hear any **** folk songs, and she didn't have to worry about throwing herself away like she was washing vegetables.

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After the food is ready, although the ingredients are simple, the fragrance is still spread into the cliff cave with the mountain breeze.

At the entrance of the cliff cave, Ning Que drew a deep line with stones. When Sang Sang was cooking, he slowly felt many times with his palm, and finally determined the scope of the trigger.

Sang Sang Sheng put a large bowl of hot meals on the ground outside the cave, then took a piece of firewood, and carefully pushed the bowl over the line according to Ning Que's instructions.

"This prohibition really doesn't matter what is dead, otherwise would I not be starved to death."

Ning Que picked up the bowl of rice covered with greens and bacon, and said happily.

The two were holding hot meals and sitting across the ground for dinner, just like they were in Lao Bi Zhai on weekdays, except that they were usually separated by a table and now separated by a line.

The line is very short, but it divides the two worlds of cave and Yaping. Ning Que is online, and Sang Sang is outside. Fortunately, they are still together after all.

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The cliff is facing the west, the terrain is extremely high, there is no cover of the academy formation, and there is no green trees, so the mountain wind is extremely strong, especially after night, the cold wind roars back and forth, and the cliff is cold.

The food in Ning Que's bowl was still warm with warmth, but the bowl in Sang Sang's hands had become cold. She shrank her body subconsciously and wanted to lean on Ning Que's side, but did not dare to cross that line.

Looking at the little girl's shrunken appearance, Ning Que remembered the fairy tale again. Both her mood and her eyes were cold with the temperature of Yaping, and she thought that Sang Sang had Deficiency Cold since childhood. At this point, the hatred of the Confucius who had disappeared suddenly came back to life, and he whispered a few words.

Just as he was about to find a way to trick Sang Sang down the mountain, footsteps suddenly came from the stone path under the cliff.

Although he was only imprisoned for half a day, but at this time listening to the footsteps, Ning Que was happy for no reason and shouted: "Which brother is so kind to see me?"

Suddenly, he understood the mood of the monkey when he was crushed under the mountain.

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In the night, the elder brother carried his hands on his back, and the second elder brother took the burden and stepped onto Yaping.

The elder brother is very relaxed, and the burden of the second elder brother is very heavy, like picking two hills.

When he took out the contents of the load, he realized that it was all-encompassing, including water, rice, vegetables, wood, meat, wine, books, chess, piano and even two old hens.

Sang Sang walked happily back to the hut with two old hens, thinking to understand that he could stew the chicken soup for the young master. He just vomited so much blood just now that he really had to make up.

Ning Que looked at the old hen who was clucked and raised in her hand, shocked and said with emotion: "Brother, you are really a master. You don't know how you picked it up on such a steep mountain road. As for taking so many things, look? Do you really expect me to live in this hole for several years? "

Although Brother Two is the strongest person in the world, after all, he is not a professional picker. It is a bit of a hard work to carry the burden. He did not answer Ning Que's emotions, but took the handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the sweat from the neck carefully. Then, he straightened the crown slightly off the top of his head, and then looked to Ning Que seriously, "You must be sober, brother, this is definitely not a matter of ten days and a half."

Ning Quexin thought that Brother 2 was really not a qualified visitor, and he couldn't even speak Geely's words.

A campfire started on Yaping. Sang Sang was wearing a deerskin jacket and was dozing beside him. This jacket was sent by Sister Yulian, and the size was just right.

The fire shone on the old jacket of the old brother, as if it were a broken lantern, reflecting the high crown on the head of the second brother, as if it were a lone mountain with a single tree.

Ning Que sat in the cave, looked at this scene, couldn't help laughing, and pointed to Gao Guan above Brother II's head, saying, "It looks like a firewood."

Brother 2 asked, "What's so funny?"

"Why is it funny? I don't tell you." Ning Que said with a smile: "Second Brother, in fact, everyone thinks this high crown above your head is very funny, but just afraid you are angry, so no one has told you.

Brother II frowned slightly, and said unpleasantly: "Hugh was talking nonsense, if he was afraid of my anger and would not dare to tell me, why did you dare to tell me at this time?"

Ning Que pointed to the line in front of him and laughed and said, "Because I can't get out of the hole now, you can't get in. I have thought about such a benefit for a long time. Where can I not use it?"

The brothers looked at the two and smiled, but did not speak, thinking that Junmo met such a small brother ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ probably won't continue to be so boring in the future?

There was a crackling sound in the bonfire.

Brother 2 made tea and poured four cups. The first cup was sent respectfully to the master, the second cup was placed in front of Sang Sang, then the index finger flicked, and the third cup of tea was bombed into the hole.

The black teacup fell in front of Ning's absence. After three turns, it was still, and no drop of tea splashed out.

Brother Two attaches the most importance to the rules of etiquette, and the order of serving tea is also natural. First serve the long or the virtuous, and then give the young. As for the third cup, Ning Que is given first, naturally because of his imprisonment.

Ning absented her thanks, picked up the teacup and sent it to her nose to sniff gently, without drinking, suddenly asked in a low voice: "If you can't get out, then you can't get out?"

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(Sang Sang is washing vegetables in the cliff. If you want to talk about whether Jiang Ye has any aesthetic pursuits, if you do n’t think the word is too pretend, this picture is my heart.)