Wang Bushi briefly explained what happened outside the tunnel. Once everyone heard that they could leave, they were all very happy.

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 them for him.

Zhang Jinghui took another pair of knee pads that she had prepared, squatted down, and put them on for Wang Busheng.

Seeing Wang Busui's bleeding knee, Zhang Jinghui asked with great distress, "Does it hurt?"

"Hehe, it's okay," Wang BuSheng replied sheepishly. He has never been so kind to anyone before. Wang BuSheng is a little shy, except of course Lao BuSheng. It is necessary to understand whether beating or scolding is 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. Wang Busui, who was standing high, naturally saw the beautiful scenery. Of course, Wang Busheng still restrained himself and did not do anything beastly.

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 in an evil way. He was still a human being, and his conscience was 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 back and forth, Zhang Jinghui asked with concern: "Wang Bu's death, 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 say: "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 give it a try".

Wang Bushi jumped a few times, but fortunately, it was very firm, and then he said with a smile: "Thank you, I will help you tie it."

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'll leave right away."

Everyone ate some more food, put out the fire, and prepared to set off. Wang Busheng also wanted to take the pheasants, hares, and leftover venison with him, but the tunnel was really narrow, and he might get stuck carrying so much luggage.

In the tunnel, you can't go in or out, so you can only bear the pain. Well, they are all original, green, pollution-free food without any additives, which is quite wasteful.

First of all, the first one to enter the tunnel was Wang Busui, followed closely by Zhang Jinghui, and Qian Duoduo. Finally, Qian had 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 luckily 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 made a sound.

"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 Bushit heard this, he also felt very strange, "Could it be that His Majesty is also a master of martial arts and 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 only that he has no strength to tie a chicken, but he also doesn't know 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 labor every day, and his body is still very fat." Wang Busheng asked again. A person who only eats only wants to be fat.

It's all difficult.

Zhang Jinghui then explained, "What you said is correct, but later the Holy Emperor launched an uprising and fought for more than ten years, and the logistical support was not sufficient, so he will 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, they all had black lines in their heads. "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 you won't be suffocated. You can go out immediately after putting it on, so everyone just sat down and rested for a while.

We set out on the road again. Not long after climbing, we saw sunlight shining in. Seeing the hope of survival, everyone's speed also increased 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.

By this time, the rain had passed and the sky was clear, and there was 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 evening rain for five nights, and I have been waiting for the autumn frost for a hundred years.

I looked again for the embroidered ribbon with the red vines, and even more recognized that the skirt was green and the grass was long.

In order to avenge the journey to the west and reduce his hatred, 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. They each found a stone to sit down and rest.

"Ouch!" Qian Duoduo, who had just sat down, suddenly jumped up and covered his buttocks.

The three of them stood up quickly in surprise and looked down their buttocks.

"What's going on? I got poked in the butt again." Wang Bushit walked over and asked with concern.

There is more money and black streaks all over my head, and the painful memories of that night are once again etched in my 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 Bushit laughed without saying anything. He looked at the place where Qian Daduo had been sitting, "Hey, why is there a knife here?"

Zhang Jinghui also walked over, looked at it carefully, wiped off the dirt on the stone and said, "There are still words engraved on it."

"Hurry up 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."

"Um, why didn't so-and-so come here for a visit?" Wang Busheng was very depressed. This is how it is played 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. It's the same as the handwriting below. The words written on 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 Buxian 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 harder again, but the result was still the same. She stepped forward with more money. As a man, you 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 also full of black marks. 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 Busui nodded, stepped forward, and exerted force with one hand, but the knife did not move.

Qian Duoduo said from the side: "Brother Fu Shi, 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.

Um, 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 down on his body, held his breath, and concentrated all his strength. He exerted force, and finally the knife was pulled out.

The rumors in the world are false, Zhu Xiluo still practiced. Otherwise, how could the knife be inserted so deeply?

"Wow, brother Immortal is so awesome, so strong," Qian Duoduo happily shouted, "I will be your biggest fan from now on."

Wang Bushit 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 military knife. The blade is completely black and does not have many fancy decorations. There are no attachments such as precious stones, gold paper, or anything 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, 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. The blade left no trace at all. Not even a scratch.

Wang Busui would not dare to keep such a precious sword for himself, and it might be something 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 wasn't that Wang Bushi wanted to harm Zhang Jinghui, but Wang Bushi felt that Zhang Jinghui's temperament matched the knife very well, and they were both once-in-a-thousand-year 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. Just keep it for 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. In the future, he would not have to tear it apart with his hands when eating chicken. But when he thought of the petty Zhu Xiluo, Wang Busui was still a little scared, and asked weakly: "This knife is very good."

Maybe it's from the Holy One. If I took something from him, he wouldn't behead me."

Qian Daduo patted Wang Busheng on the shoulder and said, "You are thinking too much."

Zhang Jinghui also said at the side, "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. When she thought about slandering the Holy Emperor, she still kept it in her stomach and did not say it out loud.
Chapter completed!