Zhang Zhuoxun was slapped in the face by Wu Xiaoxie and almost scolded him for being autistic, but because he was wrong, he did not dare to talk back, so he could only lower his eyelids and remain silent.
In that letter, he only said that he had left the Qinling Mountains and was going to a very dangerous place to complete a very important thing. Then he told Wu Xiaoxie that he would be waiting for him in Changbai Mountain and asked him to find someone when the time came.
The guide named Shunzi leads the way.
What Wu Xiaoxie was really angry about was that Zhang Zhuxun left the Qinling Mountains without even leaving a message, and then disappeared for three whole months without seeing anyone alive or dead, but suddenly appeared again when he was frustrated and desperate.
Only a simple notice was left, without even a superfluous explanation. Immediately afterwards, the third uncle also asked him to come to Yunding Tiangong, and he hurried forward and backward. Even the guide who arranged the arrangement was the same person. To say that there was nothing fishy, there was no ghost.
I don’t believe it.
He has never understood what the third uncle is doing. He has been led by the other party from beginning to end, and now Muyu is also involved, which makes him feel that he is being excluded, like a fool, being manipulated by himself.
The people closest to me are plotting.
It feels really uncomfortable to be kept in the dark.
Pan Zi stepped forward and put his arms around Zhang Zhuxun's shoulders to smooth things over, "It's okay as long as everything is fine. We are all our own people. Let's talk about it. Brother Muyu, what you did is really scary to the mistress.
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"That's right, that's right. We are all brothers. If anything doesn't go well, let's just have a fight." The fat man said a fight, but he held Wu Xiaoxie's arm.
Wu Xiaoxie followed his strength and let go of his hand, snorting coldly.
The little brother stood aside and watched for a while. Seeing that the two of them had no intention of fighting, he safely carried the knife and went to check the stone sculpture of the dragon coiled in the snow.
Zhang Zhuxun also breathed a sigh of relief. He took out a sweet potato that had been roasted in firewood ash from his pocket and took it out to warm his hands. He stuffed it into Wu Xiaoxie's hand and said with a smile: "Calm down, I'm hungry."
Well, I’ll put this on your belly first, it’s still hot, I’ve also made a hot pot, and I’m just waiting for you to come.”
Wu Xiaoxie divided the sweet potatoes into three parts and threw them to Pan Zi. The fat man and the little brother ate them and continued to stare at Zhang Zhuxun expressionlessly.
Zhang Zhu held his forehead and sighed, yes, he was still angry.
With the tip of his nose, the fat man had already sniffed the scent of hot pot and burrowed into the rock crevice.
Monk Hua helped Chen Pi'asi regain consciousness and went over there. He stood at the opening and waited for Ye Cheng, who had already emerged from inside, to whisper something in Chen Pi'asi's ear. Then the old man called his people in. Poor Shunzi was carried in by Pan Zi. After checking the sealing stone, the younger brother turned around and glanced at Zhang Zhuxun and the two who were deadlocked in place.
Zhang Zhuoxun waved to him, "You go in first."
After the younger brother also entered the crevice, only Zhang Zhuxun and the cold-faced Wu puppy were left in the snow.
In just a short while, a lot of snow had fallen on Wu Xiaoxie's shoulders. Zhang Zhuxun reached out to pat it off for him and said with a smile: "Aren't you hungry after climbing the snow-capped mountains for so long?"
"Nonsense." Wu Xiaoxie replied angrily. Just as he was about to lift his feet, he suddenly looked down at his feet with a weird look on his face and cursed, "Damn, my legs are frozen and I can't lift my feet."
Zhang Shuxun was stunned for a moment, then he suppressed his laughter when he reacted. He knelt down and patted his legs, pinched the acupuncture points and moved them around. He stood up and supported his arm, "Okay, try to lift it slowly."
Wu Xiaoxie was finally able to lift his legs, and the awkwardness in Wu Xiaoxie's heart was almost gone. He said with a straight face: "Smile, smile, you still have the nerve to smile."
Zhang Shuxun raised his hands and surrendered, "Little Third Master, I really know that I was wrong. It is truer than gold."
Wu Xiaoxie saw him playing tricks, rolled his eyes, paused, and then said what was in his heart, "I know there must be a reason why you can't say anything, but next time where you go, remember to tell me
, I at least know where to look for someone."
"Don't be like a dull man who comes and goes without a trace, as if there is nothing in the world worth leaving behind."
Zhang Zhuoxun put away the smile on his face and nodded solemnly, "Okay, I remember it."
After saying that, he patted Wu Xiaoxie's head and said, "Let's go in, too. The fat man will eat all the meatballs I cooked."
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The two of them entered. The fat man was already holding a bowl and devouring the meat. The iron basin was filled with meat slices again, which were almost cooked.
Zhang Zhuxun quickly pulled Wu Xiaoxie over and grabbed a bowl for him.
The ingredients prepared aside were soon eaten up by a group of old men. The fat man didn't think it was enough, so he took out the self-heating rice from Zhang Zhuxun's backpack. After eating it, his stomach was full. He sat there and squinted.
Squint your eyes like a Maitreya Buddha.
The temperature in front of the hot spring was already high, and after eating a hot meal, the fat man was so hot that he was sweating profusely. He took off his shirt and folded a bag with meatballs in it to use as a fan. p>
He looked at Zhang Zhuxun, who had been wearing a coat since he came in, and then looked around at the people around him. Except for the younger brother, they all took off their clothes. He couldn't help but wonder: "Muyu, you have a fan on your body, don't you feel it?"
Is it hot?"
Zhang Shuxun raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead without leaving a trace, and said casually: "Ah, it's not hot."
The fat man stared at Zhang Zhuxun suspiciously, and suddenly hissed, "Fat man, why do you think you have lost a lot of weight? Have you lost weight?"
The more she looked at him, the more she felt something was wrong, so she simply came up to him and started to take off Zhang Zhu's clothes, "Take off your clothes, Fatty, take a look."
"Hey, what are you doing?" Zhang Zhuxun was startled and hurriedly grabbed his clothes. Like a yellow-flowered girl who was teased by a bully, he kicked the fat man until he rolled twice on the ground.
Staring with eyes wide open, he smiled and cursed, "You're so embarrassed, fat man, to die in public."
The fat man didn't care about the trivial matters. He got up and patted his butt, pointed at Zhang Zhuxun and said to Wu Xiaoxie: "Innocent, let's get in together. There must be something hidden in this kid's clothes!" p>
"What the hell! What are you two doing? Stop! Don't come over!" Zhang Zhuxun looked horrified and quickly stood up to get into the tent, but the fat man jumped up to him and grabbed his left leg, causing him to trip. Wu Xiaoxie
He also took the opportunity to pounce on the two of them.
Pan Zi watched the three people quarreling together, smiled, lit a cigarette, and offered one to the boy on the side, but the boy shook his head and refused.
"Shit!" Zhang Zhuoxun knocked Wu Xiaoxie and Fatty over and stacked them together, gasped and hid at a safe distance, waved his hands and said, "Okay, okay, no more fun."
The fat man helped Wu Xiaoxie up, eager to move forward, as if he would not give up until he achieved his goal.
Zhang Zhuxun had a headache. Fatty was too careful and originally wanted to hide it so as not to worry them. If Wu Xiaoxiao knew about it, he would definitely have to break the casserole and ask the truth.
Zhang Zhuoxun sighed, unzipped and took off his clothes, "Let's see, let's see."
Under the bright yellow light, Zhang Zhu looked at the exposed right shoulder to upper arm of the black vest, and saw reddish-brown lines.
