Bending over with a mountaineering pick, Chu Qing's current situation was that he found the wrong house to clean the windows and wiped the next door.
He really understood "before" that it usually takes five to six hours to climb Mount Fuji. Even if it is the first time for a novice to climb, it will only take more than ten hours at most.
As a result, he ignored an extremely important issue: there will be a "way" for climbing mountains in later generations.
Who here on Yingdao has nothing to do to climb this thing? Where did it come from?
"Sure enough, there is no place in the world that should exist that I would like."
After scolding her, Chu Qing waved his hand: "Speed up!"
The friends were extremely helpless.
They wanted to speed up, but the main reason was that Chu Qing, the leader, climbed too slowly and was not as good as Tao Ruolin and Tao Qi.
Needless to say, Sister Peugeot and A Yi are like good buddies.
Tao Ruolin doesn't exercise, Bihua mainly exercises every day. She supported her at first, but now she just carries Tao Ruolin on her back.
Chu Qing, who was rubbing his waist, gritted his teeth and continued walking forward. He glanced sideways at Tao Weiran, who was not red and out of breath, and was very surprised: "Why aren't you tired?"
Tao Weiran: "The lower official is just fat, not that he is incapable of restraining a chicken."
This is the truth. Tao Weiran never goes into battle, but once he does, he can still kill people with a knife.
This is a very irritating thing. People cannot be compared with each other. Some people not only have a photographic memory, but also have a good physical foundation.
Liao Wenzhi couldn't stand it anymore: "You are a nobleman from Tianhuang and a famous general. How come you are so weak?"
"It's not physical weakness, it's backache."
"How can your body and bones be like this at such a young age?"
Chu Qing rolled his eyes: "I stayed on the boat."
"On board?"
"My biological clock is a little messed up. When I open my eyes in the cabin in the morning, I should get up. It's still dark, so I can continue to sleep. I can't sleep for more than a while, and it will become more and more useless after a long time."
Liao Wenzhi had a question mark on his head, and Fu San behind him subconsciously glanced at Tao Ruolin, who was sleeping soundly on Bihua's back.
This is also one of Tao Ruolin's passive skills. Regardless of the environment or time, whether it is cold or hot, she will sleep when she wants, and her sleep quality will be like that of a baby.
Another one is that it can also be deceived. Bihua originally didn't want to carry Tao Ruolin because she felt that the appearance of carrying someone was unladylike. The third brother laughed at it for a while, and then Tao Ruolin said that she could lose weight, so that the third brother could see Bihua's efforts to lose weight.
In the end, Bihua was fooled.
After walking for a while, the sky turned dark. Chu Qing turned around and shouted: "Rest where you are and continue as soon as it gets light. You can still watch the sunrise when you reach the top of the mountain."
More than 2,000 people unloaded their luggage and began to make rice in pots.
This is the advantage of having more people, enough supplies, and better physical strength.
Chu Qing rubbed his hands and sat next to the campfire, his excitement disappearing without a trace.
My friends were quite excited. The mountains and clouds were shrouded in mist, a rare experience and beautiful scenery.
Chu Qing shrank his neck, rubbing his face and hands for a while.
Tao Ruolin teased: "Why do you look like a monkey?"
"My cousin is a monkey, and he is also the Monkey King, the Monkey King." Qingyang picked up a small branch and began to wave it: "Take a stick from my old grandson."
Chu Qing looked confused: "Have you ever watched Journey to the West?"
"I've seen it. It's sold in bookstores in Nanshi. Didn't my cousin compile it?"
Chu Qing suddenly realized, and then he remembered that when he first debuted, he had indeed used Journey to the West to accumulate his first pot of gold, and then he was cheated by Tao Ruolin.
Thinking of the past, Chu Qing laughed dumbly: "I am not the Monkey King."
"My cousin, he just resists injustice and beats the bad guys to death with one blow."
"I didn't see it. You can still read the essence of Journey to the West. Yes, it is about the rebellious spirit of the Great Sage, but..."
Seeing Chu Qing's unnatural expression, Tao Ruolin asked: "Just what?"
Chu Qing shook his head: "There is a chapter in Journey to the West, I don't know if it is mentioned or not, "Shituoling, Eight Hundred Miles of Corpse Mountain and Sea of Blood", the original text... No, it just talks about Shituoling, Eight Hundred Miles of Corpse Mountain and Sea of Blood
, If the Monkey King were not so heroic and courageous, no second mortal would be able to enter his door, and even the Great Sage would inevitably be terrified."
Liao Wenzhi also read the revised version of Journey to the West and asked in confusion: "The Monkey King is such a hero. He has been suppressed for five hundred years and has never been afraid. How can he be afraid when he sees this mountain of corpses and sea of blood?"
Tao Ruolin's expression froze: "Next to Shituo Ridge is Lingshan Mountain!"
"good."
Chu Qing nodded, the Great Sage was not afraid of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Tao Ruolin sighed quietly and said softly: "Why did you make up such a story?"
Chu Qing said nothing.
The ancients seemed to be prophets.
No, to be precise, it should be that the world has not changed.
Sol has started selling lightning rods. Is there any hope in this world?
Looking at the sunset, Chu Qing asked for no reason: "Justice is in people's hearts, but it always has no purpose in people's hearts."
Qingyang tilted his head: "My cousin is fair. He is the most fair person Qingyang has ever seen."
"No, fairness and justice are all welded to death in the door."
Looking back and seeing the tent set up, Chu Qing suddenly felt extremely tired, stood up and got into the tent.
As the sun set, the earth fell into darkness.
Tao Ruolin looked a little distressed, grabbed naan bread and warm water, and walked into the tent.
After a while, laughter and laughter rang out again around the campfire.
People talked about interesting things on the battlefield and interesting things in the scholar forest.
This is Chu Qing and his friends.
Chu Qing never talks about big principles, and he is even less willing to talk about big principles to others, because he himself doesn’t understand. What he can do is to make those who are truly willing to give everything for their family and country try not to be deceived by the world.
It's so heart-breaking, try not to think about it. Once you think about it, you will become hopeless.
When hopelessness turns into despair, no one is really willing to change the world.
Fortunately, there are always people who bring hope, and when you have hope, you will naturally try to change.
The cold wind is howling, which is perfect for drinking a glass of strong wine, which will keep your body warm.
Brother Dajun drained the liquor from the water bag in one gulp and patted the letter in his chest, feeling warm in his heart.
Strong alcohol does not warm the body, it is just a psychological illusion.
Whether it is an illusion or false, if you want to live, you must reconcile, reconcile with the world, and reconcile with yourself. Once you reconcile, you must give an explanation.
With the accumulation of soil on Mount Fuji, my friends have completely ended their trip to Yingdao.
The war in Yingdao is not over yet, and it will not end in ten years. The Japanese thieves are like monkeys, hiding in the mountains and forests, hiding in dark corners, and even hiding in the soil. I don’t know when they will be killed and extinct.
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However, these things have nothing to do with everyone anymore. After leaving Yingdao, we will embark on a new journey. Try to keep yourself busy. When you are busy, you will not pay too much attention to the hopelessness that should not be paid attention to.
Two hours later, everyone set off again, marching towards the top of the mountain, which was not too high, either marching or marching.
Yingdao is the first peak everyone climbs, but it will not be the last, and it will never be the last.
The sun that had been hiding emerged again.
With the clouds and mist lingering, everyone finally reached the top of the mountain.
The sunrise is beautiful. Such a desperate situation should not appear on this island.
"I can't change the sunrise, I can't stop the sun from rising on Yingdao."
Chu Qing took out the letter from his arms and said with a relieved smile: "But at least, I can kill the evil ghosts who can see the sunrise on this island!"
