The charlatan was very dissatisfied with his oath because when he recited the sentence "Today's blood poured into lotus petals", he directly replied, "From now" and missed a sentence.

To show sincerity, he asked Meng Qianzi if he could do it again. Meng Qianzi replied to him: "It's almost done, it will be invalid tomorrow anyway."

That's right, anyway, I can't help hunger tomorrow. Do you have to eat today? Even if you only have to be a monk for a day, he has to ring the bell well.

The charlatan was quite angry for a while, but his temperament could not be long, and he soon forgot it. In addition, when he thought of his different identities, he was a three-fold lotus petal, and he could finally find out the secret of the mountain gill. He was one step closer to the Kunlun Mountain Box in his dream, and he felt really happy.

Meng Qianzi and Jiang Lian dragged the static rope that could still be used up to the mountain platform. When he was busy splicing and knotting, he also helped him to get it on the side. Suddenly he remembered something and asked her: "You said the girl from the Xian family is your seventh mother?"

Meng Qianzi kept hunching in her hands.

"Is it the seventh place? Then, is there any third, fourth, fifth and sixth place ahead of her?"

Meng Qianzi nodded again.

The charlatan was curious: "Is this what you call it? Is it the same thing as your aunt? I call it mom?"

Meng Qianzi was too lazy to explain, so she had three points to make fun of him: "No, I just have seven mothers."

Jiang Lian asked casually: "Where is your biological mother? Which is the ranking?"

I wanted to ask her as a joke, if a biological mother, who has found so many godmothers for her daughter, would she be jealous of her daughter and marrying other mothers? However, Meng Qianzi was silent for a while and answered vaguely: "No."

Jiang Lian was always keen on these details. Seeing that she was suddenly silent, she noticed something strange. When she heard this sentence "No", she immediately knew that there was something hidden in it. She was so cruel that she asked.

The charlatan did not have this kind of understanding, but sighed like a pity: "I don't. Speaking of which, I was abandoned at the entrance of a small village. In that era, there were too many such things, and I couldn't even find them."

He asked Jiang Lian again: "Xiao Lianlian, where are you?"

Jiang Lian didn't expect that this problem would end up with him. He smiled and quickly replied: "I don't remember."

After a pause, as if he was afraid that people would not believe it, he added: "I don't remember what happened before when I was adopted."

***

Two ropes were connected, one long and the other short. The main rope was the long one. The short one was used as the auxiliary rope. There was no suitable fixing point on the mountain platform. Jiang Lian took a fancy to the two trees more than ten meters below the mountain platform, climbed over and tried it. The load bearing was absolutely enough, so he pulled the main ropes over and tied knots on the two trees to disperse risks, and then implemented the rope drop.

Two ropes and three people went down together, but Meng Qianzi was still at the forefront. Jiang Lian would not steal this kind of work. After all, the road she had "swept" was the safest. Although the skills of the charlatan were the most watery, Jiang Lian was staring at the corrective side and felt less panicked. He was determined and the operation was smoother, and he seemed to behave.

I don’t know if it was because the weather was not good today, or if the fire on the top burned, the thick smoke couldn’t dissipate, and I couldn’t see the precious sunlight shining on the "beautiful head" - the second half of the journey was almost completely in the dark. In order to save electricity, the three people only turned on one headlight to illuminate.

If you want to find an analogy in that scene, the charlatan thought about it for a moment and felt like two thin spider silks were hanging in the huge and hollow iron bucket with lids, and a firefly was slowly crawling on the spider silk.

The previous 1/3 of the journey was too fast, which gave him the illusion that the remaining 700 meters could be handled quickly, but it was shocking: it turned out that the speed was so slow when the rope was lowered; Jiang Lian's injury had just been bandaged, and excessive force would cause the wound to break again, so Meng Qianzi paid great attention to slowing down and controlling the speed; and when passing the "node", it also took a lot of time...

The three even hung on the rope and had a meal.

Each person had an energy bar, and he creaked his food. In the light of the headlight, the charlatan could see the tiny residue of the food slowly floating down, and the water was very safe to drink. Meng Qianzi poured the water into the bottle cap, and each person only had one bottle cap.

After eating, she opened the side bag of her backpack and asked them to stuff the wrapping paper of the energy bar into it. The charlatan actively stuffed it, but Jiang Lian didn't.

The charlatan thought he threw it away: "Little Exercise, this is wrong. Our mountain ghosts must pay attention to environmental protection. The plastic skin is thrown away, which will affect the environment so much."

Meng Qianzi almost laughed when she heard him say "our mountain ghost".

Jiang Lian had no choice but to show him the half that was put in his pocket: "I haven't finished eating."

The charlatan said, "You can't finish eating just one?"

That's not true, Jiang Lian smiled: "Save some food."

Meng Qianzi didn't say anything, but suddenly felt that Jiang Lian was really a person with no sense of security.

He must be the kind. He has food at home and has to stock up for an additional month. When the situation is not clear, he will give him a corner of cake and he will not finish eating it, so he will leave half of it, for fear that he will not have to eat the next meal.

People who have been hungry usually do this. Even if they no longer go hungry, those small details that they cannot detect will be kept inadvertently.

Mountain ghosts like to use mountains to describe people the most. When they were young, Gao Jinghong told her the principles of life and pointed to the peak in front of her and showed it to her: "Zi Baoer, look, this peak has been around for hundreds of millions of years."

She was only five or six years old at that time, and she had no regrets about "hundreds of millions of years", but only knew that she was very old.

Gao Jinghong said again: "It didn't look like this at first. Later, it was blown by wind and water, and gradually changed its appearance, and it became like this."

The eldest daughter probably wanted to say "wind erosion" and "water erosion" at that time, but she was afraid that she would not understand it, so she changed to a more simple word.

She wanted to show people her intelligence and cleverness: "No, I'm often blown by the wind, and I'm soaked in water every day, but it doesn't change."

Gao Jinghong lowered his head and smiled: "It will change, it will gradually change. Zibaoer, you will understand when you grow up. Everything that happens in your life is passing by your wind and pouring water through yours, and you will change little by little because of them."

He murmured to himself again: "Just like me, Duan Kuang, if that British man had not died, her life would never have been like this. It was a gust of wind and flood in her life that she should have, completely blowing down, crashing, and changing her appearance."

Meng Qianzi couldn't understand this at that time, but slowly, she understood it.

The wind that comes over and the water that drips down will always stop in your life in a suitable posture and blend perfectly into one: it turns into your sigh many years later, your decisive posture when you act, you are always unconfident when you look at people, or you are just half an uneasy, put in your pocket energy bar.

...

In the continuous darkness, people will lose the concept of time. When they finally get to the bottom of the cliff, the charlatan thought that it was still daytime on the cliff, but Meng Qianzi's sports watch showed that it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

So, have you been continuously exercising for so long?

The charlatan didn't feel too tired at first. When he heard this, he suddenly felt weak and his arms could not be lifted up.

But Meng Qianzi's words made him excited: "It takes about four hours to walk here to the beautiful head of the gallbladder. There is a big old banyan tree in the middle. My grandmother Duan was resting on that tree back then. We can also rest there and take a nap for two hours - to nourish our spirits, we can do things."

It was actually the place where Miss Duan had rested, and the charlatan thought that he would go and see him no matter what.

There were two broken ropes falling from the top of the cliff, and two of them fell on high trees, dragging diagonally in the air and pulling straight lines. At first glance, it looked like crooked wires.

Jiang Lian picked up one from the ground. Although it was burnt, it still weighed dozens of kilograms. He borrowed a dagger from Meng Qianzi, cut out a few hundred meters long, and turned it into a rope circle, and separated the backs with the charlatan. When he asked him, he only said that it might be possible.

The three of them started the trek again.

***

As Duan Wenxi recorded in his diary, the branches and leaves falling at the bottom of the cliff were stacked and layered after rotting, and accumulated for a long time, and it was as thick as one person: some places could barely step on foot, while some were simply rotten mud pits, and they could not hold the top of the head after one foot.

Meng Qianzi led the way ahead, and she tried to walk up the trunks of the branches and trunks, because the rotten branches and leaves almost piled up under the canopy of the short tree, making the huge canopy seem to be directly from the ground, which makes it easier to walk.

There is really no tree to borrow, so I picked up a tree stick, poked and penetrated the way.

No wonder I had to walk for four hours, and the road conditions were too bad.

The charlatan was stumbling and thought that he might be able to find Sheng Zehui's photo. He looked around and couldn't help but fall behind. Jiang Lian was afraid that he would fall farther and farther away and affect the overall progress, so he slowed down appropriately, tried to synchronize with him, and brought his speed up, and from time to time, he would pull him.

The bottom of the cliff is really like another world.

Generally speaking, plants are light-tactic, so-called "birth towards the sun", but there is no sunlight at the bottom of the cliff, so the branches and stems are unscrupulous, and they grow in all directions as they please. I don't know if there is enough nutrients under the ground, but they actually support them to grow to a huge body. Most of them don't have a normal appearance. In the dark, the distorted tree shadows look particularly terrifying: some are like a huge grim face, and some are like ferocious beasts crouching on a high place and about to slap down.

However, along the way, I didn't see any big ferocious beasts. I probably had already avoided them. The light of the headlights would sweep into some small insects, such as long-legged ghost spiders, and jumping stove horse crickets, etc., but they were extremely sensitive to light. As soon as they swept, they were either stunned or ran away without a life.

The charlatan was shocked and always squeezed to Jiang Lian. Later, as he walked, he got used to it and whispered to Jiang Lian: "Look, Miss Meng is really like a lamp."

Jiang Lian felt that these words were really pretentious: Although Meng Qianzi was responsible for this journey, isn’t it too much for you to compare her to a “guideline”?

However, he soon realized that he had misunderstood.

"Look, there seems to be a barrier around her, and all beasts are invaded, like the illumination range of a lamp? It is dangerous outside, but as long as we stay in this light, it is safe."

Jiang Lian couldn't comment: "Then follow me closely, don't go out of bounds."

The charlatan didn't want to leave the world, but he had three hurdles. After walking for a while, he couldn't hold it in.

First, I asked Jiang Lian in a low voice: "You said... can I ask Miss Meng to follow... or try to stand closer?"

Jiang Lian asked him back: "Do you think this is appropriate?"

It's not very suitable. The charlatan Na Na, and after a while, he couldn't stand it anymore: "Then, can you go with me?"

It was easy to discuss between the same sex. Jiang Lian called Meng Qianzi and asked her to wait in place. This end would be "convenient".

However, he would not have stared at him right next to him: after sending the charlatan to the place, he saw that there was no situation, Jiang Lian walked away a few steps and stood with his back to him.

The charlatan held a stone in his hand to prevent accidents. Although Meng Qianzi and Jiang Lian were within his sight, all kinds of horror movies had already taught him not to be blindly optimistic: changes often happen between eyelashes, let alone the companions are close, even if they are close, they may not be able to prevent him from being dragged away by something in an instant.

He decided to fight quickly and trembled and unzipped his pants. Before he could put the crotch door to the bottom, he suddenly found that there was a piece of white fur arching in the grass in front of him.

The charlatan's hair was up and he screamed: "Big rat! A twenty-pound big rat!"

While shouting, he smashed the stone in his hand, and then he didn't care about lifting his crotch, turned around and ran away.

Good guy, you know, the animal he fears most in his life was dogs, followed by rats. A mouse as big as a dog is simply the best of both, and it is still white!

When Jiang Lian heard the movement, he had already come to meet him. The charlatan grabbed his arm and had a chaotic battle between upper and lower teeth. Meng Qianzi also rushed over a few steps and asked him, "Where are rats?"

The charlatan raised his hand and pointed at that place, and his scalp was numb again: it was still there! Sure enough, the rat was so bold that he was fat and he didn't run away when he saw people.

Meng Qianzi frowned: "It's impossible."

The mouse is so fast that it is running away. The "mountain-avoiding beast" has long been hiding away, so how could it be that it is still hanging there and pretending to be dead?

She walked closer to look, squatted down and looked, and finally turned around in anger and hooked her hands in the direction of Jiang Lian.

Jiang Lian half-dragged the scammer and half-pulled over.

It was not a mouse, but a monkey, a white monkey, whose body was less than half a meter long, probably a young monkey, curled up in a ball with his arms and was trembling.

There was a bulge on my head, probably because I asked the charlatan to smash it. When I saw the charlatan coming, I shook even harder and didn't dare to run away. Maybe my limbs were so scared that they were limp.

This monkey face looks like she is about to cry, and now she is really scared to tears. Jiang Lian felt sorry for her pitifulness when he saw it.

Meng Qianzi waved it with his hands: "Come on, come on."

She was probably really special to the mountain beast. In addition, her gestures were just so simple, and she was walking on the rune: the little monkey shrank for a while and finally got the courage to go towards her. When she reached her feet, her paws grabbed her shoes, hugged them and continued to shake.
To be continued...