After a few days of trekking through mountains and rivers, Wang Jiqing and his party finally came to the edge of the Min River. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At this time, the moonlight is bleak and the stars are dim. In the mountains and mountains in the middle of the night, there is a lot of excitement.

The roar of wild beasts from time to time in the distance startled countless birds, accompanied by the roar of the Minjiang River, which made people deafening and fearful.

On a huge protruding rock on the bank of the Min River, Wang Ji, who was standing in the wind, looked at the wide river surface that was flowing and roaring endlessly under his feet, and fell into deep thought.

Although the river in front of me is not wide, the river is turbulent, and even if you find a boat, you can't cross it by manpower. How have the people here survived this moat for thousands of years?

"Miss, do you have something on your mind?" Qian Xi took a few steps forward, timidly glanced at the turbulent river under his feet, and quickly withdrew his downward gaze and turned forward.

It's just that in front of the two of them, in the gust of cloudy wind, the ghosts of the messy branches on the surrounding cliffs made Qian Xi so frightened that he couldn't help but close his eyes.

"Hmm." Wang Ji frowned lightly, held her hands that were a little trembling because of fear with her backhand, and pulled her back to the plank road. "I'm thinking about how to cross the river."

"Miss, there's a ropeway two miles downstream." When Wu Qizhang heard this, he hurriedly said. Although there are only two arm-thick iron chain ropeways downstream, it is enough for them to cross the Min River.

Ropeway? Although Wang Jiqing has not seen the appearance of the cableway with her own eyes, through the perception of spiritual power, she already knows that the so-called cableway is just two iron chains that pass through the river.

How can such a ropeway pass safely? Wang Ji glanced at the dozens of villagers who followed behind him, these men, women and children, sick and disabled, I am afraid that they will not be able to walk the ropeway. After a moment, she shook her head. Well, let's go and see the situation first.

Two quarters of an hour later, when the group walked in front of the ropeway, they couldn't help but feel a little frightened.

The river rushing under his feet splashed in all directions, and the splashes were blown by the mountain wind, forming a thick layer of mist here, blocking everyone's sight. Two iron chains that stood out of thin air swayed through the thick fog, with no end in sight.

At this time, a strong wind blew, and the suspended iron chain swayed more and more violently, making a loud noise, which made everyone feel even more chilling when they heard it. This scene made some timid villagers tremble and their fears even stronger.

Everyone looked at each other, how could this happen? Such a chain, don't say it's gone, even stepping on it, it takes great courage to do it!

"Qizhang, this ropeway was like this before?" Wang Ji didn't believe it, if it had always been like this, how did the mountain people cross the surging Minjiang River?

"Miss, there were wooden planks on this ropeway before, but now it has fallen into disrepair, and only these two iron chains remain......" Wu Qizhang explained a little cowardly, he also knew that there was really no way for the villagers to pass through such a ropeway.

"Miss, let's go over and see the situation first." Wu Jing saw that Miss Zou had been silent, so she stepped out of the crowd. Even at this time, when she looked at the roaring river, her face was wooden and calm as usual.

"It's fine." Wang Ji nodded lightly, "You go over first and see if the other end of the chain is secure." ”

Wang Ji looked at the cableway that I don't know when it was built, and she was always a little uneasy in her heart. The sighs from the depths of the mountains and the injustices in the flow of the Minjiang River all made her feel an inexplicable intuition.

It seems that everything here is waiting for her, waiting for her to come and do something.......

Wu Jing glanced at Wu Qizhang behind him coldly, and saw the other party nodding. She jumped like a dragonfly in water, and her feet were dotted on the shaking iron chains, and she quickly jumped into the fog and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

But after a moment's effort, everyone had not recovered from Wu Jing's disappearing figure, and they saw her re-interspersed from the fog and returned to the front of everyone.

"Miss," Wu Jing jumped onto the plank road. "The other end of the ropeway is really a little loose."

"Miss, don't worry, the old slave has already re-fixed that end." Wu Jing's face was as usual, what she didn't tell her master was that there were obvious traces of manifies at the loose end.

"Hmm." Wang Ji turned his head and glanced at Ding Erniu, "Erniu, after a while, you can take the villagers to the mountains and forests over there to find some rattans, cut down some trees, cut them into wooden planks more than two feet long, and spread them on these two cableways." ”

"Yes, miss." Ding Erniu didn't say a word, turned around and led a group of mountain people with a few guards to the mountain forest next to him.

"Miss, do you want to build a bridge here?" After everyone left, Wu Qizhang spoke with some hesitation.

According to the traditional rules of their Wu clan, without the prayer of the high priest, they could not open a mountain and build a bridge to disturb the mountain god.

"What, is there a problem? Isn't there a wooden plank on this ropeway? Wang Ji turned her head lightly and glanced at Wu Qizhang thoughtfully. Does this little priest want to let himself use witchcraft to send these villagers across the river out of thin air?

This little priest is a good man. But it's too dependent on the Wu clan's blessing technique. In the first few days of the trip, whenever he encountered difficulties, he always took it for granted that he wanted to solve them with witchcraft, without thinking about other problems at all.

It is true that this mountain has a spirit, but if people always want to borrow the spiritual power of the mountain, one day, the spiritual power of this mountain will also be exhausted. When the time comes, the Wu Clan will lose the aura they rely on for survival, what should they do?

Man and nature, Wang Jiqing, who is a human being in two worlds, knows better than anyone in this time and space what a profound and powerful relationship there is.

"No problem." Wu Qizhang shook his head again and again, changing the words that came out.

He didn't know why, as soon as he came into contact with his master's gaze, he couldn't help but want to surrender.

"Hmm." Wang Xi nodded lightly, her expression calm as usual. "Qizhang, you go to the other side and look at the other end of the cableway, just Jinggu is here."

"Yes, miss." Wu Qizhang lowered his head and lowered his eyes. He knew that this was a silent warning, and if he committed it again, he would probably have no place for himself by Miss's side.

An hour later, when Wu Jing made a move and personally laid the wooden planks on the two iron chains, Wang Jiqing refused Wu Jing's support, and was the first to stand on the suspended pontoon bridge, and walked forward with firm steps.

Everyone looked at the woman walking in front of her, obviously she was so thin and delicate, but it brought people a steady momentum like a mountain, as if as long as the woman stood there, even the pontoon bridge swaying with the wind would no longer sway with the wind.

After a while, Wang walked lightly to the middle of the pontoon bridge and stopped. She closed her eyes, stretched out her hands, emptied her mind, and stood quietly between the mountains and rivers, gradually merging with this piece of heaven and earth.

Suddenly, the mountain wind rose suddenly, and everyone exclaimed, fearing that the strong wind would blow down the woman standing in mid-air. But I saw that the woman was still like a pine mountain, standing in the wind, standing still.

After a few breaths, everyone who was dazzled by the growing mountain wind blew their eyes after blinking, and suddenly found that the mountain wind just now had blown away the mist on the river. Under the moon and stars, the figure of the young priest on the other side was already clearly visible.

Wang Ji turned his head lightly, nodded at everyone, and walked towards the other side firmly, step by step. (To be continued.) )