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"Three!"

The fatal number finally came out very happily and smoothly, as easily as a stroll in the courtyard or green onions dipped in sauce, and shallots mixed with tofu. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But those who heard it were horrified.

While talking and laughing, the torch fell, and the raging fire burned, and soon the flame jumped high.

If you don't jump at this time, when will you jump, and if you don't jump, you will really jump in vain, and you can't jump if you want to.

Well, jump!

"Remember, let's jump together, jump down and you run, leave me alone!"

"Hmmm! Master! ”

Look at each other.

A pair of eyes is serious, or even unquestionable command;

A pair of eyes is sad, or even despair like the face of a great enemy.

"Ouch!"

"Mom!

Two extremely miserable screams. Like two pigs being stabbed, they let out a terrible scream.

Don't worry, it's not the master and the two who screamed.

The master and apprentice were just mentally and physically ready, and were about to jump down when they suddenly heard two screams.

The voice was already very familiar, it was the two ghost-like people, like knocking out the broken gong of the gang, only two quick sounds, and then there was no sound.

"Master, look!"

Looking in the direction of Yelu Yixin's finger, two ghost shadows rushed away one after the other, and soon melted into the darkness of the night, as if they had melted, and disappeared without a trace.

"Hmm!"

The old master was still the same, not as happy as the little apprentice, but nodded thoughtfully, gently.

I waited for a while, watched for a while, stayed in the tree for a while, and was careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years.

The fire is getting stronger and stronger, you can't wait any longer, you can't wait any longer, you can't stay any longer, you don't have to be careful, you can and you have to jump off the tree.

Then jump, it's easy, the sandy ground is extremely soft, and the sponge mat is like a sponge.

The little bag was still there, dangling unhurriedly on the thin branches of the little dwarf tree, very leisurely.

"Remember, you can't lose everything like this in the future, it's a taboo for our Jianghu people."

After listening to the master's words, Yelu Yixin never made the same mistake again, even the footprints.

The big bag was not lost, but was found deep in the grass.

"Master, you still say that I lost everything, how can you ......?"

Only half of these words came out, and then he swallowed it back, of course, the master did this for a reason.

This time, I was relieved, I was in order, I didn't lose anything, I didn't hurt anything, fortunately.

The old elm tree was miserable, already surrounded by fire, and let out a "crackling" moan, a cry for help.

You can't just look at the tyrannical things, so hurry up and put out the fire.

But there was no water, not even a drop.

Sand, everywhere, the world of sand.

"You dig the sand, I'll clean up the fire, you have to be fast."

Under the wise command of the master, Yelu Yixin began to kick his little buttocks upside down, and raised the sand with his hands like a little gerbil, quickly and agilely, which was quite fun.

Li Shantong was very experienced in finding a large strong branch and fighting the fire, although the flames would not be allowed to lick the skin of the old elm tree.

The day dawned and the fire was extinguished.

The poor old elm tree was smoked into the appearance of a black-headed Li Kui, and the leaves fell a lot, and the children and grandchildren also lost a lot, but the old life was finally saved, and next year it will flourish and the children and grandchildren will be around their knees.

The air was filled with the smell of smoke.

"Ouch mom, I'm tired."

Yelu Yixin sat down beside the master, panting heavily, and then he felt that his whole body was sore, and his bones were about to fall apart and collapse.

"We can only rest for a while, we have to hurry up!"

Before the breath was even, the master began to urge, and the little apprentice got up from the ground very reluctantly, and followed the same step, taking difficult steps, sleepy, hungry and thirsty, and even the little head could not be raised, his head was drooping, and the two eyelids were still fighting.

It's three poles up.

Li Shantong and Yelu Yixin can be said to have crawled over with a roll, and finally survived to the side of a spring.

The clear spring water pooled into a small lake, like a delicate little gourd, and poured out a small river, which flowed down the edge of a large sandbag into the distance.

The water is very clear, you can see the bottom, the little fish are shuttling between the pebbles, hiding and seeking, leisurely, not afraid of people, because they have never seen anyone at all, they have never seen it.

The location of this spring is very hidden, in the most recessed part of a large sand nest, surrounded by reeds, if you don't get closer, you think it is a large leafy grass fence.

There is also a willow tree, a large tree, which is naturally like a canopy, blocking the sunlight and forming a large shady area.

"Master, let's rest here for a while, I really can't walk, I'm almost exhausted......"

Li Shantong stood under the big willow tree, wiped the sweat on his face, looked at the eyes full of longing or pleading, and looked around for a long time before making a decision.

"Okay, let's rest here!"

A gentle word, like an amnesty.

"Yes! Master! ”

This time, Yelu Yixin did not have any doubts about Li Shantong's order, and after so many things, I am afraid that there will be no more doubts in the future.

He threw himself headlong on the soft sand, and as soon as his body was flattened, he fell asleep.

Li Shantong still can't sleep, and he still has to beat his spirits, sort out what happened last night from beginning to end, carefully and seriously, and can't make the slightest omission, and he doesn't dare to have the slightest omission.

"Even the slightest miss will be very tragic."

He sat cross-legged on a small patch of grass, silent, deep thought, meditative.

At midnight last night, he was also meditating cross-legged like this, silent, contemplative, meditating.

"Not good! There is a case! ”

Suddenly, Li Shantong's heart sank, and a strange feeling, or an ominous feeling, came to his heart strongly.

This kind of wind and grass can only be perceived by the old rivers and lakes with extraordinary experience, and it is different from the wind and grass.

This feeling, silent, colorless, tasteless, formless, is more of an instinct, an instinct to defend against this complex society, from the accumulation of experience in the depths of the city of man.

The more suffering one experiences, the more sensitive this sensation becomes, and it does not diminish inexorably by deafness and blindness and the relentless aging of the body.

It's called "ginger is still old and spicy".

Instinctively, he touched the little bag and gently moved it to his apprentice's side.

The boy was still asleep, and it was too late to wake up.

Li Shantong stood up calmly, guarded the door, and stood for a long time, but nothing happened.

"Smack!"

In order to test the reality of the comer, he deliberately threw out the big empty bag beside him, and fell far into a deep grass, sounding like an adult jumping over the ridge.

"It's not good!"

After waiting quietly for a long time, there was still no movement, even if it was the slightest, the opponent was definitely not an ordinary person, and the connoisseur stretched out his hand to know if there was one.

With such a doorway, the opponent's heart is bottomless.

There was no movement, not at all, absolutely nothing, and the wind around seemed to keep its mouth shut!

Secretly more energetic, the strong have their own strong hands!