"The cold is blowing, I'm afraid my uncle will be in danger because he can't bear the cold. Qingwen lowered her head and said to the middle-aged man in the big pit.

After pondering for a long time, the middle-aged man tried to change his speech, communicated with Qingwen again, and said, "I have been placed at the threshold of life and death, and I don't believe that the baby I know will die and not be saved." ”

"Hehe, I'm not the reincarnation of Guanyin Bodhisattva. Qingwen smiled and turned to leave.

Where does the middle-aged man still have the bearing and fluttering demeanor of the lupine scarf this morning, and now, his thighs are trapped in an iron clamp with his clothes, and his face is pale and his hands and feet are shaking due to excessive blood loss.

However, even in this case, the middle-aged man still did not give up preaching:

"It is often the people who have been oppressed that lose the ability to pity others. ”

Qingwen turned around, as if she had been told something in her heart, she looked at the uncle at the bottom of the pit and said:

"Uncle, how do you know?! I think I was sold to the Qinglou since I was a child, and I became a subordinate, my father's death is unknown, and the family's decline is unknown, all this, as you said, I am a person who is oppressed at the bottom. However, I didn't accumulate hatred in my heart because of this, only those who have no interest will have no sympathy from now on......"

"Little girl, isn't that what I said?! I never believed that you would die without help. ”

Qingwen was given a moral high hat by a middle-aged man, but she didn't feel it.

She put one end of the rope on the tree and tied a large, strong knot, and then Qingwen gradually continued herself down the pit along the rope.

During this whole process, she didn't forget to covet this middle-aged man. As he slid down, he said:

"If we poor people don't help the poor anymore, then it is really unreasonable. ”

The middle-aged man nodded yes. In fact, I was thinking in my heart: "Little girl, I was so flattened by you?!"

Qingwen looked carefully, and the middle-aged man's injuries were not light. The iron clip is sandwiched into the flesh and blood of the middle-aged man's thigh, and the barbs on the clip are jagged, moving left and right, and cannot be disassembled.

The middle-aged man was sweating profusely in pain, and Qingwen couldn't disassemble the iron clamp, and she was also sweating profusely.

"You bring me the gourd, there is wine in it, you pour it for me, okay?"

Qingwen found the wine gourd from her backpack, and as soon as she opened the lid, she was greeted with a fragrant fragrance.

With Qingwen's help, the man took a sip of wine and shouted, "Cool!"

In the valley, the echo is ups and downs, as if Li Bai is alive.

The middle-aged man drank the spirits, calmed down much more, and no longer had the same pain as before. With the strength of wine, he recited the poem:

"The long days are over,

At the beginning of the week,

WANG Shi Beiding,

I'm comfortable. ”

Qingwen said: "Uncle, my little master is also the son of the Zhong Ding family, a good vassal and elegant son, that is compared with you."

"He has a lot of feelings, many words, however, like this moment, like your poem, the scenery and the mood are secretly combined, and there is still hope hidden in the cold place in the loneliness...... In terms of artistic conception, he is inferior to you. ”

The middle-aged man held back the pain and said, "I see that the ink in your belly is not much less than that little master you admire." ”

Qingwen Says:

"You can't say that. Although we are not proponents of the birth theory, he was born with a golden key in his mouth, but he is different from those of us who have no freedom and buy coolies. They have their mission, we have our home, as if there is a ceiling in the middle, no matter how you poke it, it can't be broken. ”

The middle-aged man seemed to agree with her words, but he also seemed to disagree with it. He muttered twice, but after all, he still didn't answer the conversation.

Although Qingwen chatted with the middle-aged man to relieve his worries. But at the same time, she has been carefully studying the thighs that are clamped.

The iron clamp is very carefully designed, in order to prevent the beast from trying to escape after falling into the trap, and many barbs in different directions are set up, so that the beast struggles in either direction, and will be further clamped by the barbs in other directions while untying the barb.

The middle-aged man in front of him was a little dehydrated, and his thoughts began to be in a trance, as if he had the desire to give up being rescued and give up on himself, he only blindly held the wine gourd and muttered to himself.

Qingwen didn't think so.

She shook her head, trying to clear all the methods she had tried and failed before.

She always has a kind of confidence in herself, thinking about it, this confidence comes from her mother's womb, or it is the bitter and hateful life that shapes her.

Yes, even if she has not done something before, such as singing poetry, such as hunting birds and fishing, such as strangling and running, as long as she is willing to do it, she is confident that she will find a way.

After looking at it carefully for a long time, I still can't figure out what to do.

Depressed, Qingwen snatched the middle-aged man's wine gourd, and gurgled a few gulps.

"Little girl, seeing that your pride is not inferior to my uncle, simply, before the uncle dies, teach you a few tricks of Qingfeng Gong's unique skills, what do you think?"

The middle-aged man seems to have been moved by Xiao Qingwen's suspicion that he didn't care about arresting her this morning and taking her as his own servant, but at the critical moment of his own trouble, he couldn't help but have an impulse under the move, and the emotional impulse brought about the friendship of life and death, and driven by this friendship, the middle-aged man actually offered to teach her stunts.

It's a good deal.

"No, that's not going to work," Qingwen said seriously, "A gentleman doesn't take advantage of others' danger." ”

"When has this been, and I still pay attention to the way of a gentleman. The middle-aged man sneered, he wasn't laughing at Qingwen, he was laughing at himself.

He was ashamed that his interpretation of the little girl was one mistake after another, and his spiritual realm could not match this little girl.

"I took the initiative to send you and give you kung fu, not because of your threats and exchanges. The middle-aged man tried to further persuade Qingwen to accept his teachings.

"That's not going to work," Qingwen said again seriously:

"Everything has its own reason, and what does not belong to me is not mine after all. I don't need to force it. I just need to be myself," Qingwen said with wide eyes, looking directly at the middle-aged man:

"Martial arts is the goal of my life, of course, I must seek advice at any time. However, it is another thing to solve the immediate imperative and rescue you. If you mix them up and negotiate and exchange them with related interests, it is actually a sign of disrespect and disrespect. ”

When the middle-aged man heard this, he was ashamed.

"The gentleman has taken the way, uncle, I know that you are now ventriloquisting, and you are so dogmatic at such a young age. But that's how I grew up while thinking about myself......"

Speaking of which, Qingwen looked at the wound on her thigh, and suddenly, an idea moved, and it seemed that she had found the problem.