Wang Lie was still singing loudly.

No one heard him sing a song along the way, but at this time it was out of control.

No one could understand the words he sang, vaguely similar to the singing from the other side, with the characteristic tongue-curling accent of the Wumin of Yunzhou. His voice is far less loud and rigid than that of a dog, but it is higher and sharper, as if a sharp needle is scraping vigorously in a person's brain, making people dizzy and painful, and they want to vomit it out.

"Is Lao Wang crazy?" Stone asked the dog next to him tremblingly.

"Listen to Lao Wang," Goudan also said, "This song is called 'Walking in the Cloud Wilderness.'

Wumin likes to sing this, deep in the mountains and Daze, and he can't hear clearly from afar, but it's okay to sing. ”

"Isn't that a goblin on the other side?" The dog swallowed and spitted: "The ghost only knows, the mountain demon also sings human songs." ”

Wang Lie sang for a long time and finally stopped, his gong-like voice was still echoing around, and the glutinous voice on the opposite side came with the wind.

This time the singing seemed to be much lighter, although I still couldn't understand it, but it was not as deep and mysterious as just now.

The song is far different from the tune of the Eastern Continent, sometimes mixed with laughter like silver bells, and sometimes like two larks crying at each other on the branches. For a while, half of the gloomy atmosphere dissipated, and there was a girl's moving feeling in the singing voice opposite, singing a group of men with crisp bones and soft hearts, and the dog swallowed and foamed quietly, but this time it was not afraid.

"That's it!" Wang Lie turned his head, lit a torch, and looked at the cripple with a pair of eyes, but there was a little more murder in his eyes.

The lame man looked at him with a gloomy face, just now he almost shot Qi Lie with an arrow, but he didn't mean to apologize at this time.

"How far can you shoot that arrow?" Wang Lie didn't even have a seizure, but just looked at the bow in the cripple's hand.

The lame man rolled his eyes and looked at him: "Two hundred steps, you have to shoot the goose in the left eye, and I will not hurt its right eye." ”

"Didn't you ask how far you could shoot, just shoot far, how far you could shoot?"

The lame man seemed to be stunned for a moment: "When you shoot at the sky, when you don't go against the wind, there are always five hundred steps." ”

Wang Lie nodded: "It's almost, try it!" He unloaded a very long and thin hemp rope from his horse, asked the lame man to take a feathered arrow, tied the hemp rope to the end of the arrow, took the flax soaked in pine resin from the extinguished torch, tied it to the shaft and lit it, and then handed the arrow to the lame man, pointing in the direction from which the song came.

"Over there, you shoot, with as much force as you can."

The lame man hesitated slightly, loosened his wrist, and slammed the green bow, and the arrow pointed directly at Wang Lie's head.

When everyone was shocked, the cripple turned to one side again, raised his arms, and suddenly turned into a posture of shooting geese in the air.

The feather arrow roared away from the string, and immediately disappeared into the dark night sky, and everyone looked up hard, only to see that little bit of fire drew a huge arc and threw it towards the opposite side of Daze.

"Good archery!" Dogan said with some envy.

An ordinary horn bow can't shoot at 300 paces, but the cripple's arrow is undoubtedly shot 500 paces away.

The hemp yarn on the shaft of the arrow didn't burn for long, and it was immediately extinguished, leaving only the thin hemp rope still in Wang Lie's palm.

He lit a torch and said nothing, and there was a look of awe-inspiring on his burnt and funny face.

After a while, there was another singing voice from the opposite side, and Qi Lie's face showed joy.

He tightened the hemp rope with his hands and feet, and at last the thin hemp rope was finished, but a wrist-thick black oil rope was tied to the head of the hemp rope.

"What do you say?" Lao Peng asked in a deep voice.

"On the other side are the ladies of Daze Village," Wang Lie wiped her face with her sleeve, "she sang that the water is too big this year, and the rocks below have been carried away a lot by muddy water, and the stone bridge will definitely not be able to walk." If you want to walk the rope bridge, I and the previous leader walked the cloud famine, and it was also in the big flood season, and we also walked this kind of rope bridge. ”

"Rope bridge?" Wang Lie compared the black oil rope in his hand: "The opposite side of this rope has been tethered."

Here we find eight horses, set them in a group, and pull this rope with all our might, which is the rope bridge.

People and horses walked over the rope bridge, and people pulled the rope, and the saddle ring was worn on the rope so that they would not drown in it. ”

Lao Peng was still groaning, but the lame man said coldly: "If we go halfway and the person on the opposite side cuts the rope, won't we all have to be trapped inside?" ”

Wang Lie shrugged his shoulders: "The poisonous snake snatched the gold bead in its mouth, and it was originally a fatal business to go to the cloud waste, so don't have the heart to make a fortune if you don't have the guts."

And we are also guests of the Wumin to transport goods, why do people have nothing to do, why do they have to cut the rope? ”

"Why should a bunch of wild people outside the world believe them?" Wang Lie seemed to be a little angry: "I have been in the cloud wilderness for more than ten years, and I have never heard of such a thing as cutting rope bridges!" ”

The cripple had a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "Deputy Wang, why should we believe you?" ”

"You!" Wang Lie glared violently, almost involuntarily reaching out to pull the knife from his waist.

"No need to fight!" Lao Peng suddenly stretched out his arm to block the lame man, "Believe it or not, everyone has come here, there is no reason to turn back, rope bridge stone bridge, let's go!" ”

"Lao Wang," Lao Peng turned to Wang Lie, "Is this rope bridge a stable rope?" ”

Wang Lie gritted his yellow teeth and let go of the handle of the knife on his waist: "As long as you hold on to the rope, there is nothing difficult." There's only one bad thing about that.

The eight horses and the man in charge of the horses who stayed here couldn't get through in the end, so they had to stay here until we came back to pick him up. ”

"Oh?" Lao Peng responded lightly, and really didn't react much.

Wang Lie held his torch high and looked at the group of brothers around him, a pair of dim eyes swept across the faces of the surrounding crowd.

It was a rather annoying gaze, like a merchant looking at a donkey or horse in the market.

Lao Peng's men are arrogant, especially displeased.

One of them frowned and shouted coldly: "Look at a fart, whoever likes to stay and watch the horses, our brother is not interested in this anyway." ”

Wang Lie snorted coldly in his nose: "Knowing that Old Peng's subordinates are all good men, I didn't point to you to stay, so I will pick other brothers, and I can't count on you." ”

He rolled his eyes and glanced up and down at Qianjun: "Brother, you look like a big force came out, but you also pinned your head to the waistband of your trousers, and this road ahead is originally nine deaths."

For the sake of you, you saved my brother's life, we came out to share your share, and if you want, you can stay here and watch the horse. ”

Qianjun was slightly surprised, and quickly regained his usual calm expression.

He smiled lightly and shook his head: "Thank you Wang Bangtou for your kindness, I don't have anything at all, I didn't come out to do business in the first place, I just want to go to the northernmost Daze to bring back some things." ”