Cui Wenqing said with a smile: "This is pedantic, the predecessors of the master engraved the palm here, obviously to find a person who can inherit his mantle, now that you have completely memorized the palm, you can naturally be regarded as the completion of the wish of the predecessor master, and it is natural to destroy it, so as not to be learned by the unscrupulous apprentices, thus endangering the world." ”

Yun Wanqiu thought for a while, and finally nodded: "Brother Cui is right, that's good, I'll destroy the palm technique." ”

After finishing speaking, she stood up and walked to the wall, bowed deeply and said sincerely: "The senior master, the little woman Yun Wanqiu, is the second generation of the beggar gang, although I don't know what your name is, and I don't know the name of this set of palms, but the seniors will leave the palms here, and always have a master-apprentice relationship with the little girl, please accept the little girl's worship." ”

The words fell, and there was another bow, Yun Wanqiu said solemnly: "In order to prevent the palm technique from being learned by the unscrupulous apprentices, the little woman decided to destroy the murals on the wall after thinking about it, and also hoped that the predecessors would understand. ”

Hearing this, Cui Wenqing reminded with a smile: "Xiao Yun'er, I think since this set of palm techniques doesn't have a name, it's better for you to just take a name." ”

Yun Wanqiu was right to think about it, her eyes lit up after a little contemplation, she already had an idea in her heart, and said solemnly to the wall: "Now the situation of the beggar gang is unstable and turbulent, and the Jiangnan beggar gang headed by Long Fuyi is ready to move, and wants to do the thing of splitting the north and the south. ”

"What, Dragon's Palm? Eighteen palms of the dragon? ”

Listening to these words in Cui Wenqing's ears, he did not hesitate to thunder on the ground, what is the situation? The name of the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending was actually taken by Xiao Yun'er? Could it be that this is the true source of the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending?

Seeming to see Cui Wenqing's surprise, Yun Wanqiu smiled and said: "Brother Cui, you often ask me if the beggar gang has eighteen palms to descend the dragon, in order to fulfill your wishes, and my enemy happens to be surnamed Long, so I will take the name of this set of nameless palms as the name of the dragon, but the tricks on this wall are not only eighteen styles, but twenty-eight styles, so it can only be called twenty-eight palms of dragon descending." ”

When the words fell, Cui Wenqing suddenly came back to his senses, couldn't help stroking his palms and laughing: "Not bad, yes, the name of the dragon palm is really wonderful!" Wanqiu Gang Leader, I believe that you will be able to carry forward the Dragon Descending Palm. ”

Yun Wanqiu smiled, suddenly thought of something, and sighed lightly: "I don't know if we can go out yet, how can we carry it forward?" ”

Cui Wenqing is right to think about it, and he couldn't help but be a little discouraged for a while, and he was so discouraged, are you really ready to abandon me? Or maybe they couldn't find me at all? Looks like it's really troublesome this time.

Time passed slowly, and after a long time, the water in the water bladder was finally exhausted.

Cui Wenqing leaned weakly on the corner of the wall, only to feel that his throat was dry like a fire, his stomach was empty like a knife, his whole person's vision and hearing were hazy, and there was a heavy tinnitus in his ears, and he was on the verge of death.

He knew that his limit was approaching, so he showed a helpless and self-deprecating wry smile, turned his head to look at Yun Wanqiu who was sitting next to him, and said very sadly: "Xiao Yun'er, I'm just afraid that I will die soon." The road to Huangquan can have you as a companion, and it is not too lonely...... I just didn't expect me to cross over...... He died so badly...... Hehaha, it's ridiculous, ridiculous......"

Yun Wanqiu is a person who practices martial arts, and her physique is much stronger than Cui Wenqing, but she is also on the verge of death, recalling what she has encountered in the past few days, the corners of her mouth overflow with a smile ripple of unknown meaning.

The ancients often said that "if you are in a different room, if you die, you will be in the same cave", and being able to die with him like this can be regarded as a good comfort in a desperate situation.

I hope that in the next life, I can really have a reincarnation and an afterlife, and I can also get to know Brother Cui, which is the best.

Thinking about it, Yun Wanqiu, who was approaching the limit, put aside all her shyness and scruples, stretched out her slender hand and slowly rubbed it to find it, and finally she touched Cui Wenqing's palm, and used all the strength of her body to hold it tightly, and she didn't want to let go of her fingers interlocked.

Cui Wenqing sensed Yun Wanqiu's actions, and only thought that she was afraid, but she didn't care much, and smiled and grabbed her slender hand tighter.

Just when the two of them were about to run out of oil and the lamp was dry, a sound came softly, which also made Yun Wanqiu, who had already closed her beautiful eyes and waited for death, suddenly wake up, and her beautiful eyes flashed with surprise.

"Brother Cui, did you hear any sound just now?"

"Voice? I didn't hear it, but I was afraid it was an auditory hallucination. ”

"Auditory hallucinations?"

"Yes, I've heard people say that when people are about to die...... There are many voices that could not be heard before, and some are even the calls of deceased relatives......"

Hearing his explanation, Xiao Yun'er bowed slightly, closed her eyes again, but just a moment, those beautiful eyes suddenly opened again, struggled to stand up and said in surprise: "Brother Cui, there is really a sound outside, it seems to be moving a boulder." ”

"Really?" Cui Wenqing didn't hear anything, and his expression was still puzzled.

Yun Wanqiu pointed to her ears and smiled: "Don't forget that I have amazing ears since I was a child, and I can't be wrong." ”

After finishing speaking, she raised her last strength and shouted in a loud voice, "Hey! Feed! We're here. ”

The voice swirled back and forth for a long time, but no one responded.

On the ground, Zhi Zhao looked at the ruined wall in front of him, and his heart sank straight down.

For several days, Zhi Zhao kept asking around and searching, and almost rummaged around Taiyuan City, only to find that Cui Wenqing's friend named Xiao Yun'er lived in this mountain temple.

However, when she led her army here full of hope, what she saw was a collapsed house, and there was still half a figure there, and even if someone was inside, it had been buried in layers of rubble, and there was no chance of survival.

Suddenly, after running for several days in a row, her body and mind were all haggard, she couldn't stand it anymore, she sat on the ground as if she had lost all her strength, looking at the mess in front of her stupidly, and there were gradually a little tears in her eyes.

"The Metropolitan Governor ......" Mu Wan, who had never seen Zhi Zhao look like this, was very sad, and she didn't dare to care about her face for a while, and she was a little slurred when she spoke.

Zhi Zhao didn't look at her, just looked at her in such a demented daze, as if he didn't hear it at all, and a deep sense of despair welled up in his heart.