Uncle Baiwang told everyone to step back, and he pulled out a bamboo arrow from the bamboo basket. A thin silk thread was tied to the tail of the arrow, and under the sun's rays, it shimmered with golden light. I don't know what material this silk thread is made of, Wang Jin only saw it, Uncle Baiwang walked to the edge of the cliff, set up a bow and released arrows, and shot past a pine tree on the opposite rock wall.

Seeing that an entire arrow had reached the crown of the pine tree, Uncle Baiwang lowered his bow and carefully straightened the thin silk thread.

Abba Song took his bamboo basket over, and Uncle Baiwang reached into the basket and looked as if it was tying a knot. Sure enough, an extremely thick hemp rope was tied to the end of the silk thread, and a cross iron anchor that looked like an anchor was hung from the rope.

This kind of rope is called a coil rope, which means that it is coiled up when not in use.

Uncle Baiwang walked to the edge of the cliff again, and pulled back with both hands in turn, and the iron on the rope began to fly towards the opposite rock wall.

Wang Jin looked carefully, and it turned out that the tail of the arrow shot by Uncle Baiwang actually carried two strands of thread. It's just a silk thread split into two strands. I don't know what mechanism is on the pine tree over there, and I didn't pay attention to it just now. Another long thread was blocked in mid-air.

Seeing that the iron anchor had also ended up in the pine tree, Uncle Song and Uncle Song went over to help. The three of them shouted and shook the rope vigorously. Seeing a rope wave "whoosh", I wanted to float over the pine tree opposite.

Then, Uncle Baiwang pulled the coil rope hard, and now it was very secure.

Everyone began to pack their things, and Uncle Baiwang had already carried a bamboo basket on his back. An uncle's hound was put into the basket, and he rode on a rope and swung over.

At this time, the rainstorm had just stopped, and the mountains were covered with fog. A figure pendant in the air, the rainbow on the horizon is like a bridge, the scenery is beautiful and peculiar.

After Wang Jin watched Uncle Baiwang pass, he jumped down behind the pine tree, and it seemed that there was a place to put his feet in the opposite place. Soon, there was a sound of "Susu" coiling the rope, and a hanging lock flew over this way.

Seeing the sling, Wang Jin didn't feel strange. This thing is commonly used by people all over Sichuan. I have crossed the river since I was a child, and I have used this thing countless times. Sometimes, it's not just about getting better. Skilled girls can bring a bicycle there, which is too normal for people in the mountains.

The following things were simple, and everyone passed one after another, and it took half an hour. Finally, there was Uncle, before he came, he hid all his things in a hidden place. Officially stepping on the land of "Xianren Peak", Wang Jin never expected to come to the place in his life, this curiosity arose, and he wanted to see what was going on.

After the uncle came, he led the way. Uncle Wang led Wang Jin to walk in the middle, leaving Uncle Baiwang and Abba Song to break off. The group bypassed the rock wall, and as soon as they turned the corner, something unexpected appeared in front of Wang Jin, something that made him dumbfounded.

It was a gate, the gate of a tall, rusty old building.

I saw a strange bronze beast head hanging on the top of the door. His eyes bulged out, and his mouth opened to blood. Wang Jin thought of this, where did he seem to have seen it? After thinking about it, it seems to be the totem of the Yi people.

Speaking of the Yi people, they have always been called the barbarian Yi in ancient times. It's pejorative, it smacks of discrimination. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, after the representative of the Yi nationality was received by Chairman Mao, he changed the barbarian Yi to the current Yi of the Yi nationality. Yi fellow countryman, Wang Jin has seen a lot since he was a child. Their unique costumes and independent language give Wang Jin the impression of being warm and mysterious.

In this place, such a building appeared inexplicably, and Wang Jin began to wonder if he was also an ethnic minority? However, looking at Uncle Wang and Uncle Wang on the side, and looking at the color of the skin on his body, it is not black and red, so it is estimated that he is thinking too much.

When everyone came to the door, Wang Jin saw it clearly. The door was nothing more than a layer of copper wrapped on the outside of the wood, and now, the rain has corroded badly over the years, and the wood inside can be seen in many places. The door was half open and half closed. Looking at the moss underneath, it is estimated that this door will not be able to open and close for a long time.

Uncle Wang walked to the door and knelt down first. Say it loudly: Say hello to your ancestors! As he spoke, he bowed his head. So, Wang Jin also followed the example of a few people, knelt down and kowtowed eight times in a row, and then got up and followed everyone in.

When he entered the door, Wang Jin realized that this was an ancient cottage that was built in ancient times and did not know when. At that time, there should have been a lot of wooden buildings.

Now, the wooden attic has long since collapsed, and it is crawling with wild rattan. Only below the distant peaks is a temple-like building, but the style is completely different from these attics.

Wang Jin didn't speak, and walked forward with everyone. Walking in front of a low green meadow, Wang Jin suddenly saw the white pig lying not far in front of him, looking at him with his eyes.

He suspected that his eyes were spent? I can't help but want to touch the bamboo basket behind me. Uncle Wang's hand held him down. And he saw that in the grass beside the white pig, suddenly two more white pigs ran out. "My grass" turned out to be more than one.

Uncle Wang knew that it was necessary to explain to Wang Jin at this time: This white pig has been owned by our grandfather for three generations. It has been kept here for generations. Grandpa Taizu is not only good at hunting and the medical skills of poisonous insects and beasts, but after all, he has a lot of affairs to start a sect. It's just that the three generations of grandfathers traveled to this place and discovered such a strange species, and even discovered the ability of this guy to be born with poisons. With this guy's help, the reputation of our Snake King Valley spread in the rivers and lakes. With the existence of this thing, Grandpa Taizu might not have been able to think of it back then.

Snake King Valley, Snake King Valley, Wang Jin kept chattering in his heart. What I have seen and heard in the past two days is really undreamable. But what else will happen next, he can't guess.

When everyone walked to the middle of the green grass, Wang Jin could only hear a burst of humming sound in all directions, and more than a dozen white pigs came over at once, of different sizes. Seeing Uncle Wang, he was not afraid, and ran to him and sat down obediently.

Among the four hounds, only Xiaobai was restless and whining. Wang Jin went over and patted it on the head. Say to it: You and the white pig are both white, and you have slept together again, why are you still so timid, don't be afraid.

Uncle Wang knew that Wang Jin would definitely not think of this, and no one would be able to think of it. However, looking at the look on Wang Jin's face, he didn't seem to be as surprised as he imagined, it seems that the 2-day journey has made him mentally prepared. The heart said: The burden on this baby's body in the future is not light. However, for now, we have to stabilize slowly, step by step. So he said to Wang Jin: These things smell on them, and the hunting dogs can't smell them. As he spoke, he took the honeycomb from his uncle's hand, broke it and threw it at a group of white pigs. Only then did Wang Jin understand that the honeycomb was originally for these animals to eat.

Uncle Wang also wanted to continue, seeing the front, Uncle Song and Uncle Baiwang didn't stop, walked to a higher place not far away, turned around and waited, and the three people behind were silent.

Uncle said to Wang Jin: Let's go. In the future, you can come whenever you want. This thing, which eats everything, is the number one lazy thing in the world. The third grandfather called them "gluttonous" monsters.

We have rules for naming names. To this guy, he said and pointed at these white pigs. Every generation of people who receive posts are casual, since you call them "white pigs", then we will have to call them "white pigs" with you in the future.

Uncle Wang nodded and agreed: Okay, I'll call them white pigs in the future. Uncle obviously didn't want to delay too much, so he pulled Wang Jin and walked forward. After taking two steps, he suddenly came down again, and looked at Uncle Wang with a somewhat solemn face: Is this thing in front of you an explanation to Wang Jin?

When Wang Jin heard this, he said in his heart: It seems that there must be something strange ahead.

Sure enough, Uncle Wang said to Wang Jin: I heard that you have seen "valley suffocation".

When Wang Jin heard this, he hurriedly replied: I've seen it, and I want to vomit when I think about it.

Uncle Wang nodded: It's okay to watch too much, and you will naturally get used to it. Here's what you need to be prepared for. Don't be scared to death. You kid is smart or smart, but you don't know how bold. Don't see the ranking of the ancestors, so go to the ancestors to report first.

When Wang Jin heard it, what kind of words are these, but if you think about "holding back in the valley", forget it.

When the three of them came, Song Abba and Baiwang came to see that there was dry grass in front of them, and there was a stone-paved road in the middle. At this time, the two seemed to be very nervous. Seeing that Uncle Wang and Uncle Wang were coming, they walked behind the three of them, far away.

Wang Jin wanted to laugh in his heart, look at your guts. I was about to ridicule them, but I heard the uncle behind me say: Leave you. Then there was the sound of a stone rolling into the grass in front of it.

When Wang Jin looked back, his mind buzzed, and for the first time in his life, he really understood what it meant to be "frightened" and what it meant that his mind was blank.