Chapter 141: Escape

Luo Xuan walked to the three thatched huts, glanced at them with infinite nostalgia, let out a long sigh, and turned around and walked down the mountain.

He's already on the run.

If Zimei woke up and remembered the scene just now, she would definitely be annoyed and angry.

Luo Xuan's heart ached when he thought of this. Zimei was originally the person he admired the most, a goddess-like existence, but now because of his own confusion, he can't even see each other.

What happens when we meet?

He didn't know, he didn't dare to think about it, he could only escape.

That's why his heart hurts.

It seems that something is in my mind, and it is useless to be sullen.

Not long after running out, the remnant sun set down the mountain, and night fell.

There are no stars and no moon, the night is terrible, and you can't see your fingers.

In the depths of this mountain, the night is darker.

In a few moments, the deep valleys in the mountains were filled with that kind of mist, and the vast expanse was overwhelming, and it seemed to be endless.

He ran all the way, but his mind quickly recalled his acquaintance with Zimei and the scenes of these days.

The scenes are imitating in front of you, but some things are already things and people, and the vicissitudes of life.

Who made all this?

Thinking about it, a few hot tears rolled down his eyes.

During the run, one of them was not vigilant, stumbled under his feet, and couldn't retract his momentum, and his body rolled down the mountain like a hydrangea.

The mountain road is rugged and rocky, with many three-edged and six-edged strange stones, as well as countless pebbles. He rolled all the way down, and there were many injuries on his body, and the skin on his shoulders, chest and abdomen was broken, and there were many bruises on his legs. In this dark night, he couldn't see, and there was a mist around him, but fortunately, he had superb internal skills, if it weren't for this, he would have already broken his head and died in the mountains.

Bang.

He stopped, but he hit a huge rock wall, and when he stopped, he fell unconscious.

I don't know how long it took, he opened his eyes leisurely, and there was not much difference between opening and closing his eyes, and it was still dark all around.

The fog was still there, thicker.

He rested for a while, the pain in his body became more painful, he couldn't see anything around him, and he couldn't check the injury. After a moment of recuperation, he stood up again.

I have to escape, the effect of that * will not be too long, presumably Zimei is about to wake up.

Thinking of this, his face was hot, it was not emotion, but shame, his big red face could not be seen in the dark, but he bowed his head deeply.

He took another step.

This time, he didn't dare to run, so he could only fight step by step.

As the saying goes: it's easier to go up the mountain than to go down.

The mountain road is uneven, and there are many corners, and if you are not careful, you will hit your head and break the blood flow. Even in the daytime, no one dares to run down the mountain, let alone this dark night.

One step at a time, it was very difficult to walk, and I didn't know how far I had gone or where I had gone.

Of course, he remembered the way up the mountain, but the road down the mountain may not be the same, not to mention that there is more than one mountain here.

He stopped suddenly.

Walking blindly in the dark like him, it is impossible to say that he has gone to the depths of the mountain, and going out of the mountain will become a mountain.

Apparently thinking of this layer as well, he stopped, groped for a large rock, and sat down.

The fog grew thicker and thicker, making it difficult to breathe, as if a thick curtain had appeared in front of one's eyes, making people dreary. However, the mountain breeze is clear, and I can finally get some sobriety. The mountain breeze blew slowly, and on the night of the second quarter, Luo Xuan felt cold. He tightened his shirt, folded his arms, and unconsciously leaned back, leaning against a large rock.

The cold boulder has long since exhausted the warmth left by the day.

He crossed his arms, leaned against the big stone, thinking about the messy things in his mind, and before he knew it, he was dazed for a while, and sleepiness hit, and he actually fell asleep.

I don't know how much time passed, his body moved suddenly, as if he was shivering, and suddenly opened his eyes.

At that time, the sky was already bright, and the sun was rising in the east, driving away the fog, and there were bursts of birds and flowers in all directions.

Luo Xuan breathed hard in the fresh air of the early morning, his heart was broad, and the air in the mountains in the early morning was even more relaxed.

He turned his head to look around, and saw that he was on the mountainside, and a few steps away was a cliff, but fortunately he had stopped in time last night, otherwise he would have been crushed.

He stood up and stretched lazily, and at the same time his heart shook with a flash of lightning in his head.

At this time, Zimei had already woken up.

He subconsciously raised his eyes to look at the top of the mountain, the clouds were full of mist, and he couldn't see anything clearly, let alone the three thatched huts.

At this moment, he was suddenly so nostalgic.

Just like that, I will never see you again.

The thought flashed through my mind, and there was a dull pain in my heart, as if my heart had been struck by a sudden hammer.

Can't stay, if the color is bright today, if Zimei can't be angry, go down the mountain to find it, and you will be a dead end.

He is not afraid of death, but he just doesn't want to die with such infamy and other people's resentment.

However, he also knew that after doing this, no matter how bright he was, he was just a lowly embryo.

Thinking so, he smiled silently and bitterly.

In a short time, he took a big stride, made his way, and walked down the mountain.

The mountain that finally came out, looking back again, there was a feeling of being suddenly separated from the world. The joy of coming, the sorrow of leaving, the mountains and rivers are still the same, and the sweet dreams are no more.

He sighed, his chest dull and unable to breathe, and suddenly he roared, and sprang out in stride, running wildly into the distance.

He's running wildly, but he's also running away, escaping from reality, running away.

Running in a hurry, I saw clumps of trees, rows of houses, and paths.

He didn't think about it, he didn't look at it, there was a thought in his heart, he was going to flee, and he didn't know where to flee.

Before I knew it, the sun had risen to midheaven again, and it was already noon.

At this time, he was already sweating profusely, even sweating between his hair, converging into thin trickles, flowing down his cheeks and nose, and wisps of hot air were steaming from his hair.

He stood still, gasping for breath. Although the internal strength is exquisite, but all the way for a few hours, it has also run for nearly a hundred miles, even the fierce horse will not be able to bear it.

When he stopped, he felt a sense of helplessness, his whole body was fluttering, as if his body was no longer his own, and he couldn't exert any strength lazily.

Running so far, Zimei is determined not to find him.

He secretly breathed for a moment, and his breath was evenly adjusted, and then his stomach rumbled a few times, remembering that he had not eaten for a day, and had run such a long way, and his internal strength and physical strength were very exhausted, and he felt even more hungry and hungry at this time.

He looked around, but there was a small town not far ahead, and it was bustling with activity, like a lively market.

After getting along with Zimei in the silent mountain for a few days, I saw this lively scene again, and I actually felt a warm feeling in my heart.

It's back to the world.

Although this town is not big, it exudes a clear spirit, like a world isolated from the red dust. The sun is shining here, the air here is fresh, and the pedestrians are full of smiles from the bottom of their hearts, and they look simple.

Although the houses on both sides are not Biwa Feiyong, they are also very exquisite, without the slightest sense of decadence, and the streets are bustling with pedestrians. From time to time, there was the sound of hawking, or there was a few barking dogs mixed with the sound of a dangerous dog.

A pastoral delight.

Luo Xuan walked over, walking all the way. I walked past a stall selling fritters, looked at it, shook my head, and walked past a stall selling wontons, I also looked at it, shook my head and walked away.

Suddenly, a long pole appeared on the side of the road, and on the pole was a worn flag, on which were written several vague handwritings that were almost unrecognizable, and the words "inn" were vaguely written.

Luo Xuan raised his eyes and was slightly surprised that there was such a building in such a small town.

Although the signboard is dilapidated, the façade of this inn is not small, and the three-story elegant building is still full of ancient charm. There is a bar counter in the middle of the hall, and a person who looks like an outsider is sitting on a rocking chair, his fat body is shaking with the chair up and down, and he is holding a jujube red teapot in his hand, and he is closing his eyes to recuperate, with a comfortable face.

The hall was crowded with people, almost full, staggered, and occasionally laughed. The guys who ran the hall almost trotted all the way, busy adding tea to the guest officers, delivering water and rice, and the breeze blew, sending bursts of aroma of food, wine and meat, and Luo Xuan's stomach screamed even harder.

He stuck out his tongue and licked his chapped lips, swallowed hard, and walked in.

Luo Xuan chose a place by the window, ordered a table of sumptuous delicacies, and asked for a jar of old wine.

The shopkeeper was dumbfounded, standing at the dining table in a daze, unable to return to his senses for a long time.

Luo Xuan glanced at him, frowned, patted the pocket on his waist, patted it crackling, and said, "Why don't you go quickly, you're afraid that I don't have any money, don't worry, yours are indispensable." ”

The snapping sound caused many people to look back, with different looks, some envious, some disdainful.

The shopkeeper smiled wryly and said, "That's not what the little one means, it's just that there are so many meals, and you ...... alone."

"You care so much, go quickly!" Luo Xuan raised his voice.

"Okay, this master, you wait a moment. The shopkeeper bent over, turned around and walked away, walked into the kitchen, and couldn't help but scold: "Pig!"

The fat-headed and fat-brained guy was cooking vegetables, sweat was dripping on his forehead, and when he heard Xiao'er's words, he raised his head and asked, "What's the matter, someone ordered a roast suckling pig?"

The shopkeeper said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, do as ordered, be fast!"

The guy took the menu and looked at it, and exclaimed, "Who, I ordered so many dishes, and they were all meat, and I was alone, what a ...... Pigs!"

Luo Xuan wiped his mouth with a full stomach and burped. He was the only diner left in the hall at this time, for it was already past noon.

There was only vegetable soup left on a large table of dishes, not even a bean sprout vermicelli, and the jar of old wine had also seen the bottom, and the shopkeeper opened two small black eyes, surprised, and full of surprise.

"How many taels of silver?" Luo Xuan said as he touched his pocket.

"You, a total of one, two, six, three. ”

"Give you two taels, don't look for it. Luo Xuan casually threw out a silver ingot.

The shopkeeper hurriedly took it in his hand, smiled all over his face, nodded and said, "Thank you, guest officer, you are blessed with all the sky, hehe, master, you go slowly." ”

Luo Xuan stood up slowly, and was just about to turn around, glanced at the shopkeeper, and said, "Junior Er, I'll ask you something!"