The closer she got, the more obvious it became, Bai Huahua's appearance was definitely not a person, and Bai Qian secretly breathed a sigh of relief. In the past few days, I have been in trouble many times, and now I am most afraid of seeing people. It was only when I got close to see that someone had painted one side of the wall with white ash and wrote many words on it, Bai Qian raised the candle in her hand and read it carefully, for fear of missing something. I saw that the handwriting on it was soft and delicate, although it was written in a hurry, it can also be seen that it should be from the hand of a woman, maybe it is the person who dug this hole secretly:

"At the beginning of Yu's acquaintance with Lao Tong, the two sides joined together, and their hearts were connected, he taught me a body of martial arts, and they worked together to break through the rivers and lakes, and there was almost no resistance for more than ten years. I thought that from now on, the crow will follow the colorful phoenix, and life will be comfortable, and I am only willing to grow old with it and spend this life together, and there is nothing else to ask for. Lao Tong's martial arts are getting higher and higher, and he still doesn't know how to be satisfied, and he just wants to show his reputation in the world and future generations. In a day, there are few words with Yu, and sometimes they do not say a word for several days. There is nothing more boring in life than this. ”

Bai Qian read it twice, and wondered in her heart: "Who is Lao Tong?" She grew up in a deep house compound, just because of a chance opportunity, learned a few extremely ingenious moves, the so-called experience of the rivers and lakes is limited to going to other people's homes to steal knives and the like, so I don't know the famous name of "Jin Laotong" and "Hundred Catastrophes and Thousands of Lives". In her imagination, the person who wrote this must be a frustrated woman, and her husband has other interests, and she can't help but be depressed all day long. is also a woman, the soft place in Bai Qian's heart was touched unconsciously, and she felt something: "The two of them are together, if they are together, it is excellent, if he treats me sincerely, I will cook rice and tea for him, wipe the table and sweep the floor, and I am also willing." Why bother to learn any advanced martial arts, that is, practice day and night, what if you practice to be the first in the world, it is just three meals a day and a bed at night, what is the difference between it and ordinary people? ”

Bai Qian is pure girl's mind, you need to know that practicing martial arts, it seems to be just a fist split, a light jump, meditation and meditation, but it is quite in line with the way of the five elements of yin and yang, the life and gram are endless, and even contain the supreme philosophy of the universe. Especially for those who practice superior martial arts, they can often maintain their essence and cultivate their qi, swallow ups and downs, and the joints and muscles around their bodies are all turned and smooth, not to mention that they can be used to punish adultery and eliminate evil, and become famous in the world. Therefore, in all dynasties, there are many people who are addicted to it, and some people go crazy and throw away their lives because of this. Not only martial arts, but also qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry, hops, tea, etc., clever people can often glimpse the complexity from the simple, comprehend the colorful in the simplicity, the deeper they go into it, the more they are endless, and they can't extricate themselves, otherwise there will be no stories such as Wei Yigong's good crane and his death, Wang Shouren's crying chess and poems, etc.

Seeing that there were no other words on the wall, Bai Qian sighed and walked forward. The road is sometimes wide and sometimes narrow, and sometimes you have to crawl to get through. Bai Qian shone the candle around as she walked, and sure enough, after a while, she found another handwriting, which was also painted with white ash, and then wrote on it, only to see that it was written:

"I still remember that spring, a certain gentleman from Xihai visited his home, and the feast was very satisfying to my heart. Yu was confused for a while, hoping for the joy of the moment, regardless of the future results. After coming to the Xihai Valley, I traveled with Lao Qiao in the mountains and forests every day, but I was also infinitely happy, and gave birth to a daughter the following year, which fulfilled my wish for many years. Who knew that Yu's fate was so bad. A few years have passed, and Lao Qiao has faded to me, and he doesn't look at it anymore, and he is not as good as the old boy of the past. In another few years, Lao Tong tracked him down, and then pestered him, Lao Qiao was weak, and imprisoned me here, so that Yu could not see Lao Tong. My sin is serious, fortunately don't add to the new one, the old boy and I, with kindness and affection, how can we never see each other again for the rest of our lives? ”

Only then did Bai Qian understand the origin of this road, which was actually for the purpose of meeting her old lover. In the hundreds of years after the Song Dynasty, science has been regarded as orthodox, thinking that "starvation to death is a small matter, and loss of festival is a big matter" (Cheng Yiyu), but even if it is as serious as Zhu Xi himself, he does not object to a woman's remarriage, and once said: "Marrying after the death of a husband is a loss of moderation, but there are also those who have no choice, and the saint cannot prohibit it." "And it is very common for ordinary women to remarry or even marry three times, and everyone is accustomed to it. The custom is like this, so Bai Qian didn't care, and even secretly hoped that this hard-working woman would finally meet the "old boy", and by the way, help herself escape.

But after a while, she was disappointed, and she paused for a long time in front of the third text, staring for a long time:

"I have been digging holes here for several months, but fortunately I have not been noticed by Lao Qiao, but I have been tired and tired every night, and I have gradually felt exhausted. This morning, I vomited blood again, my head and eyes were dizzy, the pulse of my hands was weak, the number of strings was slow, and I knew that my days were numbered. I'm afraid I won't be able to go here again tomorrow night, and in the end it will fall short, isn't it providential? If there is an afterlife, I don't want to be the first in the world in martial arts, nor do I want to be rich and noble, I just want to be a farmer with a hoe, a woodcutter who collects firewood, a few houses, talk about shelter from the wind and rain, and stay with my sweetheart for a long time, I wish it was enough! Spring has arrived, on Qingcheng Mountain, the pear tree planted by Yu and Lao Tong should be in full bloom, fragrant snow like the sea, if I can see again in this life, it is death and no regrets! The outlaw Chen Bijun wrote here. ”

Seeing this, there was no other text on the wall, Bai Qian knew that her name was "Chen Bijun", and it was indeed a woman's name.

Halfway through crying, she suddenly remembered that the last text seemed to have a meaning that did not connect the corridor, Bai Qian's heart tightened at that moment, and she felt real pain because she shrank too quickly. She collected her tears, threw herself on the wall and looked at it again, and sure enough, it clearly said "In the end, it fell short"!

These words were particularly eye-catching, piercing her eyes. Bai Qian was not reconciled, wiped the tears from her face, reluctantly lifted her steps, and staggered to move deeper. Maybe the "old boy" helped her dig a way out from the outside, maybe the nearby beasts fought and accidentally knocked down the exit, maybe the dirt and rocks ran out on their own one day, maybe they ...... Bai Qian thought about all kinds of unbelievable stories over and over again, and before she reached a desperate situation, she didn't want to let the little fire of hope in her heart be easily extinguished. Although she has only been away from Bazhou for a few days, she is no longer the pampered eldest lady she used to be.

As she walked, she looked to both sides with wide eyes, but except for those three places, there was not a word or sentence left behind. This time she didn't go far before she was stopped in front of a dirt wall. It turned out that the dirt and rocks did not run away on their own long legs, and there were no wild beasts nearby, this was a dead end, and the tunnel was indeed not dug through.

The last bit of hope disappeared, Bai Qian's mind was empty at this time, she didn't know what to think, her hand was weak, and the half-lit candle slipped from her palm, fell to the ground and struggled twice before it was extinguished. She didn't shed tears, these days, she had exhausted her tears and couldn't shed them anymore, she only felt that her legs were sore, and it seemed that she was no longer her own, her body seemed to have been sucked out of her skeleton, and she could no longer support the weight of her body.

With a bang, her body hit the dirt wall in front of her, and there were a few loud bangs, and along with her body, there were large masses of mud, sand and fine stones, which rumbled and echoed endlessly, and passed out sullenly, and soon a small hill was piled up around her.

Why...... Bai Qian leaned against the wall, staring blankly at the huge mound of earth in front of her, her brain seemed to be closed by the hands of a thousand lives, and it was extremely difficult to think of anything. But in the dark, I seem to feel that this "why" is related to my life, and I have to ask why...... Why......

She froze, closed her eyes and rested for a moment, and said the vague words in her mind word by word: "Why...... The soil here ...... Yes...... So...... Soft? ”

Yes! She jumped up from the ground excitedly and muttered to herself, "Whatever the hell, can't I go out?" She looked down, and sure enough, she pulled out a bronze duck lamp from under the mound, the plate and the lamp were long gone, and only a bronze lamppost remained, which should have been left by Chen Bijun. I tried to close my hands, smashed it forward a few times, a large piece of sand and soil fell one after another, and after a few more pounds, a ray of sunlight cut through the thick layer of soil like a sharp sword, and finally shone on Bai Qian's face, which couldn't help but be ecstatic.

She didn't understand the truth at this time, there was heat and humidity under the valley, and water was constantly seeping out of the cave, merging into a trickle. The water is soft, but it has been flowing for many years, slowly hollowing out the soil layer, leaving only the floating soil to cover it, and the hole is actually not far away, so it will be scattered as soon as it is dug up. If Bai Qian had come a year or two earlier, or if she had deviated a little bit when digging a hole, she would inevitably have a lifelong hatred.

Bai Qian picked up the mound of soil, stepped out in three or two steps, and when she looked back again, she couldn't help but sigh: "This person is really unlucky!" ”