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The more the spade Lingwa wielded, the more energetic she became, and she thought, look at me to break this sinkhole for you, and break this cliff for you, I will make your dungeon or dungeon cease to exist.

Let these laborers run for their lives!

In this way, beliefs are quickly generated in the mind, turned into power, used in the hands, transmitted to shovels, hammers, and smashed directly on the rocks, boom, boom, boom, burst, resounding to the bottom of the pit!

Soon, because of the Lingwa, their group of five people had a large pile of quarry, far ahead of the other groups of mining, and those patrolling soldiers passed by, and they couldn't help but look at them twice. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, the madman from before, naked and black, came running up to the pile of ore that had just been knocked down, dancing happily, singing and dancing,

"Pick up gold, a lot of gold, come and pick it up--uh-oh-"

The madman was screaming frantically, and at that moment, from a distance, swish, an arrow flew and hit the madman's head, and the madman shook his hands in the air, and planted his head from the stone pile, and rolled on the ground, his legs only twitched twice, oh, and there was no response, and blood was sprinkled all over the stones.

Everyone was chilled when they saw it, although it was not the first time, but every time it made people feel cold, their hearts rose to their throats, and they worked harder, maybe it would be their turn one day?

Lingwa was also taken aback, seeing that others were scared, working harder, he didn't dare to stop, thinking while knocking on the stone, the more he thought about it, the more incredible it became?

Think about where the arrow came from? I didn't see it clearly? I couldn't find the holes in the cliffs on all sides, and the soldiers on patrol didn't have bows and arrows, so it seemed that they could only shoot from the black hole at the mouth of the canyon!

Ah, my God! Lingwa couldn't help but secretly exclaim! This distance is more than 1,000 meters, and the shooting force is still very strong! How much bow and arrow does this take? What arm strength? And so accurate.

What kind of bull should this be? Is it any wonder that the management of thousands of people is all in accordance with the distance and the slightest disorder?

Thinking of this, Lingwa couldn't help but feel a little cold, the ambition that had just risen turned into a cloud of smoke in an instant, and sighed to herself, thinking that unless she found my master, maybe she could compare with him, right? But now that she has fallen into this sinkhole, she can't protect herself and can't go out?

The more I thought about it, the more bored I became, and the movements gradually slowed down, and the laborers next to me seemed to see Lingwa's thoughts, and whispered comfortingly,

"Don't be afraid, young man, don't be afraid! Crazy man, it's been crazy for two months, and you can't go home before you go crazy -- the tumor said before, thinking that he was pretending to be crazy, and that he would be given a month to recover -- maybe now that the time has come, he will be hacked against him, right? As long as you are working, there is generally no danger!"

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The first day was like this, in the midst of passionate hope and bloody cruelty, and it was tense!

I was not in the mood for dinner, it was still potatoes, sweet potatoes and gruel, and I asked for a piece of sweet potato, a bowl of porridge, and after eating it in two bites, I went into the hole and lay down on the grass to sleep!

There is a pine resin tree lit in the hole, under the firelight, the thick smoke is all over the hole, the smoked people are uncomfortable, the spirit baby smokes for a while and can't stand it, and runs outside, the torch made of pine resin is also burned outside, the intersection, the road cards are all plugged in, there is still smoke, the black pressure is pressed and a ball rises straight to the sky, illuminates the surroundings, the moon and stars are sparse in the sky, reflected in the large and small puddles in the sinkhole, which makes people feel a little peaceful.

Lingwa sat on the stone pile outside, and many laborers had just returned from work, whispering in twos and threes, or complaining, or sighing, coughing with voices, and walking past him with their heads bowed down.

At the mouth of the canyon far away, the torches were also bright, shining like the day, and the sound of a large number of officers and soldiers in the stone houses below was heard from time to time, and occasionally accompanied by the screams of women.

Lingwa didn't have the heart to think about how those officers and soldiers were happy?, women are not women, how did they come to this otherworldly Silicon Valley? For him now, he has no interest at all! Exhausted, his heart is cold.

Perhaps it was because of the exertion during the day, the lack of nutrition, and the overwork, that he leaned against the stone and fell asleep unconsciously.

In his sleep, he dreamed of a man who overjoyed him, a cripple, who was shooting an arrow—

I saw him pull his bow in one hand and hold an arrow in the other, towards a forest in the distance, and gently let it go, only to hear, whoosh, the woods in the distance instantly parted, and fell on both sides, and a straight avenue appeared in front of him-

The cripple turned his head and smiled at him, picked up the crutch on the ground, and limped away—

Lingwa hurriedly rushed forward and shouted desperately,

"Master, master—"

But why didn't the cripple ignore him? didn't turn his head back and continued to walk forward, Lingwa chased desperately behind, chasing, and never caught up.

He had no strength at all to chase after him, and his legs and feet did not obey him, and he knelt on the ground in a hurry and began to cry! I thought that I was finally looking forward to the appearance of the master, and I had a lot to say and ask him for advice? But he ignored me? I walked farther and farther away, and finally walked into the woods.

And when he was gone, the woods were restored to their original appearance, as if the magical road had been built for him alone?

Lingwa had been sitting on the ground crying desperately, crying, suddenly a leaf fell and hit his head, he didn't care, then another piece fell, he still didn't care, then another piece, he only touched his head with his hand, and then another piece, all hit his head?

He still couldn't help but look up, there was a big tree next to him, or did the leaves keep falling and hitting him on the head? He thought maybe the master ran behind and joked with him? But there was no one? Just a leaf, and he punched the leaf hard, thinking, I'm so angry, and you're going to make trouble?

However, the beaten leaves, unscathed, fell quietly to the ground, and then another leaf fell, and he punched it again, and the leaves still fell intact, and the leaves fell again, and he struck again, and the left fist and right fist struck the wind, and the leaves fell to the ground, but none of them were broken?

As if she suddenly found something, Lingwa picked up a leaf on the ground, and gently tore it, tearing the leaf into two pieces - no more leaves fell on her head!

He suddenly burst into tears and laughed, and kept beating his head with his fists, thinking, "Why am I so stupid?" They all say that I am very spiritual, and this is the master hinting to me that I must overcome steel with softness! When I encounter something, if it is not hard, I will come to the soft one.

Suddenly hope was rekindled, Lingwa picked up a pile of leaves on the ground, lifted it into the air, and let out a "Oh!" from her heart, roared wildly, and suddenly it was dark in front of her, and there was nothing left.

When she woke up, Lingwa opened her eyes and looked around, it was still the flickering torch, and the woman's screams could still be heard at the mouth of the canyon in the distance.

But at this time, the mood was very different, just the scene in the dream reappeared in front of me, thinking that this is the master hinting to me, why am I so stupid?

He was feeling a little terrible about the discouragement in the afternoon! How could he be deflated? Who else could help me but himself? The master had already hinted that if the hard ones were not good, they would come to the soft ones.

It's up to me! I must conserve my strength, and I must not slack off!

So he closed his eyes again, and reimagined his own set of plans in his eyes.

Regained his confidence, and the next day, still full of strength, Lingwa jumped up and down at the mouth of the pit, waving iron tools, crackling, and then boom, boom, boom, large pieces of gold-bearing stones fell from the rock wall, and soon piled up in a pile,

He didn't stop, sweating like rain intermittently, splitting the cliff wall, and digging a hole in it.

The people around him were stunned, thinking how old this kid is, where did he get such a lot of strength? Such a lasting strength? Thinking that if he goes on like this, it won't take long for this sinkhole to be pierced by him, maybe it will collapse and no longer exist?

Lingwa and their group saw that the ore mined was about to pile up into a hill, and they had been working for four or five days as someone else, and the laborers who crushed the stone were even more frightened, thinking that there were so many piles, when would they be crushed?

The patrol soldiers also kept coming over in groups to watch, looking at Lingwa's bare arms, sweating like rain, and different eyes, some surprised, some hateful, and some vicious!

Seeing that she was working hard and the gravel was a mountain, Lingwa was also satisfied, and thought, I just want to get your attention?

Seeing that the fruits of labor exceeded the other groups, Lingwa thought to herself, the work is in front of her, is it okay to rest for a while?

So I deliberately sat on the small stone mountain I had built, wiping my sweat while watching the other groups of labor!

His action frightened the people in the same group, and people kept whispering to him,

"Don't stop, do it slowly, be careful with the arrows that shoot you!"

Lingwa heard it deliberately and said loudly,

"What's the hurry! I've been resting for a while! Anyway, others can't catch up with us!"

After saying that, he deliberately stood up, put his hands on his waist and looked around -- this death-seeking action made hundreds of people at the scene sweat deeply! But no one dared to stand up and remind him loudly!

Lingwa thought to herself, I'll let you shoot? Nearly a thousand meters away, I don't believe I can't see your arrows flying?

Sure enough, as soon as I stood up, I looked around, and suddenly, I saw a black shadow flying from the mouth of the canyon in the distance, heading straight for Lingwa's head-

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed it steadily, and then threw it on the ground, deliberately scolding,

"Who the is so insidious? put a cold arrow in the back? villain-"

As soon as the words fell, I saw the second line of black shadows, and went straight to Lingwa's chest-

Lingwa also stretched out her hand and grabbed it steadily, and continued to scold deliberately,

"Who's doing tricks behind this kid's back? No one has upbringed, isn't it? Don't let your brother and me catch you?"

Then a third arrow came, also aimed at the door of the head,

Lingwa grabbed it, broke it in two, and continued to scold,

"What the, it's endless? Bunny cub, you can come out for me if you have the ability, look at your brother and me, how to clean you up-"

Lingwa thought to herself, Lao Tzu will be out today, and now I don't want to do anything, and when the vitality of the torture is exhausted in the future, there will be no chance, anyway, there is a master who is secretly directing, watch me perform.

At this time, I saw a large group of patrol soldiers, wielding knives and sticks, like vicious dogs, rushing to him desperately!

Seeing this, Lingwa hurriedly jumped onto a stone platform against the rock wall, thinking, Lao Tzu will stand on it, no matter how many people you have, you can't stand on your feet, there is no use for fart! Lao Tzu will fight with you three or five guys, and it will be fine to fight for a day!

Seeing the officers and soldiers rushing to him, he deliberately shouted again,

"I'm looking for you, there are children shooting people with arrows, you don't care?"

Before he finished speaking, one of the soldiers who ran to the front rushed up, and without saying a word, he smashed the stick over-

Lingwa grabbed the stick he had smashed, pulled him to him, raised her right leg again, and kicked him hard in the chest.

This foot spirit baby was prepared, and it was specially reserved for the first guy to try it, only to see that the man immediately left his feet off the ground, bowed his back, and flew out like a sandbag.

The soldiers who arrived later didn't say anything to pick him up, they flashed to the side, and they only listened, and with a snap, the guy slammed heavily on the rocky and solid stone ground, more than a foot away, his expression was full of pain, and he couldn't speak!

Lingwa snatched his stick, thinking that this was my best tool, dancing the stick in his hand, and the officers and soldiers who rushed up swiped in the air, and with a buzz, all the officers and soldiers retreated, not daring to move forward-

This time, Lingwa was not afraid, pointed to the officers and soldiers in front of her, and still said mischievously,

"Why are you coming to me? There are so many people, is there any mistake?"

The angry group of soldiers gritted their teeth, emboldened each other, and shouted,

"Up, up, up, up--kill him, kill him-"

After saying that the first few people raised a stick to fight, Lingwa once again lucked her palm, looked at the person, and swept it in the air, and reached the tip of the stick, pouring it instantly, it was really a big stick sweep.

I saw the soldiers flying sideways with sticks, flying into the air, scattered far away, and two of the soldiers were hit in the forehead by the sticks, and immediately fell to the ground, not waking up to the world.

Everyone was frightened and retreated again, not daring to attack again! Standing under the stone platform with a knife and stick, he confronted Lingwa.

At this time, the laborers in the pit were eye-opening, and they all became excited, and they put down their work one after another, and stood and watched, and people held shovels and hammers in their hands, and some people cheered loudly.

The scene is boiling, there is a riot, and the rhythm is out of control!

Suddenly, a gong sounded in the distance, and I saw a group of soldiers, holding bows and arrows in their hands, carrying broadswords on their backs, crossing the wooden bridge, swarming, more and more, hundreds of young and strong archers, surrounding hundreds of old, weak, sick and disabled laborers!

The laborer who had just stood on the stone pile and couldn't help but cheer excitedly hurriedly jumped off the stone, and was about to return to his labor position, but before he could run back, he saw an arrow flying from the soldier, which hit the back of the heart, only to hear his voice, and fell to the ground and stopped moving!

When the laborers saw that they were strong, they returned to their original positions and continued to work!

Lingwa stood tall and continued to confront the officers and soldiers, thinking to herself, come on, come up and fight a few, let you see my stick technique-

There are more and more officers and soldiers, and they surround him with three layers inside and three layers outside!

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