Bai Wuji looked at Hua Yuwu and Ma Mu Nan blankly: "What's the truth or falsehood of sending some food to a few lewd monks?"

Hua Yuwu was busy in his heart and asked again: "Are you just sending food to the prostitute monk?

Bai Wuji said embarrassedly: "Brother Hua even knows this, my brother did go down to the well, and there are also two monks in this well, but they don't drink alcohol and don't enter women's sex."

Hua Yuwu asked in surprise: "Are there just two monks in the well?

Bai Wuji pondered for a moment and said: "I'm also surprised by this matter, there are indeed only two monks in the well, and each time they send food for three people."

Hua Yuwu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "What does this well look like? Brother Bai really didn't see the third person?"

Bai Wuji said: "This well is very large, when I was delivering food to the monks, I also heard the sound of rushing water, presumably the well and the underground river have been opened."

Hua Yuwu stepped forward and pulled Bai Wuji back to sit down, and motioned for Shao Xiaofei to find a guy to bring a table of food to the guest room. He and Tong Li surrounded Bai Wuji to inquire about the details.

Seeing this, Bai Wuji knew that Hua Yuwu must have something important, and he was no longer in a hurry to go back, the meal was served, and several people sometimes drank and sometimes whispered, until late at night.

Hua Yuwu finally slept soundly on the bed, snoring like thunder, and the green finch who was separated by two rooms kept patting the pillow.

In the early morning of the next day, the sun after the snow shone on the white Michuan, and it was bright everywhere, such a thick snow even Tong Li and Hua Yuwu had never seen it, almost waist-deep.

After a few days of recovery, Tong Li's body was already very strong, and he practiced a few foreign boxing techniques in the room, and pulled the wound in his chest, and coughed uncontrollably for a long time, and then went back to the bed and sat down dejectedly.

Hua Yuwu gently persuaded: "Senior brother, don't worry, if there is no Bai Wuji to help, we may not have a chance of winning even if we add you, now with Bai Wuji's internal response, I think our chances of success are very great."

Tong Li said in a rough voice: "I don't know what the skills of the two monks in the well are, the junior and junior must be cautious, and they must not be neglected."

Hua Yuwu said: "In the early years, when I was in Shuzhong, I visited the Tang Sect with the master, and Tang Qing, the head of the Tang Sect, saw that his brother was smart, but his martial arts were not good, and he took pity on his brother, so he sent me a pack of sleeping fairy powder for self-defense, and handed it over to Bai Wuji last night, and this package was given to the meals of five people, and it will be able to ensure that we succeed in saving people."

Tong Li sighed and said: "I can't go with me this time, you must ensure the safety of the little junior sister, the master is old, only this one girl, if there is a good one, we will not have the face to go back to see the master."

Hua Yuwu said solemnly: "My senior brother and I are generally blessed by the master's upbringing, and we will protect our senior sister with our lives, and my senior brother is waiting for good news here."

Near noon, the warm morning sun was blocked by the heavy dark clouds that poured from behind the snow-capped mountains, and the ink-like dark clouds shrouded the Luohan Mountain, and the entire Michuan City seemed to be locked in a black cage. According to the agreed time, Huayu, Wuqingque, Ma Munan, and Shao Xiaofei had lunch early and went to the ancient well in the dark.

It is said that after Bai Wuji went back late last night, he summed up for a long time, and he never dreamed that there was actually a snarling Zampu in this well, and he vaguely guessed that there must be important objects in it, so these monks held it at the mouth of the well.

When Cao Wei saw that he was a Uighur, he knew Tibetan before he infiltrated Tibet, intending to grasp the movements of the Tubo people.

Later, after being controlled by Wen Qiqi again, Bai Wuji found that he actually hated Li Lizun and Wen Qiqi in his bones, but it was difficult to break free from control. Moreover, Bai Wuji also found that he seemed to want to get closer to the Great Song Dynasty, because he often invited people who knew Chinese to attack and learn Chinese.

The last time Bai Wuji provided Cao Wei with the information made this very clear, but Bai Wuji did not look forward to the next move of the Great Song Dynasty against Tubo, and the wait was five years.

Although Bai Wuji didn't know why the Great Song Dynasty sent such a letter of state, but following Cao Wei's military integrity of protecting his family and defending the country cultivated for many years, Bai Wuji felt that he had the responsibility to help the three-point dart game. After all, there is a point in the middle that he and the three-point game have in common--- to save the guys. Only when he is alive and in power, can he and the border people of the Great Song Dynasty be at peace and avoid war.

When the sky was bright, Bai Wuji, who had been sleeping for a while, turned over, the snow outside the felt bag was still frozen, he twisted and jumped out, and played a set of boxing techniques in the snow, these boxing techniques were taught by the old-timers in bronze masks, Bai Wuji has not dared to practice for many years in order to hide his identity, and when he practiced today, he was really unfamiliar, and he couldn't help sighing, went into the felt bag, and measured the bag of what sleeping fairy Hua Yuwu gave him for a while, and muttered in his heart: This bag is colorless and tasteless, and it can't be used in the end. After thinking about it for a long time, Bai Wuji took off the short dagger hanging on the felt bag and inserted it into his boots, only then did he feel safer.

When the sky was bright, Bai Wuji went out, he had to spend the morning preparing the meals of these people, whose food was delicious, whose wine was delicious, and whose new dishes were added, he already knew it, but he still couldn't help but ask it from house to house.

Nearly noon, he picked the wine and food to Sambuzhana, Sambuza was very surprised, he was Bai Wuji's follower, usually Bai Wuji commanded and shouted, and he was the one who worked, today Bai Wuji actually picked the wine and food from the restaurant here, it was really unexpected.

Bai Wuji said: "This ghost weather, I can't touch the way, I'm afraid that if I call you to go again, you won't be able to find a restaurant, so I picked it up." You hurry up and go to your shoulders, it's too late for those big monks to beat you, I don't care"

Sambuza was beaten by the monk not once, so he was naturally afraid, so he picked up the wine and food and followed Bai Wuji to Ah Bijing with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

This Sambuza is a bit silly, or other Tibetan soldiers would not dare to go to this Anose Well, only he goes. Bai Wuji is different, he is not a Tibetan, and he is not afraid of any hell.

Seeing the monk's felt bag from a distance, Bai Wuji suddenly covered his stomach and said: "Oh, my stomach hurts, you send it quickly, I'll go over at my convenience, you have to be careful and wait for the big monk to come out after eating, or they will kill you if they are not suitable."

Sambuza nodded in horror and walked towards the felt bag with small steps, Bai Wuji dodged and hid behind a boulder, the cat came out to see Sambuza into the felt bag, and soon saw Sambuza send the food into the three felt bags, he had pinched his fingers and calculated, estimated that it had been a quarter of an hour, and saw that the felt bag had no movement at all, before turning out from behind the boulder, scolding the ghost weather and walking to Sambuza who was waiting at the door of the felt bag.

The two monks in the well haven't been delivered yet, before, Bai Wuji didn't like to pull the bulky Sambuza, so he let him hang himself, but today he signaled Sambuza to squat in the basket and hang Sambuza himself. Sambuza happily entered the hanging basket and said in his heart: Today is really good, I don't have to pick up a few miles of burden, and I don't have to pull people up desperately.

The rope was put on his head, Sambu put down the hanging basket and shook the rope, Bai Wuji knew that Sambuzha had arrived, so he tied the rope to the stone next to him. Turned around and walked to the nearest felt bag, still scolding the ghost weather in his mouth, he opened the heavy door curtain of the felt bag with a big grin, and saw that the big monk inside was still drinking with sleepy eyelids, and said: "This is what I gave to the monk is thirty years old, Manmiao Sichuan City, no, Manchu Tubo can no longer find such a good wine, what does the monk think?"

The monk reluctantly rolled his eyelids and muttered a string of things, but Bai Wuji didn't understand, and he didn't intend to understand. Then he turned around and went to the other two felt bags, and after reading it, Bai Wuji said happily: "This sleeping fairy is really powerful, the gods can sleep down, not to mention these beast-like things."