Chapter 41: Waiting for the Thunderbolt

With the four sons of the Huan family here, finding food is naturally a simple matter.

Before dark, a few mountain people carried their burdens and came back after the three of them. The mountain people carried several large bundles of dried firewood, two large buckets of water, and some food, cotton clothes.

In an instant, three piles of firewood were set up in the huge open space. Seven people sat apart from each other. Zhang Xiao came to Han Yue's side, mysteriously took out two pots of wine from his arms, Huan Yi saw it and reprimanded him: "You said that you are not allowed to drink for a month, and you dare to buy wine for him!" Zhang Xiao explained innocently: "It was Luo Chuanjun who asked me to buy it." Han Yue said with relief: "This wine is not for drinking. ”

Although the stele forest is in the back mountain, it also belongs to the temple, and it is not allowed to drink alcohol or eat meat. Fortunately, several people had experienced wind and rain, found a few gravel and sat down, boiled hot water on the bonfire, and ate the baked cakes.

Wang Shao came to Han Yue's side and whispered: "Three years ago, I went to Jishan to look for you, and Daotong said that you went to Yunyou. Han Yue's familiar and handsome face loomed in the firelight, which made him look a little obsessed, and seeing that Han Yue didn't speak, he continued: "After that, I inquired several times, but there was no news from you." Finally met here today, you didn't know I had... Before Wang Shao's words were finished, half of Huan Yi's body was already standing in front of the two, and the lovesick words of a thousand words in Wang Shao's heart were swallowed back at once.

Han Yue's eyes kept staring at the undulating and beating bonfire, and there was not the slightest emotional fluctuation on his face, which made Wang Shao feel even more empty, and for a while, like a hundred claws in his heart, he couldn't wait to hug Han Yue all at once, and never let go. The palm hat on the other side sees everything in his eyes. Somehow, he felt that the Luo Chuanjun he saw today was very different from seven or eight years ago. But also, after all, people have to grow up, and they have changed a lot.

The seven men were divided into three piles, and the palms and palms sat in a straight line, keeping the soldier's alertness and seriousness. Since Han Yue has been ignoring himself, Wang Shao naturally doesn't want to sit next to him anymore, so he found Huan Mi, and the two chatted about what they saw and heard in the court, but from time to time they couldn't help but glance at Han Yue who was meditating with his eyes closed. Zhang Xiao pointed and said something to Huan Yi, while Huan Yi lowered his head and gestured on the ground.

I don't know how long it has been, but the moon has risen high. The mountains are rising, and the night is getting colder and colder. Huan Yi turned off the bonfire in front of him, took the cotton clothes brought by the mountain people, and put them on Han Yue. Han Luochuan's eyes were still closed. Zhang Xiao was really depressed, and said without words: "Will there be thunder today? As soon as the words fell, a muffled voice sounded faintly in the distance, and everyone raised their heads to look at the sky, could it be thunder? Zhang Xiao stood up excitedly and said, "Thunder, it's really thunder! Brother Luochuan, you are really a god, this is also calculated." ”

The mountain wind blew the firewood crackling, blowing the flames and making everyone's clothes pop and pop. Under the reflection of the bonfire, the stone monuments are full of shadows, like countless huge strange shadows, revealing indescribable horror. Everyone couldn't help but clench the weapons in their hands, pricked up their ears, and raised their spirits, just waiting for the thunder to roll in.

The thunder was getting closer and louder, and the air was starting to get clammy and cold. After a thunderclap, a bolt of lightning slashed straight down, cutting through the deep night. Huan Mi shouted, "Look!" Following his finger, everyone noticed that a dark figure seemed to stand on the roof of the dilapidated house at the foot of the mountain. Everyone immediately drew their weapons and stood up, clapping their hands and shouting, "Who is it!"

As the second lightning bolt passed, everyone saw clearly this time, there was a man standing on the roof, a black and purple bodysuit, and long silver hair fluttering in the mountain wind. It turned out to be the silver-haired young man who slaughtered the Xia family! That person's gray face was even more strange against the background of the miserable white lightning.

The man raised his sword and pointed it at the silver-haired man, and shouted: "Good thief, you dare to throw yourself into the net! It is also made into pork. It's just a beast. ”

The man laughed twice and said, "What did you see with your own eyes?" "Who would it be that you didn't kill?" The silver-haired man said, "Don't you know about sacrificial animals?" Sacrifice is a sacrificial ritual, usually with cows, sheep and pigs. "The sacrifice is the sacrifice of three animals, and you actually use the living!" They gave it voluntarily. As for the meat you are talking about, I'm just helping them keep it longer. The words came out of his mouth, to put it mildly, turning an extraordinarily horrific and cruel thing into a small kitchen cooking.

The palm of the hand couldn't bear it anymore, and wanted to fly up the room with his sword to get him. The silver-haired man seemed to have anticipated this, and raised his voice and said, "Wait." I have something to say to Luo Chuanjun, which one is. Han Yue stopped the palm, stepped forward and said, "Please speak." Afraid that the silver-haired man would be unfavorable to Han Yue, he stepped forward and raised his sword to block in front of Han Yue.

The silver-haired man tilted his head sideways, as if looking at Han Yue, and then said, "You, Luo Chuanjun, I have heard the name of the seventh son, and I am fortunate to meet you." How many sons are there today?" Hearing the word seven sons, Han Yue and Huan Yi frowned slightly, but Wang Shao took a step back and slipped into the shadows of everyone.

Huan Yi asked sharply, "Who are you?" "Don't worry, I'm not here to fight." I've been waiting here for days before I can wait for this rare thunder, I guess Luo Chuanjun can't bear to miss it, right? Why don't you cooperate once?" We're going to get you. The silver-haired man didn't pay attention to the palm at all, he only said to Han Yue at the moment: "The thunder you are waiting for will be there soon." Without me, even if you open the ground, you won't be able to enter. I hope you'll give it some thought about my suggestion. ”

Huan Yi whispered to Han Yue: "This is his plan to delay the army, don't be fooled." Han Yue said loudly: "Deal!" Everyone looked at Han Yue in surprise, not knowing why he wanted to talk about cooperation with such a murderous butcher, you must know that today's seven people, even if they are not top masters, nor are they idle people, even if the silver-haired man's martial arts are high, he may not be able to escape. The silver-haired man seemed to have expected Han Yue to agree, he laughed twice again and said, "There are still five kun hexagrams and six gen hexagrams here, Lei has arrived, without further ado, you had better divide your troops and find them as soon as possible." ”

So, except for Han Yue and the silver-haired man, the rest of the people rushed into the stele forest with torches. The silver-haired man stood on the roof, choosing the direction corresponding to the stone tablet, and Han Yue conveyed it to everyone. But the thirty groups of Shangkun and Xiagen have all searched for it, and there is no movement. Seeing that the time was approaching, the rain began to fall. Everyone surrounded Han Yue and asked what to do. Suddenly, the silver-haired man and Han Yue shouted at the same time, "There!" I saw the silver-haired man fly off the roof and stand on the stone wall bulge in the distance, while Han Yue pointed to the hut and shouted, "In the house." ”

The palm hat said that it was too late, and he lifted the long side of the heavy sword and ran to the hut, and when he was almost there, he raised his sword with both hands and made a move from top to bottom to break the mountain, and slashed straight towards the hut. A huge sword aura slashed along the ground, splitting the door in half in an instant. Huan Mi and Zhang Xiao followed with torches, and then shouted: "There are really two stone tablets in the house. ”

Everyone stepped forward to watch, only to see a dilapidated wooden table in front of the wall facing the house, on which there was an equally dilapidated Buddhist shrine, and the same dilapidated statue was enshrined in the Buddhist shrine, and the facial features and clothes could not be seen clearly. There are two stone tablets in front of the house, one behind the other.

The palm was just about to pass, but was stopped by the palm hat. The palm hat asked everyone to exit the house, and Zhang Xiao and Huan Mi were still standing at the door with torches and watching him, in case of accidents, they would respond in time. I saw the palm hat walking towards the stele, first slapping the stele in front of him, and then slapping the stele in the back, but the stele did not move. He slapped it again, but there was still no movement. Huan Mi at the door shouted: "Then you try to slap at the same time." Standing in the middle of the two stone tablets, he first stretched out his arms to test the distance, and then shouted "open" in his mouth, and slapped the two stone tablets with both hands at the same time. The moment he hit the body of the stele, he felt a rebounding force coming from the stele, and he secretly screamed "not good" and jumped into the air. The two steles were like magnets attracting each other, snapping to the ground with a loud bang, and instantly merging into one, fortunately, the palm hat hid in time, otherwise it was likely to be squeezed into meat sauce by the steles. Huan Mi and Zhang Xiao at the door had already exclaimed, and the others also rushed over, only the silver-haired man and Han Yue were still standing in the courtyard, and neither of them looked into the room, as if it was someone else. The silver-haired man suddenly flew up to the roof again, and then smashed the roof tiles with his palm, and in the blink of an eye, he made a big hole in the roof. Everyone was unexpected, especially when the hole was facing the palm hat, and the dust and rubble almost blinded him. Angry, he clapped his hands and shouted, "You thief, what are you going to do?!" The silver-haired man stood on the roof, looked down at the people in the room through the big hole, and said with a smile: "Lead!"

The sound was not small, and it didn't seem to be just for the palms in the room. When Han Yue heard this, he immediately flew into the house and said to Zhangjia, "Choose Shangjun, I'm going to borrow your heavy sword divine power." Is it okay?" Seeing that Han Yue had finally spoken to him, Zhangka's heart was hot, and he nodded and said, "What do you want me to do?" Han Yue raised his head and said to the silver-haired man on the roof, "Thank you for mentioning it." The silver-haired man also nodded at Han Yue, and then flew off the roof.

The thunder and lightning outside became even more urgent, and Han Yue said: "It's no longer too late, choose Shangjun, please stand on the stone tablet and use the long side to bring in the thunder." The palm of the hat nodded, and was about to jump on the stone tablet, but the palm of the hand was anxious and said, "You let the young master go to guide the thunder! Isn't that looking for death?" Han Yue comforted the palm: "The stele is dry, and the ground in the house is also dry." It's going to be fine. Palm Fox said: "No, I want to go for the young master!" Palm Li couldn't help but say, pushed Palm Fox and Han Yue away for more than a foot, and stood on the head of the stone tablet by himself, raised his right hand holding the sword, stretched the long side of the heavy sword out of the roof, and calmly waited to be struck by lightning.