If it were another monk with so many treasures in his hands, Mao would not be surprised, who was it? A beggar whose poor clothes were about to turn into strips of cloth suddenly took out so many treasures, he had to wonder if this baby was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

"Stinky boy, where are you from?"

It was not easy for anyone to explain that he was pretending to be deceived, and he prevaricated: "Uncle, when is it, you still care about this, hurry up and see, if there is anything you can use, take it all." ”

Uncle can give his own family to himself, and he can't be stingy, and he still knows the truth of reciprocating with peach.

Mao seemed to be open-minded, he didn't bother with this problem, squatted down to pick and choose, picked out most of the useful ones, and stuffed them all into his purse.

"Good boy, I'll borrow these things from the old man first, if we can get out of this ruin alive, all the things of the uncle will be given to you in the future." ”

"If you can't get by, these are the funeral goods for the two of us. Hey hey ......"

Mao seemed to be indifferent, but Ren Yi's face was heavy, "Uncle, I'm still waiting to inherit your good things, don't burp." ”

Mao pretended to be angry and hammered his shoulder, "Stinky boy, this is something to worry about." Don't worry, if you can't run away, the old man won't be easy to repay. ”

"You just keep me treated, no matter what, don't go out, I'll go out and meet these people. ”

Mao strode away without hesitation, and collapsed the hole with his backhand, completely blocking the way out.

Ren muttered to himself in the cave, "Uncle, I don't want to collect your corpse, you must live well." ”

The people outside are all masters of the world, and the two of them are hiding in this cave, and sooner or later they will be exposed. Rather than passively endure the attacks of others, it is better to take the initiative.

Mao seems to go out to maneuver, there is still a chance to escape, and he can also minimize the presence of either person, so as to save the two people.

The cave was pitch black, and anyone's heart was pounding all the time, and the nervous listener was listening to the movement outside, and it felt like a year.

However, Mao seemed to be too heavy, and after the hole collapsed, it was blocked a little heavily. He lay on it for a long time and couldn't hear anything.

Lan Ling ran out of the bag and said to anyone: "Don't worry, these things can't stop me, I'll go out and see the situation." ”

Lan Ling easily walked through the wall, rubbing Ren Tu's head to divert his anxiety.

"Little thing, raising you for so long, why are you still so big?"

A normal rabbit should be fat in ten days and half a month, but Ren Tu is rare, when he picks it up, it is pitifully small, like a stunted rabbit, only a little bigger than his fist.

I still remember a little cousin at home, who liked rabbits the most, but my aunt was very disgusted, saying that rabbits were too smelly and not allowed to be raised. The little cousin cried so much that she was not sad.

He liked to see his little cousin happy, so he managed to help her get two rabbits and secretly raised them in an abandoned corner.

That day, I don't know what happened, he was a little bored in his heart, and his eyelids jumped. He didn't pay much attention to it, but as usual, he carried a basket to mow the rabbit and prepared to feed the rabbit to his little cousin.

When he was halfway there, he heard the servants beating gongs and drums, and shouting in a panic, "Oh no! Miss Cousin is drowning! Come on!"

His face turned pale, and he dropped his basket and ran towards the pond not far away. The servants had rescued the little cousin, who was still holding a rabbit in her arms, but she had not been able to wake up.

The servants all said that Miss Biao drowned in order to save the rabbit. The aunt was so grief-stricken that she caught all the rabbits in the house and drowned them, and then buried them with her little cousin, including the other one he and his little cousin secretly raised.

He hugged the rabbit and begged his aunt not to do it, but the aunt's eyes were like thorns, staring at him fiercely, stabbing him so that he didn't dare to look at him directly, and the expression of hating to eat him alive made her a little ugly.

He still remembers what she said,

"It's all your fault for instigating my Wan'er to raise rabbits, you broom star, you hurt my Wan'er, if you don't have the surname Ren, I'll take you to my Wan'er to be buried with me!"

After saying that, the aunt broke the rabbit's neck in front of him. He had a feeling that his neck was about to be broken.

This scene was so exciting that it hit him so hard that it left an indelible shadow on his young mind. When he returned that night, he inevitably developed a high fever, which took three days and three nights to get better.

After all this time, I still can't forget the happy eyes of my little cousin when she saw the rabbit, and the rabbit that died in vain.

It is the favorite of the little cousin, and it looks like a white dough, and it is only a little bigger than Ren Tu.

"Alas...... I guess you're too weak, so you've been abandoned by the she-rabbit in the winter, right?" said Ren with a sigh.

Ren Tu didn't say anything in agreement, just stayed quietly, letting Ren rub it round and flatten, it seemed that he didn't have a temper at all.

Time passed a little long, and just when Ren was still thinking about the scene of playing with his little cousin, Lan Ling finally came back in a swing.

Ren jumped up like an electric shock, "Lingling, how is my uncle? Did he escape?"

Lan Ling sold a pass, and said a little tactfully: "There is good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

"Huh?" either hesitated, "Let's listen to the bad ones first, so that I can be mentally prepared." ”

"The bad thing is that your uncle was besieged by several people. Then he killed a young monk, ran away an old devil who drove poisonous insects, wounded an old man, and finally, he himself was seriously injured and fled, and he did not know whether he would live or die. ”

"And what about the good news?" asked Any, worriedly.

"The good news is that everyone leaves this canyon, no one will come to trouble you, you are safe!"

"Great, then I'll go out to find Uncle now. ”

Anyone who went to clean the rocks at the entrance of the cave, but those were all huge stones, and they were not something that a weak chicken like him could move away.

Lan Ling stepped forward and wanted to help, but was rejected by anyone, "You save a little, this doesn't need you." ”

He was like a porter, turning the rubble back and forth bit by bit.

Lan Ling was idle and bored, so he wandered back and forth in the cave. It's a small cavern, the size of a room.

When Lan Ling slipped to a wall, he couldn't help but beckon anyone to come over, "Little One, come and see, there's a pattern on it." ”

"What is it?" Curiously, he dropped the stone in his arms and patted the dust and walked over.

Then he spread his hands helplessly, "I can't see anything?"