Qingcheng.

The painter picked up the map, looked through the book carefully, and said, "That's right, the "Geographical Chronicle" records that this is Qingcheng, green mountains and green waters, lively and extraordinary, why is it so dilapidated, deserted, broken walls, there is no living person, like a ghost town." ”

The carriage moved forward slowly.

The city walls are dilapidated and have not been repaired for many years. Dilapidated houses. On the road, weeds grow vigorously from the cracks in the bricks, and the white bones on the ground are faintly visible.

In front of the merchants, the signboards hung have been eroded by the wind and rain, and the handwriting is not clear, and many of them have fallen to the ground and broken into slag.

"How does it look like a ghost town?"

This is the first impression of the painter and the handsome pot entering Qingcheng.

Shuai Guo frowned and said, "Your "Geographical Chronicles" will not be a pirated version bought. Otherwise, how could there be such a big mistake, where are the green mountains and clear waters, where people come and go? From this point of view, there has been no one living for many years. ”

"No way, I went to the Jianghu Bookstore and bought it for fifty yuan. The painter carefully flipped through the "Geographical Chronicles" and saw that in the upper left corner, there was a line of small print, on which the date of printing was written.

"It's been pitted, this is thirty years ago, not the latest "Geography". The painter said angrily that he didn't buy the latest "Geography" because he was greedy for cheap.

The painter wondered, "What must have happened to this Qingcheng to be like this." Is it war, or plague? Otherwise, it would not be possible for the whole city to be empty, and it would not be an empty city plan. "If I knew, I would have bought the latest Geography.

The carriage pressed against the road, creaking.

There was a flock of crows, landed on the tree, staring at the carriage, the crows' eyes were red, and their bodies were pitch black, which was different from ordinary crows.

"Wow-wow-"

The crow crowed, and the handsome pot and his party didn't think it was wrong.

The painter raised his head, looked at the crow on the tree, and said, "Shuai Guo, this crow, why is it that the eyes are red, and it won't attack people." ”

Shuai Guo pulled the curtain, sat side by side with the painter on the board of the car, looked at the crows in the trees, and learned from the old poison for a few years, and the old poison also raised some poisons. I have some knowledge of poison, and when I look at this group of red-eyed crows, I feel bad in my heart, and says, "Be careful." ”

"This group of crows seems to have mutated, as if they have been poisoned by corpses. ”

"Corpse poison?" the painter was startled.

Speaking of corpse poison, the painter remembered a major event that happened in the rivers and lakes back then, someone destroyed the people of a city in order to train corpses.

The painter muttered, "It can't be this city." ”

Ahead, a rat emerged from a crack in the ground and peeked around.

Sou......

The crow fluttered and flew towards the mouse, only to see that the mouse was surrounded by crows, and after a while, the crows scattered and flew back to the tree, and on the ground, except for a little blood, there was no more trace of the mouse, and there were no bones.

The painter's scalp was numb, and he looked at the handsome pot in a blink of an eye, can you deal with it?

"Eight or ten, I can still handle it, but a hundred and thousand, I can only run for my life. ”

"What then? Get out of the city. ”

"It's getting dark, and these red-eyed crows are already eyeing us, and they will attack us as soon as it gets dark. Find a better house and take shelter for the night. ”

The carriage drove down the streets, and I came across a fairly well-preserved inn.

Before approaching the inn, untie the ropes from the carriage and lead the carriage inside, but you must not let the horses stay outside, or the crows will attack and leave the horses with no bones to eat, and then the rest of the journey will not be possible.

I closed the door and carefully checked the window to see if there were any gaps, and where there were, I plugged them with something.

Shuai Guo went to the kitchen to find chopsticks, and on the table, there were a lot of chopsticks, but they were basically rotten. He picked up a kitchen knife and removed all the legs from the living room table to make chopsticks.

Painters and little monks also came to help.

This is a matter of life, and we have to be more prepared.

On the ground floor, there is a small room.

They led the horse in, in the hall, the area was too big, there was space, if the crow broke through the window and rushed in, it would be too dangerous, so, the inn was the first layer of protection. The guest room is the second layer of protection, and the chopsticks in the hands of the handsome pot are the third layer of protection.

The painter then found a few wooden sticks, wrapped them in cloth, and made a few simple torches.

Night falls.

Shuai Guo rummaged through the inn counter and found some candles and lit them. Entering a guest room, the room is full of dust, a little cleaning, a few of them lie on the bed, will be one night, this ghost town except for the red-eyed crow, who knows, there will be any other monsters like that.

And among the three, one person who can do martial arts, except for dogs.

The handsome pot painters take turns on duty.

The handsome pot is worth the first half of the night, and the painter is worth the second half of the night.

In the dark, the candle emitted a faint light, and Shuai Guo Pan sat on the bed, operating the "Getaway" exercise, which the old man taught him when Shuai Guo was ten years old. For so many years, he has also practiced from time to time, but apart from the skill of perceiving the rhythm of life, he has gained nothing else, and it has been almost eight years now.

Since some time ago, in addition to sensing the rhythm of life, his 'reading' can also change the trajectory, direction, and speed of the chopsticks. It's like an invisible 'force' acting on the chopsticks.

Before the old monk died, he put his 'thoughts' on the body of the handsome pot, just like passing on the gong, and after a long time of digestion, the handsome pot could also break through the second layer of the 'thought'. And the handsome pot can only do one thought, chopsticks move, and there is still a long way to go before everything moves.

And "Getaway" is a book of exercises for cultivating 'reading'.

If you compare 'mindfulness' to water.

The first layer is to fill the lake with water, the second is to fill the river, and the third is to fill the sea.

Knock knock knock.....

Shuai Guo opened his eyes, and he heard the sound of something hitting the door and window.

Not all at once, but a lot, like countless small things hitting the doors and windows.

It must be the red-eyed crows, who eat carrion, but now they want to eat the flesh of the living.

If the red-eyed crow breaks into the inn, then throw the whistling dog out first, the whistling dog has a lot of meat, enough for the red-eyed crow to eat for a while, and then you can buy them time to escape.

The roaring dog is really pitiful, and has become the first object of the handsome pot.

The roaring dog is also very alert, when Shuai Guo opened his eyes, it also woke up, and when he looked at Shuai Guo smiling at it, it stuck out its tongue and wagged its tail, looking like a loyal dog.

Completely forgot the appearance of the king of the arrogant dogs before.

didn't know that the handsome pot wanted to throw it out to feed the red-eyed crow's vicious thoughts.

"Howling dogs, be on your guard. ”

Shuai Guo got out of bed and stopped outside through the window.

After a while, the window outside the inn was struck open by the red-eyed crow, and the crows flew into the hall.

"Wow... Wow..."

The painter and the little monk also woke up.

Hush...

Shuai Guo told them not to speak, and also blew out the candles and hid in the small room.

The artist whispered, "Is that the red-eyed crows?"

Shuai Guo frightened, "Yes, they come out at night to drink your blood and eat your flesh." ”

Handsome pot, this person, a little evil.

"Don't scare me, you have to protect me. The painter hid behind the handsome pot.

"When the mud bodhisattva crosses the river, I can't protect myself, and when the time comes, I can only leave you behind and run away by myself. ”

The red-eyed crow heard the commotion and began to attack the doors and windows of the room.

The painter said, "What should I do?"

"At that time, I shouldn't have come to this ghost town, speaking of which, I was cheated and bought a copy of "Geographical Chronicles" that was not updated in time, which really killed me. ”

Shuai Guo ignored the painter's complaints, and said, "You protect the little monk well, and the roaring dog will protect you." ”

The painter couldn't believe it, "You want a dog to protect me." A dog?"

Shuai Guo also felt that it was inappropriate, although the roaring dog knew martial arts, but ...... A flock of red-eyed crows pounced, and the whistling dogs burped.

"A dog is stronger than you. ”

The painter was not convinced, "What are you talking about, a dog is stronger than me, how many tons of dog meat I have eaten, it is not as good as a dog." ”

Shuai Guo explained, "Don't look at the fat ground of the roaring dog, there is a lot of meat, and it tastes like a stew...... No, it's fierce, but it's amazing, it's killing tigers. ”

"It also killed tigers. The painter looked incredulous.

Shuai Guo said, "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it, it was not an ordinary dog, it was a dog that knew martial arts." ”

The painter was suspicious, "Roaring Heavenly Dog, can you do martial arts?"

Along the way from Kaifeng, the roaring dog is always simple, runs faster, is smarter, loves to eat and sleep, and does not show other behaviors, far beyond the ability of a dog.

Therefore, the painter always treats it as an ordinary dog.

Since he knew martial arts, the painter turned around and walked behind the Howling Sky Dog and said, "Howling Sky Dog, protect me." ”

The roaring dog glanced at the painter coldly, this person is a pet, it really doesn't want to accept it, it has no ability, it is still poor, it is still old, and it has no ability to protect it.

I saw the Howling Dog lying on the ground in a daze.

If you have doubts, you can't be a stupid dog.

Shuai Guo grabbed a large handful of chopsticks in his hand, made a good move, and was ready to attack at any time.

Boom......

A crow broke through the window paper, and just as its head stuck in, Shuai Guo shot out with a flying chopstick, straight through the crow's head, and didn't know that it was nailed somewhere in the hall.

More crows attacked the window, and countless chopsticks flew out of Shuai Guo's hand, and Shuai Guo said, "Quickly bring the board." ”

Before, when the table was dismantled, the table top was left behind and blocked the window.

"Resist hard. ”

"Don't let the red-eyed crow rush in. ”

This is a battle between life and death.