The grass branches are thick and leafy, the blades of grass are very sharp, and from time to time they are cut on the face, hands and legs, and it hurts hotly, Fengzi is afraid of being caught by the people of Baicaomen and pulled to fill in the dragon cave, and he has not dared to stand up, but bends his waist and runs for his life in a panic in the dense grass, where can he take care of these pains on his body? After walking for a long time, the grass gradually thinned, a river appeared in front of him, the water surface of the white flowers flowed quite rapidly, he did not know the depth of the river under the vast night, he did not dare to set foot easily, and saw that there were no boats around that could ferry past, so he had to go along the coast. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After walking for a long time, I turned to a slope and vaguely saw a forest in front of me, and a corner of the eaves was faintly exposed on the edge of the forest, which seemed to be inhabited. Fengzi was overjoyed and said, "Although those people in Baicaomen are vicious, after all, they can't do anything wrong in front of everyone. As he hurriedly approached, he was disappointed to see that there was indeed a house in the woods, but it was a half-crumbling temple of the land, with broken walls and weeds, and it had been abandoned for many years.

Fengzi turned his head to look back, the people of Baicaomen who were chasing had been left far behind, there was no fire and shouting, the surroundings were quiet and peaceful, a little relieved, and he expected to cross the grass all the way to the north, and the people of Baicaomen were just searching along the road, and finally they were getting farther and farther away. Fengzi was a little uneasy, for fear that they would suddenly turn around and chase after themselves, regardless of their own tiredness and hunger, they climbed over the broken wall and climbed into the temple, and saw that they could hide behind the dilapidated tribute platform in the faint moonlight, and immediately turned around and curled up, thinking: "Rest here for a while, they should not be able to catch up here for a while, and they will not enter this broken temple to search in the future, so it doesn't hurt for me to wait for the dawn to leave." At this moment, Fang Zi was truly relieved.

Fengzidu sat curled up behind the tribute platform, looking at the starry night sky through the roof of the missing corner, and his heart was difficult to calm down for a long time. He never understood why Jing Ling, a non-presumptuous person, was injured when he kicked and beat him, and how he could have a relationship with Yin Zaiye's so-called treasure, so that he encountered all kinds of strange encounters now, first he was caught and stuffed in a bucket for a few days by an inexplicable person, and then fell into the mouth of the tiger in Baicaomen, and almost died in the hands of the arrogant and barbaric Jing Ling, as well as the strange Ji Yiming, the cannibalistic beggar gang, and the three bizarre corpses in the cave, in short, he couldn't think of a reason even if he wanted to break his head。

Thinking about it for a while, Feng Zi remembered that he was also in the ruined temple at that time, and there was Yin Zaiye by his side in that array, although the two had to turn around in the temple in order to avoid the pursuit of the imperial guards, after all, they were not as embarrassed as they are now. If Mr. Yin hadn't left his side, with Mr. Yin's wisdom and insight, he would have asked what was going on in front of him, but where was Mr. Yin now? What happened that night and he had to leave in a hurry, and he didn't have time to say a word? He only felt that there were thousands of threads in his mind in an instant, all kinds of things came one after another, and suddenly they were chaotic, and it was difficult to break down and straighten out, so he could only shake his head and sigh, and then thought to himself that everything is fate, and when the time comes, there must be a time when the water will come out, why force himself to face it? I simply don't bother with all the reasons.

Feng Zidu caught a glimpse of the crooked and mutilated statue of the Earth Gong God next to the corner, and couldn't help but feel sad in his heart, thinking: "The world is difficult, and the divine realm will fall here." In the past, he respectfully lifted up the statue of the god, wiped off the dust on the surface, knelt down to worship, and prayed silently: "May the father-in-law of the land bless, if the boy can successfully escape the clutches of the Baicaomen this time, he will be rewarded in the future." ”

Feng Zidu sat back behind the tribute platform after the ceremony, and only then did he realize that the wounds on his face, hands and legs that had been cut by grass branches were still painful, but thinking of the vicious methods of those people in Baicaomen, how could he dare to exhale the pain, and there was still the slightest carelessness? But in spite of his hunger and fear, fatigue came over him, and when the moonlight set in the west, he fell asleep before he knew it.