Early the next morning.

The blue sky and white clouds are still the same

The warm breeze is still blowing.

The difference is that yesterday he was with Meng Yazhen, but today he was alone. But such a lonely brigade is unrestrained, such a lonely brigade is dusty, and such a lonely brigade has no hesitation.

Fang Hong is wearing a camouflage suit today, a sun hat, army green shoes, an iron rod in her hand, and a small backpack on her back.

He doesn't drive a car today and rides a beat-up Yamaha motorcycle. This motorcycle is a common car for his father to drive to his hometown to Sanqi, some time ago he came to the city and drank a lot of wine, but he had to go home, Fang Hong had to use the car to send his father home, and this motorcycle is put to the present.

Fang Hong did not take yesterday's road today, but from the back of Yunhua Distillery, along a shallow river to the west, he knew this sand road, this road leads to the steep and the mine, and then from the steep and the mine to the south for a distance, is the north of Xizhu Mountain. Yesterday I went to the highway to the south of Nishizhushan. When she was a child, Fang Hong once accompanied a cousin to use an ox cart near Xizhushan to pull timber from this road to the city to sell, and the cars that pulled the mine often ran to this road.

Not many people have walked this road since the steep and mine was hollowed out, and now it is popular to go out to work, this road is simply inaccessible. But on closer inspection, there are traces of the wheels being crushed.

Fang Hong shuttled among them, bumpy like a sieve, buttocks off the seat, artemisia grass on both sides, dense shrubs, and thorns like nets, forcing Fang Hong to keep hunching his waist and hanging his head, dodging and dodging. If you don't have a bit of courage and driving skills, who dares to ride down this road easily.

Fang Hong couldn't tell why he was so eventful, he also knew that no matter who this earth lacked, it would still rotate, no matter what things were, it would also rotate, and it would never stop for anyone's joys and sorrows, and it would never change for the rise and fall of anything. He only knew that after picking the poppy fruit from the "panda butt" the day before yesterday, he had a premonition that he would be swept into a dangerous whirlpool, maybe he would struggle desperately in the whirlpool, maybe he would turn the clouds and rain in the whirlpool, either the whirlpool would swallow him, or he would calm the whirlpool.

Everyone's way of life is different, the values are different, the outlook on life is different, some people are destined to be plain, and some people are destined to be vigorous. For a man like Xiang Fanghong, it seems impossible to live an ordinary life

The motorcycle is like a crazy wild horse, carrying Fang Hong to sprint on the bumpy sand and rocks, splashing like blue water along the way.

When he arrived at the steep mine, Fang Hong couldn't help but stop the car and look at the mine: this mine, which once made many people rich and how many people were down, how much gold and silver it once vomited, and how many lives it once swallowed, is now full of holes, scars, sparse vegetation, and desolate. Just like a person who once met left and right, and was majestic on all sides, he eventually became a beggar, and there seemed to be indescribable sadness and pain, as if there were indescribable grievances and resentments!

Fang Hong's gaze gradually fell from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain......

Suddenly, a flat hole at the foot of the mountain attracted his attention, he hurriedly got out of the car, took out the binoculars from his backpack, it didn't matter if he didn't look at it, this look made him stunned, there were people walking around in the hole, and there were more than one, two people, it seemed that there were several people. Although the entrance to the cave is narrow, the inside of the cave seems to be spacious. Seeing this, Fang Hong slowly squatted down, turned around and found that the motorcycle was too conspicuous, and quietly put the motorcycle down gently. Then he picked up the binoculars and continued to watch, but this time, he was dumbfounded. The hole I saw just now is gone! No matter how much you look for it, you can't find it! Even though Fang Hong was bold, he felt a little damp in his palms now, and he suspected that he had just looked away. But he quickly believed that what he had just seen must be the truth, and it was definitely not Pu Songling's chat. I wanted to go up and see what was going on, but I remembered that today's goal was Xizhushan, so I picked up the motorcycle and drove to Xizhushan.

Fang Hong found that the road from here to Xizhushan was much easier than the section from the city to the mine just now! It's like there's a lot of people moving around. The motorcycle was not bumpy anymore, and it was not long before it reached the north of Xizhu Mountain.

West Bamboo Mountain is still West Bamboo Mountain, as dense as the east, still emerald in the sky, and the bamboo waves are in an uproar. It's just that unlike the east, there is a dirt road that can accommodate four people walking side by side from the base of the mountain to the top.

Fang Hong stopped at the foot of the mountain, pushed the motorcycle into a hidden bush, locked the faucet lock, untied the iron rod from the car, and checked whether the shoelaces were fastened before walking up the mountain. Fang Hong vigilantly watched the six roads and listened to the eight directions. At present, he has to guard against Li Erba's traps, "crazy people" like Lin Xiujun, and wild boars. The thought of the wild boar made him not feel afraid, but he added a desire to take risks and the pleasure of finding some kind of thrill!

But today, he didn't meet the people he thought he would meet, and he didn't meet the wild boar he thought he would meet. At this time, it was more than halfway up the mountain, and there was no way forward, because the front was full of layers of dense thorn bamboo, like a wall around the mountainside, even if Fang Hong was given a pair of wings, he couldn't fly over! He heard his grandfather say: The Miao occupy the mountain, the Zhuang occupy the water, and the Han occupy the street. The Miao people who occupy the top of the mountain often plant thorn bamboo to protect them, and the mountain where they are located is planted with thorn bamboo to make a fence. Obviously, this dense spiny bamboo should have been planted by the Miao people of the four families before liberation.

However, it can't be that there is no way!!) Fang Hong wondered. In his imagination, today he would follow a road all the way to the top of the mountain, and on the way he might confront Li Erba's people and fight with wild boars. He put them all in order. Then I rushed to the top of the mountain and found a large patch of poppies, with bright flowers and thousands of purples and reds. He rushed into the cave again and found that Li Erba's people were processing large tobacco with poppy fruit, which was processed into attractant powder......

However, in front of him, there were layers of thick and dense thorn bamboos, and he didn't find anything, not even a single figure, a pig shadow.

But when he was on a mission in the army, he always guessed and judged more accurately. Could it be that this time, his subconscious mind was in an obstacle? Could it be that he was too innocent, too naïve, too naïve? Fang Hong kept rubbing his fingers, but he didn't snap his fingers loudly.

After all, Fang Hong was not a person who easily gave up his pursuit, and he never believed that there was no place for people to enter this bamboo enclosure. Therefore, he walked along the bamboo fence to the east, and even if he went around and returned to the same place, he would never stop.

Fang Hongshen wrapped around the mountainside with one shallow foot and one foot, and kept carefully observing whether there were any flaws in the bamboo layer of the thorny bamboo, and whether there was a gap for him to enter. But after walking one section after another, I didn't find a gap in it, but I found that there were bamboos that had been cut, basically cut one every ten meters or so, and the knife edge was still relatively new, according to Fang Hong's experience in chopping firewood when he was a child, it was concluded that these bamboos were cut at most more than a month ago. Now Fang Hong was surprised to find that all the cut were just bamboos, and all the cut were just bamboos close to the thorn bamboo, which showed that the people who cut them did not want tall strong bamboos to grow next to the thorn bamboo, no wonder Fang Hong walked these sections without a tall bamboo block, it turned out that there was almost a two-meter distance between the thorn bamboo and the gang bamboo. What does this mean, this means that the person who cuts the bamboo does not want someone to climb the tall bamboo and cross the bamboo layer of the thorn bamboo, but it is conceivable that the thorn bamboo is indeed just a wall, and it will never be a mountain full of thorn bamboo. In this way, the person who cuts the bamboo not only uses the bamboo, but also wants to remove the bamboo close to the thorny bamboo, Fang Hong thought that he would find a mess of bamboo that was cut down today, but he didn't expect it to be such a scene, it was cut so secretly, it was not easy for people to notice. This even more means that there are ulterior secrets in the bamboo layer of the thorn bamboo, and the corners of Fang Hong's mouth flashed with a smile.

Fang Hong no longer walked forward, but hung the telescope on his chest, preparing to choose a suitable long bamboo to climb on. Fang Hong has liked to climb trees since he was a child, although he is not as good as a monkey, but in Nidan Village, there is no partner who can climb more than him. Fang Hong quickly chose a satisfactory tall bamboo, and just as he wanted to climb up, he suddenly heard a clattering sound approaching him, and he immediately lay down, and at the same time slowly retreated, because he felt that the sound was coming from the edge of the bamboo layer in the south. So Fang Hong kept crawling down, and wearing camouflage uniforms, he retreated silently and secretly.

As Fang Hong gradually retreated and moved away, a wild boar finally appeared where he was standing just now, this wild boar was thin and tall, the strange thing was that this wild boar walked very slowly, no wonder Fang Hong retreated for a long time before seeing it appear. The boar not only walked slowly, but also did not wag its tail, and raised its head high, as if it was afraid that the wood and grass would cut off its face. The eyes looked fierce, but the eyes didn't seem to move. In Fang Hong's image, the wild boar walks in a hurry, panting, its mouth touches the ground, arches in the east, sniffs in the west, and its tail keeps spinning in circles or swinging from side to side. Fang Hong was wondering, but the wild boar in front of him walked in the direction he came from, and gradually disappeared from his sight. Fang Hong was about to stand up, but found a wild boar appearing, walking in a posture that was no different from the wild boar in front of him.

Fang Hong thought about it, if it was a wild boar, he was confident that he would not suffer, but if he attacked him at both ends, he was afraid that he would not be able to eat and walk around. He expected to run into wild boars, but he didn't expect to run into two at the same time. He was now starting to worry, the boar, although his eyes were dull, his sense of smell was definitely very sharp, almost like that of a hound, and the two wild boars would eventually find him with their keen sense of smell. Suddenly, the mobile phone in the pocket suddenly remembered...... Fang Hong secretly shouted, "Oops! "Hung up the phone in a hurry, and then quickly turned it off. But the ringing of his cell phone and the sound of his feet were enough to reveal where he was hiding.

I saw that the wild boar behind him stopped, stood there and pricked up his ears, slowly turned his body, and looked towards Fang Hong. Fang Hong held her breath and felt a cold swish on her back, it was a sunny day, but it felt cloudy, it was spring, but it didn't feel warm, it was a warm wind, but it felt like a cold wind, especially the fangs of the wild boar in front of her, like the white bones of a dead man, eerie and terrifying. Fang Hong had encountered fierce enemies and strong opponents, and he had never felt a trace of fear, because such fangs that were almost the size of a bull's horn and extremely sharp, he had never seen or heard of them!

But Fang Hong is Fang Hong after all, no matter what feeling of fear will not stay in his sunny heart, no matter how dangerous it is, it will not overwhelm his confidence. Such fear quickly flashed in his heart, he was forward, he never flinched, he was positive, he was never depressed.

He began to secretly calm his mind and raise his qi, as soon as he thought of the sea of qi under the umbilicus, the heart and kidneys intersected, the sea of qi warmed, the lower abdomen swelled, and the qi and blood worshipped. This is the qigong that he has been practicing quietly from junior high school until he is discharged from the army. Of course, this is not qigong, it can only be said to be a feeling of ease, you feel that the lower abdomen is swollen, but it is not actually swollen; you feel that the qi and blood are worshipped, but the actual qi and blood are not very pengbai, just because the long-term thoughts touch the meridians, the meridians are more sensitive than ordinary people, more active than ordinary people, the flow of qi and blood is smoother than ordinary people, faster and faster than ordinary people, making people feel that their strength is doubled, and their spirits are invigorated. It is impossible to practice the real internal qi in a few years, because this internal qi is not the qi of qi and blood, but the essence of the essence, which is the essence of the innate essence and the acquired essence, such an essence can only be practiced by relying on the heart fire along the Ren pulse to the door of life, this process is impossible to do in more than ten years, and it is impossible for a person to practice qi every day without doing other things, even if you practice every day, if you are in a hurry and have too much desire, then the heart fire will not fall, in this way, not only will the practice not succeed, but will hurt the body and hurt the spirit. Therefore, people who are not right-minded and overly ambitious will never be able to practice qigong, because such a person will never be able to get down to his life, and if he does not communicate with his heart fire and kidney essence, he will never be able to produce essence. Only people who have truly cultivated their inner qi are people who are full of a sense of justice, people who are kind-hearted, people who are in harmony with nothingness, people who have pure hearts and few desires, and people who are vegetarian and light on food can be cultivated. And people who practice qi often don't show off, because they can't use it at this time, and they still have to lead the essence to more than 360 acupuncture points in the body, which will take at least ten or even twenty years of effort, and the process must have enough time to insist on practicing every day, and there must be a correct method, and someone will protect it from the outside world. Therefore, being able to truly integrate heart, mind, energy, and strength into the actual combat of grappling and fighting and use it freely is very rare in real life, and Fang Hong can have such an induction is already blessed!

Fang Hong must not lie on his stomach like this and wait for the wild boar to attack him, because the characteristic of the wild boar's attack is to rush straight, if a person lets the wild boar rush squarely, then no matter how strong this person is, he will lose his combat effectiveness. Fang Hong would never let the wild boar rush to the front, otherwise, he would not be Fang Hong. So Fang Hong had to stand up like an iron ride. But at this moment, the wild boar that had just passed turned back again, and the wild boar behind did not come to Fang Hong, but turned its head to face the night boar in front of him. Apparently it didn't find Fang Hong.

But Fang Hong was stunned at this time! Thought I was dreaming—

Because Fang Hong heard two wild boars talking head to head, and they spoke Chinese.

The boar, who had just returned from the north, lowered his voice and said, "You're too careless, aren't you?"

The wild boar from the south said, "My phone is on silent, how can it ring!" I thought it was you! ”

"Isn't your phone ringing?"

"Damn the hemp skin, when did I lie to you! You think I'm not afraid of cutting off my fingers?"

"Is anyone here?"

"Stop making a noise! If we are heard, then you and I will have to suffer! ”

"It's impossible to hear us talking, don't you understand that no one dares to come near us. ”

"Te Ma Pi, you are mentally retarded, how can we see others when we walk on our stomachs like this, only others can see our points. ”

"You're mentally retarded, and since others see us, why do you dare to come close to us? Why don't you say we won't see others? Didn't I see people in Shibangtan yesterday? If I don't go down, they might come up!"

"Special hemp skin, I told you to see it when I heard the sound first, and told you not to make a sound, so don't make a sound!"

The two "pigs" fought like this for a while and then stopped making a sound.

Fang Hong smiled! I kept laughing in my heart, there were wild boars in the bamboo forest, but the bamboo shoots were not harmed; wild boars could not see people, only people saw wild boars; wild boars did not hurt people, but people themselves were afraid of wild boars; wild boars only appeared brightly, and people did not dare to go up the mountain.

It's a great solution. It made Fang Hong even more sure that the bamboo enclosure of the thorn bamboo contained a shocking secret.

The two "pigs" lingered in front of Fang Hong's eyes for a while, and then continued to walk north.