Chapter 34 Happy Meeting

Less than an hour had passed, and Mo Qing had finished his cultivation this time. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It's not safe to be in the Bloody Land for a long time, and I'll have to get out of here before nightfall tonight.

The small valley is like a slaughterhouse, and the smell of blood is so smoky that God knows if it will attract other beasts.

Last night, he was so tired that he collapsed, and after killing the wolves, he had no ability to leave this place at all, so Mo Qing had to venture here to spend the night, but fortunately, there was nothing to find him.

Of course, even one or two that are not too powerful will be cleaned up by the Fu Jiang who keeps vigil, but Mo Qing, who falls asleep upside down, doesn't know about the Fu General's vigil.

Now that his physical strength has recovered, his mana has basically recovered, and he has even faintly surpassed before, so he doesn't have to worry too much when he encounters some strong beasts.

But Mo Qing still wanted to go back quickly, and it was better for Uncle Mo Lun's injury to be seen by Huang Laoxie as soon as possible.

Although Uncle Mollen said that it didn't matter, and there were no fatal scars when he looked at it, it was best to let a professional take a look.

There is no big mistake in being careful, otherwise you will leave some dark wounds, and it will be too late to regret it.

The sun doesn't know when it will come out.

It didn't seem that he wanted to see the wolf corpses lying on the ground in the valley, so he hid behind the stone wall with a pale face, emitting a miserable white light, shining weakly on the earth.

He took out the pale yellow storage bag from his arms, and the mana flowed and poured into it from his hand.

Mo Qing's right hand pointed downward, and the upright wolf corpse on the ground disappeared without a sound.

Although it was not the first time to use a storage bag, Mo Qing still felt very amazing about it, especially after putting more than thirty wolves in it, the weight of the storage bag in his hand basically did not increase much, as if so many things were not put in, Mo Qing was even more curious about it

provoked Mo Qing to check several times with his divine thoughts, to determine whether so many things were contained in it.

After walking a few steps, Mo Qing bent down and picked up the black bamboo that had fallen in the snow nest, and the bamboo was still black all over, without a trace of blood or water stains.

What a good baby! Mo Qing secretly boasted in his heart.

Thanks to it, last night was able to show its power at the last moment, capturing the wolf king in one fell swoop and avoiding a tragedy.

I played with it twice in my hand, and a stick shadow danced in the whirring wind.

Mo Qing paused, shamelessly shouted for his stick technique, and backhanded it into the storage bag.

Originally, he wanted to make a climbing plow and take advantage of the unmelted snow to pull Uncle Mo Lun back, but considering how rugged the mountain roads are and how full of vegetation and vegetation are, Mo Qing gave up this idea.

The axe thrown last night was still slashed diagonally in the earth, and the axe and the handle were stained with a layer of blackened blood.

Bending down to pick up the axe, he went to the snow next to him to find some clean snow, and by the way, he pulled two handfuls of dead grass, mixed with snow water and wiped them for a while, and then took the much cleaner axe and walked to the woods opposite the stone wall.

There was nothing in the mountains, but there was no shortage of trees, and after a while, Mo Qing came out with a bundle of sticks the thickness of a baby's arm.

These sticks were specially selected by Mo Qing, and they were straight throughout, and there was not much difference in thickness.

First, take out three sticks and lay them straight on a flat stone slab, and the distance between each stick is about three feet long.

After fixing the position, the rest of the sticks were arranged on top one by one, and then the vine man wrapped around the waist was removed, and it took a lot of effort to tie these things side by side.

Raised his hand and shook it vigorously a few times, not moving at all, Mo Qing praised his good craftsmanship twice.

Let Uncle Mo Lun go back, it was impossible at that time, Mo Qing would not agree to anything. With that wound on the body, it's strange to walk a few steps without tearing it open.

Raising the freshly made wooden chop with one hand, Mo Qing walked towards the stone wall, his strength became stronger and greater, and the things of more than a hundred catties were as light as nothing in his hand.

The wooden row went to the stone wall, and Uncle Mo Lun didn't move, Mo Qingping came out with him.

But before that, he knocked off a lot of stones at the mouth of the crack.

Now, if any more wolves come, they can get into three at once.

Although Uncle Mo Lun repeatedly emphasized that he was okay and didn't need to do this, Mo Qing still couldn't help but put him on the soft and gentle wooden raft.

With the remaining strips of cotton, the strap quilt was tied firmly on the top.

What are you kidding! Covered in wounds, the whole person is wrapped like a dumpling, and I still want to walk back on the uneven mountain road, how is it possible?

With a slight force on his arms, he connected the wooden chop, and Uncle Mo Lun was steadily carried on his shoulders by Mo Qing.

"Hehe" smiled, and walked on the way home in the helpless voice of the uncle's 'you bastard boy'.

Along the way, he turned over stubborn stones, turned ancient trees, crossed stone streams, went around the jungle, jumped mud pits, carried more than two meters long, and brought Uncle Mo Lun a wooden row of three or four hundred catties, Mo Qing's skills were still very flexible.

And it's still very stable, didn't I see Uncle Melun who had been trying to get down and walk by himself?

However, no matter how great the power is, there is a limit, and you can't travel far with light loads.

At the beginning, many things will be easy for us, and even think that it is just a trivial matter, and we don't pay attention to it at all, but later we will find that if we stick to it, things are not as simple as we imagined.

Mo Qing couldn't jump anymore at this time, and he didn't run like he did at the beginning.

The arm holding the wooden row has begun to numb, and his head is steaming, as if he has practiced to a high and deep place, and is about to reach the top of the three flowers and the realm of the source of the five qi.

The wooden rafts on his shoulders became heavier and heavier, but Mo Qing didn't dare to have the slightest slackness, straightened his small waist, looked at the road under his feet, and walked extremely solidly step by step.

The wooden raft didn't shake in the slightest, and listening to the snoring sound coming from above, Mo Qing felt that he had done it very correctly.

It's a really good feeling to do something to the people you care about.

Although sometimes you may suffer a lot because of this, when you see that the person you care about has become a little better than before because of your efforts, all the suffering has turned into sweetness.

When the moon, which was fatter than yesterday, rose from the sky, Mo Qing came to Huangshi Ridge with a wooden raft.

A glimmer of fire came from the cracks in the dilapidated doors of the cabin, making it look especially lonely under the winter night sky.

How could anyone else go up the mountain at this time of year?

Puzzled, Mo Qing let go of his divine sense and swept towards the dilapidated wooden house.

As if he had seen an unexpected scene, he was stunned for a moment and hurried over.

Carefully put the wood on the ground, but fortunately it didn't wake Uncle Merlun up.

In the squeak, the wooden door was gently opened by Mo Qing, and what appeared in front of him was Huang Laoxi, who was leaning against the wall and sleeping soundly.

He was probably too tired, so the sound of the door opening didn't wake him up.

There were a lot of large and small cuts on the clothes that I was wearing, and there were a lot of dried mud, hay and sawdust on them.

His hair was messy and messy, like straw blown by a strong wind, and he looked like a dusty man, obviously suffering a lot of sins on the way.

Mo Qing's eyes were a little hot, he knew why this old man who was not in good health was in a hurry, and the most precious thing in life was the word friendship.

Find a stone to support the door, and Mo Qing put the wooden raft into the house.

The door was too narrow, and despite extreme care, the raft hit the door frame.

Uncle Merlun was awakened and still in a daze, when he heard a hoarse cry of surprise.

"Mo Lun, you kid really didn't die!"

"Big brother, why are you here!"

The sound of cheerful laughter came from the far away from the wooden house, breaking the silence of the night, and a few jackdaws flew off into the distance with a startled cry of "wow".

The hut finally fell silent when the tempting smell of meat permeated, but the occasional sound of swallowing was loud.