500 years? I was slightly stunned: Could it really be a monkey?

After a closer look, I found that this "person" had a blurred face with hair, and at the moment he really looked like a monkey. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I said buddy, have you seen enough?"

A slightly disgruntled and reckless remark interrupted my musings, and only now did I notice that my actions seemed to be a little impolite, so I hurriedly embarrassed for a moment, turned over and dismounted.

"Dare to ask your seniors but you are trapped here?"

I didn't think about whether the five hundred years were true or false, and I didn't bother to care if there would be a powerful formation around here, or if there was a powerful guard. I just asked curiously after taking a closer look.

"Let's drink first. "Didn't answer my question," the man said.

I hurriedly took out a wine bag, opened it, bent down and carefully poured it into his mouth.

Then the wine poured out like the water that burst the embankment.

"Cool, hahahaha, it's fucking cool!"

Looking at the shriveled wine bag and listening to his rude and satisfied words, I smiled wryly, hesitating whether to pull a few pieces of beef for him.

"Since I have drunk your wine, I will answer you reluctantly. You're right, I'm trapped here. As soon as the wine was in his mouth, the man replied dryly.

Listening to this unsurprising answer, I continued: "After five hundred years of wind and sun, my predecessors have suffered. ”

Just as I didn't think about the truth of his words, I didn't ask him why he was trapped here, but just followed his words seriously and pretended to care.

"What, you want to rescue me?" said the man indifferently, with a slight sneer between his eyebrows, as if he was laughing at my pretended concern.

I smiled and said, "If I have that ability, I can give it a try." But since this power can trap the predecessors for five hundred years, it's not so easy to break down, right?"

"It's easy as long as you want. The man said indifferently, looking at me with a calm expression, as if he wanted to see through the truest thoughts in my heart.

I wondered, "If it's easy, why are my predecessors still trapped in these five hundred years?"

"In these five hundred years, you are not the first person to pass through this place, but you are the first person to see me and even talk to me. The man said, feeling a little helpless after seeing all the vicissitudes of life.

It's not because everyone else died when they broke the formation. When I heard this answer, I thought to myself, and when he said it was true.

"I don't know how I can help my seniors?" I asked, after a moment of feigned hesitation.

In fact, I would have liked to think and struggle a little more on my inner and outer faces, and then asked with a bit of resoluteness or understatement. However, I have no experience in this kind of thing, either in books or in reality-although I have seen many stories such as the fisherman and the fish, Aladdin's magic lamp, etc., but I have long forgotten all about the hearts and expressions of the people involved.

The man stared at me again for a long time, until my expression changed from calm to impatient, ready to say something, when he finally spoke.

So, according to his words, I easily solved him. It's as easy as lifting up a fallen person.

Seeing the ape-like figure with vigorous hair, I flattered me with some food and drink, and then stood still and watched him taste slowly.

Perhaps because the five hundred years were too lonely and painful, the man ate and drank as much as he could, as if he wanted to bite out all the grievances he had passed.

Then, after eating and drinking, he looked at me and said quietly, "Yes, you are a good person." ”

Listening to his praise, he smiled slightly, but he was scolding angrily in his heart: You are a good person.

"In order to repay you, I have decided to send you west. The man continued, one sentence that made me a little ecstatic, and I began to look forward to the excitement of a certain Journey to the West story.

However, a cold light broke through the air, slashing me to the ground, and all my longings were gone.

"The so-called westward journey naturally refers to going to the western sky. If you can die under my blade, you will not be in vain. ”

I fell to the ground and realized that the grass was really soft and the sky was blue. The white clouds are long, and it seems that the years are quiet, so the blood flows out but there is not much pain. So my heart was a little calm, so calm that I didn't remember my life or thought too much, so calm that I still heard his words clearly.

"Since you saved me and told you a secret, I haven't been trapped for five hundred years at all. How can anyone in this world live for 500 years, and only a stupid good person like you would believe it. Hahaha. ”

When I closed my eyes, I saw the man's distant back, and heard the man's wanton and mocking laughter.

When I opened my eyes again, the blue sky was still the same, and the white clouds were long. I lay down for a long time before I sat up, looked at the empty wine bags in the grass, and then slowly stood up and slowly moved forward.

Yes, I didn't die, not even scars. Although I don't really have omnipotence, at least I can keep myself alive. It was really because of this vague but firm thought that I didn't have too many doubts about the identity and words of that person. Because he has something to rely on, he is also a little fearless. Unexpectedly, there was no good reward after the kindness.

It is precisely because of this situation that has vaguely flashed in my heart that I don't have too much anger at this encounter at the moment. However, there is still something uncomfortable in my heart. It's one thing to know that it may be bad, and it's another thing to be able to bear it.

No one wants to be a stab in response to helping someone else, even if that person doesn't lose anything. What's more, he didn't just stab me, he really wanted me dead.

Also, what annoyed me the most was that he robbed me of my horse and food. So I had to walk with difficulty on my legs, and no matter how much I thought about it, he never showed up and returned the horse to me.

This annoyance did not fade slightly until he saw a manor.

It's not surprising that there are people living in the grasslands, but it's a rare thing to have buildings. So, the manor on the prairie made me wonder if there would be ghosts inside.

Then I hesitated and didn't dare to move forward.

But I didn't go there, but there were still people coming out. A Han man who looked like a small man came out of the manor, looked at me and asked curiously, "This gentleman, what is the matter?"

Perhaps because he did not rudely drive me away as soon as we met, I immediately became more fond of him, and hurriedly replied, "To tell you the truth, I was a westbound traveler, but unexpectedly I was robbed by robbers on the way, and my horses and grain were robbed." So when I saw that there were people here, I couldn't help but come over. ”

"I see, in my humble position, I can't let my husband enter this manor without the consent of the master's family. However, Mr. must be very hungry at the moment, Mr. Wait, I will go and prepare some food for him. ”

Without doubting the truth of my words, the little guy nodded and hugged his fists. Then close the door and leave.

But I don't know if he believed my words and really prepared to eat, or if he thought I was a gangster with bad intentions, and after the door opened, countless knives, guns, and clubs were killed.

The manor after a knife is a certain manifestation of people's hearts.