At the time of the unitary, the Heroes League said goodbye to Tongtianfu and drove out of the city in a tribute car. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qunhao is not a person in the dart game, Yu Zhugong has no experience, Tongtianfu East Road is steep and difficult to walk, and because the snow on the mountain road has not melted, the narrow road seems to be a flat river, hit the horse past, only to know the bumpy extreme. The thousand-pound tribute car went out of the city not far away, it was deep in the snow, and it was easy to take a few steps, but it was also swaying left and right, and two tribute boxes overturned from the car and almost fell into the cliff. Qunhao had no choice but to roll the cold withered grass into hemp rope, tie the tribute box to the car and move slowly.

The sun went down for a long time, and the moon tribute came out less than seven miles, and the heroes were hungry and tired, looking up at the way they came, but they saw the ladder spreading from under their feet, towering Xiaohan, overlooking the valley bottom, but it was like facing the abyss, only to see the clouds rising:

The ladder towered into the sky, and the vultures rushed to help.

The daunting path is ten thousand feet high, and the cliffs are thousands of hanging.

The vast deep stream is heavy with fog, and the flocculent frost is torrential.

There are few bird tracks in the empty mountains and valleys, and long snakes and tigers avoid here.

The ancient ape cried sadly to collect the sunset, and the distant mountains became more and more faint.

There are occasional owls roaring to curb the clouds, and occasionally hearing ghosts crying and frightening the hills.

The earth cracked, the sky collapsed, and the strong man died, and the wind destroyed the snow.

Ten steps and nine folds sit and sigh, hoping to meet the dance punishment day.

Not long after walking, the two carts got stuck in the snow and could not lift them. Zhou Tongtian said: "Sect Master, this is still the chassis of Tongtianfu, Gao Jinlun doesn't dare to come, so it's better to rest here for one night." Ouyang Yan had no choice but to order a fire, roast the mutton on the fire, and distribute it to everyone for consumption.

After eating, Qunhao rested early around the fire. Ouyang Yan ordered Wu Tiande to summon Batutu, Zhou Tongtian and Qiu Renzhi, and said, "Please select sixty more good men to take turns to guard and worship Yuegong." When Batutu saw the moon worship loaded into the car, he wished to send someone to guard it day and night, and immediately accepted the order. Zhou Tongtian and Qiu Renzhi were also ordered to retreat.

The night was like ink, and the mountain wind gusted, and the gusts of wind blew on the snow on the top of the mountain, beeping, like a huge hammer hitting the top of the snow-capped mountain, but the more so, the darker and deeper the night became. Gu Yuecong shrunk in the fur, and he didn't know how long he had been asleep, he was awakened by the sound of the wind, he opened his eyes, pressed the fur that was blocking his chin, and looked at the tribute car in the cold wind and the crooked group of heroes, as if he had a feeling that he couldn't tell whether he was dreaming or waking up. Coming out of the capital, his heart has always been hanging, at this time in the dead of night, looking at the sleeping heroes, the boulder in his heart finally fell. The thought that Shaolin was bound to go down the mountain overnight, or that he had already transported the moon tribute to the Lion Forest one step ahead of the Heroes League, breathed a long sigh of relief. He opened his eyes and looked at the sky, saw the sky full of stars flickering, and couldn't help but think of Long'er. Although Lu Xingyun wrote to say that Long'er was all right and did not endure hardship, when he thought of her being trapped in the Yunmeng God Valley, he couldn't help but feel worried, worried, and blamed himself. He turned over, looked at the vast snow in the valley, and said secretly, "Long'er, have you slept at this time?"

At this moment, there were suddenly a few creaking sounds in his ears, this sound was so weak that if it weren't for Gu Yuecong falling asleep on his side, his ears were almost attached to the snow, and he would never have heard it. Gu Yuecong thought it was just the sound of the wind at first, so he didn't pay attention to it, but although the sound was soft, it continued. "It's the sound of footsteps!" Gu Yuecong sat up suddenly, looking at the crowd, everyone was either in a group of three or five, or around the tribute car, all of them were asleep, and the sound came from a very long distance, definitely not from the Heroes League. Gu Yuecong attached his ears to the snow again, still hearing the creaking sound, and said in his heart: "Who will walk around in the snow in the middle of the night?" After thinking about it, he thought: "If it is a nocturnal hunter, it will be fine, if it is a person from the Wulin League, there must be a conspiracy here." Thinking of this, he quietly got up, picked up a few piles of snow and put them into his fur, and stepped on the raised stones on the edge of the cliff, and a few jumps were already ten feet away. Although the disciples of the various factions who guarded the moon tribute did not sleep, they did not realize that they were on the tribute car.

After a short time, the body gradually warmed up, and after a while, the kung fu reached the bottom. For fear of leaving footprints, he only performed light skills and leaped away on the rows of poplar trees. He looked around at the bottom of the valley, not to mention the human figures, and there were no footprints of wild beasts, and he thought, "Didn't I hear me wrong?" Two jumps, over a mountain col, he did not exert all his strength in these two jumps, but his feet were everywhere, like swallows falling on branches, without sound. Gu Yuecong said secretly: "I haven't practiced hard this year, and my internal strength is much stronger than when I came out of the valley." Just as he was about to leap again, he suddenly saw three strings of footprints in the snow shining brightly under the stars and moon, stretching forward. Gu Yuecong took a slight look, and saw that these three pairs of footprints were very petite, and they were definitely not men's feet, and he wondered: "How can there be three women haunting here at the same time in the middle of the night?" followed the footprints and chased forward, just past the two trees, I heard the woman's laughter coming from the left front, this voice was charming and soft, Gu Yuecong couldn't help but be shocked when he heard it: "It's a disciple of Fengyueguan!"

Quietly approaching, a dilapidated thatched house appeared in front of him, and by the moonlight, I saw a big apricot tree planted next to the thatched house, a stone bench under the tree, and a broken teapot, all of which fell to the ground. When Gu Yuecong saw this scene, he suddenly felt a warmth in his chest, this house was very similar to the place where he lived as a child. I still remember when I was four years old, my father always held him on his shoulders and asked him to pick the apricots next to the house by himself, and at that time he was greedy, and every time he couldn't help but stuff two in his mouth first, and then pick them for his father while eating a lot. Since that fire, the apricot tree has also been burned to death, and I have never eaten such a yellow-skinned, full-fleshed, sweet and sour apricot again. Thinking of this, he sighed in his heart: "The enemy who killed his parents has not been whereabouts so far, and when the matter of worshipping the moon tribute is over, it will be investigated." ”

Gu Yuecong looked at the overturned stone bench and the broken teapot, and thought, "It must be the people of Fengyueguan who killed the owner of the house and forcibly occupied this house." He already had a good impression of the house, and when he thought of it, he sneaked to the back wall of the hut and peeked in through the cracks between the walls.

The fire in the house is melting, burning brightly, three women standing on the east side of the wooden house, the first one on the left is slim, wearing a pink skirt, one of them is plump, wearing a goose sable sweater, the button in the neck is loosened intentionally or unintentionally, revealing a ruddy white neck, a red satin bandeau is faintly visible, and a woman on the right is wearing a gauze shirt as thin as cicada wings. The three of them have their own styles, but they are all thick fat and bright powder, and they are really disciples of Fengyueguan.

The wind is blowing strongly, and the burrow is warm in spring.

Gu Yuecong couldn't help but feel hot at the root of his ears when he saw that the three of them were smiling at the opposite side, leaning over to look, and he was even more stunned, three men were tied to the chairs opposite, one looked like a showman, one was tall and burly, with a full beard, at first glance, he was a butcher, and the other was a teenager who was only fourteen or fifteen years old.