I was bored day by day, and I survived seven days.

In the past seven days, Wang Ze would have diarrhea once a day after eating mutton, but then the greasy oil on his body became less and less, and until today, it is almost impossible to see.

In addition to this, he ate so much that he ate a whole sheep.

Without looking at the remaining seven sheep, Wang Ze suddenly had an urge to climb out. This feeling came inexplicably, as if climbing the cliff wall suddenly became easier.

The rolling stone pile is the shortest, but it is too unstable, Wang Ze tried it a few days ago, and a big stone rolled down, almost killing him. So he chose the surrounding gravel mountains and finally picked an easy place to start.

Moved a stone under his feet, Wang Ze raised his hand over his head and grabbed a crack in the rock, his arms strained, and at the same time he raised one foot to find a point to borrow, but ...... He pulled his body up with just the strength of his arm, and then with his other hand he grabbed a higher crack.

This is so strange! Wang Ze is sure that he would never have been able to do it before. But at this time, he didn't have the heart to think too much,...... Climb up first.

The thirteen-zhang high rock wall was not as difficult as expected, and it was almost easy to climb up. Wang Ze stretched out his hand and climbed to the top of the cliff, and he was about to make the last effort.

"Finally climbed up...... !"

As soon as Wang Ze showed his head at the top of the cliff, he saw a pale face looking at him tiltedly, and he was almost scared to pee.

This, what's going on?!

However, although he was stunned in his heart, it was not a matter to hang like this, and he climbed up with his arms.

Stepping on the top of the cliff, Wang Ze immediately ran away, away from the terrifying corpse. Fortunately, it was broad daylight, and after a while, Wang Ze mustered up his courage, approached the corpse, and looked.

This person doesn't know how long he has been dead, and there is a trace of rustic air on his body, but this is good, more like a native person, not as rumored to be his skin turned iron blue or something, so it is not very scary.

Beside the corpse, there was a small porcelain vase tilted upside down, and nothing else was special. Except that this man died on the top of the cliff of the gravel mountain is a little strange, and his eyes are staring in one direction, and he is not blind.

Wang Ze wanted to leave, but he stopped after a while, and said to himself: "It's not good for you to expose your corpse to the wilderness and become food for birds of prey, I'll find a place to bury you." Then he thought about it, and said: "Look at your clothes, you should be a rich man, if you have gold and silver treasures on you, let me take it, right? I am not a dead man's wealth, I really live a miserable life, I keep the gold and silver on your body to use after escaping from Mingguang Temple." ”

It seems that Wang Ze is not a submissive character, and he has long been unwilling to be bullied, thinking about escaping.

Strengthened his courage, Wang Ze reached into the man's arms, and after groping for a while, he only took out a cloth bag and a brocade handkerchief, but did not find gold or silver.

The cloth bag is the size of a palm, like a money bag, but it has no mouth, and Wang Ze doesn't know what it is for.

Jinpa's hand was cold, Wang Ze saw the slightly shiny silk thread on it, and said in surprise: "Could this be the rumored ice cicada silk, which does not rot for thousands of years, and can continue to emit cold when woven into silk clothes." I heard that the emperor wore this kind of clothes after his death, but the ice cicada silk was too precious, and the royal family couldn't make it up, so they had to be made into clothes with ice jade pieces. ”

Wang Ze originally wanted to say that this person was a poor ghost, but when he turned out this Jinpa of ice cicada silk, he stopped.

The brocade is pale cyan, but it is embroidered with crystal white silk threads in small characters, like pieces of snowflakes embellished. The font is a bit ancient, but Wang Ze knows it. There are about seven or eight hundred words on it, and the first four words are "Ice Spirit Formula". Then in the second column are the two words that are on a par with the "spiritual formula", "residual merit".

"Exercises?"

Wang Ze was immediately overjoyed, the reason why he couldn't get out of the current predicament was that he didn't have the ability, if he practiced the exercises, it would be simple.

However, when he looked at the next words, it was like pouring a basin of cold water on his head, and the snow was gone, frozen for thousands of miles,...... It's even better than the monks of Mingguang Temple who can blow it! Wang Ze doesn't believe that people's abilities can do this, so he doesn't dare to cultivate, if this is nonsense, whoever practices will die!

"Also, why is there still the word remnant?"

Wang Ze was a little puzzled, "Remnant, could it be a mistake, it should be the 'silkworm' of the ice silkworm?" ...... Or does it mean that it is mutilated? If it is mutilated, does it mean that this Ice Spirit Recipe is incomplete, or is it part of another exercise?"

"It doesn't seem like there's anything to be gained. Wang Ze was slightly disappointed, and reached out to stuff the cloth bag and Jinpa into his arms.

"Boy, okay, good luck, make a fortune from the dead?" Suddenly, a voice sounded behind him, startling Wang Ze.

There was a corpse in front of him, and the sudden sound of speech could scare people to death.

Wang Ze turned around and saw the person coming, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly. It was a bald man, with a hidden flesh on his face, and his shirt was open to reveal a piece of body hair on his chest. This is one of the monks of Mingguang Temple, named Yuanzhen, and one of the people who bullied Wang Ze the most.

Wang Ze's servant work in the back mountain of Mingguang Temple was supervised by Yuan Zhen, although Yuan Zhen did not often go to the back mountain. But he didn't see Wang Ze for a few days, Yuan Zhen naturally wanted to look for it, he probably knew the route of Wang Ze's sheep drive, and when he arrived at the gravel pile, he found that the gap was blocked, so he climbed to the top of the gravel mountain from other directions, and just happened to see the scene of Wang Ze putting things into his arms.

"Boy, tell the Buddha, what did you get?" Yuan Zhen's eyes showed greed, stretched out a big hand like a fan, and walked over at the same time.

"This is a poor man who doesn't get anything. Wang Ze shook his head, although he thought that Bubao and Jinpa had no big effect, but subconsciously felt that they should not give Yuanzhen to solve the crisis.

"You dare to play tricks with your grandfather, you kid is impatient. Yuan Zhen's eyes widened, he strode up, and snatched it from Wang Ze's arms, "It's just a rag, and it should be taken out for the Buddha to see!"

He has a lot of strength, and he can tear the clothes in front of Wang Ze in one fell swoop, obviously in addition to seizing things, he also has to teach Wang Ze a lesson.

If it was placed seven days ago, Wang Ze would have been swaying like a small boat in the water under the big hand, but today, I felt that the big hand of the round was nothing, and the idea of moving his fist swelled.

"Fuck you. Wang Ze suddenly punched out.

"Dare to fight back?"

Yuan Zhen was extremely surprised, didn't this kid accept it, but the next moment, his face changed, he was smashed on his back by Wang Ze's punch, and he felt that it was difficult to breathe, and there was even blood and qi surging, so powerful!

However, Yuan Zhen's arm was longer than Wang Ze after all, and his big hand also grabbed Wang Ze's shirt, and after being hit by a punch, Wang Ze, who was also pulling, stepped forward.

Wang Ze didn't have much experience in fighting with people, and when he saw that he was caught by Yuanzhen, he grabbed his arm and threw it violently, and his strength was naturally used to the maximum.

Yuan Zhen only felt that he couldn't help himself and let go of his palm, and then was thrown out by Wang Ze's strength, stepped on the air, and fell directly from the cliff.

Boom!

Yuan Zhen fell from the top of the thirteen-zhang high cliff, screamed miserably, and no longer moved, and was directly thrown to death.

Call!

Wang Ze panicked, looking at his hands with some disbelief, where did his strength come from?

"You deserve to die, you deserve it!" Wang Ze glanced at Yuan Zhen who fell, and he didn't feel guilty, although he was a scholar, his character was not cowardly.

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