Reverend Insanity: Sixty-first: Life on a straw rope
The dazzling rising sun illuminates Qingmao Mountain.
In the school, Jia Lao is detailing the main points: "Tomorrow, we will choose a second tapeworm for refining. Everyone has successful experience in refining tapeworms. This time, we can consolidate. The choice of roundworms must be carefully considered. Combined with the practice experience these days, and their own understanding, comprehensive consideration. Generally speaking, it is best to use with the Mingming 蛊.
Zhu Shi ’s first maggot, known as the native maggot, once selected, will undoubtedly establish the cornerstone of development. The subsequent second roundworm, the third roundworm, and so on, all determined the specific direction of the maggot practice on this cornerstone.
After listening to the old school's words, the teenagers couldn't help thinking. Only Fang Yuan fell asleep on the table alone.
He worked hard in the middle of the night yesterday. After returning to the dormitory, he is still practicing the puppet masters to keep up the air. It was just dawning, and then he fell asleep.
The schoolmate glanced at Fang Yuan, and frowned slightly, but said nothing.
Since Gu Yuebo, the patriarch, said that to him, he took the other side and let it go.
"What kind of tapeworm should I choose?" Many students look at Fang Yuan involuntarily when thinking.
"Speaking of which, Fang Yuan already has a second roundworm."
"Yeah, that's the wine bug, it's so lucky that calcite can solve the wine bug!"
"If I have wine bugs, can I be the first to advance to the intermediate level?"
The thoughts of the trainees are one after another, those who are envious and those who are jealous.
Since that day, after passing the interrogation, Fang Yuan's wine bugs have also been successfully exposed. The origin of the wine bug has not caused suspicion. While the tribe was relieved, they also felt the luck of the other source.
"Why didn't I have such good luck, oh!" Gu Gu Chicheng, who is essentially a C-qualified man, sighed.
A long time ago, his grandfather had been commissioning to buy wine bugs for him. Unexpectedly, as a descendant heir did not get it, but Gu Yue Fangyuan got it first.
Compared with the sorrow and jealousy of Chicheng, the founder, who is also the vice president, is energetic.
"Brother, I will definitely surpass you." He glanced at Fang Yuan, said something in his heart, and then looked back.
His eyes are shining these days, and he is full of a passion for life. His cheeks were rosy, his forehead glowed, and he even walked briskly.
Xuetangjia always looked at these things, and immediately understood that the patriarch of the ancient moon had begun to teach Founder secretly.
Of course, this kind of thing about turning on a small stove cannot be said clearly.
Xuetang always keeps one eye closed.
It's evening again.
Fang Yuan squeezed into the crack of the stone gap again.
Ding Jingling Bell ...
In his hand, a hare struggling violently, with a bell tied around the hare's neck.
This is the hare that Fang Yuan captured on the mountain, and the bell was of course tied to him.
After a day, the sullen air in the secret hole has completely dissipated, and the air is very fresh.
The opening of the cave is open, and there is silence. Fang Yuan squatted down on the ground and looked at the ground carefully. He sprayed stone powder on both floors last night. This thin layer of stone powder is not noticeable.
"The stone powder at the entrance of the martyrdom remains the same. It seems that during the time I left, there was nothing dirty in the martyrdom. There was a footprint at the entrance of the crack in the secret cave, but this is me I just stepped on it. It can be seen that no outsider has been here. "Fang Yuan observed it and was relieved.
He stood up, stretched out his hand, and tore off the dead vines on the wall. Then he sat on the ground, suppressing the hare with his legs bent, freeing his palms to rub the vines.
Neither the ordinary puppet masters can do this, but Fang Yuan has too much rich life experience. When he was impoverished several times in the previous life, he could not even feed the worms and starved to death.
For a period of time, he had no real money, no maggots, and was just like a mortal, and even his life was difficult. In desperation, I learned to sell straw ropes, straw hats, straw hats, etc., in exchange for some stone debris and barely made a living.
At this time, he rubs the drafting rope, and the memory in Fang Yuan's mind emerges again.
The bitterness and suffering at that time turned into a silent smile at the corner of his mouth at this moment. With the legs bent, the hare struggled from time to time, and the bell jingled.
Pair of pairs and lingers for a long time.
Thinly, slowly, over the years, the years come together, there are twists, turns, and entanglements.
Isn't rubbing the straw rope a life experience?
In the secret hole, the red light is dark, and young and vicissitudes are intertwined in Fang Yuan's face.
Time seems to stop here, quietly admiring the juvenile rubbing rope.
Ding Jingling Bell ...
Half an hour later, the hare rushed quickly into the martyrdom, and the bells on the neck clanged, and a few breaths came out of Fang Yuan's field of vision.
Fang Yuan's temporary straw rope is tied at one end to the back of the hare. At this moment, the hare is dragged by the hare and swims away rapidly.
After a while, the straw rope stopped swimming.
But this does not mean that the hare has reached the end of the martyrdom, may be killed by a trap, or may just stop halfway.
Fang Yuan started to collect the rope, and the rope gradually tightened. He pulled it hard.
At the end of the straw rope, a force immediately came. Then the straw rope swam out again.
It was obviously the hare over there, suddenly under the force of dragging, in shock, he began to rush inside.
So many times, the hare seems to have finally reached the end of the martyrdom. No matter Fang Yuan pulls the straw rope again, the straw rope is only loose and tight, tight and loose.
Maybe the hare came to the end of the martyrdom, or it may be that the hare fell into some trap mechanism and was trapped.
It's easy to verify the answers.
Fang Yuan began to collect the rope. Where could his strength hare bear it, he finally pulled the hare out with a straw rope.
The hare is constantly struggling at the end of the straw rope. However, the straw rope is made from the sachets of sac and rice straw. Although it has been dead for many years, it is still tough.
The hare fell into Fang Yuan's hands again and again. Fang Yuan inspected the hare carefully and saw that there was no wound on his body.
"At present, this martyrdom should be safe."
With this result, the hare also lost its effect, Fang Yuan pinched to death, and threw the body on the ground.
The hare cannot be released, and the animal also has memory. In case it comes back here like a wine bug, it attracts outsiders, which is bad.
He took a deep breath, and after several trials, he carefully stepped into the martyrdom.
Although there are hares to explore the road, there are many trap agencies that are specifically targeted at humans. Hare, such a small animal, cannot trigger it. So Fang Yuan had to defend.
The road is straight and extends diagonally to the ground. And the further down the road, the more spacious the martyrdom.
Fang Yuan had just entered the martyrdom and had to bend down and bow his head. After taking more than fifty steps, he could raise his head and stand tall. After walking about a hundred steps, I can shake my arms and swing around.
The martyrdom is actually not long, only about 300 meters, but it took Fang Yuan a full hour to reach the end of the martyrdom.
He was cautious along the way. When he came to an end, he was already tired and sweaty.
"The maggots that are not used for detection are trouble." Fang Yuan wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and after confirming his safety, he set his heart and looked carefully at the end of the maggot.
This observation made him confused.
At the end of the martyrdom, a huge stone is blocked. The surface of the stone is smooth, protruding toward the direction of Fang Yuan, just like Jia Fu's round belly.
This is the boulder, which blocked Fang Yuan from moving forward.
Except for this boulder, Fang Yuan had nothing beside him.
"Did it happen that the middle section of the martyrdom caused a blockage due to an accident?" Fang Yuan's gaze was fixed, which is very likely.
The flower and wine walker eagerly established this heritage of power before dying. He hurriedly made a mountain martyrdom using the tarantula. The gangway leads to the depths of the mountain and guides the successor forward.
However, hundreds of years have passed. This martyr can't withstand the erosion of time. At a certain moment, one of the martyrs is out of repair and collapses.
There are always accidents in life.
"If that's the case, shouldn't I stop here?" He stepped forward and touched the stone, which blocked the boulder from moving forward, and the area exposed was just as large as the door. You can imagine the thickness of its entire body.
Fang Yuan can grind off the stone wall with moonlight, but to grind such a huge stone, one or two years of hard work must be done.
"It seems necessary to use tools to break the boulder with iron picks and shovel. Only in this way, many traces will inevitably be exposed. Some beat sounds will also spread." Thinking of this, Fang Yuan deeply Ground frowned. He is considering the risks and benefits.
If the risk is too great, he would rather give up this heritage of power.
After all, if someone else discovers the secret here, he previously made some layout and hard work, and he will have to spend no expense, and he may be in danger of life!
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