Drunk Immortal Gourd

All the things found in the main hall were handed over to the Tiger Gang, and were carried by their brothers. Hu Zhensong also wrapped up the mouse on the ground and carried it into his arms. This thing is physical evidence, no matter how useful it is. No, show it to the immortal masters to prove that everyone really worked hard for this matter.

The remaining Du Chengjin's body can only be discarded here. In a place with an uncertain future, unknown dangers may appear at any time. We are all unrelated, so why bother ourselves?

The group of people continued walking along the passage. This time, they seemed not as lucky as the previous few days. Nearly three hours passed, and most of the day passed, but they never encountered any hall or treasure again.

Everyone was tired and hungry. Just when everyone was about to stop and rest, Hu Zhentai, who was walking in front, suddenly shouted: "There is a three-way intersection here, and the front is blocked by a mass of fog. There must be something good here." ”

Everyone hurriedly took a few steps and soon saw the fog that Hu Zhenheng was talking about. The passage still leads directly to the front, and you can continue to move forward, but a small fork suddenly appears here. The inside of the fork is blocked by thick fog, and you can't see anything clearly.

It was not a foggy weather at this time, but a cloud of fog suddenly appeared here, completely blocking this small fork. If you said that this was not an important place, no one would believe it. The more important the place, the more good things you can find, and the better the things you find, the more appreciation and rewards you will get from the immortal masters.

Hu Zhenheng said: "Then what are you waiting for? Let's just go in?"

Seeing that the fifth brother was about to rush in recklessly, Hu Zhensong quickly stopped him and said: "The appearance of the mist in this picture is too sudden. There may be some danger, so it is better to be careful."

Hearing what his elder brother said, Hu Zhenheng calmed down a little, stopped and said, "It's just a fog, shouldn't it?"

Hu Zhensong said: "Why not? The fog in front is so thick, what if it is poisonous? Even if it is not poisonous, what if you can't see the road after entering and get lost in it? Do you think the immortal master dare not come in? Where can it be so simple?”

Hu Zhenheng was just simple-minded, not stupid. Hu Zhensong had reached this point, even a simple-minded person should have understood. He was immediately frightened. Fortunately, his elder brother stopped him. If he had barged in regardless, his life might not have been saved.

"It seems that we need to find someone to explore the way again." Hu Zhentai said quietly next to him.

As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings fell silent, and no one answered. Looking for someone to explore the road is a matter of death. Du Chengjin lost an arm because of exploring the road. Later, he and Pi Yingxiong also lost their lives because they were too reckless.

Hu Zhensong looked at Master Kongji and Xuanzhu, and then gave up. Master Kongji had just broken an arm and was still seriously ill, so he couldn't be pushed into a hurry. Then he looked at Pi Youfeng, and then secretly Shaking his head, Pi Yingxiong was dead. She was a little girl who was still in grief. She probably couldn't do anything if she didn't care about her body.

When Hu Zhensong glanced at Old Taoist Songhe, before he could speak, Old Taoist Songhe quickly waved his hands and said: "Yesterday, my disciple Qingyang contributed to the hall. We can't let us take the lead in everything. It’s someone else’s turn this time, right?”

Old Taoist Songhe was unwilling, but Hu Zhensong couldn't force him, so he had to look at the last Qian Banxian and said: "I heard that your Feng Shui master is good at arithmetic, formations, directions, etc. Although this fog is strange, , but it’s consistent with your business, so there shouldn’t be much danger, so I’ll leave it to you to explore the way into the fog.”

Qian Banxian looked aggrieved and said: "Master Tiger Gang, I also contributed to the hall last time, and I was the one who found the mouse hole."

"What? You don't want to? Still think my brother's words are useless?" Hu Zhentai said angrily.

Hearing Hu Zhentai's vicious words, Qian Banxian shivered in fright. Although he had countless reasons to argue in his mind, facing Hu Zhentai who was staring at him with eager eyes, he did not dare to say any of them and could only fight them off. He swallowed it with his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll go, but I have a few conditions that you need to agree to."

"You still dare to negotiate terms?" Hu Zhentai was angry.

Hu Zhensong raised his hand to stop Hu Zhentai and said to Qian Banxian, "What are the conditions?"

It's not that Hu Zhensong is easy to talk to, but that he thinks in the longer term. Qian Banxian's life or death is nothing, but even if he is asked to die, his death must be worthwhile. If nothing else, he must at least explore this fog. after all. Otherwise, not only Qian Banxian's life will be wasted, but everyone will still be helpless about this fog. Who else can be sent to explore the way in the future?

Qian Banxian said: "The leader of the Tiger Gang also said just now that when entering this fog, one is afraid of being poisoned and the other is afraid of getting lost. You can test whether there is poison on the side, but if you get lost in it, you will not be able to come back. If I don’t come back, won’t everyone still know nothing?”

This is a problem. If Qian Banxian leaves and never comes back, it will be like losing a person in vain. Hu Zhensong crossed his arms and thought for a long time, but he couldn't think of a good way. The others were also at a loss, what should they do? Can't we just give up?

Everyone was deep in thought, and Qingyang suddenly spoke again: "I have a stupid way, I don't know if it will work."

When he heard Qingyang speaking, Hu Zhensong's eyes suddenly lit up. This little Taoist priest was smart. Since entering the secret land, Qingyang had found solutions to problems several times. Unexpectedly, it was him who spoke this time. Hu Zhensong Zhensong said anxiously: "What can we do? Say it quickly!"

"Aren't you worried about getting lost? Let's get a very long rope, fix one end here, and let him hold the other end. Naturally, everyone will be happy if we can get out of the fog smoothly. If we get lost in it, we can just walk back along the rope. That’s okay.” Qingyang said.

As soon as Qingyang said this, Hu Zhentai immediately slapped his thigh and said: "This is a good method. With a rope holding it, no matter how severe the fog inside is, you can safely withdraw."

Qian Banxian's eyes also lit up and he said: "Yes, with this rope, we can not only pass through the fog, but also follow the rope back from the original route."

Such a difficult problem was easily solved by the little Taoist priest Qingyang with just one sentence. Hu Zhensong looked at Master Songhe with a smile and said: "You are such a good disciple for being able to think of such a wonderful method, Master Songhe. You’ve found a treasure.”

Old Taoist Songhe straightened the wrinkles on his face happily, stroking his beard and said: "Of course it's not bad, you don't even want to see who taught it."

Thanks to fellow Taoist ijgoiu for the reward!