Chapter 14: Flying the Clouds and Flies (Part 2)

Chen Xiazi and Kunlun Mole fell less than a few feet. It happened that there was an ancient pine tree growing across the rock crack on the stone wall. Two bamboo ladders hanging together were blocked by the pine trees. The "centipede hanging mountain ladders" were made of special bamboo tubes, and they were extremely tough. The two of them grabbed one end and were hung in the air. The two bamboo ladders were immediately pulled into a bent bow by the falling gravity. When they were trembling, their bodies fell staggering like a scale. The four legs were swaying out of thin air in the deep stream clouds, trying to step onto the uneven places on the mountain wall to stabilize their bodies, but the mountain wall was full of green moss, and a mark was slipped out of the air. The stone chips and green moss fell one after another, and the situation was extremely dangerous.

Before the two of them could move, Chen Xiaozi's front end of the bamboo ladder could not bear it. A mute sound broke into two pieces. Although the mute was still hanging on the pine tree, Chen Xiaozi fell down again. This time there was no obstacle. Only the whistle could be heard in his ears, and a "buzzing" sound in his mind turned blank in an instant. However, Chen Xiaozi had worked hard for twenty years since he was a child and had practiced a light skill based on the southern waist horse. At this critical moment, those twenty years of hard work finally showed their effect.

As he fell, he saw that the gap between the rock surfaces of the mountain walls on both sides became narrower and narrower. The big crack on "Pinshan" was about to come to the end. Fortunately, he was facing a strange danger and was not confused and lost his mind. He knew very well that if he hesitated at this moment, his head would hit the stone first. He was in mid-air and poured all his strength between his waist and legs, and suddenly hit the "centipede hanging mountain ladder" that was always tightly held in his hand. As the harsh sound of bamboo rubbing against the rocks repeatedly, the "centipede hanging mountain ladder" stuck between the two closed mountain walls with its length and toughness.

Chen was hanging under the bamboo ladder, feeling dizzy, and his hands were cut by the broken bamboo blank. In addition, when he was throwing the "centipede hanging mountain ladder" horizontally, he squashed his arms and almost lost the ring. At this time, it seemed that his arms were already broken from his body. Except for a burst of numbness, he didn't feel any pain at all.

This "centipede hanging mountain ladder" has played more than several times its own effect. It is now the end of his strength. His body hangs for a while, and the ladder must be broken. So he quickly used his last little strength to climb back to the ladder. There was only a small convex rock nearby to gain a foothold. Without thinking, he immediately stood up, spread his arms, and pressed it flat against the cold rock wall, and recited it several times in his heart: "The ancestor appeared."

Chen calmed down for a moment, looked around for a while, thinking where he was now? The upper and lower parts were covered with white mist, and there were steep mountain walls on both sides of the front and back, and the lower parts were far from the bottom. But looking at the trend of the cracks in the stone mountain, it was at least ten feet deep below to reach the end. Because when you were going up and down, you would walk in the mountains to hang the cracks in the rocks and turquoise, which was not necessarily in a straight up and down direction. This time, you had already deviated from the hall in the ancient tomb.

The air at the bottom of the mountain was a bit cold and cold. The stone walls were covered with slippery green moss. According to him, he estimated that it was more than ten feet away from the bottom of the large rock crack. Moreover, the visible distance in the white fog was only more than ten steps. Even if there were night eyes, they could not see the terrain below. When they sniffed the nose, they smelled the burning smell in the ancient tomb. They knew the general direction, which was more than ten feet away. It was estimated that the bottom of this mountain crack was either rocks or narrower. Jumping down was like seeking death by yourself. The most fatal thing was that the "centipede hanging mountain ladder" was almost dispersed and could not be used anymore.

Blind Chen looked up again. There was no light in the deep crack. Moreover, there was no sound here, so he could not shout loudly to notify the mute and others. The people above could not hear the shouting. The only convex rock on the cliff that could accommodate was narrow and steep. It had to be opened and put on the mountain wall to gain a foothold. After standing for a while, his legs and feet were sore, and he thought it was not good. Even if his subordinates came to rescue him, when they climbed here step by step, the cucumber and vegetables would be cold.

Chen Xiaozi knew that now he was in a desperate situation and could maintain this position and stand on the mountain wall for a cup of tea. When his legs were weak, he would have to fall to the bottom. Before he fell to death, he could have two choices. The first was to wait for rescue, but the distance water could not quench his near thirst. He could not rely on his skills to find himself in time. In addition, he could find a place to climb, climb down to the bottom of the big crack, and see if there were roads on both sides to get out of the mountain.

After a little thought, he had already figured out that he had to rely on himself to survive, and the longer the longer the time was, the more unfavorable it was. He endured the soreness and numbness of his waist and legs, looked at the nearby rocks, and wanted to find a foothold so that he could gradually go down to the bottom. However, the fog was too thick, and it was covered in the fog a little further away, but it was just diagonally below the left side, and there was a shadow in the white fog. I carefully identified it, and it looked like a crooked pine tree growing on the mountain wall.

In order to determine whether there was a place to support him, Chen Weizi first picked up a piece of gravel and threw it over. The stone hit the trunk and made a "bang" sound. Then the stone rolled down again. After a long time, the sound of the stone falling to the ground was heard. He calculated the distance again. He hung in the air and could not help. He was not sure that he could jump directly over. But except for the crooked pine tree in the fog, there were almost straight mountain walls around him, and there was no other place to settle down. His hands and feet were getting more and more numb, and he would definitely die if he spent a moment.

Because he maintained a posture for a long time, Chen Xiaozi's legs had already started to tremble. He gritted his teeth and decided to jump to the crooked pine tree with all his eyes, close his eyes and let himself relax as much as possible. He planned to jump out first, step on the "centipede hanging mountain ladder" stuck in the gap, and then jump to the farthest crooked neck ladder. This is the safest, but the premise is that the "centipede hanging mountain ladder" can withstand his pedal.

He didn't allow his physical strength or time to think about it any more. Chen put the word "life and death" aside, took a deep breath, gently supported his hands on the wall, took a step horizontally, and flew to lift his breath and stepped towards the "centipede hanging on the mountain ladder". This time he opened the bow without turning back, and used his life as a throw of the world. The step that determined life and death jumped out in an instant.
Chapter completed!