If Jiang Baochan had some questions about the horse running to death in Wangshan before, now he had at least fully understood the horse's feelings.

The guy Jian Wuzheng only said that the cave he had lived in was seven or eight miles ahead, but he didn't say that there was a cliff six or seven feet wide and dozens of feet deep between the seven or eight miles.

The suspension bridge built alone on the cliff has been damaged by most of the bridge boards due to disrepair. The dry vine used as ropes have been working hard for too many years, and now they look like they are about to die at any time.

Jian Wuzhen shook the suspension bridge slightly with his hand, and the few remaining bridge boards fell down a lot.

Suddenly, Jian Wuzheng's face turned bitter.

Jiang Baochan gasped and pointed to the cave on the platform opposite the cliff: "That cave you are talking about?"

Jian Wuzheng nodded vigorously.

Jiang Baochan measured about it with his hands. According to the blind man in Zhenhuai Tower, it was only six or seven meters away. With Jian Wuzheng's strength as a rare enemy in the world, it should be no problem to carry someone over. Baochan took a few breaths of heavy breaths, then patted Jian Wuzheng's shoulder: "I don't know how to do light skills, I'll carry me."

Jian Wuzheng shook his head vigorously: "I can't..."

Jiang Baochan was almost choked to death by a mouthful of saliva. He pointed at Jian Wuming's alopecia areata and couldn't speak for a long time.

Jian Wuming is also full of bitterness. Light skills are all for escape, and he has never practiced them much. The master said back then that swordsmen must have the belief of moving forward in order to be invincible. Master is forbidden to practice light skills.

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have had time and effort to build such a suspension bridge back then.

"Then how do we get over?"

Jian Wujian pointed to the vaguely visible path below. It was the steps carved from the cliff when he was practicing sword. It was originally used to go down the mountain to get water. The width was almost as good as the person's back and moving up against the cliff.

Now, this path that was originally going down the mountain to get water has become the only shortcut in front of them.

Jiang Baochan stood by the cliff and took a tentative step. When he looked down, he saw a mist-covered abyss underneath, and his head felt dizzy. If Jian Wuzheng hadn't grabbed him, the jackals, tigers and leopards at the foot of the mountain would have another delicious meal tomorrow.

The little marquis sighed: "Old sword, is there any other way? If you don't have to walk there, I'll wait for you at the bottom of the cliff after walking for about ten steps."

Jian Wuming scratched his hair that was not much on his head, thought hard for a long time, then slapped his thigh: "There is a stone staircase three or four miles behind, leading to a broken temple in the valley. We will spend the night there tonight, and I will take you to the cave where I live tomorrow morning."

"Why did you have to drag me to the cave where you live? Shouldn't we go hunting for treasure?"

"Just go with me."

Jiang Baochan shook his head weakly, followed Jian Wuzheng's butt, and then went to find the stone steps leading to the ruined temple in his mouth.

Decades have passed, and who knows if the dilapidated temple is still there. Even if it is still there, it will probably have become the nest of snakes, insects, tigers and leopards, and the holy place of poisonous flowers and poisonous weeds.

Miss Liu has been really unhappy these days, and God seems to be deliberately fighting her.

Originally, relying on the search skills learned outside the pass, I thought that I could catch up with the wolf pack in just three or two hours. But the group wandered around the mountains for three days, not to mention the wolf pack, even the little wolf cub was not seen.

The wolf that cannot be killed every year now seems to be missing.

The boar that was put into the mountain to lure the wolf was roasted and eaten by a god. Only half of the pig's head was left. He kicked it over and almost scared Miss Liu's soul.

Women, no matter how good your martial arts are, it is normal for these snakes, rats, insects and ants to be afraid of them.

The two martial artists thought the lady was in danger, so they rushed to protect her. It turned out to be a black rat weighing seven or eight pounds. The two mung bean eyes were shining brightly. After running five or six feet away, they still turned around and grinned.

The tall and thin martial artist spat, saying, "There are really mice in the mountains that have become spirits."

The martial arts people who were originally following Miss Liu are now scattered, and no one dares to believe Miss Liu's tracking skills anymore.

The big guys scattered around and pointed at who could try his luck. When they met a pack of wolves, they pulled the arrows distributed by Miss Liu and received the promised ten taels of silver.

"Miss, if we can't find the wolves today, we will have to go out of the mountain." The relatively short and fat martial artist pointed to the sky: "If you don't leave, it will be really difficult to block the mountain when you encounter heavy snow."

Miss Liu, who had not yet fully recovered from the fright, looked full of anger, but after living outside the pass for so many years, she naturally knew that it was a terrible thing to block the mountain when it was snowing heavily in a strange place. She struggled for a long time in her heart and finally gritted her teeth: "I found it in the evening, and there was no news from the wolf pack, so we would gather them all back tomorrow morning."

The two martial artists looked at each other and quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the young lady's temper did not come up. If they were to fight hard in the mountains with the snow, they would have no choice but to tie the young lady out regardless of their superiority.

Miss Liu used a whip to slash into the air.
Chapter completed!