Alternative Jianghu Adventures

Cheng Zhe was startled at first, but calmed down quickly.

Touching its bone shape, it should be a man's arm.

The light source was cut off, even if Cheng Zhe wanted to see the face clearly, it was useless.He rubbed along the fabric for a long time to find the man's face, checked his breath, and found that the man was just unconscious but not dead.

It seems that this person came not long ago.

Cheng Zhe came all the way here by boat, so he didn't associate him with the crew of the two ships that were shipwrecked.

Fishermen?

He frowned, and didn't smell the fishy smell from the man who had been living on the boat for many years.Although the material of the clothes can't be called silk and satin, it can be regarded as neat and tidy, without the slightest sense of raggedness.

It seems that they are both fallen in the end of the world.

Cheng Zhe thought to himself: I just don't know why this person appeared in this tunnel.It would make sense if he was washed to this small island unintentionally like Shi Yusheng.Eighty percent of them also accidentally touched the mechanism, and then fell into a coma halfway.

Cheng Zhe listed all the possibilities in his mind.I feel that even if I can really get out of this tunnel without the first day of junior high school by my side, I probably won't live long.He thought that although the person he picked up on the way didn't know kung fu, he had all hands and feet. If he could drag him out, he might be able to get a bodyguard.

His abacus was tinkling, and Cheng Zhe made up his mind to drag him out no matter what he said.

So Cheng Zhe struggled to carry the man on his back. The adult man's body was unbelievably heavy, and he was unconscious and unfixed, which made Cheng Zhe worry about not rolling off his back all the time.

After crawling like this for another half an hour, Cheng Zhe's rough fingertips suddenly touched a piece of damp and shady land again—to the point where his hands, which were slightly heated by the rubbing of the gravel, were so uncomfortable.

The sound of "tick-tock" water droplets almost flowed into his ears along the cold and damp water stains.

Cheng Zhe's eyes lit up, and he climbed up a few more steps dubiously—now there were puddles forming small puddles, soaking his clothes that had been drying all night again.

There is water in the corridor, which seems to have living eyes.

Cheng Zhe thought in his heart: The way out is not far away.

He didn't think about it, he just felt that the weight of the "dead man" on his back hurt his shoulders.It doesn't matter whether it's dirty or not, it doesn't matter whether it's poisonous or not, and it doesn't have the morality of "saving people to the end and sending them to the Buddha to the west" and randomly pours a handful of water into the person's mouth.

"If you want to die or live, just listen to the fate..." Cheng Zhe said brokenly: "If you ask me to carry it on my back, I won't have the strength anymore, big brother, please ask for blessings, if you really survive, don't forget to save your life benefactor……"

Before he made his request, he felt that the person who was placed on the ground again twitched—the surrounding area was so quiet that the cracking sound of the cloth rubbing against the stone steps could be clearly heard.

Even if he couldn't see it, Cheng Zhe felt a sharp cold light hit him.

His body froze, and he yelled at someone who locked his throat just after waking up without saying a word: "Brother, please forgive me!"

However, it was already a step too late.

The sharp blade sliced ​​open his shoulder, and Cheng Zhe let out a muffled snort, only feeling a piercing pain coming from his shoulder blade—it's over, it seems that his left hand will be temporarily disabled!

The man's movements froze suddenly.

"I'm a good person," Cheng Zhe hurriedly added, "a good person who saved you."

He bit the word "save you" very hard, for fear that the man would not hear it, but he secretly slandered in his heart: Why do these big bastards always use the same routine?Hit without saying a word!It was the same in the first day of junior high school. If I hadn't prepared for it, I'm afraid I would have been smashed to pieces by these gangsters.

Speaking of the first day, I didn't know whether this person was dead or alive.

All boys who make employers worry should be deducted.

Cheng Zhe felt tired, and then he heard the man ask in a hoarse voice, "Where is this? Are you from here?"

"..." Cheng Zhe was speechless.

——Coincidentally, he couldn't answer any of the two questions and wanted to answer them exactly.

"Say!" The man was still gripping the dagger that he took out instantly from his arms, and his stern voice made Cheng Zhe wish he could turn back time and give himself a big slap in the face when he was careless and didn't do a proper body search.

Reluctantly comforting the man's emotions, he quickly said, "I don't know, no."

In the end, realizing that the dagger had no intention of returning, he just gritted his teeth: "My surname is Cheng and my name is Zhe! I went to the north to look for relatives, but the weather was not good. I was washed here by the sea due to an unexpected accident. For you... the exit should be right in front, if you listen carefully, you can hear the sound of water."

In one breath, he shook his own history thoroughly.

He said everything that should be said, and cleverly concealed what should not be said.His mouth is so fluent that there are no flaws, if Lan Sang saw it, he would give a thumbs up and praise him, "He's a natural born storyteller!"

The man stared at Cheng Zhe for a long time before he said "hmm" and retracted the dagger.

Crisis lifted.

Cheng Zhe secretly breathed a sigh of relief, with a flattering smile on the corner of his mouth, "It's fate to meet each other, and you haven't asked for leave yet..."

"My surname is Lu." The man only gave a surname, but didn't say anything else.

鲁？

In his mind, Cheng Zhe listed all the people with the surname Lu in the top ranks, but he couldn't find a good man with the surname Lu who used a dagger.But looking at his moves earlier, his kung fu should not be considered low-level.

false surname?Or... is the weapon not in the dagger?

Cheng Zhe was thinking so, when he suddenly heard the man say in a rough voice, "Thank you."

Thank you for saving your life?

Cheng Zhe rolled his eyes—it was too dark to see clearly anyway—does he still want to thank this man for not killing him after listening to him?

"You can reach the exit within half an hour," the man surnamed Lu said in a deep voice, "Be patient a little longer, and I will bandage you when you get out."

Listen to the voice and argue?It looks very powerful.

Unconsciously, he rolled his eyes again, Cheng Zhe agreed with a smile on his face, and hurriedly followed.

Although the initial meeting between the two was not very friendly, it was quite good to have someone to talk to relieve boredom in a silent closed space.

After going back and forth, Cheng Zhe also understood the basic situation of this.

Going south to look for things, the specifics are unknown.The accent seems to be from the capital city. His surname is Lu, and he calls himself Lu San, the youngest in his family, but it doesn't sound like his real name.

"Old Fox!"

Cheng Zhe spit secretly behind Lu San, and just after he finished speaking, he heard the footsteps of the person in front stop.

heard?

Cheng Zhe was a little embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, Lu San reached out his hand and knocked on the stone lying in front of him as if nothing had happened—the stone blocked the steps, making it impossible for people to walk.

"It's hollow." Lu San pondered, "There is water on the rock, and the way out is behind."

"Oh?" Cheng Zhe suddenly became interested, and asked quickly: "There should be a mechanism, can you find it?"

Lu San knocked on the rocks with his backhand several times, and after a while of groping, he couldn't find a way.

"I have a little knowledge of the art of dunjia," Cheng Zhe volunteered, and smiled awkwardly, "My legs are not good, please excuse me, Brother Lu..."

Before he finished speaking, Lu San pinched Cheng Zhe's collar and lifted someone up from the ground with one hand.

"...Thank you."

Although a little embarrassed, Cheng Zhe's hands were not idle at all.

The stones were soaked in icy water and became slippery, even covered with a layer of slippery moss over the years—it felt like the back of a fish, not slippery.

But it's also... too smooth.

Cheng Zhe gradually realized that the stone was not right.

——It stands to reason that no matter how smooth a stone is, there will always be some raised edges and corners.Moreover, the larger the stone, the more raised edges and corners it will have.

But this stone, which is nearly one person tall, is smoother than the pebbles on the river bed!It can be seen that the skill of the stone maker is profound!

Cheng Zhe was terrified, but his hands kept moving.

Suddenly, his fingertips touched a very fine bump on the top of the stone.

Cheng Zhe raised his eyebrows and tried to press it down, but found that the stone was indifferent.

He patiently continued to look for the abnormality, and as expected, he touched a bump of the same size in another place.

array.

The two bumps formed a straight line in his mind, and then he touched the third and fourth...

There are eight pieces in total.

But scattered on the stones without any rules.Like a handful of beans scattered haphazardly in an empty pan.

The stone was too wet and slippery, Cheng Zhe unexpectedly pushed aside a bulge with one wrong hand!

His eyelids twitched—this thing... can move?

Cheng Zhe stretched out his hand to try again, and then found that the direction of the movement was actually a hidden track.It seems that there is an extremely shallow layer of small grooves underneath, allowing the connected raised and movable spaces.

After seven trials and eight trials, Cheng Zhe finally constructed the pattern of the track in his mind.

There are four positive positions in the southeast, northwest and north, with another palace protruding from the middle of each.

Eight raised, eight houses.

Qiankan, Gen Zhenxun, Li Kun, Duixiu, was injured, Du Jing died, and was startled.

It's just slightly different from the ordinary eight trigrams array: the place in the south is engraved with six lines in a very shallow painting - once the normal position of Zhengnan Kun is changed to the dry position.

Anti gossip.

The corners of Cheng Zhe's eyes narrowed unconsciously, and with the pride of winning, he replaced Yin and Yang.

Just a slight click—

The stone slowly, slowly moved away from the eyes.

A faint white light came in through the gap, and the eyes that had been in the dark for a long time narrowed. Before the eyes could fully adapt, Cheng Zhe heard the sound of rushing water, which was deafening.

Immediately, three groups of black shadows seemed to break through the water and came out in front of them.

Cheng Zhe heard the voice of a long-lost acquaintance:

"This aquatic plant is actually alive?!"

The author has something to say:...was caught by a cat that looks like Er Gouzi in Maoca...Suddenly wanted to write a story about a cat-controlling devil who was scratched by a wild cat and died of rabies...