Is it the same with other big brothers?

Mingzhu felt that he might have dug the ancestral grave of this kid who fell from the sky in his previous life, otherwise why would this kid not jump early or late, and single-handedly jumped down when he was squatting on the iron rod to rest, so as not to die and smash him is on.

If it wasn't for the fact that he had another stick, he would have been thrown down the cliff by this boy for three years of hard work.

Mingzhu climbed up step by step with Ye Weiai on his back, chattering endlessly: "Tell me about you, you have a great time and don't enjoy it, what do you do to jump off the cliff, do you know what's under the cliff? What the hell? Like you, you are so thin and tender that you can't even drop a meal, you bastard—hey, are you listening to me?"

Ye Weiai tightly hugged Mingzhu's neck, with her legs clamped around his waist, lest he would throw herself down, she nodded timidly when she heard this: "Senior... I, I'm listening."

Ming Zhu said "Oh" and continued to babble: "Let me tell you, since people can live, they should thank God for the gift, don't just die if you say die, jump off the cliff if you say jump off the cliff. "

Ye Weiai nodded again, thinking to himself that I didn't intend to take the initiative to seek death, it's just that I didn't sit still, but I can't say this casually, otherwise this person might become angry and throw him down directly.

"But if you really don't have any nostalgia for this world, you can do it by jumping off a cliff," Mingzhu continued to persuade earnestly, "It's just that when you jump off a cliff, you can feel a little... I mean, even if it's only a little bit, find a good one." Is it possible to die a little bit? You can die by yourself, yes, but don’t bring others to die with you, my chest is still hurting from you hitting me, tell me about you... oh..."

He sighed and concluded, "Unlucky bastard."

Ye Weiai: "..."

Mingzhu was chattering endlessly, but he still climbed up the smooth stone wall very skillfully in his hands, probably carrying a burden, his speed became slower and slower, and it took more than two hours before he lifted the iron rod Inserted in a gap, squatting on it with Ye Weiai, intending to rest for a while.

The cold wind from the bottom of the cliff howled up from below, blowing their thin bodies to the point of collapse, Ye Weiai was a little uncomfortable with the ominous breath in the wind that seemed to come from the underworld, she tilted her head and rubbed her nose.

Seeing this, Mingzhu sneered: "Now you feel unwell? Every gust of wind from the bottom of the cliff will take about a month to blow to the top of the cliff, and the unpleasant smell has long been diluted. You will know what the real purgatory is when you get off the bottom of this cliff."

Ye Weiai was afraid and curious about the person who saved her, and when she heard that his tone was no longer as angry as before, she mustered up her courage and said cautiously: "Senior, what does the bottom of the cliff look like?"

The Sun-Blanking Cliff is legendary by the world. Some people say that it is a bottomless cliff. Once it falls down to death, it will fall desperately, endlessly;

There are all kinds of rumors in the world, but no one can really tell the reason, because no one who fell off the cliff of the sun has survived for thousands of years.

Mingzhu thought about it carefully after hearing the words, then tilted his head and said: "It's nothing special, it's just a sea of ​​blood, the smell is really unpleasant, tsk, I must take a bath with ten buckets of water after I go up."

Probably the thought of "after going up" ignited this person's fighting spirit again, he threw Ye Weiai behind his back again, took out the iron rod, and climbed up with hands and feet again.

Seeing how hard he was climbing, Ye Weiai whispered, "Is senior a cultivator?"

Mingzhu was busy climbing up, but there was no answer.

Ye Weiai said again: "Since you are a practitioner, why don't you use spiritual power or the teleportation array to go up directly?"

Mingzhu was stunned for a moment, before he said seriously: "My brain is not just for decoration, if I can go up so easily, would it still take three years of hard work?"

Ye Weiai immediately lowered her head shyly, thinking that she should be the one who was stupid.

However, Ming Zhu scolded him, and asked again: "By the way, what is a teleportation array?"

Ye Weiai: "..."

Ye Weiai was stunned for a long time before explaining the use of the teleportation array to this senior who was just a display with an indescribable expression.

The teleportation formation is a formation developed by Gui Ning, the head teacher of Rizhao Mountain more than ten years ago. Although the formation is complicated, it is more convenient and easy to use. As long as you draw the correct formation and put spiritual power in the eyes of the formation, you can be in a certain place. Go to places you have been to before.

Ming Zhu was stunned for a while, and after understanding it, he asked: "Do you know this kind of formation?"

Ye Weiai immediately said: "I... my brother once gave me the drawing method of the formation, but my cultivation level is low, so I'm afraid it won't take too long to transfer it."

Hearing this, Mingzhu immediately inserted the iron rod into the gap between the stones, pulled Ye Weiai to face the stone wall, and said, "Then why don't you try painting?"

Ye Weiai: "But this rock is too hard, I can't..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mingzhu opened his sleeves, his fingernails slipped on his wrist, blood gushed out immediately, and he wailed, "Hurry up, hurry up, it should be easier to paint with blood! Hurry up!" , it hurts me to death."

Ye Weiai: "..."

Mingzhu was shaking all over, but after a few drops of blood flowing like he stabbed him, he kept calling in his mouth: "Quick, ah ah ah ah ah, pain!"

Ye Weiai: "..."

Ye Weiai frantically stained his fingers with blood, and scribbled on the cliff wall tremblingly. The method of drawing the teleportation array is very complicated, and Ye Weiai has never drawn it a few times. It took a long time to draw a crooked array. I don't know if it's correct or not.

Mingzhu covered his hands, squinted his eyes and looked carefully for a long time before saying: "This formation... Well, it's quite stylish."

Ye Weiai blushed, embarrassedly erased the few strokes that framed the frame, then grabbed Ming Zhu's wrist, and whispered: "Senior, hold me tight."

When Ming Zhu heard the words, he immediately wrapped his hands and feet around Ye Weiai's body. The salty, wet and unpleasant smell of blood almost stunned Ye Weiai, but facing the savior, Ye Weiai didn't have any resistance at all, and let Ming Zhu hug Looking at himself, he pressed his hands on the small formation, and whispered: "Formation, get up!"

The formation drawn with blood flashed red, and the figures of the two were like ink droplets dripping into the water, slightly distorted into a black line in the air, and were swallowed into the formation bit by bit.

At the next moment, two figures suddenly appeared in the sky above the Mohe River beside the Bisun Cliff, only two screams were heard, and the rushing water surface was hit with a "plop", instantly engulfing the two people.

A moment later, Ye Weiai dragged Mingzhu to the shore panting, fell to the ground exhausted, and didn't get up for a long time.

Mingzhu coughed and said intermittently: "You...you almost killed me...cough cough..."

Ye Weiai took a few breaths, water dripped down his hair, he said weakly: "Senior...you can't swim?"

Mingzhu gestured to him and explained: "I was a young master who didn't touch the spring water with five fingers. Even if I was walking on the road, someone would sprinkle flower petals on me. There is no need to learn these things."

Ye Weiai: "..."

At this time, the sky was already bright, and because it was not in the area of ​​the sun-blocking cliff, the mist was scattered by the rising sunlight, and the green water was surrounded by rustling trees, and the warm light was reflected on the rushing river surface. firefly.

Ye Weiai straightened her body, against the sunlight, she could see clearly what the senior who saved her life looked like.

The savior wore a black robe that hung tatteredly on his body, making him look extremely uninhibited, but his figure was tall and graceful, but his face was covered in mud, which completely blocked his face.

He looked at it carefully for a moment, turned his head to one side complicatedly, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Mingzhu got up from the ground, not caring about Ye Weiai's complex expression at all, squinting his eyes to see the rising red sun not far away, water drops dripped along the broken hair on his forehead and along his cheeks Falling into the hair on the sideburns, Ye Weiai felt in a daze that he seemed to be crying.

Although the bright candle looks very rough, the eyes exposed outside are unexpectedly beautiful, and the broken light is reflected in his eyes, like speckled starlight, scorching and dazzling.

"Fifty years." Mingzhu looked at the red sun and murmured.

Ye Weiai didn't hear clearly, so she moved closer: "What did senior say?"

Ming Zhu blinked at him and said: "I said, I saved your life, how do you plan to repay me?"

He wiped the water off his face, and looked Ye Weiai up and down, as if he was estimating the price of an item: "Seeing that you are dressed in extraordinary clothes, and you are so delicate and tender, you can't bear it, I'm afraid The young master of any family must be rewarded a lot."

Ye Weiai's temperament is relatively soft, and because this person saved her, she didn't think there was anything wrong with his words, so she nodded and said without a word: "My elder brother is the owner of Changye Mountain Villa, senior saved me. , brother will definitely reward the benefactor well."

Ming Zhu got up from the ground, shook his wet sleeves, and wiped the water stains off Ye Weiai's face. He stared at him for a long while with complicated eyes, then stretched, saying: " There is no need for a reward, as long as you send me back to Rizhao Mountain—by ​​the way, how far is it from Rizhao?"

Ye Weiai tilted her head slightly and thought about it, and was about to answer him, but for some reason, her pupils suddenly shrank slightly, and then her whole body froze in place as if being manipulated by something.

Mingzhu was still waiting for his answer, but when he tilted his head, he saw Ye Weiai fell to the ground expressionlessly, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Mingzhu narrowed his eyes, stepped forward and pressed Ye Weiai's wrist, and probed slightly, but suddenly found that this person turned out to be the pulse of a dead person.

Ye Weiai's childish face didn't show much expression, her pupils turned into the pupils of a dead person at some point, and she was staring at the bright candle without blinking.

Ming Zhu has been at the bottom of Biri Cliff for 50 years, and he has seen countless weird things, he is not surprised by this piercing sight, but he pushed Ye Weiai's shoulder with great interest, and said: "Hey! Hey hey! Kid, wake up, don't die."

Ye Weiai stared at him intently, although she was conscious, she couldn't open her mouth and couldn't answer, she could only secretly thank this stranger who had only known him for a long time.

The concern in Mingzhu's eyes can't deceive anyone, except for his own brother, this is the first time anyone cares about him so much.

Mingzhu said: "If you want to die, you have to tell me how far it is from Rizhao Mountain? Can I walk there for three years? Hey! Die after you finish talking!"

Ye Weiai: "..."