Chapter 5: Stealing the Grave and Digging the Grave Two

Even if there were two jars of wine on the horse's back, my Dayuan horse was still running at lightning. When I passed through Xiangyang City, I didn't even get off the horse and walked across the city. It's not that I didn't want to get off the horse and stroll around Xiangyang City, but I was a little self-aware. It turned out that I was dressed strangely, like a dart, and now with a big gourd and two jars of wine, people who don't know would definitely think that the person riding on the horse was a super alcoholic. It was also a bit strange that I didn't say it clearly. I originally wanted to find a gourd to fit the snake gallbladder on the top of the head, but I didn't expect

The shopkeeper actually found such a huge gourd for me, which could hold half a jar of fine wine. Every time I touched the wine gourd on my back, I couldn't help but laugh. It seemed that the leader of the Beggar Sect would have such a treasure behind me. When Mr. Hong Qi passed the position of the leader of the Beggar Sect to me, he just handed me the dog-beating stick. As for the wine gourd handed down by the leader of the Beggar Sect in history, he deliberately did not mention it. It can be seen how important this thing to hold wine is to a drunkard. If Mr. Hong Qi saw my treasure, he would probably faint from joy.

After leaving the north gate of Xiangyang City, without walking on the main road, he rode his horse to a remote place, trying to find the legendary deserted valley. He ran for more than twenty miles and became more and more desolate. At first, he could still see some small paths. Later, there were grass growing everywhere and there was no way to go. Such dense grasses would inevitably hide some poisonous snakes and beasts. Although I was not afraid, if the Dayuan horse under me had any length and two shorts, I would really feel sorry for the young master. After all, this good horse is also in charge.

Xu Li spent 30,000 taels of snowflakes to find him from outside the pass. Although he was not as famous as the silly boy's sweat-blooded BMW, he was also considered a descendant of a famous family. In the future, I wanted to walk around the world with a bright clothes and anger, so naturally I couldn't live without it. I took off the sprinkler, tied the horse under a big tree, and let it grow the reins, so I let it eat grass there. I carried the phoenix piano on my back, used my light skills, and searched up and down the nearby barren mountains to see if I could meet the legendary monster carving or Dugu Laoer's sword tomb.

But I don’t know if I was lucky. After searching back and forth for three days, not only did I not see a single bird’s hair, but I didn’t even see the strange snake in the mouth of the waiter. Although I could hunt a lot of wild game every day, eating barbecue for three consecutive days, the birds almost faded out of my mouth.

On the fourth day, I worked hard for half a day to get nothing. I could only sigh that I had no blessings and wanted to turn around and go home, but I felt unwilling to accept it. I could do nothing, so I simply opened a jar of wine and poured most of it beside the fire, thinking that since the legendary monster was also a drunkard, I would like to see if the smell of wine could lead the fool out of the fool.

The shopkeeper I met a few days ago was really kind. Two jars of daughters were really good. They were at least twenty years old. When they were sprinkled on the ground, the smell of wine spread everywhere, and even I felt a little drunk. With such a heavy smell of wine, as long as the nose of the foolish bird is fine, I should be able to smell it. I am afraid that the foolish bird will not drink alcohol yet, and then my final efforts will be wasted.

Sitting under the big tree for a long time, the surroundings were still as quiet as before, and even a beast could not be seen. At this time, I no longer had any hope in my heart, but I just secretly thought about how to fool the old naughty boy when I went back, so I asked him to think about the new kung fu. I felt that the fragrance of the wine nearby had almost dissipated, so I shook my head and stood up. Although I kept comforting myself, I still gained nothing after wasting my many days of hard work, and I couldn't help but feel disappointed.

A roar was to relieve depression in my heart. Because there was no one around, I had no scruples. This long roar was enough to use internal strength, and the sound rolled, breaking through the sky. Before the roar was over, a strange scream came from the mountain peak opposite. The sound was slightly hoarse, but it was more and more desolate and bold, and it was very prosperous. It was harmonious with my roar. I was delighted and looked in the sound. I saw an extremely ugly strange eagle standing on the mountain with its head held high, looking at this side majestic.

The monster eagle roared three times and rushed straight down from the mountain. At first I thought the fool was here to drink, but when I saw that the momentum was wrong, why did I feel that this guy is coming in a fierce manner? I was alert in my heart, slightly retreated, and put down the box with the phoenix zither hidden from behind, staring at the monster eagle's figure.

This monster eagle has a huge body and small wings. Although it cannot fly, it runs almost over the galloping horse. It has arrived in front of me in a blink of an eye. Looking from a distance, this silly bird is ugly, and looking at it close, it is even more unsightly. The feathers on the whole body are sparse, like a scalypse dog, and it is very dirty, with blood stains from unknown animals on it. Fortunately, the mouth is still upright and combined with the hemored sarcoma on the top of the head, it is ugly and it is quite a bit imposing.

This foolish bird did not go as expected. As expected, he rushed to me with bad intentions, and didn't look at the wine jar beside him. He screamed "gurgling", waved his wings, and smashed his head at me. The wind was rushing. At this moment, he estimated that at least a few hundred kilograms of strength. If the foolish bird was hit hard, my head would probably become a broken gourd. Seeing that the foolish bird was coming fiercely, Ling Bo immediately stepped aside, avoided the blow on the head, and punched him hard under the ribs of the fool. I understand now. In this situation, let alone the foolish bird that doesn't understand at all, even if the foolish bird is psychic and can understand human words, it is not an opportunity to speak now. The most urgent thing is to knock down the foolish bird first, otherwise I would be hanging in this wilderness today.

I didn't expect that although this stupid bird was just a flat-haired animal, it had a good reputation for advancing and retreating, and it was quite a bit of a everyone's demeanor. When I saw me waving my fist and fighting back, I immediately croaked and flashed my wings, and waved my wings straight to my waist. I wonder if it was my illusion, but when I heard the silly bird's cry, I felt a little joy in my mind, which made me confused.

After more than two hours of blowing, my legs and feet gradually became sore and weak, and I felt a little weak in internal strength. The purple edge on my butt, which was hit by the wings of the silly bird, made me grin and grin every time I jumped. And this silly bird was not much better. The speed of its wings was greatly reduced, and I even punched it hard several times on my body. The feathers on my back fell a lot, and even my screams became much hoarse.

After fighting for so long, the only thing I am sure of is that I call this guy, this guy is absolutely right, because he doesn't know where to learn it, and he competes with me in fair competition. After fighting for so long, the fool never thought of using his huge beak to peck me. Even if I punched it a few times, he still swung his short wings, and at most it stretched out its thick and short claws to grab me twice, but he couldn't catch me.

I only had two or three chances to fight so hard. I was really tired like a dog. If my opponent was a human, I would never be so tired, because no one would be like a fool, and every move was straightforward and head-on, and no one would have such a strong ability to be beaten. I was so humble that I got a few heavy punches from me and could jump around. The more I beat, I felt more and more depressed, and I felt a little stupid. Why did I have to compete with a fool? It made it difficult to ride a tiger now and consume most of my internal strength.

I think it's meaningless to continue to fight like this. In addition, I'm so dry that I suddenly beat the fool with half a step back with a palm, turned my head and rushed to the wine jar beside me. I picked up the wine jar and poured wine into my mouth. I heard the strong wind from the north. It was obvious that the foolish bird was attacking. Since I had reached this point, I really had no intention of fighting anymore. I immediately had the luck to bet on my own judgment. Since this fool had persisted for more than two hours without mouthing, I would definitely not attack behind my back.

I clenched my teeth and was about to get a hit, but I found that there was a sudden sound behind me. I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, secretly glad that I had made the right judgment. I held the wine jar and turned my head to look. The foolish bird really stood there with its wings and looked at me with its head tilted. After fighting for so long, after drinking the wine, I felt extremely comfortable all over my body. I knew that the fool must be thirsty, so I broke the mouth of the wine jar in my arms and turned it into a clay pot, and placed it in front of the fool.

The foolish bird tilted his head and looked forward, shook his head, slowly stretched out his mouth to whisper the wine in the jar. After he got down, he raved out his mouth and clamored at the jar quickly. When I saw this situation, I secretly scolded myself for the pig's head. This foolish bird probably had never drunk wine, but I used the wine to seduce it. It would be strange if it were successful. If I hadn't been depressed and whistled, and led the fool to fight, maybe I would have really missed the fool this time.

I drank alcohol the next time, and even the foolish bird couldn't hold on. After half a jar of daughters, the foolish bird flapped its wings for a long time, and finally swayed and lay on the ground with a thud. Seeing the silly bird's bear, I was also a little drunk. I tied a rope between the two trees, and turned over and lie on it, shaking it around and falling asleep.

I had a good sleep, and it was already noon after getting up again. Looking at the place where the fool was lying, it was empty. I didn't know where the fool had gone. If it weren't for the lush green on my butt and a few feathers left on the ground, I would have doubts if I had had a fight with the fool in my dream.

Just as I was thinking about how to find the fool bird again, I suddenly found two red balls on the stone not far away. I was delighted, and I jumped over with one step, grabbed the two balls in my hand and looked carefully. The ball was bigger than a pigeon egg, soft to the touch, and there was still bloodstain on it, which should be the gallbladder of the legendary strange snake. But although I knew that this thing was very nourishing, I saw that there were blood on it and smelled a fishy smell, which made me unable to put it in my mouth. I hesitated for a long time and threw the snake gall into the wine gourd. This kind of thing was soaked in good wine first, and then maybe the effect would be better.
Chapter completed!