Zheng Qiu was going to discuss with his family about Yunzong. Although his parents were reluctant to leave, they all agreed to him.

When he heard that Zheng Qiu was going to the sect, the shopkeeper specially invited another guest at Zuishan Tower. Before leaving, the shopkeeper also sent a lot of dry food, hoping that he would come back to see him if he had the chance in the future.

The eldest brother took out the money he had accumulated for a long time and asked the blacksmith to give it to Zheng Qiu, so that he could use it to open the way and defend himself.

From the west, Zheng Qiu and his other two walked along the gravel road to the mountains. As they moved away from the town little by little, the road became narrower and the trees became denser. After about an hour, the road reached the end, and only denser shrubs and weeds remained in front.

The master untied the machete tied to his waist and walked to the front to open the road. Zheng Qiu pushed the wheelchair and followed closely behind. After walking forward for a while, the surroundings were covered with green branches and leaves.

Zheng Qiu looked left and right, and he looked the same on all sides. He was a little worried: "Master, where are we going? Will you get lost?"

The master took out a map from his clothes and spread it out carefully to identify it: "According to what the hunter said, there is a stream in this direction. As long as you wander up the stream, you will not be wrong."

Zheng Qiu leaned over to look at the map in his master's hand. On the map, there were some peaks with charcoal strokes, and several arrows were marked on it.

Zheng Qiu found that the direction written on the map was different from what the senior brother of Gan Yun Sect said, and he was a little puzzled: "Master, is this road going to the southwest? But the people from Tiangan Yun Sect said yes, go to the west first and then to the south three mountains."

The master patted his back and explained: "Good disciple, I asked the hunter. If we take a shortcut and walk directly to the southwest, we can save one-third of the time. Oh, don't worry, the hunter has been hunting in this area for half his life, and he has guaranteed that there are no beasts here."

Zheng Qiu relaxed and followed the master for a while. Suddenly, he heard a buzzing sound coming from the front.

"Master, the sound of water is the sound of water!"

The master stopped chopping the bushes and listened carefully with his ears. It was really the sound of water. He raised his machete, quickly opened up the road, and accelerated his pace of progress.

Crack, as the last cluster of shrubs was cut down, a clear stream appeared in front of them. The stream was less than one meter wide and very shallow. You could see the round stones at the bottom of the stream when you lower your head. But the stream water was turbulent, and water splashed on the raised stream stones, playing endless songs.

Yunyou, who had never spoken on the road, suddenly spoke, "Zheng Qiu, Master Zheng, take a break. You have been walking for a whole morning."

The master looked up at the sun. The sky above the stream was not blocked by branches and leaves: "Okay, let's eat something first, rest and then leave."

The master cut down some thatch and shrub branches and leaves and spread them under the trunks. Zheng Qiu went to the stream to get clear water, while Yun You untied the luggage hanging on the wheelchair and took out the scones and broke them into small pieces.

Sitting on the ground, Zheng Qiu stuffed a cake into his mouth, raised his hand to pick off the thin-necked porcelain bottle from his neck, pulled out the grass inside, grabbed the kettle and changed the water to the bottle.

When the master saw this, he asked, "Hey, apprentice, are you still wearing this grass?"

Zheng Qiu pushed the bitten cake into his mouth and replied vaguely: "Well, I'm wearing it, um, this grass has grown up. I'm going to change to a bigger bottle soon."

The master smiled and said, "I don't know what this thing will be useful when it grows."

After eating, the three of them packed their luggage and continued on the way. The road beside the stream is sparse and there are not many weeds, so the speed of traveling is faster than in the forest. However, there are many small stones by the stream, and the wheelchair is pushed through it from above.

This made Yunyou feel bitter. She grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair with both hands, supported her body, and tried her best to reduce the vibration from the bottom of the wheelchair. The master took out a square cloth from her luggage and covered it with thatch and placed it on the wheelchair seat, which made Yunyou feel better.

The sky began to darken, and the ground under my feet was rising little by little, and it was now uphill. The stream I found at noon became narrower and narrower, and finally became a spring in the cracks of the rocks. Although the hunters had promised that there were no beasts here, just in case, the master decided to go to the top of the mountain and spend the night in the upper wind.

However, it is not easy to climb a wheelchair. Zheng Qiu leaned on the back of the chair, his feet kept pushing back, and his mouth was panting. The master carried all his luggage over and reduced the weight to Zheng Qiu as much as possible. Yun You rolled up his sleeves, and his two slender arms tried to push the wheels. Some of them could share.

You can't stop climbing a wheelchair and you must go up in one breath. If Zheng Qiusong's hand is done, the wheelchair will slide back to the bottom of the mountain.

After struggling for more than half an hour, the ground was no longer visible in front of him, and the three of them finally climbed to the top of the mountain.

Zheng Qiu found a flat place, leaned his wheelchair to the edge of the tree, and lay down on the ground with his hands and feet. He gasped for a while, turned his head to look at the side, and found that the master piled his luggage on the ground, leaning against the trunk of the tree and sticking out his tongue.

"Master, hahu...we want to, hahu, hahu...and make fire. Hahu...it's dark."

The master nodded, opened his mouth but couldn't speak, and was just breathing.

After a long time, Zheng Qiu recovered some strength and found Chaihuo to make a fire with his master.

After grabbing the kettle, he straightened his neck and poured it into two mouthfuls. Zheng Qiu wiped his mouth and said, "Master, this is not OK. It's too tiring to walk over the mountains. Is there a flat road?"

The master took out the map again and approached the fire to study.

"The road on the flat ground..." The master's fingers were zipping back and forth on the map, "It's okay to go around from below, but this road is a long way to go. Hunters have never mentioned it in some places, and I don't know if it's safe."

Zheng Qiu swallowed: "Forget it, forget it, I don't want to be eaten by wild animals, so I'd better cross the mountains." After that, he ran to the side of the luggage pile, took out the food, and took it to the fire to heat it.

"Sister Yunyou, the cake is hot, this is yours!" Zheng Qiu walked to the wheelchair and handed the scones over. Yunyou lowered her head, as if she was thinking about her worries. She only realized when Zheng Qiu handed the cake to her.

"Thank you." Yunyou said in a low voice, took the cake with both hands, and then quickly pulled it back.

Zheng Qiu was stunned. As soon as the firelight was reflected, he vaguely saw a hole in Yunyou's right hand.

"Sister Yunyou, your hand?"

"What hand, Zheng Qiu, go and eat quickly, don't be hungry."

Zheng Qiu felt something was wrong, Yunyou shrank his hand into his sleeve, his eyes drifting, and he kept avoiding him. Zheng Qiu did not leave. He pursed his lips and thought for a while, and suddenly grabbed Yunyou's right hand. Yunyou couldn't react in time, and was caught by Zheng Qiu before his hand could be pulled back.

Zheng Qiu found Yunyou clenched his fists tightly and advised: "Sister Yunyou, are you really injured? Don't do this. If you hurt you, you will say, why should you hide it from us?"

Yunyou still refused to spread her fist: "Zheng Qiu, let go of your hand, what do you look like!"

Zheng Qiu pouted, and broke Yunyou's fist without saying a word.

"Zheng Qiu! Let go! Zheng..."

There was a deep hole in the middle of his palm, and it kept leaking out red. Zheng Qiu was so angry that he stepped on the ground twice: "Sister Yunyou, how could you do this? You were injured, you didn't even mention a single word!"

"Zheng Qiu, I..."

"Hmph, do you think I can't take you to Ganyun Sect? Do you think I can't take care of you? Do you look down on me Zheng Qiu?"

"Zheng Qiu, I, I don't...I'm sorry..."

Seeing that Yunyou admitted her mistake, Zheng Qiu stuck out his tongue and made a face: "Put your hands, I'll get the cloth to bandage you."
Chapter completed!