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Chapter 1945

Chapter 1945

The Immortal Cultivating Family that sits on one side is one of the four major families in the county, and behind it is the Yin Mo Sect, a major sect in the world, as a collaborator.

Chen Yang originally thought that it was normal for the Yu family to make people angry and run rampant like crabs on weekdays.

I never thought that although the Yu family could not be said to do good deeds and accumulate virtue, they still did things according to the rules.

"Being willing to follow the rules when you have the ability to break them is kindness!"

Chen Yang secretly adjusted his preconceived stance.

Just as he was about to continue inquiring, he heard a cry from beneath him.

The words were spoken in local dialect, and Chen Yang didn't understand it at first.

But the surrounding mountain people understood it immediately, shouted in response, and then quickly accelerated their climb without looking back.

Chen Yang could clearly see that some of them were about to be exhausted, so they slowed down their pace and repaired themselves a little, ignoring the sweat on their foreheads, trembling hands and feet, and risking falling at any time.

The risk of falling off a cliff sped up the action.

Whoop, whoop, whoop, no one spoke anymore. After climbing up for dozens of feet, a protruding platform appeared.

The mountaineers stopped chanting while climbing wildly, climbed onto the platform one by one, and let go of the chains on the way up the mountain.

Chen Yang had no intention of being in the limelight and also got out of the way.

His climb was naturally infinitely stronger than that of a mortal who had never practiced. Maintaining the same speed, he still had enough energy to turn his head and look down.

Below, there were two lean mountain people, using poles to lift a girl wearing a gauze hat, as if she was afraid of getting tanned, all the way up the mountain.

Such a lock, using both hands and feet at the same time, is enough to make ordinary people crawl and tremble. If a hand slips or a foot slips, not only may you fall down without any bones, but you may also bring the people below to death.

The degree of danger is that it is easier to climb than rock climbing with bare hands.

In this case, one actually has to use a lifting pole to carry a person up the mountain.

This difficulty is too great.

Chen Yang once saw the mountain people carrying people up and down the mountains in the mountains of Shu, commonly known as Bangbang.

They are doing the same job, but it is much easier and safer than this.

Chen Yang, like all the mountain people, watched as the two men carried a girl, gradually upward, into the clouds, and could no longer be seen.

The mountain people did not rush up the mountain, but sat to catch their breath and chat.

After all, we gave way a while ago and rushed a little too fast, plus no one wanted to follow that team.

"Too dangerous."

"When it falls, there will be a bunch of people."

Chen Yang took advantage of the situation and asked a pockmarked old man with pockmarks on his face: "Old man, what happened just now? How dangerous it was."

The pock-marked old man glanced at Chen Yang, as if he thought he was young and kind-faced. He hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "That is the maid who worships the Lord in the mine."

"This little girl has soft hands and weak feet. She can only serve and worship the adults. How can she walk on this ropeway?"

A short and stocky man next to him interjected: "Uncle Ma, you are too polite to say that."

"What kind of maid is not a maid? What kind of person is soft-handed and weak-footed."

"Isn't she originally a naughty girl from a family at the foot of the mountain? Is it any different?"

"Isn't that just squeamish?"

The pock-marked old man had a straight face and scolded the short and stocky young man in dialect. She was just a maid serving an adult. How about being so delicate?

"If you are able, you can send your daughter-in-law to be a maid, and the old man will carry her up and down the mountain himself."

And so on.

The pock-marked old man's prestige was so high that the stocky young man muttered a few words and did not dare to talk back.


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