Cheng Chubi quickly found a suitable place to camp. After all, Master Jiacuo, who still insisted on worshiping the holy mountain and the holy lake, was no longer suitable for physical exercise.
Tonight is definitely not the right time to continue taking action, so let everyone take a good rest and recuperate before making the next plan.
Following Cheng Chubi's call, a group of Cheng family members began to take action, and began to set up tents on the calm, mirror-like lake.
There is a special team of people who are responsible for patrolling around, checking the surroundings, and getting some fuel back.
Deng Chengxin and others quietly walked along the way they came, and when they came to the corner, Deng Chengxin motioned to the others to stay behind.
He was as nimble as a monkey, climbing up the slope to the side, and then quietly stuck out his head, already holding a pair of telescopes in his hands.
At this moment, there seemed to be no unnecessary movement among the garrison at the pass. Some were lazily entering and leaving the camp, while others were spitting and gesticulating beside the fire, and touching their foreheads with their hands from time to time.
Maybe it was to show off the powerful blessing that Master Gyatso gave him, making him feel the heavy blessing.
Deng Chengxin just stared at it until the twilight became darker and darker, and even after the last trace of the afterglow was wiped out, he stayed still for Yue Zhuxiang's time.
After rubbing his numb hands and feet, he slowly descended to the bottom of the slope, and then joined the four members of the special operations team, hunched over and hunched over.
With light steps, he slowly circled the valley and walked about fifty or sixty steps towards the garrison at the pass before quietly stopping.
Cheng Fa gritted his teeth and lay on the ground where there was still some snow. Using a small shovel, he carefully started digging as slowly as possible...
After a long time, the first hole was dug to a sufficient depth, and then the Cheng family members on the side quickly handed over a thick oblate object.
He carefully placed it inside, then covered it with soil, and then carefully tied a line to the target location.
On the side, Cheng Da was also doing the same work, and Deng Chengxin, who had both ears and eyesight, was still responsible for detecting the enemy's situation, paying close attention to every move of Xiangxiong's soldiers in the direction of the pass.
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After worshiping the holy mountain and the holy lake, Rondo let out a long breath of relief, slowly lifted his posture and climbed up, patted his numb limbs, and looked around.
Only then did I notice that the group of pseudo-religious people had quickly set up their tents and had lit a fire there. The smell of food was coming along with the gentle breeze, making people excited.
The junior brothers around him also swallowed their saliva and stood up. At this time, Rondo noticed that next to him, a human body still maintaining the five-body posture was actually motionless.
"Master, Master?!" Rondo's eyes suddenly widened and he quickly fell to the ground.
"Help me up, I really, really can't move..."
Master Jiacuo, whose hands were like waste and couldn't exert any force at all, turned his face sideways and hummed feebly.
"..."
By the time they carried Master Jiacuo to the camp on the shore of the lake, Master Jiacuo, who was dying of exhaustion, had already fallen asleep and was snoring like thunder.
Everyone couldn't bear to wake him up, so they simply packed him into one of the tents, and then ate happily with Cheng's family.
In the early morning of the next day, Master Jiacuo woke up from hunger. His hands looked like they were crippled. After being fed by his disciples, Master Jiacuo finally regained some energy.
Cheng Chubi took a nap and got into the tent here. When he saw Master Jiacuo's hands hanging limply on both sides of his body, he couldn't help but frown.
"I'm telling you, Master, you can't do this. If you don't move for a long time, it's easy for blood flow to be blocked, leading to muscle atrophy in both upper limbs."
Facing Cheng Chubi's complaints, Master Jiacuo smiled weakly and glanced at his two soft cotton hands.
"To be honest with His Holiness Cheng, I really cannot lift these hands of this poor monk. Whenever I lift them, they become sore, swollen and painful."
"It's okay, let me give you a massage. After all, you have made such a great contribution to our team. I can't let your arms stay like this these days."
As he spoke, Cheng Chubi rolled up his sleeves, revealing two thick arms, and then grabbed Master Jiacuo's right hand and pulled it.
A scream that seemed to be about to pierce Yunxiao frightened those who were lazy and still snoozing into jumping up and down.
Rondo looked at the master whose expression was extremely distorted, and saw Fawang Cheng, who looked unhappy and shouted with a pulled face.
"What's it called? I didn't do anything immoral to you. I just wanted you to get better soon. Do you understand?"
"It hurts, it hurts, this hurts too much..." Jiacuo, who was already crying, wanted to withdraw his hand, but he couldn't match the strange power of King Cheng.
Then he pushed hard along his forearm muscles. This time, Master Jiacuo, who finally had time to react, didn't even care about the soreness and pain in his other arm and quickly covered his mouth.
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Cheng Chubi took turns massaging Master Jiacuo's brachioradialis, flexor and extensor muscles there.
On the one hand, he did not forget to explain his therapeutic ideals and techniques to the master Jiacuo.
"Master Rondo, what are you doing standing there in a daze? Hurry up and get your master a towel to put on him, so that he won't bite his own tongue in too much pain."
"Look, you were tired of these two arms for a long time yesterday and also exercised too much. Maybe the muscle group was not only tired, but also strained."
"I'm doing this for your own good. Do you know there's a medical proverb? It's like there's no pain when there's pain, there's no pain when there's pain..."
A towel was brought to the side and Master, who was already sweating profusely in pain, put it in his mouth.
Watching Fawang Cheng massaging his master, the muscles that were pressed deeply were making his scalp explode.
You are a normal person, it will hurt if you press it like this, right?
"What's going on? What the hell is going on in that camp of Master Gyatso? He was screaming there first."
"Right now, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, that sounds weird."
"Don't talk nonsense, it is our third young master who has entered, and he is the husband of the beautiful Princess Jinyang.
How can you be interested in a fat, fat, rough man?"
"You guys are messing up the account. If you dare to continue to behave like this, believe it or not, I will kick you all into the lake. The third young master is healing Master Jiacuo, okay?"
"Yes, yes, I know I was wrong, Uncle Jie, don't be upset, don't be upset..."
In the big tent, Cheng Sanlang, who had both ears and eyesight, naturally heard the exchanges outside. His face turned livid with anger, and he felt evil in his heart. He accidentally exerted a little more force on his hands.
Click!
"ah!!!"
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