Lu Yang came to the stall selling sesame cakes again.

The one who sells sesame cakes is a senior sister who has noodle noodles, wakes up, kneaded noodles, and fell to form. She is so skilled that she has practiced for a long time.

The senior sister pulled the dough into small balls after small, hands, wrists, arms, torso... and used all her body to knead the dough into a cake shape.

The movements are in line with some truth. This seems to be not just a simple kneading of dough, but also a way to exercise coordination.

The senior sister placed the dough cake on the forging table, and hit the big hammer with a bang, making a loud bang, sparks splashed everywhere, falling on the ground and burning small holes.

The cake is quenched, and the cold water boils instantly, and bubbling, and soon a sesame cake is ready.

Lu Yang felt that he had a great eye-opener. Bailian Peak really had an idea, combining food and refining tools seamlessly.

"Come on Zhang Shaobing."

The things in the cafeteria are really cheap. Lu Yang saw many good things that were lit up here. If it weren't for the limited contribution points, I really wanted to buy them all.

...

The next morning, Lu Yang met with the two at the gate of Wendaozong as agreed.

"I'm waiting for you." Meng Jingzhou waved his hand when he saw Lu Yang. A carriage was parked behind him. It was the one that he had taken them to ask the Dao Sect. The old horse was still the same old horse.

The only difference is that the third person changed from senior sister Yunzhi to Mangu.

Mangu studied hard and was also studying while waiting for others. His wide Confucian robe wrapped around his muscles, and he looked like a tall Confucian scholar.

"Don't you need to take a flying boat?" Lu Yang was ready to take a flying boat. Although it was convenient for him to shrink the ground, it was not as fast as the flying boat.

He temporarily gave up learning to shrink the ground and focus on shrinking the ground and forming the ground.

Meng Jingzhou patted the carriage and said proudly: "My carriage is a treasure, and it contains space formations. We sat inside and felt that the carriage was walking slowly, but in fact, it seemed as fast as a flying boat to outsiders."

Thinking about it, the Meng family is far away in the Imperial City, and Meng Jingzhou relied on a carriage to go from the Meng family to the Wendao Sect. It was impossible for Lao Ma to come step by step. If you walk like that for a year, you will not be able to walk.

The carriage used the formation on the way to Wendao Sect. It was almost time to fly up and approach Wendao Sect before closing the formation and slowing down the speed to express its respect for Wendao Sect.

What Lu Yang saw before was the slowing carriage.

The three of them got on the carriage, and the interior of the carriage was still as big as ever. Only today did Lu Yang understand how valuable this carriage is.

"Speaking of this, where are we going? What is the mission?"

"Hey, it turns out that I haven't told you? We are going to a place called Qinghuai County. Let Brother Mangu tell you specifically, after all, it is the task he found."

Man Gu put a bookmark at the crack of the book, closed the book, and said slowly.

"This incident was something I heard from the passengers of the flying boat when I was out for a mission. He was a leader of a businessman who knew many things that ordinary people did not know. He told me a story that was circulated among their businessman, which was of certain credibility."

"In the middle of Qinghuai County and Yanjiang County, there is a large mountain with continuous ups and downs. If a businessman wants to cross this mountain, he must be led by local hunters."

"A terrifying existence appeared in the forest, forcing the hunters to leave the forest where they depend for survival..."

...

As night falls, the branches of trees growing randomly block the moonlight, the thunder sounds, the heavy rain pours, and the ground is eroded with mud, making people have nowhere to put them in.

Seven or eight people tied ropes around their waists to prevent anyone from slipping, slipping down from the mountain, and accidentally losing them.

There was a raucous sound of rain around. Even if someone fell and shouted, he would probably hear the noise.

They were wearing straw raincoats, leaning on hiking poles, and carrying baskets. They took every step carefully, for fear of stepping on deep pits.

The cold and biting raindrops made them unkempt. Looking up, the dense rain curtain blocked their sight and could only follow the old hunter in front.

"Be careful, the mountain roads are very slippery when it rains!"

"Don't stop if you are tired. Work harder. It's almost time to stop now, but it's harder to get on the road!"

"I, I really can't... save me! I fell down!"

Someone slipped under his feet and had nowhere to rely on his strength, so he slid towards the cliffs on the side of the mountain road.

The merchants noticed the power coming from the end of the rope, realized that someone was behind, and stopped immediately, and rushed to pull people in a hurry.

"A Yue, please tighten the rope and let's work together!"

"I'm out of energy." A Yue was suspended on the cliff, with a thick hemp rope tied around his waist so that he would not fall.

He is tired and hungry now, and he can't use any force, so it's hard to climb up the rope.

The old hunter is experienced and calmly commands everyone while pulling people.

"You guys hug the big tree, don't let us seven slide down too!"

"The rest of them wrapped the rope around their wrists, and I shouted one, two, three, and we all pulled it hard together!"

"One, two, three, pull!"

"One, two, three, pull!"

After all the efforts, everyone finally pulled A Yue up. Everyone was so tired that they couldn't even stand steadily.

The old hunter did not relax and nervously checked A Yue's physical condition: "A Yue, how did you slide down? Do you feel someone pushing you?"

A Yue shook his head blankly, not understanding why the old hunter asked this. Of course, he slipped down by himself. Could anyone still harm him?

"Lao Sun, what do you mean?" Qi Wu asked. He was the leader of the Shangshang and vaguely noticed the problem from the old hunters' problems.

The old hunter shook his head and pointed to the broken temple in front of him: "Hurry up first, wait until you reach the mountain temple."

The heavy rain was pouring, not a matter of the situation. Qi Wu nodded and said a few words of encouragement to let everyone go to the mountain temple to shelter from the rain.

Everyone arrived at the mountain temple, ignored their image, took off their straw raincoat, sat on the ground, gasped, and then quickly checked whether the things in the backpack had been damaged. If they were damaged, they would go for nothing and lose all their money.

"It's good, but fortunately, I'm going to wrap it in advance with a tarp. Brother Qi is the foresight."

The mountain god temple is not very good, it is better because it is spacious. Three old and dusty statues of mountain gods are located in the center, surrounded by soil and feces. The tablets with the name of the mountain god are missing. The tributes were eaten by wild animals a long time ago. Both doors flew away, the windows were damaged, and the cold wind was whistling in.

Everyone didn't care much. For them, it was a good place to shelter from the rain.

Qi Wu took out some goods from his backpack as tribute and paid tribute to the three mountain gods, thanking him for lending the mountain god temple to them to shelter from the rain.

The three mountain gods are clay sculptures, and their skills are not superb, but the difference can also be seen. The mountain god in the middle holds a gentleman's sword and has a righteous face. The mountain gods on both sides are literary and military. One is wearing a Confucian robe and holds a book. In the literary position, the other is purely yang and righteous, in the martial position, with clear hierarchy and orderly.

"The God of Mountain Blessings us to have a safe journey."
Chapter completed!