Legend of the Sword Immortal

chapter20

Disappointed, he cried again. He was unwilling to die, and after thinking for a long time, he came up with a stupid idea. He walked to the four walls and used a knife to move the bricks. There happened to be two bricks that could move. He took a lot of effort and just took off the two bricks. He was very happy. He wanted to open the hole to get out, so he hurriedly used the knife to dig. Suddenly, he heard a clanging sound. When he touched it with his hand, he couldn't help but cry out. It turned out that there was a layer of iron plate in the middle of the brick wall. Knowing that it was useless again, he was extremely anxious. He was a little hungry again. When he returned to the original place to get food, he was tripped by the rope under his feet. He immediately got an idea and found a way out. Although he was a weak scholar, at this critical moment of life and death, he didn't care about the hard work. He held a steel knife in his hand and went to the four walls again. From the cracks of the broken bricks, he used the knife to move the bricks. At this time, the thunder and rain outside were getting louder and louder, as if God had pity on him and specially helped him succeed. After all, his strength was limited, and the wall bricks were made very solid. He used all his strength and was out of breath before he could only remove forty or fifty custom-made kiln bricks that were four or five inches thick and more than a foot wide. His pair of tender hands were suddenly cut by the blade in several places. He felt wet and thought it was sweating from excessive exertion. Later, he slowly felt some pain and realized that he was injured and bleeding. He has been loved by his family since he was born. When has he ever experienced such pain? At first, it was fine if he didn't notice it; after he found it, he gradually felt the pain and couldn't stand it. His two feet were sore and numb. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he sat on the brick pile and cried loudly. After crying for a while, his eyes were drowsy.

Just as he was about to lie down, someone seemed to warn him, "Whether you live or die now depends on your own efforts. The responsibility for your parents' cigarettes and the blood feud with your friends is all on you!" He suddenly realized that now was a matter of time, unlike when he was at home and was acting like a spoiled child in front of his parents, where his relatives would comfort him. Not only would no one care if he cried to death here, but every minute that passed would mean a minute less, and in the blink of an eye, his body would be torn apart. Thinking of the tragic death of his peers, he was terrified. He immediately mustered up his courage, stood up, and endured the pain, still trying his best to move the bricks on the wall. This time, with experience, it was easier than the first time. Every time he moved thirty or forty bricks, he placed them in the middle of the stone cave, and piled them up layer by layer like a pagoda. Running back and forth like this, his hands and feet kept working, and after an unknown amount of time, he had actually piled up a brick pile that was seven or eight feet high. He estimated that tonight was the third night and time could not be delayed any longer. He planned to stand on the brick pile so that the rope could reach the round hole on top and stop the work. He drank two sips of water and ate a few steamed buns. The blade of the knife had been curled by him. He tied the other end of the rope to the middle of the knife, steadied his steps, and slowly climbed up along the original steps until he reached the top layer, which was less than two feet in area and could accommodate him. Because it was in the dark, the pile was not very stable, and the bricks were about to fall, which scared him. He knew that if he was not careful, it would collapse and he would not have the energy to pile it again. He had to steady his steps, stand on it, and swing the rope, waiting for lightning, aiming at the hole above his head, throwing it up and hanging it, and then he could climb out. It was a pity that he was concentrating and waiting for the opportunity. He missed the opportunity several times when lightning struck. The knife was tied to the rope, and he swung it more and more round, and his strength became stronger and stronger. His hands and arms were numb, but he dared not stop, fearing that the knife would be triggered back and hurt himself. He had to pay attention to the lightning above, the knife dancing in his hand, and the brick pile collapsing. He really paid attention to the top and ignored the bottom, and was extremely anxious. Suddenly, he felt dizzy and there was a loud bang. The knife and rope flew out of his hand. He was so frightened that he lost his balance and fell off the brick pile. He looked around, but the rope and knife were gone. He spent half a night of hard work, but it was in vain. He had no energy left to continue fighting. He had no other idea except waiting to die. The young man became more and more sad and burst into tears again.

Just when he was at a loss of what to do, suddenly a flash of light passed through the round hole on the top, and it seemed as if he saw a long rope swinging there. He quickly stopped crying and looked carefully. Beautiful lightning flashed one after another. Where the lightning flashed, it was clearly a rope hanging there, swinging in the wind, and it looked very real. It turned out that when he was dancing with the rope just now, it slipped out of his hand and slid to the top. Just when it was hanging on the hole, he thought he flew out of the hole, but who knew that it accidentally helped him. In the dark, people are really happy to suddenly encounter a ray of hope. They immediately become energetic and forget their fatigue. He cheered up, climbed to the brick pile, and pushed it with his hands. Fortunately, the bricks were thick and big. When he slid down, he only slid down four or five of the top ones. The rest were not a problem and were easy to clean up. After a panic, he became more careful. He used his hands and feet to grope around first, and then tried to climb up. He also used his hands to straighten the place where he slipped down. Slowly climbed to the top and stood up majestically. As he was trying to reach up, another lightning flashed by, and he estimated that it was only a few feet away from his head. He calmed down and concentrated, waiting for the second lightning. At this moment, he jumped up and grabbed the rope. Suddenly, there was a crash, and his body fell on the bricks again, which scared him again. He thought that the knife was not hung firmly and slipped down. Fortunately, it only slid one or two feet and was no longer moving. He tried hard and found that it was already hanging on the gap, which was very solid. This time it was just the right size, so there was no need to wait for lightning. It was more important to escape. He forgot the knife wound and pain in his hand, and climbed up with both hands. Although he didn't know martial arts, he was young and light, so he reached the hole in a short time. He used his left elbow to hold the hole, and pulled his body up, and he was already on the top. He was exhausted and couldn't move. The lightning and rain above were getting heavier and heavier, soaking him from head to toe. After resting for a while, he was washed by the cool rain, and his mind was slightly clear. I remembered that although I had left the cave, I was still in the tiger's den and dragon's pool. Time was fleeting. I had to keep trying to escape. The cave ceiling was very high from the ground. If I fell down, my tendons would be broken. I had to use the residual light of lightning to figure out the direction to go.

The east side of the cave ceiling was the way I came the day before, the west side was close to the main hall, and the south side was the courtyard of the temple. The only side was close to the wall, and I thought it was the house next door, so I decided to escape to the north. At this time, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the surroundings were dead and gloomy, without any light. The rain on the branches was flowing down like a waterfall. Yun Cong was unstable several times and slipped several times, almost falling down. In addition, the middle of the cave ceiling was high and the sides were tilted, so he had to be more careful and wait for the flash of lightning before he could crawl forward. He finally reached the north wall and cried out in pain. It turned out that the hole was still three or four feet away from the wall. He had no martial arts skills, and in the dark night of wind and rain, how could he dare to jump onto the wall? Even if he took the risk of jumping onto the wall, he didn't know how high the wall was from the ground. If he made a mistake, wouldn't he still be crushed to pieces?