Bodyguards of big stars

Chapter 1000 Two hundred seventy Trespasser, die!

Tang Huan was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help taking a closer look at Miss E.

Faced with Tang Huan's seemingly malicious probing, Ms. Er remained motionless, as if she had become one with the snow-capped mountain.

"Is it because of the changes of the times that my impression of monks is too rigid?" Tang Huan took a puff on his cigarette and pursed his lips. "Your brother doesn't look like a monk. You, Miss Lianyer, are becoming less and less like a monk."

"In the eyes of Mr. Tang, what should a monk do?" Ms. Er asked back.

"Gentle, peaceful, and non-aggressive. At least, shouldn't hurt people?" Tang Huan smiled.

"Faithful words are hard to hear. I probably didn't say anything to wrong Mr. Tang, did I?" Ms. Er wrote lightly.

"Indeed." Tang Huan nodded.

Then he looked up at the sky.

Although the night on the Daxue Mountain came later than in the capital.

But the traffic here is inconvenient, and even walking is very dangerous.

Once night falls, the mountain road will be difficult to walk.

Tang Huan hadn't slept all night, and it was already afternoon.He has been busy with work in recent years, and it is common for him to turn around.

But I don't know if Miss E can stand it.

But looking at Miss E's pace, she didn't feel strenuous at all, and she even wanted to compete with Tang Huan.Tang Huan also smiled knowingly, and started this long mountain climbing operation.

As we all know, it is easy to go downstairs, but it is extremely strenuous to go upstairs.

According to the physical strength of an ordinary person, even going up to the [-]th or [-]th floor will not be too strenuous.At most a little breathless.

But if you climb the thirty or forty floors, you have to rest at least two or three times.It may not be able to persist.The difference is obvious.

On the Daxue Mountain, the mountain road is difficult to walk.The higher the altitude, the deeper the snow.

At first there were still some mountain trails to walk on.At about four thousand altitudes, there is not even a ghost.In the boundless and heavy snow, even the air inhaled into the lungs is cold and piercing.

At an altitude of nearly 500 meters, even with Tang Huan's physical strength, it was a bit overwhelming.

He sat down on the snow, breathing like a cow.rest up.

He also took out two pieces of chocolate from his pocket to replenish his strength.

"This is vegetarian food." Tang Huan handed a piece to Miss Er who was standing aside, and said with a smile. "Replenish your strength."

Miss Er is not polite either.

After three hours of trekking, her originally clean and fair face was also slightly flushed.

I don't know if it's because of too much physical exertion, or because of the raging cold wind.

After taking a short break, eating chocolate can be regarded as replenishing my physical strength.Tang Huan, who had a lot of experience in wild survival, didn't relax too much.

Patting the snowflakes on his buttocks, he stood up and said, "It's getting dark."

"In half an hour at the latest, we will become blind." Miss Er's words were vivid.

But at this time they are facing harsh environment, but only they themselves know.

There is no signal in Daxue Mountain, and it is difficult to contact people down the mountain to take rescue operations.Night fell, and with it the thin air at high altitude.The temperature was even closer to minus twenty degrees.

That is to say, Tang Huan and Ms. E's physical fitness is amazing, which should be left to ordinary people.Not to mention the rapid physical consumption, the cold alone is enough to crush the mind.

And once it gets dark, it is really a headless chicken, not knowing the north, south, east, and west.Not to mention finding the way, there is nowhere to even sleep.

Tang Huan's backpack contained high-energy compressed food.You can't starve to death.But the cold and finding a way out are the top priority.

Before going up the mountain, Tang Huan contacted Lin Qiushui.

Although the latter strongly opposed Tang Huan's going up the mountain, he still pointed out the direction for him.

But Daxue Mountain is covered with snow all the year round, and there are no particularly conspicuous architectural signs.Even for Lin Qiushui, it is difficult to help him point out every path through dialogue.

"About 5000 meters above sea level. If you can find a stone tablet, then you will find the entrance of the Tang Gate."

At that time, Tang Huan was in a hurry to go up the mountain and was about to hang up the phone.But Lin Qiushui who was far away overseas continued to say: "But it's not far from the gate of hell."

In this world, no one really understands Lin Xiong.

Even if Lin Qiushui has dealt with this Tangmen king for decades, he dare not say that he knows him well.

But there is one thing that everyone in the Tang Sect, including the late Supreme Emperor, will not object to.

That is, Lin Xiong, can definitely be called the number one martial arts genius of the Tang Sect in the past century.Martial arts master!

As night falls, when you are about to lose sight of your fingers.

Tang Huan finally found the stele that Lin Qiushui had mentioned.

A small stone tablet, not even one meter high.

Near the stele, there is a pile of snow.

Even the stone tablet is covered with thick snow.

Tang Huan stepped forward and wiped off the snow on the stele, revealing several characters.

The font is crazy and scribbled, it is definitely not made by craftsmen.

It's as if it was written and carved by a very strong man.

Impressively four characters: Trespasser, die!

A smile finally appeared on Tang Huan's face.

He grinned and looked back at Miss Er: "It seems that we can have a full meal tonight."

"I've never seen a man who is less afraid of death than Mr. Tang." Miss Er said slowly.

"Is the Happy Buddha also afraid of death?" Tang Huan stuffed a piece of chocolate into his mouth.

"He became a Buddha on his own." Miss Er said meaningfully. "Hell is a ghost."

Buddha, how can you go with the devil?

So he can't go to hell.

Tang Huan was startled.Shaking his head, he said, "The thing about you most like a monk is that you all like to say things that others don't understand."

Miss Er was speechless.

Follow Tang Huan's footsteps and move forward slowly.

The north wind howled, thousands of miles frozen.

In such a desperate situation, what kind of mood should you feel when you see a small wooden house in the vast snow?

Tang Huan quickened his pace.Go straight to the cabin.

Tonight the night is as dark as ink, not even a ray of moonlight.

It was impossible to hurry.

To have a place to rest is a blessing from God.

Tang Huan was not polite, and knocked on the small door of the wooden house.

The one who opened the door was an old man wrapped in an old overcoat, with a stooped body smaller than a hunchback.

Leaning on crutches, he slowly and rottenly pushed open the wooden door.

"The Tang family?"

The voice is like a broken gong, piercing but muddy.

The old man's hair was gray, his waist was stooped, and Tang Huan's chin was not even close to him.It looks like a snow mountain monster, very gloomy.

Although Tang Huan was extremely surprised by the questioning of the crooked old man.But he still nodded frankly: "A descendant of the Tang family, Tang Huan."

"Go inside and rest."

Hearing this, Tang Huan felt relieved.

Although the wooden house is not big, it has a stove.At least it won't freeze to death tonight.

If you can have a bowl of hot soup again, you can fall asleep with a smile on your face.

Just when Tang Huan entered the room with good wishes.Behind him, the voice of the rickety old man sounded again.

At this moment, it seemed extremely vicious.

"If you are not from the Tang family, please do not enter."

The old man raised his old crutches and stopped Miss Er.

In an instant, the crutch spewed out a rotten breath.Like a ghost haunting.Strangers stay away!

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