Chapter 1,270 The trespasser will die!

Tang Huan was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but look at Miss Er carefully.

Faced with Tang Huan's seemingly malicious inquiry, Miss Er remained motionless, as if integrated with the snow-capped mountains.

"Is it the changes of the times that have led to my impression of monks being too rigid?" Tang Huan took a sip of cigarettes and pursed his lips. "Your brother is not like a monk. Even Miss Er, you are less and less like a monk."

"In Mr. Tang's eyes, what should monks be?" Miss Er asked back.

"Tender, peaceful, and not aggressive. At least, you shouldn't hurt people, right?" Tang Huan smiled.

"The truth is unpleasant. I probably didn't say anything wronged by Mr. Tang, right?" Miss Er said lightly.

"Indeed." Tang Huan nodded.

Then he looked up at the sky.

Although the night on the snowy mountain came later than the capital.

But the transportation here is inconvenient, and even hiking is very dangerous.

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

Tang Huan didn't sleep all night, and it was already afternoon. He has been busy with work in recent years, and it is common for him to keep going.

But I don’t know if Miss Er can stand it.

But seeing Miss Er's pace was not difficult 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 difficult to go upstairs.

According to the physical strength of an ordinary person, even if he goes down to the thirty or forty floors, it will not be too much trouble. At most, he may feel a little breathless.

But if you climb thirty or forty floors, you have to rest at least two or three times. You may not be able to persevere. The gap is obvious.

On the snowy mountain, it is difficult to walk on the mountain road. The higher the altitude, the deeper the snow.

At first, there were some mountain roads to walk on. At about 4,000 altitude, there was not even a ghost. The heavy snow was so cold that even the air sucked into the lungs was heartbreaking.

When he reached an altitude of nearly 4,500 meters, even though he was as strong as Tang Huan, he could not bear it.

He sat in the snow, breathing like a cow. He rested.

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

"This is vegetarian." Tang Huan handed it to Miss Er who was standing beside her and smiled. "Put it on your strength."

Miss Er is not polite either.

After three hours of trekking, her originally clean and white face also turned slightly red.

I don’t know if it was because of the excessive physical exhaustion or the raging cold wind.

After taking a while, eating chocolate can be considered a supplement to physical fitness. Tang Huan, who has a very rich experience in survival in the wild, did not relax.

He patted the snowflakes on his butt, stood up and said, "It's almost dark."

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

But only they themselves know the harsh environment they face at this time.

There is neither a signal nor a problem to contact the people below the mountain to take rescue actions. Night falls, accompanied by thin air at high altitudes. The temperature is approaching minus twenty degrees below zero.

In other words, Tang Huan and Miss Er have amazing physical fitness, which depends on ordinary people. Not to mention the rapid physical energy consumption, the cold alone is enough to defeat the mind.

And once it gets dark, it's really a headless fly, not knowing the east, south, west and north. Not to mention finding a way, there's no place to even sleep.

Tang Huan's backpack contains high-energy compressed food. He can't die of starvation. But coldness 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 going up the mountain, he still pointed out the direction for him.

However, the snow in the mountains all year round does not have particularly conspicuous architectural signs. Even Lin Qiushui is difficult to help him point out every road through dialogue.

"About five thousand meters above sea level. If you can find a stone tablet, then find the entrance to Tangmen."

At that time, Tang Huan was in a hurry to go up the mountain and was about to hang up the phone. However, he heard Lin Qiushui, who was far away from overseas, continue to say: "But it is not far from the gates of hell."

No one in this world really understands*.

Even if Lin Qiushui had been dealing with this Tang sect king for decades, he would not dare to say that he knew him well.

But one thing is that no one in the Tang Sect, including the late Supreme Emperor, would object.

That is, *, it can definitely be called the Tang Sect’s number one martial arts genius in a century. The martial arts master!

When night falls, you are about to reach out and you will lose your five fingers.

Tang Huan finally found the stone tablet that Lin Qiushui mentioned.

A small stone tablet that is not big or even less than one meter high.

Near the stone tablet, there was snow.

Even the stone tablet is filled with thick snow.

Tang Huan walked forward, wiped off the snow on the stone tablet, and a few fonts were revealed.

The font is crazy and sloppy, and it is definitely not created by craftsmen.

It's like a super strong man is writing it casually.

There are four big words: the person who trespasses will die!

A smile finally appeared on Tang Huan's face.

He grinned and turned toward Miss Er: "It seems like I can have a full meal tonight."

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

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

"He became a Buddha by himself." Miss Er said meaningfully. "He is a ghost."

How can Buddha be with the little ghosts?

So he can't go to hell.

Tang Huan was stunned and shook his head and said, "The most common thing about you is that you like monks is that you like to say something that others don't understand."

Miss Er was speechless.

Follow Tang Huan's footsteps and move forward slowly.

The north wind roars wildly, and the ice is frozen for thousands of miles.

In this desperate situation, what kind of mood will it be when you see a small wooden house in the vast snow?

Tang Huan speeded up and headed straight for the wooden house.

Tonight's night is like ink, not even a ray of moonlight.

It is impossible to travel.

It is God's attachment to having a place to rest.

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

The one who opened the door was an old man wrapped in a shabby coat and was hunched down to a smaller body than a hunchback.

He pushed open the wooden door slowly and decayed with a crutch.

"Tang family?"

The voice is like a broken gong, harsh but turbid.

The old man's hair was gray and hunched over, not even Tang Huan's chin. He looked like a snow mountain monster, very gloomy.

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

"Go into the house and rest."

When Tang Huan heard this, he felt relieved.

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

If there is another bowl of hot soup, you can fall asleep with a smile.

Just as Tang Huan entered the house with a beautiful wish, the hunched old man's voice sounded again behind him.

At this moment, it seems extremely ferocious.

"Don't enter if you are not a member of the Tang family."

The old man lifted up his worn-out crutch and stopped Miss Er.

In an instant, the crutch gushed out a rotten aura, as if it was plagued by evil spirits. Don’t be close to the stranger!

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Chapter completed!