The Second Immortal Road

　　 Holding half of a steamed bun, Han Ming's eyes flashed with an unknown look, and then took a deep look at the boy.

Han Ming could tell at a glance that the young man himself could not eat enough. After all, the young man looked reluctant when he swallowed the other half of the steamed bun. Sent into the mouth.

As for the young man carrying two big bags of steamed buns before, they were distributed to everyone. It should be just to help others get the steamed buns. Only the six buns in the basket belong to him, which is very few compared to the dozen or so steamed buns of others. NS.

Han Ming could see that every steamed bun was extremely precious to the young man. Not long ago, the Mining League issued a regulation that changed the exchange of food from once every two days to once every three days, so that young man could only rely on six steamed buns to fill his stomach in three days. Belly up.

　　 Han Ming shook the steamed bun in the handshake with a complex expression, but he no longer hesitated after a second thought. He swallowed the steamed bun in his hand in a few swallows, and took a few more salivas.

After Han Ming finished eating the steamed buns, he could not help turning his head to look in the direction of the boy again, and saw that the boy had already waved the tool in his hand and struck the stone wall vigorously, but the boy was very thin and had no strength on his arms. In a short period of time, a rock was not chiseled down.

Han Ming exuded his spiritual consciousness and probed towards the stone wall that the young man was hammering, but his brow furrowed. His spiritual knowledge detected that the young man had been digging for ten days and could not dig out a piece of rough gold mine. Because behind his rock wall is the only place where there is no rough gold mine, the other sides have more or less rough gold mine.

　　 "Luck is really bad." Han Ming muttered to himself.

　　 "Ah, there is a snake, get away." Han Ming screamed, then threw the shovel in his hand out, as if he wanted to smash something.

Han Ming’s weird scream immediately shocked the people in the entire mine. Everyone stepped back subconsciously. After they fully reacted, they ran towards the middle of the empty mine and gathered together. To the middle of the mine.

　　 "Snake? What snake? Where is it?" A relatively sturdy old miner held the hammer in his hand tightly, and then asked in a little panic.

"There is a golden snake over there. I didn't hit it with my shovel, so it was scared away." Han Ming said with some lingering fears. At the same time, he pointed to a corner near the boy before and told everyone that the little snake. The snake appeared there.

　　 "Golden? It's a poisonous golden snake!" An old miner said in a bit of horror, but there was a trace of greed in his horror.

　　 Han Ming was thrown out with the shovel and walked towards him. It seemed that he wanted to pick up the shovel, but he found that his sleeve was caught. When he turned his head, he saw that the young man was slowly shaking his head and beckoning him not to go.

　　 "Don't go there, the poisonous golden snake runs very fast and is very poisonous. There were two poisonous golden snakes stuck in a pile of people and killed more than 30 miners in succession." The young man said in a voice.

　　 Once blocked by this boy, Han Ming couldn't pick up the shovel anymore, so he could only stay aside honestly.

An old miner waited for a while and saw no one came forward to check, he shook the shovel in his handshake, and then touched it in the direction of Han Ming: "I'll take a look, you help me watch it, and remind me! If you catch it, give each of you a bun."

　　 Seeing someone walking there, Han Ming was a little surprised. He didn't expect that after hearing the name of the poisonous golden snake, there were even miners who dared to go forward and catch it.

However, he was a little relieved after observing the miner who had touched forward. This miner was the only one who had practiced a few martial arts among more than twenty people. Some pride is normal, and he can get it in exchange for poisonous gold snakes. Under the temptation of food for half a year, he inevitably wants to take a risk.

Seeing the miner's vigilant face and careful step by step, Han Ming couldn't help but smile secretly in his heart. The golden snake was entirely based on the venomous golden snake he heard between the old man and an old Huiwu miner. , It's strange that this miner can catch it.

　　 After a quarter of an hour, the old miner rummaged through the corner but found no poisonous golden snake, only a few rubble.

　　 Later, more than 20 other people turned around in the corner for a while, but they didn't find anything, so they concluded that the little poisonous golden snake had run away.

Later, someone proposed to leave this branch and go to another branch. The reason was that a small poisonous golden snake appeared here was a bit infiltrating. He was afraid of being bitten by accident, but for some reason this proposal was rejected because of this. The rough gold ore excavated by the branch mines is much more than their previous branch veins. If they change to a new vein, it is very likely that they will not be able to dig enough gold ore.

Han Ming followed the more than twenty people and searched the whole branch thoroughly. After confirming that there was no poisonous golden snake, the miners went back to the place where they had chiseled and continued digging. Han Ming also returned to his place. .

　　 The only thing that the young man changed was that he felt that a poisonous golden snake appeared in the place before him was a bit unsafe.

　　 Seeing that the boy had moved to another place, Han Ming couldn't help but smile wryly. Although the boy's new place had some gold mines, the amount of ore was much less than that of other miners.

　　 "Luck! It's no wonder that he is so small." Han Ming lowered his head and muttered to himself, then he stopped paying attention to the boy, but struck the stone in front of him vigorously.

　　Han Ming's spiritual consciousness can penetrate the stone wall, and it is easy to detect the stone wall in front of him and knock a half inch inward to take out a large piece of rough gold mine. This rough stone was enough to replace food for five or six days, but at this time Han Ming did not continue to beat inside, but instead beat the useless ore to the side.

　　 The life in the veins is extremely boring. In addition to sleeping and eating, it is mining. Only by continuously mining can you collect enough rough stones in exchange for food, otherwise you will soon be starved to death.

　　 After knocking on the useless ore for most of the day, Han Ming threw away the hammer in his hand, and then sat on the ground slowly, observing the surroundings.

　　 There is no sunlight in the deep mine tunnel. If there were no torches on the wall, their mine tunnel would be completely dark.

　　 Without sunlight, there would be no distinction between day and night. These miners no longer sleep according to night or morning. As long as they feel sleepy, they fall asleep with their thighs crossed and their sleeping posture is extremely ugly.

　　 Han Ming unconsciously glanced in the direction of the boy a few more times, but saw that the boy also slowly put down the tools in his hand, leaned against the stone wall tiredly, and sat on the ground panting heavily.

　　 The boy dragged his bamboo basket not far away to his side, lifted the rags covered on it, and then picked out a yellow steamed bun from the inside and held it in the palm of his hand.

The young man just wanted to chew, but as if thinking of something, he no longer delivered the bun to his mouth. The steamed bun in his hand broke into two halves.

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　　 Looking at the extra half of the steamed bun in his hand, Han Ming's heart was complicated again, and he couldn't help but look at the boy again, and at the same time his spiritual consciousness haunted the past, and wanted to take a good look at the boy who was walking back on the right track.

With the spirit lingering on this young man, Han Ming observed carefully. Suddenly his eyebrows were raised and his face was full of surprises. It was Han Ming who was so calm and didn't even conceal his face for a while. An expression of disbelief, but fortunately, the light of the torch was darker, and no one saw the change in the expression on Han Ming's face.

　　 After regaining consciousness, Han Ming closed the surprised expression on his face, and then returned his spiritual consciousness like a tide. However, Han Ming changed his mind later, and he couldn't help dispersing his consciousness towards the boy, but this time he did not focus on the boy's body, but on the boy's face.

　　 "Hey, if you wash it clean, you will look good. This appearance is also very rare." Han Ming whispered a few weirdly.

　　 At this time, the young man was lowering his head and nibbling on his half of a hard steamed bun. During the period, he drank a few times. It seemed that the steamed bun was a little hard to swallow.

　　 As soon as the boy raised his head, he saw Han Ming looking at him. He couldn't help but grinned, and then continued to lower his head to eat half of his steamed bun.

Han Ming saw the boy grinning at him, and subconsciously smiled at the boy embarrassingly, but in his heart he thought to himself, if the boy knew that his whole body had been seen, would he immediately get up and look for him? Desperately.

　　 After swallowing half a bun, the young man cleaned it up, spread a rag that was still intact on the ground, and curled up on it~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and fell asleep deeply.

　　 Looking at the young man holding his legs into a ball, like a poor little beast, there was a rare wave in Han Ming's heart.

　　 Perceiving a change in his mood, Han Ming couldn't help but smile wryly and secretly scolded himself for being unwilling. He hadn't practiced his heart as solid as a rock for so long and couldn't be completely rational.

　　 Han Ming moved his gaze away from the young man, turned his head blankly and glanced at the other miners, then slowly retracted his gaze and quietly leaned against the wall and fell asleep.

　　 The days of darkness and no sky are difficult to survive. Coupled with the continuous mining and energy consumption, all the miners have basically reached their limit after three days. The young man was even more unbearable. He couldn't even stand firmly. His legs kept shaking. He didn't know if he was hungry or tired. He had to rest for a long time before he could continue to stand up and swing a few hammers.

Compared with those miners who are exhausted and have difficulty walking, Han Ming is generally quite good, because in the past three days, he basically hasn’t really knocked the ore. Work hard.

"Three days are coming soon. It should be possible to change food." The miner who knows a little bit of martial arts bowed his head and put away an hourglass that had leaked clean, and then simply said a word and stopped talking. He seemed to Is also very tired.

　　 Hearing this miner finished speaking, the other miners immediately put down the tools in their hands, and then sat down on the ground. The light of the torch picked up the ore in their basket.

　　 When everyone sat down to clean up their ore, only one person was still beating on the stone wall. This person was the boy, and he was still struggling to beat the stones one after another.

　　 But this young man seemed to have run out of strength for a long time, and he did not knock down a piece of ore for a long time.