"But, but I already have my original wife and concubines. They are all very nice to me, and I can't let them down."

Liu Ruobing stood up and stared at Yang Qiuchi, her eyes shining coldly: "I have made an exception to say a lot to you today, and I don't want to say anything more." He turned around, held his shoulders with his hands, and looked at the gloomy sky in the distance, "You can choose two roads: one, divorce your wife and marry Yun'er, and you and her will stay with you for the rest of your life; the other, stay on the cliff of Heze and live alone for the rest of your life!"

Liu Ruobing's arrogant expression aroused Yang Qiuchi's arrogance. He said slowly but firmly; "Feng Xiaoxue is my wife, and there is only Feng Xiaoxue! No matter what, I will not rest her...!"

Liu Ruobing's whole body shook slightly, and she was a little disbelief. After thinking about it, she slowly turned her head and said, "I will help you kill your wife Feng Xiaoxue. You can always marry Yun'er."

Yang Qiuchi was shocked, sat up, and shouted in horror: "You dare!" Then he thought that Liu Ruobing was afraid that there was nothing he didn't dare to do, so he quickly raised his right hand high and shouted: "I swear to the sky! If you want to kill my wife Feng Xiaoxue, I will never see Song Yuner in my life, let alone marry her! I swear!"

Liu Ruobing's body shook slightly again, and after a while, he nodded slightly: "Okay, I won't kill her." He walked to the edge of the cliff and turned around and said, "Think about it tonight, and I'll ask you again tomorrow!"

Then, he jumped off the cliff lightly.

Yang Qiuchi screamed, she was about to fall to death, and she couldn't survive. She ran over quickly, but the cliff was too high, so he didn't dare to get close to the edge, so he could only lie down first. Crawling forward, slowly climbed to the edge of the cliff, and looking down, his head suddenly became dizzy, and he felt that his whole body was about to fall down. He knew that this was a fear of heights, and most people were more or less afraid of heights. He quickly closed his eyes, retracted his head, grabbed the thatch on the edge of the cliff with both hands, and clasped the ground with both feet.

After a while, Yang Qiuchi slowly opened his eyes and looked out his head bit by bit. Finally, he saw the movement below clearly. The trees on the cliff were about the same size as their little fingers. Liu Ruobing rode a maroon horse and had turned into a small black dot and disappeared in the distance.

I don’t know how she went down, but probably because she flew down the cliff. When she landed normally, she threw her flying claws and grabbed the pine tree, then went down the rope to the ground, and shook her hands to retract the cable. Anyway, this kind of cliff is no different from a martial arts master like her.

Yang Qiuchi slowly climbed back a few steps, several meters away from the edge of the cliff, and then knelt down. He walked to the scene, found a stone to sit down and breathe, and looked around. They were all dark green mountains, and there were also similar stone pillar cliffs of all sizes.

Liu Ruobing had already left. Yang Qiuchi was the only one left on the cliff. After calming down, he checked carefully around to find out if there were any secret passages or ropes that could go down the cliff.

The top of this stone pillar cliff is only the size of a football field. I quickly found it all. There are only ankle-level weeds and several low bushes, surrounded by vertical, steep, and mirror-like cliffs.

How to go down? He is twenty or thirty stories high, and he uses his clothes and pants as a parachute? He does not have the magical light skills of Ouyang Feng, and he does not want to be thrown into a meat pie and dare not try it.

I couldn't find anything to go down the mountain, and it seemed that I could only wait patiently on this cliff for Liu Ruobing to come.

Yang Qiuchi looked around in disappointment and his eyes were fixed on the huge rock that was tall. Liu Ruobing said that there was a cave under the huge rock, and she had a basin for food and water. Maybe she accidentally left some rope. Yang Qiuchi ran over quickly.

When he ran to the boulder, he was suddenly disappointed. No cave, or a small hole more than a half-person tall, could even get in and stand straight.

Yang Qiuchi had no choice but to go in and check it out. There was a small wooden basin with a thin quilt on it. He picked up the quilt and looked at it below. He saw a small gourd ladle in the wooden basin. Next to the wooden basin was a small basket with a pack of things wrapped in blue cloth.

Yang Qiuchi put the quilt back into the wooden basin, sat on the ground, unbuttoned the blue cloth bag, and placed a stack of burritos inside. He picked it up and took it and it was dry and hard.

After traveling to the Ming Dynasty, except for the first few days, Yang Qiuchi ate all the delicacies in the following days, so he was not used to this thing and threw the cake into the basket.

Anyway, I was not hungry, but I was a little thirsty, but there was not a drop of water in the wooden basin. Liu Ruobing said that it would rain here every few days and there was no need to worry about not having any drinks. Yang Qiuchi came out of the cave and looked up at the sky. It was indeed gloomy, but I didn’t know when it would rain.

Yang Qiuchi smashed his dry lips. Although God was gloomy, it was always raining. If he was to end tomorrow, he would probably die of thirst.

It was God who knew Yang Qiuchi's thoughts. The sky became even more gloomy and pressed down low. The phoenix that was scraping over was already a little cold raindrop. A flash of lightning pulled out from the gloomy clouds in the sky, illuminating the vast mountains. Then, a rumbling thunder rolled over from the sky like a giant wheel of thunder.

Yang Qiuchi shouted at the empty four fields: "Thunder! It's raining and collects clothes!"

The rain in the mountains came quickly. With the lightning and thunder, the raindrops as big as soybeans crackled down.

Yang Qiuchi raised his head and opened his mouth wide, and then dripping water from the ground fell from the sky, but the raindrops hit his face bit by bit, occasionally hitting his mouth and splashing out again, not quenching his thirst at all.

Moreover, the top of the high stone pillar was so cold that it was unbearable. The temperature in the mountains was lower than that in the city. Now it was early spring and February, and it was still cold. The mountain wind stomped with raindrops and hit his face, causing pain. The cold wind squeezed with rain and kept pouring into his neck, and quickly ran back to the cave.

He put the quilt aside, picked up the wooden basin and placed it on the grass outside the cave to catch the rain. The cave was shaken too little. Yang Qiuchi sat in the cave and could catch the raindrops outside the cave with just reaching out his hand.

The raindrops hit the wooden basin, and soon a small basin came. Yang Qiuchi used the small gourd to scoop and drank it up in one breath. It was very comfortable. He thought to himself, the most comfortable thing in the world is probably when you are the most thirsty, and a big scoop of cold water was given to you.

The water in the small wooden basin was already full, so Yang Qiuchi brought the wooden basin in and placed it next to it.

The rain was sparse at the beginning, but now it is getting heavier and heavier. Then it becomes a piece of land. The mountains in the distance are no longer visible, and the world is covered with white rain. Water soon appears on the ground, flowing into the low-lying cave of Yang Qiuchi.

Yang Qiuchi was a little panicked. He didn't expect that the rain in the mountains would be like a pour. He had known that he would dig a drainage ditch in front of the cave. If the cave had to accumulate water, he would have no place to hide. Now he could only dig a ditch in the rain, build a dam and embankment, and start fighting the flood!

There are only wooden basins, quilts and baskets in this cave, so what can be used to dig trenches?

The rain is getting heavier and more water flowing in. Without further ado, we must make a quick decision! Yang Qiuchi rolled up his sleeves and worked with his bare hands in the rain. He first pulled out the weeds in front of the cave, and then digged a drainage ditch with his hands. After digging for a while, his fingers hurt and he dug something hard.

Could it be that the treasure box left by the former defendant, which contains treasures such as martial arts secrets!

Yang Qiuchi's heart was beating wildly. If he really had the adventure like in martial arts novels, like Linghu Chong, he learned the masterly martial arts overnight, and subdued the martial arts superb Liu Ruobing in two or three moves, then he could leave! Haha!

I was ecstatic and my subordinates stepped up their strength. I quickly washed away the soil in a few seconds. When I saw it, I felt cold in my heart - it was not a treasure box, but a big stone!

Impossible, maybe the treasure box is under the stone!

Yang Qiuchi quickly dug a thin layer of soil on both sides of the stone in the rain, trying to find the edge of the stone and turn it over. After digging for a long time, he couldn't find the edge of the stone. Then he realized that the cliff, which was twenty or thirty stories high, was a whole piece of soil on the top, and the wind was blown up by thousands of years, but the soil layer was very thin. When the map was cleared, the body of the huge stone below was exposed.

When Yang Qiuchi figured out this problem, the pouring rain had already poured him into a stool.

Martial arts novels kill people! Yang Qiuchi cursed in his heart that since he was already wet, he had no scruples. Yang Qiuchi quickly dug a drainage ditch in front of the cave, and piled up the digging of soil in front of the cave to form an embankment. In this way, the accumulated water on the ground could not be in.

Yang Qiuchi crawled into the small cave, shook his body, and it would be fine if he didn't shake. This tremble made him feel that his wet robe stuck to his whole body cold. He quickly reached out to the outside of the cave and washed away the mud on his hands with the rain. Anyway, there were not even mice on the cliffs of the wilderness, so there was no need to be shy. First, take off the Type 77 pistol and put it aside, then take off all the clothes, shoes and socks, reach out to the outside of the cave, rub it with cold rain, take it in and wring it out, and then spread it on the ground that was not soaked in the water in the cave.

A gust of wind blew, Yang Qiuchi's nose felt sore, and he sneezes, and his bare body had goose bumps. He quickly picked up the thin quilt and wrapped it around him.

My body was warm, but my bare feet were cold. Fortunately, the basket was placed like a flat stone drum, the terrain was relatively high and flat, just enough for him to sit cross-legged on it.

Yang Qiuchi sat down with a quilt tightly, retracted his feet into the quilt, and only exposed his head. His feet were comfortable now, and he felt something was wrong with his head. He shook it and realized that there was a soaked scholar hat on his head.

He quickly took it off and wrung it off, spread it on one side and hung it on one side. The hair was combed by the little maid Yuechan, who helped him combed it into a bun. After touching it, it was also wet. He immediately untied the bun, took the scholar's hat and wrapped the long wet hair hanging down, rubbed it half dry with both hands, then wrung the water from the scholar's hat and spread it aside.
Chapter completed!