If we compare the entire Misty Mountain to a person, the mist outside is like a golden bell or an iron shirt, and this locked bamboo house is like the brain.
It's full of mechanisms, mechanisms that control the entire Misty Mountain.
Of course, it's estimated that no one will be able to get in here.
Oh, Zhao Xiaoyue is an exception.
“Young lady, you seem to know this place very well, but I, an old man, have never seen you before.”
Zhao Xiaoyue put down the mechanical puppet in her hand. "We really don't know each other. My master is Pu Changling. He told me that."
Bai Bupiao was genuinely shocked for a moment, "Pu Changling? Sixth Master Pu?"
“Yes,” Zhao Xiaoyue affirmed, “Everything about you was told to me by my master.”
That's not surprising. He met Pu Changling a few times in the 1970s, and Pu was indeed a remarkable person.
Where is your master now?
Click! A mechanism was released, and several gears began to turn slowly.
He turned and walked back with his hands behind his back.
Zhao Xiaoyue followed him outside. "He and his master's wife went on a pilgrimage. I don't know where he went now."
Let's just pretend they went on a trip!
The old man and the young man then stopped the conversation.
Bai Bupiao thought to himself, "So he's Boss Pu's apprentice. No wonder he's so capable."
He was curious when his Misty Mountain had become so fragile and insignificant, so easily breached.
Now that we know there's something fishy going on, it's not surprising.
"Hey, I'll say it."
"Shut up. First of all, my name isn't Ai. Secondly, I'm at least several decades older than you. Can't you call me Uncle? Is calling me Uncle going to make you lose a few pounds or something?"
As he spoke, he glared at Zhao Xiaoyue.
Haha, I forgot.
"grandfather!"
A crisp "Grandpa" made Bai Bu Piao Qi's eyes tremble.
"Call me uncle. I'm only six years old, I'm not old enough to be a grandfather."
Look, look, his mustache is sticking up, all because of you, you little brat.
"Hehe, Grandpa, I'm fourteen and you're fifty-six, so being my grandpa isn't a loss at all."
Haha, he doesn't admit that he's old enough to be a grandfather.
Bai Butiao strode forward with lightning speed, so angry that it seemed to turbocharge him.
Zhao Xiaoyue shrugged. It wasn't her fault; after all, she was so young and he was so old.
In the afternoon, when the group stood in an elevator building, they were all a little stunned. How could such a thing exist in such a desolate place?
First question: Don't elevators need electricity?
Zhang Xiaomeng opened his mouth several times, and when Mr. Bai saw this, he said disdainfully, "My things are all made of mechanisms. Don't underestimate the art of mechanisms that has been around for thousands of years."
Oh, I understand.
The helmsman said that the world is full of wonders, and no one should be underestimated. This old man in white is just one of them.
The feeling of weightlessness made people grip the handrail in the elevator tightly, but the old man in white stood steadily without moving a hair.
The elevator went down for about half an hour and then started moving forward again, just like a railcar in a coal mine, except this one is entirely controlled by a mechanism.
The mechanism that activates the white cloth strip defense system is the one for this elevator.
When the elevator stopped, we were already outside Misty Mountain.
The box door opened automatically, and several people stepped out, heading towards a large tree just inside the misty mountain.
"Wow, this is amazing! It took us twelve hours to go up the mountain, but only thirty minutes to go down."
Zhang Xiaomeng rubbed his hands excitedly, thinking that he would do the same when he bought a mountain in the future.
Zhao Xiaoyue saw right through this guy's thoughts at a glance, "Want to buy a mountain?"
"Mmm, mmm, this is so much fun."
Zhang Xiaomeng nodded, his eyes shining.
Zhao Xiaoyue expertly poured cold water on the idea, saying, "If you have money, just buy a mountain!"
Then they walked forward.
After taking a few steps, he turned back and said in a cheeky tone, "How about we sell the plane and move to another mountain?"
Zhang Xiaomeng shook his head violently. The airplane was his lifeline; he would sell himself rather than sell the airplane.
We don't want the mountain anymore; it's not fun anyway.
You fickle bastard, I can't handle you?
It's truly a miracle that these people were able to emerge unscathed from a place where they weren't supposed to get anything for free.
In previous years, anyone in his territory would lose a few hairs. He was truly the toughest miser among the toughest, not only refusing to give a single hair but also trying to rip off others.
Yet this very person was exceptionally tolerant and indulgent towards Zhao Xiaoyue.
To be honest, even Bai Butiao is wondering why.
Bone fan?
That can't be!
Fine, let's just do it for the bone fan.
After leaving Misty Mountain, it's still a while before you reach the highway.
Bai Bupiao held a small bottle of Starry Sky Wine in one hand and sipped it slowly.
This stuff is very precious. Hu Weijin is such a jerk; he only gives them a small cup each time, not a single drop more.
Now he's got three pounds, he's very happy.
The people behind them were almost drunk just from the smell of the alcohol.
Zhang Xiaomeng was talking nonsense a little too fast. Realizing what he was doing, he covered his mouth and stumbled over to Zhao Xiaoyue.
"Hold the helm, I think I'm going to faint. This wine is too potent; even the smell makes me drunk. What should I do? I can't hold on much longer."
After he finished speaking, he gagged a few times.
My goodness, the smell alone is intoxicating! If he took a sip of that, he'd die!
Situ Mingwang Biao was still holding on, but Zhao Xiaoyue was also feeling dizzy.
Bai Butiao was constantly watching what was happening behind him; he was doing it on purpose!
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