"Hiss!"

Ding Yi snorted bitterly. At this moment, he clutched the bottom of a wild jujube with one hand, making his body hang on the half-cliff surface.

At this moment, his hand, blood marks were slashed out on it. In addition to this, several mouths were also scratched out on his arms.

Fortunately, these are just minor skin trauma and are not life-threatening.

However, the pain really hurts. Ding Yi looked down and couldn't see how high it was. In short, it wouldn't be very low.

Ding Yi did not call, and he also knew that even if he called for help at this moment, it would be useless. No one knew that he was here, and there was no other way he could do except to save himself.

Ding Yi raised his other hand and grabbed the pole of the wild jujube tree, then crawled up with both hands.

This is not the cliff entrance, he cannot go down, because he doesn't know what kind of dangers there will be, so he has no other choice except climbing up.

After jutting his body a little upward, he grabbed the stem of the wild jujube tree with his right hand, and then touched it little by little along the cliff wall with his left hand.

Finally, he touched the edge of the stone wall that could be leveraged. He first tried the strength, then he tightened it and pulled his body upwards.

He also pulled his right hand up and pulled his body up for a distance. He tried it little by little until he stepped on the wild jujube tree that he breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Ding Yi, because of the support on his feet, finally no longer needs to exert force with both hands. He can take a short rest and recover his physical strength.

Ding Yi looked up and saw that the cliff entrance was a little high, with a height of seven or eight meters. It was not easy to climb up at this distance, and it was also accompanied by danger.

While resting, the top-level hands were tightly slapped on the support point of the stone, and didn't dare to relax at 1 o'clock. At the same time, he looked up at the top and looked for the next position to support his body.

After a brief rest, Ding Yi had found the next point, but it was a bit far away, and he couldn't catch it now.

It was a bluestone edge. It was visually estimated that the strength should be enough, but Ding Yi could not guarantee the specificity.

At present, Ding Yi wanted to pluck the bluestone rock, and he could only catch it with the help of his feet, which made him unable to test the strength of the bluestone first.

If the outer edge of the bluestone is strong enough, he can use the support point and then rely on the other support points behind to climb up to the top.

But if that is not strong enough, then he will be in danger and he will keep falling. As for the final result, it will definitely be not optimistic.

This is a dilemma. Either Ding Yi tries and succeeds or fails, or waits for others to come and rescue.

However, Ding Yi knew that the possibility of waiting for others to come and rescue him was very low, and it could be said that it almost did not exist.

Ding Yi hesitated for a long time and finally made up his mind.

"Success or failure is here, just die!"

Ding Yi thought in his heart, squatted down slightly, then used his feet to force his right hand on the stone wall, and also tried hard at the same time, jumping up, and his left hand, which had already been raised, suddenly grabbed the outer edge of the large bluestone above.

He succeeded, the big bluestone was strong enough, Ding Yi was not grateful for this, and he didn't dare to stay for it. At this moment, it was using hands and feet, looking for available support points, and quickly climbing upwards.

After 15 minutes, Ding Yi finally climbed up. At this moment, he was panting and was stuck on the mountain wall, lying at the edge of the cliff.

"This is too exciting and too thrilling." Ding Yi sighed, flipping his glasses up, thinking about looking at the top of the mountain.

"Fortunately, I'm the only one here. If they come with me, that would be dangerous."

Ding Yi muttered again, thinking that if all four of them rushed over and continued to go down from here, even if one of them lost their center of gravity, they might have pulled everyone down. By then, a wild jujube tree would not be able to support them all.

"You can't stay here, you have to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible."?

Ding Yi, who had rested, then stood up, but instead of standing upright, he hugged, holding one side of the slope with one hand, and carefully moving towards the side.

At this moment, he could not continue to walk in a straight line, because the straight line position had been blocked by the cross-section. If he wanted to go down to the other side of the mountain, he had to detour, but how far it would take was not what he knew.

Ding Yi went around for a long time and almost went to the side of the mountain. The distance was not close at all.

...

Speaking of which, Wang Zhijun, Wang Xiaoming and Zhang Qian had already arrived at the bottom of the barren mountain. Just when Wang Zhijun decided to go up the mountain, Zhang Qian made a new discovery.

"You guys come and see you." Zhang Qian shouted to Wang Zhijun and Wang Xiaoming.

Seeing that Zhang Qian had something new, he found that Wang Xiaoming and Wang Zhijun were coming to him quickly. At this time, Zhang Qian pulled out the trunk that was inserted on the ground and showed it to Wang Zhijun.

Wang Zhijun took the trunk, his face approached it, and then looked at the scraped section in the middle. After he saw it, he pointed his finger on it and said, "There is a word engraved on it. What do you think this means?"

Wang Xiaoming also looked over. He looked carefully and finally realized that it was indeed a circumcision character engraved on it as Wang Zhijun said, so he said, "You are the most familiar with Ding Yi. Can you be sure that this is his font?"

Wang Zhijun frowned and said that he knew Ding Yi's font, but the font board engraved on it was not similar to Ding Yi's original font.

Seeing Wang Zhijun's proof, Wang Xiaoming said: "It's not his font, right?"

Wang Zhijun nodded and said, "Yes, this is indeed not his font."

Wang Xiaoming then said: "If you say so, this is not what Ding Yishu stayed. Who will stay the sect and the official?

"This is hard to say, and we don't know what the instructor's words look like." Wang Zhijun replied.

Zhang Qian, who was beside him, reached out and took the small tree trunk from Wang Zhijun's hand. Then he looked closer and carefully before saying, "Although this is not Ding Yi's own, I think it should be carved by him."

Wang Xiaoming saw Zhang Qian and asked, "You all say this is not his font, why do you think it was carved by him?"

Zhang Qian said: "Because the engraving is different from writing, and the engraving will not be as smooth as writing. Therefore, if it was engraved by him, it would definitely not be like the words he wrote. And I am sure that another reason why he carved is the tip of the tree trunk."

Zhang Qian said, pointing at the trunk of the tree, the sharp tip at the bottom was shown to Wang Zhijun.

"It was him who carved it!"
Chapter completed!