The Second Immortal Road

　　The rules of the alliance issued by the old and new miners alliance clearly stated that any miners must not engage in private fights and hurt others.

Except for the life-and-death battle approved by the mining alliance, anyone with private hands will be severely punished by the alliance, but Han Ming does not know whether this rule can completely prohibit private fights, but at least he and the old man surnamed on the face of it. The weak newcomers are safe.

　　 Knowing that they are safe for the time being, Han Ming and the old man surnamed Bai plan to dig some ore and then change some food, they are almost hungry and faint.

　　 Before Han Ming and the old man left, I heard some guards and old miners stop them, and then an old miner led them in one direction.

　　 The old man surnamed Bai felt that the old miner in front of him would not be able to do anything at will after learning of the rules of the mining league, so he became a little bolder, and talked with the old miner in front of him in one sentence.

　　 Han Ming admired the old white man a little bit, but in a quarter of an hour he hooked up with the old miner, taking a bite of an old man, as if they had known each other for a long time.

　　 After the old man became acquainted with the old miner, he began to ask some questions side by side. In a short time, he drew out a lot of information, allowing him and Han Ming to understand the general situation of the miners.

There are about two thousand old miners in this mine. Among them, only six to seven hundred people practice martial arts. The remaining one thousand people are ordinary miners who can only mine. Martial arts miners are headed.

　　 The previous large-scale melee was the battle between the old miners who can martial arts and the new guards and caravan guards. The old miners who could martial arts had absolute control over the entire vein, and they would directly annex the new miners as soon as they met the new miners. Up.

It may be due to the fact that no one can help each other. The new and old miners ceased the war and jointly formed a mining alliance to jointly control the thousands of ordinary miners in the entire mine. As for whether the formation of the mining alliance has any deep meaning, it is only The few people headed by the Mining League know.

　　 After a quarter of an hour of walking, they finally arrived at the destination of their trip, a cave measuring hundreds of meters, in the middle of the cave was an old miner cave of eight or nine hundred.

　　There are dozens of large and small mine tunnels around the cave, and Han Ming and the three people came out of one of the larger mine tunnels.

　　 Although he arrived at his destination, the old man's interest in talking with the old miner did not diminish at all, and there was even a tendency to get more excited as he talked. Han Ming wondered if it wasn't for the constraints of conditions, would they have to be an alliance of blood, and they would worship here.

　　 Later, if it wasn't for the old miner, there were still important things to deal with, I don't know when they can talk about it.

After the old miner left, Han Ming and old man Bai walked towards the middle of the cave, and then randomly found a remote corner to sit down, but the old man seemed to be unable to sit still. After a short time, he got up and went to find others. People started talking.

　　 Han Ming lowered his head and said nothing, sitting in the corner honestly, but his spiritual consciousness covered a small cave, carefully observing the old miners near him.

　　 These miners are far stronger than the old miners I have seen before. They have yellow and thin faces, ragged clothes, dirty bodies, and a weak look.

　　 After thinking about it, Han Ming probably understood the identities of these people. They should be the old miners who do not know martial arts. Like him, they were also gathered here at this time.

　　 After careful observation, he was convinced that there was no danger in his whole body, so Han Ming retracted his consciousness a little bit, then leaned on the stone wall, closed his eyes and fell asleep. This can't be blamed on him, he is really hungry and exhausted.

I haven’t been hungry like this for a long time. I remember that the last time I was hungry like this was more than ten years ago. At that time, he was ten years old and broke into the desert by himself and almost died of starvation. All he can eat is stuffed into his stomach.

　　 However, although Han Ming is very hungry now, he is still far from being hungry enough to endanger his life. Otherwise, he wouldn't stay here and wait for death. He would be more hungry than anyone else.

As a noisy sound came, Han Ming opened his half-squinted eyes again, and quietly looked at a mine tunnel. After a short while, some people walked out of that mine tunnel. There are four to five hundred people scattered around.

　　Looking at these people's clothes, you know that they are just like the miners sitting in the middle of the cave. They don't know much martial arts, and they are ordinary old miners.

"Hey, how come this person has appeared again and put on a worn-out dress! Do you want to dress up as an old miner! His hook is a good thing, it's very useful in this mine!" Han Ming said Unexpectedly, he looked at a person walking out of a mine. This person was dressed in rags and covered in dust everywhere. At first glance, he looked no different from those old miners.

The man walked out of the mine, looked around and chose a place with few people to sit down. The place he chose happened to be not too far away from where Han Ming was sitting, so that Han Ming could look at him carefully. Fan.

　　 This person is the mullet one of the two leaders in the dozens of people before Han Ming. He left Han Ming's team at the beginning and touched the depths of the mine alone.

　　 Han Ming guessed that this mullet was probably going to copy the old miners’ nests, but now I don’t know why they came out with the old miners in shabby clothes.

Before Han Ming had time to look at the mullet carefully, his mind was attracted by the large number of escorts coming out of one of the widest mine tunnels. The escorts behind him were relatively rags, but they were much better than ordinary miners. Old miners, Han Ming recognized at a glance that these were the old Huiwu miners who had fought with the guards.

　　 It didn't take long, the number of people in the entire cave exceeded two thousand, and the miners in the entire underground vein gathered here with nine CDs.

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　　 After a short period of time, more than twenty miners in ragged clothes walked in a branch of the mine deep in the veins. Behind them was a boy who was not very ragged. The boy looked down and muffled and looked very honest.

　　 This boy is Han Ming. At this time, he will follow the group in front of him to go to the deepest part of the mine to dig for food.

　　 Looking at the mine tunnels that kept going deep, Han Ming couldn't help but think of what happened not long ago.

　　 The old miners who are guards and martial artists gather most of the miners to announce the establishment of the mining alliance, and inform all the miners of the rules of the mining alliance, so that no one can violate it.

In addition to announcing the regulations, the Mining League also made a small adjustment to the mining team in the veins, dividing some scattered miners into a larger mining team, and Han Ming was assigned to the second one. In a small team of more than ten people.

　　 Han Ming's team is considered to be poor among all mining teams. Everyone in the team has yellow and thin faces, and his eyes are blurred and apathetic. At first glance, it is caused by long-term starvation.

However, Han Ming did not complain after being assigned to this team. On the contrary, he was a little bit happy, because this team is very inconspicuous, which allows him to avoid some unnecessary troubles and allows him to concentrate on recovering from his injuries. .

As for what to mine in exchange for food, Han Ming is not worried at all. His spiritual sense can penetrate dozens of feet of stone walls. It is almost impossible to find some rough gold mine stones through the stone walls. There is no need to touch them blindly like other miners. luck.

　　 After about half an hour, Han Ming's team came to the end of this branch, and his team dispersed in all directions. They each found a place to wield the chisel and hammer in their hands and began to dig into it.

　　 Han Ming saw that they were all digging for themselves, and no one was willing to pay attention to him, so he shook his head silently, then moved to the back, and then digged into it with a certain position.

About an hour later, when Han Ming and the others kept beating the stone wall with their heads stuffed, a tattered sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy walked into this branch, with a black bamboo basket hanging on his arm and a black bamboo basket on his back. By these two big swollen pockets.

When the young man walked into the branch, the miners who were suffocating their heads and beating on the stone wall threw down the tools in their hands, swarmed up, and surrounded the young man. The young man put down the bamboo first. Then he threw the large package behind him on the ground, and then took out packages of different sizes from the large package, and handed them to the people around him in turn. The person who received the package turned his head and walked to the corner.

　　 Those people opened the package, revealing the yellow steamed buns inside. They didn't care about the dust on their hands, so they just stuffed the steamed buns in their mouths.

　　 After distributing the buns to the miners, the big pocket of the boy was empty, and only six buns were left in the bamboo basket. The young man packed his back pockets and walked to the side with the basket in his hand. Then he took out a yellow steamed bun, took a bite with his head, and chewed it carefully.

　　 Seeing those miners eating their own buns for themselves, no one wanted to pay attention to him. As soon as Han Ming turned his head, he continued to dig into it.

　　 "Guru, Guru." Han Ming's stomach began to cry out in despair.

Han Ming smiled helplessly, and lightly tapped his finger towards his abdomen. His gurgling belly stopped ringing, and then he lowered his hearing sensitivity, otherwise he could clearly hear those people chewing and swallowing. The sound of food.

　　 "Here you are." A hoarse voice came into Han Ming's ears.

　　 As soon as Han Ming turned his head, he saw the boy who had handed out steamed buns standing in front of him, with his dirty hands stretched out to him, and there was still half of the yellow steamed buns in his hands.

　　 "Give it to me?" A trace of confusion appeared on Han Ming's face.

　　 "Don't you! Then I won't give it!" The boy's words and actions were completely inconsistent. He directly stuffed the steamed bun in Han Ming's hand, then turned his head and left.

　　 Han Ming looked at the half of the steamed bun in his hand, then looked at the boy who walked aside to pack his tools, there was something inexplicable in his eyes!