Swire Overlord

Chapter 115 Teach Me a Word
There are all kinds of strange competitions in the world, there are martial arts competitions, literary talent competitions, wisdom competitions, and speed competitions, but there is absolutely no pit-digging competition.

Zhao Yufan glanced at the golden shovel in the hand of the short man in front of him, then pointed at the golden shovel with a sudden realization, and asked, "You mean to use a shovel to dig a hole?"

"Yeah!" The short man put the golden shovel on his shoulder, glared at Zhao Yufan and introduced himself: "I am the Mouse King among the Twelve Heavenly Kings of Lianyun!"

"The two of us dig a hole in one minute, whoever digs deep wins!"

"How big is the pit?" Zhao Yufan asked.

"One meter in diameter!" replied the Mouse King.

Putting away the dragon-slaying sword, Zhao Yufan walked up to the Mouse King, bent down to pick up the shovel on the ground, and casually lifted the shovel up. The moment he lifted the shovel, his expression froze for a moment, and then he looked serious. With a strong lift, the golden shovel was lifted up.

He was secretly surprised that the seemingly ordinary shovel weighed five hundred catties. It seemed that even digging a hole was not an easy task.Looking at the Mouse King in front of him, his expression remained calm, as if the weight of the golden shovel didn't affect him at all.

"Start!" Shu Wang said, the golden shovel in his hand flew up and down, the ground was full of smoke and dust, and in the blink of an eye, the smoke and dust engulfed Shu King's figure.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Yufan blinked his eyes, pursed his lips in admiration, put the shovel on the ground, stepped on the shovel with his foot, and began to dig a hole like an ordinary person digging soil.

Ten seconds later, Zhao Yufan dug a hole three feet deep.The pit dug by the Mouse King was six feet deep.

Zhao Yufan looked at the deep pit dug by the Shu King. At this time, moist soil was constantly splashing out of the deep pit, and the soil was slowly increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.He rolled his eyes, stepped out of the pit, and walked to the Shu King's pit to watch.

In the deep pit, Shu Wang grabbed the golden shovel with both hands, bent over, and writhed in the deep pit strangely.His speed is very fast, like a spinning gear, and the golden color is like a sharp tooth, using a rapid rotation to knock out the underground soil.

"So that's how it is," Zhao Yufan muttered to himself, returned to the vicinity of the deep pit, and thought about it. The Shu King borrowed the power of rotation to increase the speed of digging, so he should also borrow this power of rotation.The Mouse King uses gears to rotate. He can't do such a flexible tossing body, so he can only use a conical rotation method, just like a top.

He grabbed the shovel with both hands, jumped up suddenly, and when flying through the air, adjusted his body so that his head was facing down, and slammed into the deep hole.

The shovel fell into the deep pit. Zhao Yufan stirred the shovel vigorously with both hands, and his body spun wildly like a spinning top.

At this point, 30 seconds have passed.

At 40 seconds, Shu Wang had already dug a hole ten feet.

Zhao Yufan dug a five-foot hole.

At 50 seconds, the Mouse King dug a hole thirteen feet.

At 60 seconds, the Mouse King dug a pit fifteen feet.

After 60 seconds, Zhao Yufan and Shu Wang took off from the deep pit at the same time and landed near their own deep pit.

The two of them were covered in mud, as if a mouse had just finished digging a hole, they were extremely embarrassed.

The Shu King breathed steadily, with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth, glanced at Zhao Yufan contemptuously, and asked, "How many meters did you dig?"

"How many meters did you dig?" Zhao Yufan was holding the golden shovel, and his breathing was a little short. Digging was indeed tiring, but what was even more tiring was spinning by himself.

Hearing Zhao Yufan's rhetorical question, Shu Wang slightly raised his eyebrows and said, "Five meters!"

"I'm six meters!" Zhao Yufan said arrogantly. After saying this, he looked up at the sky, full of arrogance.

Hearing this, the Shu King's expression changed, and he glanced at Zhao Yufan, but did not believe his words.Looking at the soil around Zhao Yufan's deep pit, he even showed a mocking look.

There is more soil near the deep pit of the Shu King than Zhao Yufan's. From the analysis of the amount of soil, it is naturally proved that the pit dug by the Shu King is deeper than that of Zhao Yufan. This is a very simple reason.

"Dare to lie to me, believe it or not, I'll shoot you to death with a shovel?" Shu Wang held the shovel and scrutinized the lying boy in front of him.

Zhao Yufan pursed his lips with disdain, threw the golden shovel in front of the Mouse King, turned to look elsewhere, and said flatly, "Look for yourself!"

The corner of Shu King's mouth twitched, and he really wanted to slap Zhao Yufan to death with a shovel, but Lianyun Twelve Heavenly Kings are not unreasonable people. Since he said that he dug deeper than himself, he would go and have a look. If he dared to lie to himself, then as a result of……

He jumped into the deep pit dug by Zhao Yufan, looked up, and when he saw the blue sky, he froze in place.

He could tell at a glance that the pit Zhao Yufan had dug was six meters deep!
Shu Wang remembered that Zhao Yufan didn't dig too deep in the first few tens of seconds, that is to say, he only dug in the last few tens of seconds, but he surpassed himself in a few tens of seconds.This caused him to suffer a very big blow. The whole person squatted in the deep pit, holding his head and thinking.

Outside the deep pit, Zhao Yufan's figure gradually faded away.

The second peak of Lianyun Mountain has jagged rocks, overgrown weeds, gullies and hills.

Zhao Yufan guessed that someone would intercept him on the second peak.It is rumored that the Twelve Kings of Lianyun Mountain acted strangely and did things according to their preferences. They were both good and evil people. There were many reasons why they came forward to stop them, but the reasons were not important. The important thing was that he wanted to leave here quickly.

On the pile of rocks on the second peak, there is a person sitting upright. This person has delicate features and a scholarly expression. He holds a folding fan and swings it gently. The black hair on his temples flutters in the wind, which makes him look even more extraordinary.

"King Wen?" Zhao Yufan asked casually, glanced at the scholar in front of him, and asked calmly, "You don't want to compete for literary talents, do you?"

This person is none other than King Wen among the Twelve Kings of Lianyun Mountain. He loves literature and often considers himself a scholar. But the point is that he has never read a book since he was a child. .

"You teach me to write a character, as long as I learn it, you can leave!" King Wen said gently, shaking his folding fan.

"Any word is fine?" Zhao Yufan asked.

"Yeah! But I don't learn simple characters!" King Wen said rather proudly.

The corner of Zhao Yufan's mouth raised slightly, and he asked jokingly, "The word door, is it okay?"

The word door is a simple font, and he is deliberately humiliating King Wen.

King Wen's swinging folding fan suddenly stopped, and he replied seriously: "Yes!"

"Uh..." Zhao Yufan was speechless for a moment, and asked full of doubts, "You don't know?"

"will not!"

"Okay!" Zhao Yufan nodded helplessly, squatted on the ground and wrote the word "door", pointing to the ground and said, "This is the door, the door of the gate, will it be?"

King Wen nodded seriously, and said seriously: "Yes!" After speaking, he picked up the branch and started writing on the ground.

After finishing writing, he looked at the door written by Zhao Yufan, then at the door written by himself, shook his head and said, "The two 'doors' are not the same."

Glancing at the door written by King Wen, Zhao Yufan was so angry that he almost spurted blood, and he froze in place, opening his mouth and not knowing what to say.

(End of this chapter)