With water and dry food, it is equivalent to the guarantee of survival, and more or less peace of mind.
The two deep-sea pearls in Jiang Lingfei's hand were picked up from the underground palace, and there were some rotten and brittle sawdust beside them. Judging from the scattered shape, "before he was alive" should be a lantern. Because the lighting range of the Deep Sea Pearl is extremely limited and there are many traps on the wall, it took the two of them a long time to roughly figure out the layout of the entire underground palace.
"More than a dozen skeletons are gathered in one place. Is there an exit there?" Jiang Lingfei slowly gnawed at the cake in his hand, analyzing, "Otherwise, according to common sense, after being trapped, they should disperse to find a way out. If you want to die, you should die in all directions, and die in many institutions."
"There is another possibility, do you want to listen?" Ji Yanran hooked her fingers.
Jiang Lingfei hurriedly approached.
Ji Yanran said: "If according to what you said, they gathered in one place because they knew there was an exit, then they should work together to push it away, even if they can't push it away, at least there should be traces of digging and impact on the nearby stone wall. But I just took a look at it, and it was clean."
What does that mean? Jiang Lingfei frowned, and after a while, he said discouragedly: "You better shut up."
Ji Yanran raised her eyebrows: "If you don't want to admit it, you have to admit it. Those people have never walked around since they fell into the underground palace."
There are only two explanations for this situation. First, they were thrown in after death, but the sitting posture of the corpses does not look like that, that is the second type. This group of people know that once they are trapped here, there is absolutely no way out, so they did not waste their efforts , just sit and wait for death.
Jiang Lingfei was silent, and after a while, he said sadly: "If I knew this, I should have arranged a decent marriage for Xiaohong." Now it's all right, if I can't get out, my old friend may be dragged to match a donkey , regenerates a mule.
"If these people can't be found, we may not be able to find them." Ji Yanran said, "Besides, the fortune-telling Taoist priest also said that if you and I are in danger this time, noble people will come to help you."
"Who could it be?" Jiang Lingfei asked eagerly, "Sister Fairy?"
Ji Yanran patted him on the back: "It's possible."
So don't be discouraged, your little red still has a chance to find a rich marriage.
Before going up the mountain, Ji Yanran made an agreement with his subordinates that a signal flare would be set off every night to show that he was safe and sound. So on the first night when he was involved in the underground palace, he did not wait for the signal flares for his subordinates, so he already guessed that the two of them might be in trouble, but the cliff was slippery and steep, and it was difficult to rescue them. Two roads, one road climbed up with difficulty in the rain, and the other road speeded up to deliver news to the post station.
The post officer rushed to Yongle state capital day and night, he bumped into Wei Lie first on the road, and then bumped into Yun Yifeng and his group who were following him. Hearing that Ji Yanran was trapped on Changying Peak, Yun Yifeng didn't delay for a moment. After discussing with Wei Lie hastily, after deciding on the future deployment, he continued to go in the direction of Guangming Mountain, and finally arrived in the afternoon of this day.
At the foot of the mountain, Yun Yifeng coughed while supporting the tree, before he took a breath.
He had to go through many hardships along the way, relying on the decoction of ghost thorns to hang his life, coupled with the careful care of Qingyue and Ling Xing'er, he barely made it to Yongle Prefecture. It's just that although the person has not fallen down, the inside is already like a sieve full of holes, only lightly wrapped with a layer of tulle, it looks bright and bright, but if you touch it a little, holes will be poked out.
It was still raining in the sky, and the cliffs were extremely slippery. Looking up, the peak was almost submerged in heavy black clouds. If it were normal, this road would be flat to Yun Yifeng, but this time is different, Qingyue remembered the blood he vomited last night, and was even more worried, saying: "Let me carry Master on my back. .”
Yun Yifeng asked: "If someone sees you after going up, what should you say?"
Qingyue replied: "Let's just say that Master is too lazy to walk because he is used to rich clothes and fine food."
Yun Yifeng patted him approvingly, stretched out his arms and just lay on his apprentice's back, when suddenly footsteps came from behind him.
Everyone turned their heads in unison, and saw a light sedan chair carried by four masked girls, flying from the treetops, the snow-white veils hanging around were fluttering in the wind and rain, and the fragrance of flowers was overflowing, like a fairy maiden descending.
Ling Xing'er said happily: "Ah, it's Sister Weilu, has she also come from Jinling herself?"
The light sedan chair landed gracefully on the ground, and a white-clothed woman came out of it, looking at her beautiful and generous, she said with a smile, "I thought I was the only one who was late at Hualuo Palace, but it turned out that Master Yunmen was there to accompany me, so I feel more at ease now."
The woman's name is Ning Weilu, the lord of Hualuo Palace, she had done business with Yun Yifeng in the early years, and the two are considered friends.
"I was delayed on the road for a few days." Yun Yifeng said, "Why, Palace Master Ning also came for King Chang'an's tomb?"
"It's not for the sake of snatching, but I'm just curious. It's so magical, I just want to know what's inside." Ning Weilu picked up the hem of her skirt to avoid getting wet, "Let's go, you and I will wait later." , I'm afraid the leader will really blame him."
Yun Yifeng said: "Wait a minute!"
Ning Weilu turned to look at him: "What's the matter?"
Yun Yifeng brazenly stretched out his hand and pointed: "My leg suddenly hurts, can I sit in Palace Master Ning's sedan chair?"
Qingyue: "..."
The girl carrying the sedan chair: "..."
Ning Weilu smiled and nodded: "Of course, if Master Yunmen doesn't dislike it, just sit down."
She spoke, looked up at the cliff again, and jumped up with ease, her figure was like a white sparrow. The four girls carried Yun Yifeng and followed closely behind. Qingyue and Ling Xing'er hurriedly followed, leaving only the remaining disciples of the Fengyumen, guarding the foot of the mountain with Guici and his party.
Zhu'er silently packed the dry firewood, and after a long time, she suddenly cursed bitterly: "She is worthy of wearing the same white as the young master?"
The ghost stabbed as if he hadn't heard anything, just half closed his eyes, and sneered.
A lot of people from the rivers and lakes had already gathered at the top of Guangming Peak, and they were chatting with each other. Suddenly, they saw a white soft sedan descending from the sky. The number one beauty in Jinling, but after the veil was lifted, the person who came out of it was beautiful, and indeed immortal, but the gender was not right.
Yun Yifeng clasped his fists coolly: "You all came to greet me with smiles on your faces, I am really flattered and flattered."
The news spread elsewhere, and the rest of the people were surprised to hear that even he had come here in person. He secretly thought that the Fengyumen usually didn't like to join in the fun, but this time it suddenly appeared, could it be that there was really news about the tomb of King Chang'an
Ignoring everyone's probing eyes, Qingyue took a chair and just sat down with Yun Yifeng supported, when another person came to say hello: "Master Yunmen, don't come here without any problems!"
The middle-aged man who spoke looked refined and elegant, with a beautiful beard and long beard, and an exquisite golden abacus hanging on his waist. He was not like a man in the Jianghu, but more like an accountant. It was Jiang Lingfei's uncle, Jiang Nandou, the head of the Jiang family. Like Yun Yifeng, he also came back to participate in the martial arts conference for the first time since Li Qinghai took over as the leader of the alliance.
Yun Yifeng respectfully said: "Senior Jiang."
"I haven't heard that the master of Yunmen will come." Jiang Nandou greeted, "Why, is this a temporary accident?"
"It's not an accident." Yun Yifeng wrote lightly, "It's just that someone has asked Fengyumen to investigate the tomb of King Chang'an before, and now it's finally gone—"
Before he finished speaking, there was a "boom" surrounded by people, which surprised Qingyue who was whispering to Ling Xing'er.
Yun Yifeng said with a good temper: "Everyone, don't worry, since everyone has already reached a consensus that the tomb of King Chang'an belongs to the entire martial arts community, so naturally we have to wait for Li Mengzhu to discuss the follow-up matters."
"What else is there to discuss?" The impatient one immediately yelled loudly, "Tell me where the treasure is, and let's dig it up and share it together. It just so happens that the ones who came back here are all big pies, and there are no miscellaneous fish." If you mess around and make a fool of yourself, no one will lose."
This proposal was immediately approved. Ling Xing'er was blocked from the crowd, but she was shocked when she heard it, how did Feng Yumen know about the tomb of King Chang'an? I have never inquired about it at all, the master of the door is talking nonsense, then in the future... She was a little dizzy, and quietly grabbed the sleeve of her senior brother and looked at it. explain.
Did he ignore the rules of Fengyumen and Wulin
When the two were worried, there was another commotion outside the crowd. It turned out that the leader had arrived.
Li Qinghai was over forty years old, and he was in the prime of life. His face was rosy and his voice was like a bell, and he had a righteous appearance, not to mention his kung fu, just standing there made people feel very reliable. Among all the people present, only Jiangnan Dou, when he saw him coming, he showed disdain, although he kept silent, the eyes in his heart might have already rolled to the sky.
Yun Yifeng said: "Master Li."
"I just listened in the forest, Master Yunmen has found the whereabouts of King Chang'an's tomb?" Li Qinghai didn't beat around the bush, "I don't know if it's true or not?"
Yun Yifeng nodded: "I did hear the news, so I didn't dare to delay, and rushed to inform the leader as soon as possible."
Li Qinghai asked: "Where is it?"
His voice was loud, to show that he was upright and bright, and he had no secrets, and Yun Yifeng answered quite loudly.
"The top of Changying Peak!"
"Then what are you waiting for?" Jiangnan Dou didn't want to participate in this martial arts conference at all. It was all because of the tomb of King Chang'an that he was willing to condescend to come here. Wishing to see Li Qinghai's face again, he turned around and left with his disciples, leaving only a large empty stool.
Seeing him leave, the rest of the people were also anxious. After all, there are only so many tombs in total. If they go late and all the good ones are picked up by the Jiang family, then... thinking about it, they started buzzing again. Li Qinghai was angry However, Jiangnan Dou's impolite behavior couldn't move the Jiang family for a moment, so he said: "Forget it, it's important to take the tomb first, let's go to Changying Peak first!"
All of a sudden, there were crowds of people on Guangming Peak, and all the people slid down the cliff one after another. If a woodcutter saw it from the opposite side, they might think it was hawks flying around the mountain. Beside the forest, the chairs were overturned, the tea on the table was still steaming, but there was no sign of the heroes of the rivers and lakes. The group of ghost stabbing guards at the foot of the mountain came in without knowing it, and saw a large group of people jumping down like this, and rushed to the other side in unison, as if they were possessed by a demon. Zhu'er couldn't help but said anxiously: "This...can't it be that something happened to the young master?"
"What could happen to him." Ghost stabbed his mouth and looked up, "I guess he's coming down soon."
Yun Yifeng was still sitting on the chair, and the fist that had been clenched tightly just now loosened weakly.
Qingyue asked in a low voice: "Master, why don't you try to win over Jiangnan Dou? He is Mr. Jiang's uncle, maybe he will figure out a way, then we don't have to lie."
"There are distinct factions within the Jiang family, and Jiang Sanshao has lived in the royal city for a long time, and his relationship with Jiangnan Dou is not close." Yun Yifeng said, "If you first talk about the matter of the prince and Jiang Sanshao being trapped in the agency, after he refuses If it is mentioned that the tomb is buried in Changying Peak, a fool would not believe it, and maybe Jiangnan Dou will speak out to stop his nephew because he is in the agency, worried that everyone will suspect him. This kind of thing must not be risked."
Ling Xing'er stood aside, didn't know what to say, and finally just squatted in front of him, with red eyes and said: "Then what should we do after the Fengyumen?"
"With you and Qingyue, Fengyumen can still hold on." Yun Yifeng smiled palely, and straightened the broken hair on her forehead, "I found out the wrong news by myself, so what has it to do with Fengyumen? Moon knows what to do."
Ling Xing'er wiped away her tears: "Without Master, Fengyumen is nothing like Fengyumen."
"My body can't last too long." Yun Yifeng coughed twice, and then ordered, "Go, catch up with those people in the rivers and lakes, get the mechanism map, and destroy the dead gate of Kuchan no matter what. , rescue the prince."
"What about the sect master?" Ling Xing'er held his hand.
Yun Yifeng said: "The ghost thorn will not let me die."
"No, I must accompany the sect master." Ling Xing'er insisted, "Let the senior brother save the prince."
Qingyue also persuaded: "Xing'er has a delicate personality and can't stand being wronged. If she hears slanderous remarks about Fengyumen, she might call her back on the spot, so she should stay with Master."
"Go quickly." Ling Xing'er urged, "Don't delay to save the prince."
Qingyue nodded, and she also fell down the cliff with Yun Yifeng on her back, Zhu'er rushed to meet her: "Young master."
Gui Ji tsk tsk: "Those people in the martial arts world were so easily persuaded by you?"
"Look for a secluded house." Yun Yifeng glanced at him, suppressing the pain in his heart, "Aren't you not allowed to run around? In the future, if you wish, I will lie on the bed all day long and wait obediently. You heal."
A sinister smile appeared on Guici's face, and he stared at him with satisfaction for a long time, then suddenly pulled him onto the horse's back, and led him away.
Yun Yifeng was exhausted, her upper body couldn't hold herself back and she threw herself forward. Her thin ribs were stuck in the saddle, as if they were broken. Slowly soaking the line of sight, in the end, the senses were completely cut off.
Then there is a dream that is so long that there is almost no end. The scattered fragments are colorful and suspended, floating in the surrounding fields like stray fireflies, seeming to have flashed past the snow on Misty Peak, the moon in Wangxing City, and the flowers in Wangcheng, old lady The concubine smiled and sat in the courtyard basking in the sun, and... and... Yun Yifeng was so anxious that he tried desperately to catch the person in the ball of light and shadow, but only caught a handful of empty air.
His body fell into the air suddenly, and he woke up profusely sweating.
"Master!"
"Young master!"
There were two calls at the same time.
Yun Yifeng panted and sat up, her lips were chapped, and it took a long time before she asked, "Where is this?"
The spider replied: "Young Master, this is Zhangtai Village."
"So it's Brother Zhang's house." Yun Yifeng rubbed his forehead and asked again, "How long have I been in a coma?"
"It's been a day and a night." Ling Xing'er fed him water, "Chicken porridge is still hot on the stove, is the master hungry, do you want to have a bite first?"
Zhu'er looked at her resentfully: "You idiot, you have to eat even if you are not hungry, otherwise how will you take medicine later?"
Ling Xing'er didn't like this group of people at first, but seeing her eyeballs staring straight at this time, as if she was about to stare out, she was even more angry, if it wasn't for fear of disturbing Yun Yifeng's rest, maybe He has already cursed back like a cannonball.
Fortunately, I followed, otherwise, how could this group of lunatics take good care of the sect master