"What to do now?" Fatty asked in a low voice.
"Let's take a look first before talking." Nanfeng said. The man fifty feet away was dressed as a warrior. He must be about thirty years old. He was sitting in the shade of a big tree. There were several large blocks not far away. Big bluestone.
"That man is dozing off. Let's go around and arrest him." The fat man said.
"Then what?" Nanfeng asked.
The fat man stopped answering. He only found that there was a chance to restrain the other party, but he didn't think about what to do after restraining the other party.
Nan Feng looked intently into the distance. The man brought a single sword with him and placed it not far from him. The single sword was very ordinary and not a sharp weapon. Looking at the man himself, his appearance and clothing don't look like a master with special skills.
Apart from a single knife, the man carried no other items, no baggage, and no water jars or dry food around him.
It was early summer, and the vegetation in the mountains was lush. There were inconspicuous trampling marks in the area where the man was. The trampling marks were mainly concentrated between where the man was currently sitting and the pile of bluestones not far away.
"This person is just an errand boy, not a master. The vent of the secret room should be in the pile of bluestones." Nanfeng whispered.
"I still don't understand, what do you want to do when you look for the vent?" the fat man asked.
"At present, it seems that Uncle Wang is likely to be trapped in the secret room. The specific length of time he has been trapped is unknown. However, according to Li Chaozong's movements, it seems that Uncle Wang has been trapped for at least five days. If there is no food in the secret room, Wang Uncle is probably starving to death now. If the vent is not very small, we can deliver food from the vent to the secret room," Nanfeng said.
The fat man casually picked up a piece of thatch and held it in his mouth, "This is indeed a way, but I think since King Yao used the secret room to take refuge, he should prepare food and drink in it."
Nanfeng shook his head, "I don't think so. There are so many experts protecting him at the foot of the mountain. Uncle Wang thinks he can sit back and relax. This secret room should be just a warehouse where he stores his things, not a place for him to take refuge. It's just that he was forced to panic." That’s why I hid inside.”
"If there's no food inside, we have to bring food in quickly, so this guy doesn't starve to death," the fat man said.
Nanfeng nodded, then began to bow and retreat, "Let's get out of here first."
The two of them carefully backed away and reached a safe place. Nanfeng said, "We don't know how big the vent is, and we can't observe it from close range. Once we restrain that person, others may notice it, so We can't touch him until we're ready, let's go, go out and prepare food first, and prepare the food before we start."
The fat man nodded in agreement, and the two of them walked around the front mountain and returned the same way.
When they arrived at the county town outside the city, it was almost dark. They found a food shop, and together with the shopkeeper's money, they rushed to make dry food overnight.
For the sake of preventing insects and moisture, the vents cannot be opened very large. Naturally, the smaller the food, the better. Loose fried rice is the best choice, and it weighs dozens of kilograms.
There is also soup, a pot of very thin rice soup. I am worried that it will not flow down, so I dare not make it too thick.
While the shopkeeper was cooking, Nanfeng borrowed a pen and paper and wrote down the situation outside and the fact that Li Chaozong invited Mr. Gongshu from Momen, and briefly informed him of what he would do later.
"Don't forget to write your name." The fat man came over holding the rice bowl. "If you don't write your name, how will he know who gave it to you?"
"Yes, it must be written down." Nanfeng nodded. Doing good deeds without leaving a name may seem aloof, but in fact, it is suspected of seeking fame and fame to please the public. What's more, the two of them have plans in the first place, so they have to write it down.
Nanfeng didn't have a surname, so he could only write his name. After writing, he handed the written letter to the fat man.
The fat man drank up the rice porridge, put down his rice bowl, took the letter, and read it column by column from right to left.
"If he is burning a fire and making smoke, are you really going to rob the birdcage?" The fat man frowned and grinned. Nanfeng wrote a rescue plan in the letter. Since the two of them were unable to rescue themselves, they could only use external forces. Nanfeng's plan He wanted to release the homing pigeons in the wooden houses in front of the mountain. He asked experts from various sects to help him. If Uncle Wang agreed with his approach, he would try to create smoke in the secret room. If Nanfeng saw the smoke coming from the vents, he would try to release it. Those homing pigeons.
"There is no other way. Sending food in will treat the symptoms but not the root cause. Uncle Wang will be in trouble when Li Chaozong comes back. Only by inviting masters from various sects can we draw out the fire." Nanfeng picked up the fat man's rice bowl and went to the back room to fill the porridge.
When he came back, Fatty had already finished reading the letter, "Why did you write my Buddhist name on it?"
"We have to let him know that we did this, otherwise what will happen if he only gives me one pill after it's done?" Nan Feng sat down at the table.
"This is not going to happen easily," the fat man curled his lips and shook his head, "If we don't talk about anything else, let's just grab the bird cage. If we touch the bird cage, those people in the world will definitely beat us to death."
"There's nothing we can do about it. We can't defeat them, so we can only invite them over." Nanfeng put down his rice bowl and picked up his brush again, "You go out and buy a candle and come back. This letter must be sealed with wax."
The fat man nodded in agreement and went out to buy wax. Candles were very rare and expensive at this time. Most people used oil lamps and candles were not common.
The second letter had very few words, only a few words, which meant to tell Uncle Wang that they had seen the smoke and would find a way to release the carrier pigeon as soon as possible.
The fat man came back from buying candles, and the two of them lit the candles and used wax to wrap the folded book as hard as they could into two wax balls the size of fingertips.
After doing this, Nan Feng picked up the porridge bowl, but instead of drinking the porridge, he was in a daze holding the rice bowl.
The fat man filled his pocket with fried rice and a water jar with rice porridge. After he was ready, he saw that Nan Feng hadn't eaten yet, so he urged him, "What are you thinking about? Eat quickly, and leave as soon as possible after eating."
It was okay if the fat man didn't say it, but when he did, Nanfeng put down his job and frowned even more.
"What's wrong?" The fat man came over.
"Nothing, let's go." Nanfeng stood up.
The two left the food shop with dry food and rice porridge and walked north. This place is located in the hinterland of the Liang Kingdom. The city is not high and the defense by officers and soldiers was not tight at night. The two jumped out from the northwest of the city wall.
There is a moon in the sky and wind in the forest. The two of them are walking very fast.
"What are you thinking about?" Fatty asked. The two grew up together and were very familiar with each other. Although Fatty didn't know what Nanfeng was thinking, he knew that he must be thinking about something.
"Once we take action, we will have a deadly feud with Li Chaozong." Nanfeng said.
"It's as if you and Li Chaozong are living enemies now," the fat man curled his lips disdainfully.
"I'm afraid of hurting my eldest brother." Nanfeng said. Lu Pingchuan letting the two go before must have caused dissatisfaction among the Li family. It is still unknown what Lu Pingchuan is doing now. If Li Chaozong continues to mess up, Li Chaozong will definitely He hates Lu Pingchuan even more, because if Lu Pingchuan had not let them go that day, there would not have been so many complications.
"The eldest brother should have led the troops on the expedition by now. Li Chaozong can't scold him before the battle. Besides, we did this. What does it have to do with eldest brother?" The fat man disagreed.
Nanfeng still had concerns, but had no choice but to say, "Zhuge Chanjuan may be on the mountain too. If reinforcements come, don't take her too."
"So you are thinking about your wife?" The fat man looked like he suddenly understood.
"She is not my wife," Nanfeng retorted sternly, then softened his tone, "But Zhuge Chanjuan is still good to me. Before, after the fire rain in Qilin Town, she was worried about my safety and ran back eagerly. Look for me. And the two Taoists sent by Yuqing Sect to arrest us may have been poisoned by her."
"You have so many ideas, you can figure it out yourself." The fat man thought lazily.
While rushing on the road, Nanfeng had been thinking about how to make Zhuge Chanjuan aware of the danger and leave as soon as possible, and at the same time rescue Uncle Wang. These two things were in conflict, because he could not get close to the small courtyard in the mountain, so he could only try to notify him from the outside, and While notifying Zhuge Chanjuan, Li Chaozong's party and Wang Zhong will also notice, and once they notice, they may prevent him from flying carrier pigeons to rescue Uncle Wang.
It was the third watch when the two returned to Fengming Mountain. Nanfeng did not rush to get close to the vent, but stopped from a distance. He did not have spiritual energy cultivation and could not see at night. He had to wait until dawn before taking action. The most important thing is that the homing pigeons in the houses down the mountain will only be taken out of the houses for air after dawn.
In the early hours of the morning, Nanfeng woke up the fat man and said, "Get up and discuss the details."
The fat man scratched the mosquito-bitten blisters on his face, "You say it, and I listen."
"When we start later, we'll keep him alive, knock the man unconscious, and then pour the dry food and rice porridge in as quickly as possible. When we see the smoke, we immediately run down the mountain and start flying the homing pigeons together. They release them secretly at first, and then release them as soon as possible after they are discovered. , don’t stop even if you get beaten, the more homing pigeons you release, the more people will come." Nanfeng said.
"Okay." The fat man nodded in agreement.
"It's up to you to take action in a moment. When hitting, use the strength to make sure that the blow is knocked out and not for too long." Nanfeng warned.
"What do you mean you can't faint for too long?" The fat man was confused.
"I have to let him return to report the news after he wakes up. I don't want the warriors of Liang State to block Wang Zhong and others in Fengming Mountain. I have to let them detect the danger and evacuate in time before the masters of the various sects arrive." Nanfeng said.
"Are you doing it for your wife?" Fatty asked with a smile.
"Let's go, it's almost time, everyone down the mountain is awake." Nanfeng stood up.
The two of them moved westward with the dry food. When they arrived fifty feet away, the fat man put down his bag and tiptoed toward the man who was taking a nap.
Early in the morning is the sleepiest time. When the man heard the noise and looked back, the fat man was punching his fist, and his fist as big as a bowl hit his forehead, knocking him down.
Nanfeng trotted over with the food, first tested the man's breathing, then came to the bluestone, pushed away a few large rocks, and found a hole in the mountain rock. The hole was the size of a cup mouth, round, and obvious. It was dug manually, but at this time the tunnel had been blocked with wet cloth.
Seeing this situation, Nanfeng felt a chill in his heart. It had been several days, and Uncle Wang might have been suffocated to death...