The fat man had great strength, and without the help of the master and the south wind, he stepped forward and squatted to exert his strength, and directly lifted the carriage from the mud pit, shrugged his shoulders and pushed out of the mud pit. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The master is not a person in the rivers and lakes, but a businessman, seeing that the fat man is amazingly powerful, long and powerful, he has the heart to accept him as a bodyguard.

The fat man wanted to refuse, but at a glance he found that the south wind was glaring at him, so he agreed.

In this way, the two of them naturally hitched a ride.

There are more than ten miles of the road into the mountain, when the horse-drawn carriage arrives at the foot of the Fengming Mountain, this Fengming Mountain has a good weather, there is the Chongshan Mountain as the backing, there is the beautiful water in front of the surrounding, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, shelter from the wind and the rising sun.

There is a bluestone archway at the foot of the mountain, and the right pillar is engraved with a couplet, "easy to change the way of heaven." The left pillar is engraved with the next couplet, "Gains and losses should be yin and yang." "Engraved horizontal batch" does not give up. ”

The archway is not small, and the square under the mountain is also large, but there are not many buildings on the mountain, only a small courtyard on the mountainside, but seven or eight rooms, hidden in the shade of the trees.

There are more than a dozen houses on the left and right of the road up the mountain, although these wooden houses are next to each other but independent, the weather is hot, the doors and windows are open, and you can see that there are people in the rivers and lakes in shape.

"Why is there no one?" It shouldn't be the first time I've listened to Shang Jia's words.

"What are those wooden houses for? Why are there bird cages hanging in front of the door? The fat man asked the coachman.

"The strong man doesn't know, the people who live here are all the masters sent by the various sects to protect the divine doctor, and the cages are all carrier pigeons, if someone is wild in Fengming Mountain and these masters don't live in the town, they will release the carrier pigeons, and then call the masters to help." The coachman replied.

"The King of Southern Medicine has such a big face, so many sects have sent people to protect him." The fat man smacks his tongue.

As the two spoke, Shang Jia walked to one of the wooden houses, and before he could reach them, a man stepped out of the wooden house and greeted him warmly.

Looking at this person's clothes, he should not be a person in the martial arts, but a person in the gatehouse.

This person seemed to know Shang Jia, and when the two saw each other, Shang Jia secretly stuffed two silver taels to him, and then the two spoke in a low voice.

After a while, Shang Jia returned, shaking his head in frustration, "It's unfortunate that the divine doctor is treating the injuries of a big man, and he won't see any outsiders this month." ”

Nanfeng and the fat man looked at each other when they heard this, and the king of Nanyao really had an accident.

"Let's go, go out of the mountain, stay at the inn until the end of the month." Shang Jia said.

Nanfeng and the fat man made excuses, sent the merchant away, and stayed.

Before leaving, the merchant repeatedly told him, only that those people in the rivers and lakes were all fierce, and the two of them must not get entangled in trouble.

"Today is the tenth day of the new year." The fat man said.

Nanfeng nodded.

"What should I do?" The fat man asked.

The south wind did not answer.

"With them watching, we can't go up the mountain." The fat man said again.

The south wind still did not answer.

"It's really not possible, just tell them the truth and let them go up the mountain to have a look." The fat man said.

The south wind did not open his mouth yet.

"We also have merit in reporting the news." The fat man said again.

Nanfeng shook his head, "I'm not worried that I won't be able to get the pill, the key is that people won't believe it if we say it, you go and try it, you tell them that Uncle Wang has been held hostage, and they will beat you on the head and bleed." ”

"No need to try, I believe," the fat man shook his head, "just say what you want." ”

"Let me think about it." The south wind waved his hand.

"Don't think about it on the road, let them see that it's time to come." The fat man dragged the south wind into the woods.

After entering the woods, the two found a hidden high place and overlooked Fengming Mountain in the distance.

Due to the distance, coupled with the trees to cover it, they couldn't see the situation of the mountainside courtyard at all, but the two of them saw something else, those people in the rivers and lakes of the wooden houses under the mountain did not only guard the front of the mountain, but every other stick of incense, someone circled around Fengming Mountain.

"What kind of trees are those trees that bloom red flowers?" The fat man stretched out his hand and pointed north.

"I haven't seen it, I don't recognize it." Nanfeng shook his head.

"They were all wandering around the circle of red-flowered trees, which were probably used for demarcation." The fat man said.

Nanfeng nodded.

"When they turn back, let's sneak in." Fat man suggests.

"It's easy to touch, I'm afraid that those flowering trees are poisonous." Nanfeng shook his head, Qihuang's technique and poison art are all connected, and Qihuang's holy hands are all masters of poison.

"Grab a living creature and try it." The fat man came up with another idea.

Nanfeng thought about it, and felt that the fat man's idea was feasible, so the two quietly slipped to Dongshan, and caught a frog from the stream along the way, but when they reached the safflower tree, Nanfeng threw the frog away, no need to try, the safflower tree was poisonous, and there were snakes and insect corpses below.

"Well, if only we could fly through the air." The fat man sighed.

"You don't necessarily get in if you fly through the air." Nanfeng stretched out his hand and pointed at a dead crow in the distance.

"Amitabha, Amitabha." The fat man chanted the Buddha's name, but his face did not show sadness, but looked left and right, "Why don't you set a fire and burn the tree?" ”

"I finally know why you don't have an enemy." Nanfeng glanced at the fat man.

"Why?" The fat man wondered.

"You've been staying in the temple, and if you are released, you will offend more people than I do, and you will set fires," Nanfeng pointed down the mountain, "Those people can come over in a few ups and downs, and before the fire burns, we will be caught by others." ”

"This can't be done, that's not possible, what do you say?" The fat man was in a hurry.

"Don't worry, let me think." The south wind waved his hand.

The fat man was not in a hurry, and he waited for an hour, and Nanfeng didn't come up with any good ideas.

Boredom waiting, the fat man fell asleep from the rising sun.

Not long after he fell asleep, Nanfeng pushed him, "Let's go, go to the back mountain to find it." ”

"Looking for what?" The fat man is sleepy-eyed.

"Uncle Wang likes to collect strange things, after so many years, he should have collected a lot of things, but there is only that small courtyard on the mountain, and the things he got will definitely not be able to put down." Nanfeng said.

"What do you mean?" The fat man is not completely sober.

"There must be a big secret room in Fengming Mountain, and the secret room should be in the mountain behind that small courtyard, I suspect that Uncle Wang was not held by them, but hidden in the secret room." The south wind takes the lead.

The fat man followed, "If there was a back door in the secret room, he would have run away a long time ago, so do you have to wait for us to find it?" ”

"It's not the back door, it's a vent, there must be a vent in the secret room, otherwise how can you ventilate from the inside?" Nanfeng said.

The fat man thought about it and felt that what Nanfeng said made sense, so he didn't ask again.

The two of them came to the back mountain from Dongshan, the back mountain is full of vegetation, and the vent is definitely not very large, and trying to find the vent in such a large area is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack.

"How can I find this?" The fat man is worried.

"It didn't take much effort to get here, someone has already helped us find it," Nanfeng pointed to the northwest, "next to the bluestone fifty zhang away." ”

The fat man followed the south wind and looked to the northwest, "I saw that person by the river." ”

"He is Li Chaozong's minion." Nanfeng squatted down.

The fat man also squatted down, "How do you know that where he's sitting is the vent?" ”

"It's not a vent, why is he staying there......"