As soon as he touted this, Zhang Xiaosheng immediately cleared his throat and said, "Of course, I'm just afraid that Miss Song will be bored here." ”

Song Ying'er immediately said: "Brother Zhang is really kind-hearted, but serving the young master is the duty of a concubine." ”

Being praised by Song Ying'er like this, Zhang Xiaosheng only felt that his bones were a little soft, since he saw this woman in the annex, he was almost immediately "fascinated", so even if Song Ying'er proposed to go to the tower to see Fang Ling, he agreed without hesitation, in order to win the favor of this woman, so that he could kiss Fangze, so what Song Ying'er asked along the way, he also had to answer.

Song Ying'er seems to have never been in contact with such a strong martial arts, and he is also a disciple of an immortal, and along the way, his eyes are like stars flashing, and his words are full of worship. Update the fastest mobile phone: ://

In order to cultivate immortals and gain Taoism, Zhang Xiaosheng has changed his life as a young man in the past few years, and has cultivated well, but the "lust" heart in his bones cannot be changed.

Thinking about it, the master will not come to this level anyway, and when Fang Ling dies, while Song Ying'er is sad, won't he become her only support?

At that time, this beauty will be able to become a thing in the bag, enjoy it day and night, and the day is not a wonderful thing?

Thinking like this, Zhang Xiaosheng waved his hand generously and said, "Okay, then Miss Song, you can stay here, I will open the other room, and you will have a place to rest." ”

When Zhang Xiaosheng came back alone, he said to Fang Ling, "Young Master Fang, this tower is a place for Qing cultivation, and you can't tolerate the slightest 'obscene' thing, you have to remember this." ”

Fang Ling hurriedly said, "Brother Zhang is too worried, Miss Song is just a maid by my side." ”

"That's good, that's good. Zhang Xiaosheng was overjoyed, and glanced at the lock road, "I won't lock this door, you have to rest well today, because in two more days, you will have to work hard." ”

"Thank you Brother Zhang for reminding me. Fang Ling secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, walked to the tower hall, and watched Zhang Xiaosheng leave, when Zhang Xiaosheng came to the staircase, he also locked the iron door at the staircase, and in this way, the road to the seventh floor was also cut off.

Seeing Zhang Xiaosheng leaving, Song Ying'er hurriedly hurried over and said worriedly: "Your Highness, how is your health? Look, your face is so pale." ”

Her voice trembled slightly, and she reached out to caress Fang Ling's face in a trembling voice.

Fang Ling let her hand press on her face, looking at the "revealed" concern in her eyes, he couldn't help but have a warm current in his heart, and he couldn't help but sigh softly: "What are you doing here?"

Song Ying'er looked at the young man in front of her lovingly, and said softly: "Although His Highness didn't say it on the note, but let an outsider pass on the news, and the concubine knew that His Highness's situation was very dangerous. ”

"You still come knowing that I'm in danger?" Fang Ling said reproachfully.

Song Ying'er stared at the young man and said, "Your Highness saved me from danger, how can the concubine stand by and watch? ”

Fang Ling was so moved when he heard this, and he didn't want this topic to be too heavy, so he smiled and said: "I knew this was the case, I would have sent the note to Brother Lu and them, let you come over, it's really like a sheep in the mouth of a tiger, haven't you seen Zhang Xiaosheng's eyes, I can't wait to swallow you." ”

Song Ying'er heard what he said interestingly, she couldn't help but sneer, the jade wrist moved slightly, and a silver needle was "exposed" between her fingers, and there was a faint light in the dim light in the tower, she chuckled: "Your Highness can say that Ying'er is too useless, Ying'er's flying needle is not vegetarian, and the flying needle is still stained with poisonous 'liquid', the body of the middle person will be instantly paralyzed and unable to move, if the surnamed Zhang really dares to hit the idea of the concubine, the concubine will definitely let him leave!"

Fang Ling heard the evil spirit in her words, and his heart was a little relieved, Song Ying'er's flying needle was originally taught in Tsing Yi Fang, and in the past few years, under the teaching of Dong Canghai and other guards, plus the pill 'medicine' refined by Fang Ling, the cultivation has been promoted to the rank of the rigid force realm, and within dozens of zhang, the flying needle has been hit by hundreds of shots.

This silver needle is a hidden weapon designed and created by Huang Jian, it looks no different from an ordinary silver needle, but it has a hidden mystery, coupled with the paralyzing toxin concocted by Song Ying'er herself, even Fang Ling has to be careful to deal with it.

As soon as Fang Ling thought of this, he said, "Since the matter has come to this, then we can only act carefully. ”

Song Ying'er nodded and said, "Then what are your highness's plans now?"

Fang Ling's gaze turned around in the tower hall, fell on the stairs of the ninth floor, and said lightly: "The plan depends on whether grandpa they are above this tower or not, I have already seen the first eight floors, it seems that there is no place to hide people, so only this ninth floor." ”

Song Ying'er said, "Then let's go up." ”

Fang Ling nodded, walked down the tower hall towards the stairs, and when he turned the corner and came to the entrance of the ninth floor, he found a heavy fine iron gate blocking in front of him, and there was a heavy lock on the door, and the door was still wrapped with a long and thick chain.

Song Ying'er fixed her eyes and said happily: "Your Highness, there are traces of someone 'touching' on this chain, someone must have opened this big lock." ”

Fang Ling actually had a premonition in his heart, because when Zhang Xiaosheng delivered the meal before, judging from the footsteps, he was coming towards the ninth floor, that is to say, there must be someone imprisoned on the ninth floor, but I don't know if it is my grandfather.

He stretched out his hand to "touch" the iron door, three meals a day, Zhang Xiaosheng had to send it, if he found that the iron door had traces of destruction, then it would be troublesome.

Immediately, his eyes fell on the wall next to the iron gate, and when he saw the neatly stacked bricks, he immediately had an idea, which were much more inconspicuous than the iron gate.

Fang Ling took it out and "inserted" it along the gap around the brick, fortunately, the length was longer than the width of the brick, so that after the sharp blade slashed along the four walls of the brick, the brick loosened a little.

However, it is not easy to pry out tightly bonded bricks. So Fang Ling had to destroy the bricks in the end, of course, from the bottom of the most inconspicuous wall.

In fact, these bricks are also made of very strong mountain rock, and the hardness is several times harder than the city wall, but how can the sharpness of the cultivator's magic weapon be able to resist by mortal things?

After a few cuts, a brick at the bottom of the wall cracked into pieces, and after Fang Ling pulled them out separately, he moved the bricks from the bottom, and finally dug a passage in the solid wall that was three feet thick for people to enter.

Looking through the passage, you can see that there is a tower hall inside, and the tower hall is surrounded by four closed rooms, which are also closed with iron doors and locked on the outside.

Fang Ling and Song Ying'er got into the passage, Song Ying'er pricked up her ears and listened, and whispered, "Your Highness, there are people inside!"

Fang Ling bowed slightly, three of the four rooms could feel the sound of people's breathing, and the breathing of the three people was quite smooth and even, obviously with some martial arts foundation.

Fang Ling carefully discerned it, and felt that the one in the room on the far left was a little older, although he couldn't be sure if this person was his grandfather himself, but he must be Han Juzheng's enemy who was imprisoned here.

However, the room is not big, the iron door accounts for almost half of it, and the surrounding walls are not much narrower than the outer wall of the passage, if you dig directly on the wall, you will definitely be discovered by Zhang Xiaosheng.

Fang Ling's gaze moved up the wall and fell on the roof, and if he wanted to enter the room, he could also enter from the roof.

He followed the passage in the wall, removed the bricks one by one, and soon made a large hole in the roof, and then got to the top of the tower.

Although it is said that there are only nine floors of the Prayer Tower, in fact, there is a pointed tower top above the nine floors, and the top of the tower is like a cloak with pointes on all sides, supported by short stone pillars, which just forms a space between the top of the tower and the roof of the ninth floor to hide.

Fang Ling walked to the edge of the tower, knocked the bricks on the top floor, and then opened a downward skylight.

Through the skylight, Fang Ling clearly saw everything in the room, this was an equally simple cell, a few ordinary furniture, in front of the round table, there was an old man in a brocade robe in his sixties, at this time he was holding chopsticks, slowly eating the meal. Starting

As soon as Fang Ling jumped up, he fell from the skylight.

As soon as he fell to the ground, he saw the face of a sixty-year-old man, a thin old man, with a kind appearance, slender eyebrows, although there were many wrinkles on his face, but his eyes were blazing, and his face was written with the vicissitudes of life.

As soon as he saw this face, Fang Ling was slightly stunned, as if he could see his mother's shadow from his face, with a sense of déjà vu, there was almost no need to ask, Fang Ling already intuitively thought that this old man must be his grandfather who had never met before!

Compared to Fang Ling's inner excitement, the old man was obviously much calmer, it was impossible for him not to hear the sound of Fang Ling digging bricks, but it was as if he hadn't heard it.

After a long time, he put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a silk cloth, and said lightly to Fang Ling: "I said it a long time ago, it's useless for you to play any tricks, go back and tell Fang Zongao, don't bother me anymore, I will never bow to him!"

Fang Ling laughed dumbly when he heard this, no wonder the old man ignored him, it turned out that he was the person sent by Fang Zongao.

Seeing that Fang Ling didn't speak, the old man didn't say much, and he didn't even bother to hum, he got up from the stool, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down.

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