In a daze, the eight lines of poetry were arranged and combined in his mind, and suddenly a stirred spirit, as if he had become enlightened!

"It's untied! That house is in Wuyi Lane!" Zhang Jiashu shouted, and woke up the sleeping Yingying.

"Where is Wuyi Lane?" Lan Yingying said with a stunned glare.

"How could you not know such a famous place in Nanjing!" Zhang Jiashu jumped up excitedly.

"Nanjing?"

"The capital of Jiangsu Province! Yes, according to your words, it should be Jinling County!"

"Jinling County is not very far from here. Lan Yingying muttered to herself.

"And how did you crack this poem?"

"If you look at it obliquely, it is 'flying into the homes of ordinary people' in Liu Yuxi's "Wuyi Lane" in the Tang Dynasty!"

"Tang Dynasty, what dynasty is it, what do you say again!"

"What's the use of those people getting those treasure maps? It is impossible to crack them in a lifetime! Because this poem was written by a famous poet of a dynasty after a dynasty!"

"You said that it was left by the people of the next generation? How can it be that the people who have not yet been born know the events of this dynasty, and how can the people who have not yet been born can save the testament of this life?" Lan Yingying thought about it more and more wrongly, and definitely thought that Zhang Jiashu had made a mistake.

"Yingying, you believe me, there is no such accurate answer. Don't forget that I'm also the one who will come in the future. So I dare to conclude that the treasure map is on the roof of the Xie family mansion in Jinling County, Nanjing!"

Lan Yingying listened to this unbelievable and creepy. Just when the two of them were complacent, there was a sound in the grass outside.

It's not good that someone is coming, Lan Yingying motioned to Zhang Jiashu, and they immediately ran outside. At this time, the sun was gradually rising, and the surroundings were much brighter, and Lan Yingying pulled Zhang Jiashu and ran all the way up the mountain.

But the voice was getting closer, "You can't run!" It was Wang Yuanwai and a large number of guards.

Zhang Jiashu accidentally fell, and he said to Lan Yingying: "Leave me alone, you go find the book!"

Lan Yingying had tears in her eyes, and Zhang Jiashu broke free of her hand with all her might!

At that moment, Zhang Jiashu had an inexplicable liking in his heart, and he was eager to protect the woman in front of him.

"Brother Hang Rui, I will definitely come to save you!" Lan Yingying was gone.

Zhang Jiashu was uphill at this time, and in order to buy time for Lan Yingying, he picked up small stones on the ground and threw them at the guards. A piece accidentally hit Wang Yuanwai, and Wang Yuanwai was furious: "Quickly tie up this little rabbit cub for me!"

Five or six guards rushed up, Zhang Jiashu set a set of Tai Chi, slapped several guards, and beat off the jaws of the two guards with a single move of white crane wings.

"It seems that it's just that, how could my dignified protagonist lose to you little minions!" Zhang Jiashu was confident.

Unexpectedly, there were more and more pursuers behind, and his hands and feet were directly grabbed by three or four people, and he couldn't toss even if he tossed.

Wang Yuanwai touched the smashed head and said: "Little Jianghu Langzhong can also do some martial arts, today I have to pick your skin and draw your tendons! ”

Zhang Jiashu's limbs were shackled, and seeing that he was still resisting, Wang Quanyi gave him a knife behind his neck, and Zhang Jiashu fainted.

Wang Quanyi said: "There is also a demon girl who ran away for her, but it's not bad to catch one, just use him as bait, I don't believe that there is one less mandarin duck bird!" Wang Quanyi laughed wildly after speaking.

In the pitch-black cell, there were all kinds of torture tools, and Zhang Jiashu, who fainted from overwork, was handcuffed to the cross. His coat was changed into a prison uniform, his hair bun was pulled out, his face was covered with dirt, his hair was scattered, and he completely lost his original heroic appearance.

"Wake him up for me. Zhang Yachang said to his subordinates.

"If I ask you, you can say anything, or this soldering iron will pierce your delicate skin. "The Confucian scholar Jiang Yachang, who has always been gentle and elegant, would show such a face, and Zhang Jiashu would be unbelievable!

"Let me ask you what the verses in this treasure map mean!" Jiang Yachang stared at Zhang Jiashu with a hideous face, Zhang Jiashu had never enjoyed such "treatment", so he panicked in his heart, and kept staring at the red-hot soldering iron, and his heart became even more nervous.

"I ...... I...... I don't know. Even if you burned me to death, I wouldn't know. The burly man closed his eyes.

"It seems that I don't cry when I don't see the coffin!" Seeing that Jiang Yachang was about to find Zhang Jiashu to give him a hard time, a small guy suddenly came close to Jiang Yachang's ear and whispered a few words.

Jiang Yachang put down the iron in his hand, and Tie Qing's face suddenly smiled kindly.

"You kid is really blessed and fateful!" said Jiang Yachang to Zhang Jiashu, who was wearing a prison uniform.

"Soldiers can be killed, but they cannot be humiliated!" Zhang Jiashu, who was awakened, gritted his teeth.

"Then it will be done for you!" Zhang Yachang made a terrible sound.

Suddenly, something hit Zhang Jiashu's body, and Zhang Jiashu fainted in an instant.