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Strictly speaking, the Yelang Mansion is loose on the inside and tight on the outside. Walk casually inside, outside is either deep mountains and old forests, or deep valleys and cliffs, and there is a wide river separating it, and the only three passages are guarded by hundreds of soldiers. If you want to get out of the palace, you can only take the passage, or you can drill into the deep mountains and old forests to be a savage.

It was impossible for Zhang Fang and a few people to walk back from the way they came, and the Yelang people "invited" them to come in, so they didn't plan to let them go. Of course, Zhang Fang will not drill into the deep mountains, the reckless mountains in the southwest are not a joke, let alone 2,000 years ago, even if it is modern, it is still in and out.

The two roads were the choices given to him by the Yelang people, but Zhang Fang didn't choose either, what he wanted to take was the third way.

With the map provided by Ju Ji in advance, Zhang Fang silently remembered all the way, walked through the forest, and came to an inconspicuous wooden house. Well, this is a wooden house, not a stilted building.

Zhang Fang motioned for everyone to extinguish their torches and disperse into the darkness. Biao Xie pressed his sword and touched the door, and as soon as he raised his hand, the door creaked open, and a person came out: "Is it Uncle Biao?" ”

Han Chong.

"It's me."

"Where's Childe?"

"Here." Zhang Fang showed his figure.

Han Zhong exhaled: "It's okay, I'm really worried that Gongzi won't find here." ”

Han Chong's worries were not unreasonable, they didn't know anything about the terrain and environment here, and it was dark at night, and they had to avoid patrols from time to time. All that is relied upon is a barely detailed drawing. It's not easy to find it accurately. He would have been even more surprised if he had known that his son-in-law had not even looked at the map and had found it all the way from memory.

Entering the hut, Zhang Fang asked Han Zhong while washing and changing, "How is it?" ”

"According to Gongzi's instructions, I relayed to Wu Hui, Tan Zhi, Tong Merge, Leaky River, Wu Dan, Wanwen, Leaky Lying, Ju Town, Jincheng, Xisui and Qianwei Sanyi Junchang. Some are moved, some are noncommittal, and some are unmoved. ”

Zhang Fang said lightly: "The opportunity has been given to them, whether they can seize it or not depends on themselves." Listen to people's advice to eat well, and you can save your life better. If they don't listen, let them be buried with the Yoro. ”

Zhuo Bihai and Biao Xie glanced at each other, they didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Zhang Fang's gourd. It's running away, it's good to be able to get out, and I still want to clean up others, is this too confident or too impatient.

When Zhang Fang and a few people walked out of the inner room after changing their clothes, they saw that there was one more person in the outer hall, an elderly man who was hunched over. Seeing Zhang Fang, Lao Yiren made a few ahs and fell to the ground.

Zhang Fang, who has always been unapologetic to Yiren, rarely stepped forward to help Lao Yiren, pressed his shoulder, looked at him deeply, nodded, and did not speak.

Han Zhong explained to Zhuo Bihai and the others in the back: "It is the owner of this house, who is deaf and dumb. ”

Feiyan sighed softly, looking at Lao Yiren's gaze revealing a little pity.

Biao Xie said in a low voice: "Ju Ji? ”

Han nodded emphatically.

The rest of the people were relieved, and it was not surprising that Ju Ji was able to make such an arrangement with Yoro's ability.

Lao Yiren held the torch and took Zhang Fang and his party to the inner room where they were changing clothes just now, and handed the torch to Han Zhong to hold. Then bend down, stretch out your hand, and laboriously pick the dirt on the ground. When everyone except Zhang Fang was puzzled by Lao Yiren's actions, they saw that after he erased the floating soil, an iron ring appeared on the ground.

The old Yiren clasped the iron ring and pulled it hard, with a loud creak, a wooden block was erected in the dust, and a dark hole appeared in the ground.

It turned out to be a retreat! Zhuo Bihai and the others suddenly realized that a big stone in their hearts fell to the ground. It's easy to do now, no wonder the prince looks confident.

Needless to say, Han Zhong raised the torch and went down the tunnel first, and after a while, he poked his head out of the hole: "Safe." ”

Zhang Fang and his servants lit the torches again and walked down the tunnel one by one.

The tunnel is more than a foot from the ground, about one person is more than high, wide enough to accommodate two people in parallel, the ground is very flat, but a little damp. It's natural, in the southwest mountains. The air was a little stuffy, but it was bearable.

Yelang is a frequent war-fighting Fang country, before the annexation of the Han Dynasty, almost no years without fighting, and was replaced by the country under his rule due to defeat, and even the country has changed several times. It is not surprising that the king of such a turbulent country dug several tunnels in case of emergency.

Feiyan, who was walking last, couldn't help but glance back at Lao Yiren, who grinned, revealing his blackened teeth.

Feiyan was cold, and hurriedly turned her head. Then I heard a rattling sound overhead, and with a bang, the woodblock closed.

Biao Xie turned around when he heard this, his eyes flashed: "That Lao Yi didn't come down." "It's not loud, but it's still buzzing in the tunnels, and it's heard far away.

Zhang Fang waved his hand: "Don't worry about him, hurry up and go." ”

He stopped talking.

Zhang Fang turned his head to look at him: "Are you worried that Lao Yi will report the news?" ”

Biao Xie said in a sullen voice: "Although he is deaf and dumb, the stakes are very important, and he must not be guarded against." ”

Zhang Fang was silent for a moment and said, "Ju Ji has been arranged...... Let's go. ”

As he spoke, the firelight and figures in the tunnel swayed, and his footsteps were scattered, gradually moving away.

Above, the old Yi people slowly closed and smoothed the soil, and then scooped a scoop of water and poured it evenly, and stepped on it with their feet. Make sure that there are no traces of the soil after drying, and then slowly walk out of the back room.

There is a well in the small courtyard in front of the house, and the old Yi people have circled around the well three times, and their mouths are ho-ho, and they don't know what they are talking about. Then he suddenly lowered his head and arched his waist, and the whole person was carried down the deep well.

The night breeze blows, and the mouth of the well is deep, as if nothing has happened, only the torches on the ground hunt in the wind.

In the tunnel, five people hurried with their heads bored. The air is dreary, the space is cramped, and it is dark and dreary at first glance, and no one wants to stay in such an environment for long.

When you take a hundred steps, the question is, there are two forks in the road ahead, which one to take? The servants all looked at Zhang Fang.

Zhang Fang shrugged: "Don't look at me, I don't know." ”

Zhuo Bihai and the others looked at each other.

Han Zhong proposed: "Send two people first, and one person will go one to explore the path." ”

Biao Xie said: "What if there is another fork in the road? ”

Han Zhong was also dumbfounded at this time.

At this time, a voice suddenly came from a distance in the tunnel on the left: "Is it the master?" ”

Zhuo Bihai's bamboo cane was horizontal, but Han Chong had already jumped up: "It's Liu Zijin...... Ouch! But he jumped up and hit his head against the top wall.

Liu Feng's figure flashed in the darkness, and he couldn't hide his joy: "Finally waiting for the master." ”

Zhang Fang didn't say much, and made a gesture to lead the way. Under the guidance of Liu Feng, the group walked quickly.

When they walked a few hundred steps down the winding tunnel, it suddenly dawned on them that they had come to a wide area that looked like a storeroom. There are bags piled up here in the black press, which seem to be the Yelang people's grain or supplies - at least Zhuo Bihai, Biao Jie, and Feiyan think so.

However, when Han Zhong raised the torch and illuminated the scene in front of him, that expression could only be described in four words—dumbfounded.