Longqiao Prison is built on the canyon, and the top is connected to the city gate tower at the west head of Longqiao, and the bottom level is the surging Jun River. Thanks to this, the upper part of the prison was stained with the light of the bridge foundations and city walls, and was made of solid and civilized thick bricks, but the lower part was still barbaric, and was dug directly out of the rock wall of the canyon, so that the officers and soldiers who lived in it suffered from the erosion of the earth.

Ge Lan came to the first floor at the junction of bricks and rock walls, square pillars made of bricks standing up to the sky, separating yin and yang chaos. Some of the pillars were covered with torches, shielded by a hideous black iron cover, the spikes of the swaying fire magnifying the spikes of the shield, reflecting on the ground and the walls like the fangs of wild beasts, and the countless shadows cast by the countless pillars, which cut the light into streaked lines like cages.

In this cage of light and shadow, Ge Lan recognized the woman in front of her—a silver mask adorned with yang-engraved arabesque patterns, a mouse-gray suede cape, her exposed wrists, neck, and hair bun were wrapped in shiny white satin, but her ears and fingers still revealed her pale complexion—dazzling even in the warm light of the flames.

"Your Excellency," the woman naturally recognized him, and bowed slightly.

"Are you the maid of the lady at the peace meeting?" But didn't Qi Zuo say that no one survived except Ge Lan, "What happened later, is there anyone still alive?"

"It was Madame who sent me," the woman nodded slightly, unable to see the expression under the mask, "Fortunately, my Madame reacted quickly that day, and took advantage of the national teacher's crown to fight with the thief, and our master and servant escaped before the black dragon appeared." ”

"The people of the state church don't know about this?"

"There are many things involved in the fire of the Tiandao Temple, but if you can't keep it, the Taoist officials of the Tiandao Sect are shouting to catch the thief? My wife has always been cautious and does not dare to confess to any party. ”

"Then ...... to find me" Before Ge Lan could finish speaking, the sound of the armor stirring came again, this time not from below, but from both sides, getting closer and closer. Ge Lan swallowed the words into her stomach.

"Shhhh The breath blew in the mask, and it became an urn - she also put her index finger on the mask where it should be her lips, which was a little weirdly cute.

"The royal family of Xuan Chen is extravagant, collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country, and they are in the homeland of Sanyan, and the greedy spirit and the heavenly army have the same mission and the same enemy. ”

The footsteps of the pursuers were still approaching, and the maid suppressed the voice, seizing the last time to show her intention.

"Search!" the guards rushed through the passages on both sides, holding torches.

"Here you go. The maid handed Ge Lan a pair of tweezers.

She took one out of her own, held it, quietly raised her hand, and reached into the center of the flames.

The fire that was still burning just now was extinguished, and the two people who were still looking at each other under the shaking fire also melted into the darkness.

"Who's there!" the more astute of the guards instantly noticed the change in light and shadow.

"We meet at the mouth on the left. The maid pointed to the staircase ahead—the passage that continued upward, facing the gate behind them, and to the left and right were the influx of guards.

Ge Lan was pushed, and he saw the maid in the rat ash cloak moving flexibly between the square pillars, like a messenger of darkness, one by one, extinguishing the light.

Then the maid suddenly turned around and pointed hard at Ge Lan—"Don't just look at it," which she probably meant, and then extinguished a torch and disappeared into darkness in an instant.

Granny turned around in understanding, and was about to reach out to extinguish his first torch, when the sound of chains sounded mercilessly—it was like a ghost that you would forget from time to time, but it would never let you go.

"This way!" the guards, who had been following the light like headless flies, suddenly had a reliable target, and shouted excitedly—of course, this cry was reserved and majestic to others, and only the person concerned could hear the joy contained in it.

Ge Lan took a deep breath and quickly put the "tweezers" into the torch, and he felt the pleasure of cutting melons with a big knife, and the flames were extinguished immediately.

But his eyes couldn't adapt to the darkness so quickly, and for a moment hundreds of illusory sparks remained in front of his eyes—the background was pure darkness, and the pillars were still humanoid, and there was no outline to make out.

Just when Ge Lan was blinded by the darkness, the guards had already followed the sound and came to a nearby position, and they were about to pull Ge Lan out of the darkness—

Someone in the distance accidentally dropped something. The hunters, who were still one step away from hunting their prey, were startled, turned their heads in the wrong direction, and just happened to see another pillar of fire being swallowed up by the darkness—who had such swift skill to run away in the blink of an eye—and though they doubted, they stopped in doubt.

No one knows how the masked maid can navigate the darkness with ease, playing with the stalker, she is slender and fair-skinned, as if she were born from the night - in any case, she has the gift of our protagonist who is beyond her reach, and although the darkness is the enemy of the pursuers, he is not a friend of Glenn who gets lost in the wider darkness and plunges headlong into the passage to the right - he misses the appointment, though it was not the original intention.

No matter how the maid made the sound, Ge Lan's clanging handcuffs were superior. "He's running upstairs!" shouted an alert guard to his companion. At that time, the torches in the entire hall had all been extinguished, and more than a dozen guards scattered in the darkness into two streams, one chasing the sound of chains to the right, and the other to the left with the sound of tweezers knocking on the wall—how ridiculous, as if this was a game, what kind of game score list, six to eleven, Ge Lan won by a big score.

From this level up is the world of green bricks, and the craftsmen can finally leave a portal for daylight on the wall without being constrained by the thickness of the rock layer. Little by little, the dawn of civilization fell on Ge Lan, and he finally connected with the world again—not the dark, cold, hard, candle-lit world that was just a blessing, but a real, alive world with the sun, moon and stars shining overhead.

The sun was about to set, and the glow gilded the canyon with amber, and sprinkled handfuls of gold leaf on the river—what a peaceful world, what a memorability, and how timeless the tunes and beautiful words were about to wrap around the tip of his tongue.

But even to the savages who did not know how to appreciate its beauty, the sun was equally bright—the sight returned to the eyes of the pursuers: the six on the left noticed that the prisoner had become a slender and sensitive, cloaked maiden, and the eleven on the right more or less noticed that the line seemed to be loosening—their eyes were more focused on the fugitive in front of them, who was in the next corner, staring out the window.

What is puzzling is that when the rushing pursuers saw the fugitives standing quietly at the end of the path, they all unconsciously stopped their feet and froze for a long time in distraction - perhaps there is such a delicate bond between human beings, maybe the fairies who happen to fly by will really sow the seeds of tranquility and understanding, and in that moment, there seems to be a convergence of emotions between enemies who do not share the sky......

"Catch him!"

But understanding between people is always short and superficial, and more often than not, we are all scolding and fighting each other unconsciously – as in the present. Maybe it was the guard who was usually old-fashioned and mean, and didn't know how to wind and moon, who was the first to get out of the secret realm and took the lead in chanting this sentence. The rest of the people followed, like sparrows in a clump of grass, one by one, screaming and rushing towards Ge Lan.

When Ge Lan heard the shouting, he turned his head and saw the menacing pursuers, so he regained his senses, turned around and ran. He ran so fast, so light, as if the sunlight had poured strength into the cavity of his bones, and as if the fresh air had winged behind him—the distance he had shortened was ten paces away in an instant.

Turn left! Geran instinctively chose the way up. The pursuers came from below—the short and short escape left him with a vague, illusory, superstitious impression. But this is not the case - his escape has already alarmed the prison - and there are soldiers in the prison.

The air swept past Ge Lan's ears, restless and vivid, not only because of the speed, but also because of the growing connection with the human world—he ran, and with each step, he pumped enough power for the next step, and the sweet, flowing air poured into his nostrils, and the golden glow was like the neon clothes of the gods, tapered, like a skirt, and spread out from the exit above the staircase.

Salvation!

He climbed higher and higher, and at last, he saw the small sky enclosed by slender strips of stone at the end of the staircase—no longer a blue-gray brick wall, no longer a dim rock wall, but a flowing sky with a glow. His footsteps stopped, but only for a moment, and then he flew out of the door.

Ah, the sky above his head, the roofless, the boundless—what a classic picture, if Glenn's years behind bars had been longer, more painful and hopeless, his sense of relief would have been stronger and more durable.

Of course, the objective conditions also make him unable to last - looking up at the sky is always inseparable from being down-to-earth. Gran lowered her head and found herself on top of the city walls, with a closed gate below to block the bridge crossers who missed the opening time.

The dragon bridge stood quietly in the glow, the rushing river passed through the soles of his feet, and the other end of the bridge stretched into the rising mist, as if the city wall over there was also full of elite soldiers, his eyes were like torches, staring at the enemy on the other side -

That's right, the city gate tower at the head of the bridge is full of elite soldiers. It's hard to say how it is on the other side, but on Ge Lan's side, there is a guard standing on every four or five battlements, lined up in the north and south, not to mention twenty or thirty people.

And the place where Ge Lan rushed out was a protruding platform, hanging on the narrow city wall, like a stone stuck in the neck of a duck. The platform is covered with straw, golden, fluffy, and almost round, like the nest built by the Antai bull-eating eagle on the top of the colossus.

A prisoner in rag shoes may not make much noise, but a dozen or so soldiers who are stubborn, relentless, and out of breath are a sight to behold.

Bang--bang-bang——, armor trembled, and more than a dozen panting ochre-red figures squeezed out of the stairway one after another;

A nearby guard of the city noticed it, and ran over to check ——, whoa-to-a-whoa-to-a-

Another guard noticed, and the fugitives in prison clothes were seen in front of him——,

Whoa—whoa——, half of the city's wall was swept away by the commotion, and the colors flowed and converged to one end. Like a shallow pot of dye, the color slips away from the higher side, revealing the bare bottom of the pot, and like a maple tree in winter, the red leaves are scattered, leaving only lifeless gray and gray.

Ge Lan was surrounded—a real siege, not the kind of literary encirclement that left a closed door or a grassy cliff, called "cornered" but in fact "desperate"—the narrow paths to the left and right of the platform were crowded with guards, and the stairs down were blocked by soldiers who had just rushed out. Ge Lan looked in horror, her feet bouncing uncontrollably, ready to catapult and start at any moment.

But he really didn't have a chance.

The soldiers slowly tightened the encirclement, ten, nine, seven, and Ge Lan retreated helplessly, but in fact none of them were in the rear—so he turned around as he retreated, and if he didn't, he would retreat to the tip of the knife of the man behind him—helpless, pitiful, and restrained, Ge Lan was like a fat pig for the New Year, watching the whole family swallow saliva around the pigsty, fluttering uneasily.

Suddenly, he seemed to have kicked something hard—in the straw pile beneath his feet! He moved his right foot slightly, hooking it with the tip of his toe, and feeling it was a long strip of object. The encirclement shrank to five steps.

"Hold him down!"

Ge Lan kicked the thing upward, caught it like lightning, and held the bamboo stick in his hand, looking along the end of the bamboo stick, more than a dozen hot-bent bamboo pieces spread out like a fan, and the middle was pulled by two horizontal bars - grass rake, perhaps it is easier to understand these two words directly.

The grass rake was about five feet three inches long, and Ge Lan held one end with both hands, and the momentum was a sweep, like an old farmer protecting the crops from the hands of the bandits, startling the guards to retreat half a step back and hit the solid chest of the brother behind him.

Ge Lan tasted the sweetness, wrapped the chain between his hands around the bamboo pole, waved the magic weapon in his hand more and more pompously, held the rake handle diagonally, and greeted the enemy's face—the eyes were the most feared, and the people in front of him had no time to block, so they had to step back like a driven sheep.

Just as Glenn was about to turn his head to deal with the enemy behind him, an arm wrapped in ochre-red leather wrapped around his neck from the right side, threatening to strangle him from behind. Ge Lan retreated to the left vigilantly, his right hand was slightly loose, and his left hand forcefully sent the rake handle back, and the lower abdomen of the person behind him was hit by the pestle, and the short knife in the guard's left hand fell to the ground, and he hurriedly covered his stomach, and the hand in front of Ge Lan's neck also retracted like an electric shock.

Ge Lan took advantage of the victory to pursue, his body soared back, to hold back the tail end of the grass rake, and was about to sweep the horse pistol behind him, but what he didn't want to hold was not a bamboo pole the thickness of a silver dollar, but three or four men's fists, the two big men dragged hard, and the grass rake slipped out of Ge Lan's hand two or three feet, and his hands were about to touch the head of the rake - it was a loss that there was an iron chain entangled, and this life-saving weapon was not let go.

Glenn clamped his arms and swung his body repeatedly, trying to shake off the guards on the rake's handle, but at the same time the hake was transferred to the rear, and in the blink of an eye, the enemy in front of him had pounced on him, one grabbed his shoulder, and the other grabbed his left hand to break it off the rake. Ge Lan gritted his teeth and stabbed forward with the head of the grass rake—not to mention the incredible toughness of the bamboo, the claws of the grass rake scratched on the enemy's iron armor, and it was crushed and deformed without breaking, barely holding out a breathing space for Ge Lan - but that's all, bamboo is bamboo, how can I get steel, let alone a thin piece of bamboo......

"Your Excellency, close your eyes!"

At this time, a soft cry came from above, and Ge Lan didn't have time to think, so she closed her eyes in response.

A white crystal-like stone was thrown above everyone's heads, and if you looked closely, a star of light was suspended in the center of the transparent crystal, and many thin tentacles stretched out from that point, which looked like gold threads up close.

With a solemn silence, the hedron exploded in the air, and the dazzling, nay, blind golden light burst out. For a moment, the guards froze in place as if they had been spelled by a trap.

Ahh——!h

With the snap of his fingers, screams rang out one after another, and the guards covered their eyes and rolled on the ground as if they were on fire, their tightly closed eyelids still throbbing.

When Ge Lan heard the screams, she also stayed where she was, not knowing what to do.

"Open your eyes!" the maid ran down from the watchtower, her tone a little hateful.

Ge Lan had to open his eyes and meet the eyes of the guards in front of him, who were also opening their eyes—he thought he was quick enough to learn from Ge Lan to close his eyes together.

Both of them were stunned for a moment, the guard's right hand was on Ge Lan's left hand, and they were about to grab the grass rake again. I saw Ge Lan sink his body down, let go of his hands, use the iron chain hanging from his left wrist as a fulcrum, and pull down sharply with the chain in his right hand, and the handle of the rake popped out of the pile of defeated soldiers behind him, and smashed it into the Tianling Gai of the guards in front of him, who turned his eyes white, knelt down, and fell into his brothers everywhere.

"This way. The deer-like figure of the maid emerged from behind the fallen guard, and put away the plum dagger in her hand, which had not been stained with blood—fortunately, she breathed a sigh of relief, and no one saw her through the mask.

The maid beckoned neatly, then turned to lead the way.

One after another, the soldiers stood up on their legs, and the two of them ran all the way, pushing the soldiers who were trying to stand firm one by one—how vicious, what could be more hateful in the world than abusing the blood of others.

"Where are we going?" ran for a long time before Ge Lan remembered this basic question.

The maid was stunned for a moment, and Ge Lan almost bumped into her.

"The slave maid came to help His Excellency the envoy on the orders of the lady, and naturally took the road of escape from this prison. This is a very good saying, and it is not at all like a partner who has only been through hardships together.

"But I ......" made an appointment with the merchant ship of the unitary time. Ge Lan swallowed wisely as he spoke.

"In front of you is the staircase down the city wall. The maid regarded his words as apprehension and distrust, and pointed to the staircase in front of him, which was diagonally attached to the inner side of the wall, to give him a reassurance.

Glenn followed her finger and saw a centipede-like procession of ochre robes crawling up from the foot of the city wall.

He hurriedly squatted down, holding the maid in one hand and bending down.

"Is that thing still there?"

The maid shook her head.

"I can't deal with so many people, what about you?" said Ge Lan with a little expectation in her heart.

But the maid still shook her head.

Ge Lan sighed, stood up a little, and glanced at the stairs again.

"Let's go. ”

He pulled the maid and bent his waist to the other side of the staircase. The city wall has a small protrusion here, how small is it? Ge Lan's back is close to the wall, and her knees are still floating outside.

Tuk, tuk, tuk...... The footsteps were getting closer, and Ge Lan could feel the ground shake—it was rare for them to walk in unison.

"Is there a way to go down to the city?" said Ge Lan, hoping for the last luck.

The first soldier had poked his head out, the second, the third...... Ge Lan didn't look back to see if the maid was nodding or shaking her head, her hand on Ge Lan's shoulder, wrapped in shiny silk, was clenched tightly, and had already told him the answer.

......

Bell!

The soldier who had just gone up the wall heard the sound of chains, and when he turned his head, he saw two knees wrapped in ochre prison clothes exposed outside the wall. He reached out to stop his companion behind him, and quietly approached the protrusion—

"Tell your wife that I have an appointment with someone else. ”

Ge Lan whispered this sentence in the maid's ear, and stood up straight, her face full of exaggerated panic.

The soldier who was quietly approaching didn't know where he didn't do a good job and where he had alarmed his unsuspecting prey, so he was pushed away by Ge Lan and fell to the ground.

"Chase!"

No one asked the prisoners why they were running away in the direction of the soldiers, they were only concerned with the pursuit, and they did not pay attention to the little unnaturalness.

Fortunately, the long line had just emerged, and Ge Lan relied on his savage physique to knock down a few people, and the rest of the chase and fierce beatings could not reach his heels. On the contrary, the guards who barely regained themselves from the bright light staggered to the ground, blocking the already not spacious road, reaching out from time to time, stumbling from time to time, and looking to be caught.

"Get out of here!"

Glenn brushed away the hand of one of the guards. These people staggered, like drunkards, but fortunately they couldn't exert their strength. Glenn had returned to the bird's nest-like platform where she had fought - the entrance to the prison below was also here—

Go down, go all the way down, Jun River, merchant ships, unitary time.

But Ge Lan didn't want to say goodbye to the sky anymore, he just didn't want to.

A crazy idea flashed through his head.

Ge Lan picked up the grass rake, waved it to clear the way, and he went on a rampage all the way until the sentry tower at the southern end - the grass rake was too long to get in horizontally - and it was enough to put it up, but Ge Lan didn't have time to think about it, and threw the grass rake backwards—

The running soldiers did not have time to dodge, and the grass rake hit several people in the head, and when it fell, it hit the feet of several people, and the soldiers were in a commotion. Glenn had already entered the watchtower with his front foot.

The soldiers crowded into the door and climbed the stairs without stopping. The fastest one peeked out from the top floor and saw Glenn standing at the edge of the tower with his back to him.

"!"

The wind was blowing, and the scolding reached the ears of the soldiers.

The chains were attached to Ge Lan's hands, preventing him from spreading his arms and embracing the sky as he wished.

......

......

In a trance, Ge Lan heard the sound of rushing water.

"Dongzi, take his handcuffs away. "It's rare for a woman to speak so categorically.

"Replace ours. ”