The boy zigzagged on the brick floor for a while, when he suddenly made a big turn and entered a house. The father and son of the Jiang family hurriedly followed and also entered the house.

This house is an earthen house, the walls are all made of loess tamped, the area is not large, there are three rooms.

"You can walk around in this house, as long as you don't touch the furnishings in the house." The boy did not reply to the admonition, a little rude.

Hearing this, the father and son of the Jiang family relaxed a little and dared to settle down at will, but subtly, they still followed the boy cautiously.

The boy first entered the north room, walked to a calligraphy and painting, and drew vigorously on one of the strokes in the calligraphy. In the calligraphy and painting, there is a faint sound of the transmission of the mechanism, and the sound is very small, like the chirping of mosquitoes. The boy then entered the south room, holding a candlestick in both hands, and moved it a little harder, and there was also a sound of a mechanism under the candlestick. He finally went back to the living room, pressed his hands on a chair, and pressed it down so hard that the chair sank into the ground and there was another sound of a mechanism.

The three traps are unraveled, and the end of the living room wall creaks and collapses downward, creating a staircase that leads underground.

"If you want to get to my master's residence, you must first pass through this tunnel, and you will come with me." The boy beckoned.

The father and son of the Jiang family glanced at each other, and they both saw a trace of amazement in each other's eyes. It was not easy to get to the place where Tong Wanhua lived, and he had to walk through an underground passage.

The three of them walked down the stairs in front and back, forming a line, and the boy naturally walked in the front.

There was originally a black hole below, but after these people came down, the underground wall suddenly lit up. There is an oil lamp that lights up automatically.

What's even more amazing is. When a few people walked past the oil lamp for some distance. The oil lamps went out on their own, and new ones were lit in front of them, and the lights were with them all the time.

The two of them were amazed in their hearts, but they didn't make a fuss, so as not to make the boy laugh.

The underground passage is not very spacious, only for two people to walk side by side, and the sides and feet are paved with bricks, which is quite smooth. The group walked some distance. Suddenly there was a cry in front of me, the voice sounded like a woman's, and the voice was extremely mournful, making people feel faintly creepy.

"Who's crying in front?" Jiang Yong asked with a frown.

"Don't care, it's just a little gadget made by the teacher." The boy replied calmly.

This is someone else's territory, the other party said don't care, the Jiang family father and son can only not care, and continue to move forward.

The further I went, the louder the cry became, and now it was close at hand.

Jiang Yong's eyes are sharp. Suddenly, I saw an iron fence on the left side of the passage ahead, which looked like a cell in the yamen. I don't know what's locked up inside, and the woman's cry comes from there. He forced his doubts and continued to walk, and when he got closer, he finally saw the situation behind the iron railing.

In this underground cell, there is a woman locked up! She was dressed in plain white, sitting on a chair, her head hanging down, and her untied black hair was scattered like a black waterfall. She hid her face and babbled and wept, as if she had been greatly wronged.

Tong Wanhua's home is still locked up with a big living person?

Jiang Yong's eyes rolled, and he suddenly remembered what the boy had just said, "It's just a gadget made by the family teacher", and suddenly his heart suddenly dawned, it is estimated that this woman is not a real woman, just a mechanism doll. He figured it out, turned his head back, and ignored the woman in white.

"Hmph, who's going to help me." The woman in white cried and cried, and suddenly uttered a human voice.

Jiang Yong was shocked when he heard this, paused, and looked at the woman in white again, and his heart was full of doubts again.

"Boy, is this woman an institution or a living person?" Jiang Yong couldn't bear it anymore and asked out loud.

"Of course it's a mechanism, if it's a living person, it's a lot of trouble to raise." The boy understated.

"If it's an institution, how can it make a human voice?"

"It's just a human voice imitated by the friction of objects, the whistle of the wind and other mechanisms, and you can only say those two sentences fixedly, if you don't believe it, you can ask her name, she will never be able to answer."

Jiang Ming, who was next to him, listened to this, and asked the woman in the prison instead of his father, "Hey, what's your name?" ”

The woman in white was still babbling and crying, she didn't answer Jiang Ming's words, and her body didn't move much, so it could be seen that it was indeed a mechanism doll, not a living person.

"You go up a few steps, get away from the cell, and I'll show you something interesting." Boy plays with taste.

The father and son of the Jiang family did as they said, took a few steps forward, and hid far away.

The boy reached into his arms, unhurriedly took out a black chess piece, and bounced it against the iron bar of the cage. Don't look at his young age, but he has a bit of kung fu in his hands, and his accuracy is very good. The piece hit the bar impartially and bounced to the ground.

At the moment when the iron bar was touched, the woman in white in the prison suddenly let go of her hands, shook her head, and threw her black hair like a black waterfall behind her head, revealing her face. It turned out that she had no facial features, and her face was bare, except for a black hole in the center.

"Whoosh!"

A cold light shot out of the black hole in the woman's face, flew out of the middle of the iron bar, and nailed it heavily to the opposite wall.

Looking at the cold light again, it turned out to be a snow-bright steel needle.

After the woman in white finished shooting* the steel needle, she quickly turned her head, covered her face, and continued to babble and cry, which looked a little weird.

"See. She's just an ornament. Most of the traps designed by the family teachers are very secretive, but this one is an exception. Who would be fooled by such a blatant agency. The boy calmly walked to the wall, reached out and pinched the steel needle with two fingers, and pulled it out with a wrestling hand.

The steel needle was as deep as two inches.

The boy bent down and picked up the black chess pieces and put them into a treasure bag hanging from his waist.

The father and son of the Jiang family now understand that in this public loss village, you can't just look at things on the surface, and what you see on the surface is not necessarily true.

Look at something that is alive, maybe dead, look at something that is dead, maybe alive. Looking at the harmless places of humans and animals, there may be hidden murderous intentions. It looks like a dangerous place. Perhaps more dangerous than you think.

The little hiccup passed. The three of them continued to walk forward, turned left and right for a while, climbed a staircase, and saw the light of day again.

There was still a room above, but the door was not open, it was closed. There was something like a jigsaw puzzle on the door, but there was no trace of it, and it couldn't form a decent pattern. Each piece of wood on the puzzle is self-contained. It is painted with the patterns of "Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, Dui" in the eight trigrams, and the patterns are repeated, and there are as many as eight or eighty-sixty-four.

The boy took a step forward, raised his foot and stepped a brick, and the open underground passage behind him suddenly closed tightly. He walked on, stood still in front of the door, reached out and fiddled with the patterns on the door, changing them one by one.

Outsiders can't look out of the doorway at all, and look at the past. I just feel that the pattern is messy, and it's the same no matter how you fiddle with it.

"Click."

There was a crisp sound in the door. A gap was opened, and the boy reached out and pushed the door open, and stepped out. The father and son of the Jiang family then followed, and found that the outside of the house was still in the Gongyi Village, and it was not far from the entrance of the village, only a few dozen steps away. If they walked directly from the entrance of the village, it would be a matter of blinking an eye, but the boy took the two of them to turn left and right, and it took so many twists and turns.

More twists and turns are yet to come.

The boy continued with the two of them, this time under an eaves. He jumped onto the roof, stepped on the bricks, turned around and beckoned to the Jiang family's father and son, and motioned for the two to come up.

They've just finished going underground, and now they're in the air again, so why don't they have to go by water later?

The Jiang family's father and son have important things to do, not to mention the waterway, even the sword mountain and the sea of fire have to sacrifice their lives to accompany each other. The two of them jumped and floated to the roof. The boy led the way, warned them not to step on the wrong bricks, and led them to the end of the roof, and then jumped onto the opposite roof.

The three of them rose and fell like this, high and high, as if jumping plum blossom piles, and jumped more than a dozen houses before giving up and returning to the ground.

The boy continued to lead the two through the courtyard, breaking the mechanism, walking a long way, and finally reaching a courtyard gate in the center of the village.

This courtyard is much larger than the surrounding courtyard, with high walls, deep doorways, and several century-old trees stretching out from the courtyard. Compared to this lifeless public loss village, there is finally a little bit of vitality here.

"When we arrived, the tutor lived in this courtyard. There are no ambushes inside, so you can rest assured. The boy said lightly.

"It's really embarrassing to take us so far, you accept this money, it's a little bit of care for our father and son." Jiang Yong is very good at being a man, so he took out a gold ingot from his sleeve and handed it to the boy.

The boy waved his hand and said: "Don't, the rules of the master are strict, and I am forbidden to accept gifts in private, if you give me this gold ingot, it will be tantamount to harming me, take it back quickly." ”

Jiang Yong had no choice but to retract the gold ingots into his sleeve.

"Master, the apprentice has brought the two elders of the Wudang Sect." The boy bowed deeply to the gate and shouted loudly.

"Bring them in." Tong Wanhua's voice came from the courtyard slowly, and there was a sense of ancient vicissitudes in the voice.

The boy pushed the door open and led the Jiang family father and son into the courtyard.

The small courtyard is beautifully built, with stones on the road and flower beds on both sides, and it is expected that after a while, it will become green and full of flowers.

The stone path is uneven and slightly awkward, extending in all directions to the houses in the courtyard.

The boy led the way, pushed open the door of the first house, and bowed down as soon as he entered the house, honoring the title of Master.

The Jiang family father and son then entered and looked inside the house.

There were two large shelves in the room, the one on the east side was full of books and scrolls, the one on the west side was full of various materials and utensils, and on the north side of the wall there was no shelf, but a surprisingly large crossbow was hung. There is also a pair of poems pasted on both sides of the giant crossbow, which respectively read, "Superb skills make philosophers, and wonderful hands forge masterpieces." "Two lines of calligraphy with dragons flying and phoenixes dancing.

Under the giant crossbow, there was an old man crouching, I saw that he was full of gray hair, his temples were dyed with frost, and a wisp of silver hair was sprinkled all over his heart, and he had reached his old age. His face is full of ravines and wrinkles, showing his old age, only his eyes are blazing, not losing back then. He was dressed in a vermilion deep coat, squatting on the ground, fiddling with a half-finished hidden weapon in his hand. This thing is in the shape of a tube, and I don't know what it is for.

This white-haired old man must be the famous kaleidoscope. Tong Wanhua. (To be continued......)