The so-called bathing and changing clothes, in fact, is just a change of clothes after taking a bath, Fang Ling had some faint feelings in his heart, but he didn't think much about it, after all, chess had come to this point, going up the mountain was an inevitable choice, and his actions should not arouse Han Juzheng's suspicions, so he thought about taking this opportunity to probe Yue Qing's tone.

Although it was unlikely that he knew where his grandfather was imprisoned, it must have been in one of the areas where ordinary disciples were not allowed to enter.

Soaking in a large wooden barrel, soaking the whole body in a slightly cold spring water, it is also quite relaxing, Fang Ling also clearly feels that this spring contains more heaven and earth qi than ordinary mountain spring water, after all, this place is in the palace of Yizhou, it seems that even this mountain spring water is stained with some local royal energy.

Fang Ling couldn't help but feel a little regretful, in order to travel lightly, in addition to bringing this dagger with him when he entered the palace this time, he didn't bring the Cun Ding and the Fire Pattern Horn Knife on his body, otherwise, he could also get some mountain spring water into the Cun Ding.

During the bathing process, he chatted with Yue Qing, who was guarding outside the house, and touched the things on Sanquan Mountain.

Sanquan Mountain is the place where Han Juzheng and his disciples cultivate above the halfway point of the mountain, there is only one mountain road that can be passed, and there are 12 palaces on the top of the mountain, as well as the side rooms where the disciples live, plus the prayer tower.

And from Yue Qing's words, the most secret of all the forbidden areas is the Qitian Tower, and every once in a while, the king of Yizhou will come up the mountain and enter the tower to meet Han Juzheng.

Fang Ling had a faint feeling in his heart, and decided to explore this Heavenly Prayer Tower at night tonight.

After bathing, changing into a set of clothes for the disciples on the mountain, Fang Ling secretly hid the dagger on his waist, because the dagger was short, so it did not show traces, and then he went to the hall to kneel and worship the immortal sculpture of the immortal gate, according to Yue Qing, this is the master of Han Ju in the immortal gate.

After offering incense and praying, the matter came to an end, and then Fang Ling rested in a side room under Yue Qing's arrangement.

In this broad daylight, Fang Ling naturally slept well, after all, it was broad daylight, it was most unwise to act rashly, everything had to wait until after dark.

When the sun was about to set, Zhang Xiaosheng came to the outside of the wing, knocked on the door, squinted at Fang Ling and said, "Young Master Fang, how did you sleep this night?"

Facing Zhang Xiaosheng's contemptuous expression, Fang Ling didn't care at all, just smiled slightly and said, "It's much more comfortable than going down the mountain." ”

Zhang Xiaosheng smiled inexplicably, and Nunu said, "Then let's go." ”

The two of them went out of the wing room, but they did not go in the direction of the main hall, but towards the west side, and that direction was precisely the direction of the Prayer Heaven Tower, Fang Ling's brows frowned slightly, and his heart was faintly uneasy, and he said tentatively: "Brother Zhang, where are we going?"

Zhang Xiaosheng said lightly: "The master values your root bones very much, so you have to test your ability, so that you can teach your spells, so you don't have to ask anything, and you have to perform well later." If you really take a fancy to the master, maybe they will accept you as a disciple. ”