In fact, these bricks are also made of very strong mountain rock, and the hardness is several times harder than the city wall, but how can the sharpness of the cultivator's magic weapon dagger be able to resist by mortal things?

After a few cuts, a brick at the bottom of the wall cracked into pieces, and after Fang Ling pulled them out separately, he moved the bricks from the bottom, and finally dug a passage in the solid wall that was three feet thick for people to enter.

Looking through the passage, you can see that there is a tower hall inside, and the tower hall is surrounded by four closed rooms, which are also closed with iron doors and locked on the outside.

Fang Ling and Song Ying'er got into the passage, Song Ying'er pricked up her ears and listened, and whispered, "Your Highness, there are people inside!"

Fang Ling bowed slightly, three of the four rooms could feel the sound of people's breathing, and the breathing of the three people was quite smooth and even, obviously with some martial arts foundation.

Fang Ling carefully discerned it, and felt that the one in the room on the far left was a little older, although he couldn't be sure if this person was his grandfather himself, but he must be Han Juzheng's enemy who was imprisoned here.

However, the room is not big, the iron door accounts for almost half of it, and the surrounding walls are not much narrower than the outer wall of the passage, if you dig directly on the wall, you will definitely be discovered by Zhang Xiaosheng.

Fang Ling's gaze moved up the wall and fell on the roof, and if he wanted to enter the room, he could also enter from the roof.

He followed the passage in the wall, removed the bricks one by one, and soon made a large hole in the roof, and then got to the top of the tower.

Although it is said that there are only nine floors of the Prayer Tower, in fact, there is a pointed tower top above the nine floors, and the top of the tower is like a cloak with pointes on all sides, supported by short stone pillars, which just forms a space between the top of the tower and the roof of the ninth floor to hide.

Fang Ling walked to the edge of the tower, knocked the bricks on the top floor, and then opened a downward skylight.

Through the skylight, Fang Ling clearly saw everything in the room, this was an equally simple cell, a few ordinary furniture, in front of the round table, there was an old man in a brocade robe in his sixties, at this time he was holding chopsticks, slowly eating the meal.

As soon as Fang Ling jumped up, he fell from the skylight.

As soon as he fell to the ground, he saw the face of a sixty-year-old man, a thin old man, with a kind appearance, slender eyebrows, although there were many wrinkles on his face, but his eyes were blazing, and his face was written with the vicissitudes of life.

As soon as he saw this face, Fang Ling was slightly stunned, as if he could see his mother's shadow from his face, with a sense of déjà vu, there was almost no need to ask, Fang Ling already intuitively thought that this old man must be his grandfather who had never met before!

Compared to Fang Ling's inner excitement, the old man was obviously much calmer, it was impossible for him not to hear the sound of Fang Ling digging bricks, but it was as if he hadn't heard it.

After a long time, he put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a silk cloth, and said lightly to Fang Ling: "I said it a long time ago, it's useless for you to play any tricks, go back and tell Fang Zongao, don't bother me anymore, I will never bow to him!"