"Well, they shouldn't be able to search for it for a while......"

Xiao Yan and Qi Zehui hid in the room deep in the cottage, and outside the house were noisy human voices and swords, and they were curled up under the bed, and they didn't dare to come out.

There are not many decorations in the room, but you can still perceive that the identity of the owner is not ordinary. The walls are covered with all kinds of brightly colored animal skins, from large to small, and even the bedding on the bed and the cushions on the chairs are sewn from the finest tiger skin, which is very warm and smooth to the touch.

"Grandpa, these things should be worth a lot of silver when they are sold, right?" Qi Zehui poked his head out and looked around, his eyes flashing with gold.

"This should be the owner's house... When is it time for you to still think about money, money, money, hurry up and think of a way to escape!" Xiao Yan pulled him back and said angrily.

Qi Zehui was torn off the back of his head and slammed on the bottom of the bed, and he was so painful that he let out an "ouch", and was about to have a seizure, when his expression suddenly changed, and said, "Hey, I said Banza, this sound is not right?"

"Huh, what's the sound?" Xiao Yan didn't react for a while. I saw Qi Zehui stretch out his hand and tap lightly on the edge of the bed, and the edge made a dull sound of solid wood, and then he moved his finger back a few inches, and this time, the bed board made an empty echo.

Xiao Qi and the two glanced at each other, and immediately arched up and groped under the bed.

"I can't find the mechanism!" "Damn, I can't find it either, why don't you just smash it through with two punches?"

Just do it, Xiao Yan took a deep breath, raised his elbow to the bed board is a burst of hammers, the thin wooden board couldn't bear the force, and suddenly cracked a big hole, Xiao Yan reached out and touched it, and brought out a piece of copper coin and broken silver.

"It should be the place where the owner of the village hides his wife's private money behind his back, right?" Xiao Yan guessed when he remembered that Mo Wen always liked to stuff copper plates under flower pots to buy wine and drink.

"What's the matter, you touch it again, is the picture they grabbed before also in it?" Qi Zehui said as he stuffed money into his pocket.

Xiao Yan nodded, reached out and probed deeper again, and after a while, a small wooden box with rough workmanship was taken out.

"This is what the Lord of Yama wants outside the house, right?

The two of them didn't care about the officers and soldiers at this time, and carefully held the box and got out from under the bed. Qi Zehui closed the door tightly and lit an oil lamp, Xiao Yan spread out the picture on the floor, and carefully figured it out with the light.

"What is drawn on it? It seems that there are mountains and water?" Qi Zehui looked at the words that were used as annotations, confused.

Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes, and drew a delicately constructed map, which according to the description, was a valley in the Kunlun Mountains. The iconic landmark is a cliff that curves like an eagle's beak with a stream flowing underneath. The route is complex and detailed, with a three-foot picture scroll, and even a few stones and a few pine trees to walk are clearly marked. There is a mark in the middle of the scroll, which is supposed to be the place where the treasure is placed.

"It's supposed to be a treasure map, but it's hard to say exactly what's buried. But that thing should be somewhere in the Kunlun Mountains. Xiao Yan didn't raise his head.

"Treasure map, what could it be inside, gold, silver, jewelry, or peerless martial arts?" Qi Zehui became interested.

"If I knew what was in this, wouldn't I have said it?" Xiao Yan said angrily.

Qi Zehui picked up the somewhat yellowed piece of paper, rolled his eyes, and suddenly said, "Banzha, can you write down this picture completely?"

"Write it down?" Xiao Yan was a little puzzled, "What are you going to do?"

"Ouch, you just say if you can, why is there so much nonsense!"

"It's... Of course you can!" Xiao Yan looked at the drawings again, and he was sure that it was authentic.

If you want to say what Xiao Yan has about his excellence, I have to mention his memory. In the case of poor qualifications, good fortune, and understanding, if you want to learn a kung fu well without making the master irritated, you can only write it down completely, and keep repeating, repeating, repeating and repeating in your mind. That's how Xiao Yan used. Although it is not as good as those who have never forgotten the pride of the sky, but after watching it a few times, it can also be remembered.

"Okay, I've got it written down...... What do you do!"

Xiao Yan watched in amazement as Qi Zehui pulled up the drawing, lit a fire under the oil lamp, and burned it completely.

"Banzha, the life and death of our brothers today depends on you!" Qi Zehui's gaze was sly and firm.

Before the words fell, I heard a man's crying voice from outside the house: "Big uncle, our village master's room is here, you can put it-ah!"

With a scream, the door of the house was kicked open, and Hu Ji and the two armor soldiers broke in in a rage, and at a glance they saw Xiao Yan and Qi Zehui who were frightened, and the ashes on the floor that were lit with sparks.

"What about the picture?" Hu Ji's voice was very depressed, and he had already guessed half a point in his heart.

"Burn... It's burned!" Xiao Yan was nervously speechless, but Qi Zehui stammered with his neck.

"Presumptuous!

Hu Ji roared angrily, he immediately pulled out his sword, kicked hard, and rushed over like a mountain, and the floor under his feet shook several cracks.

With an irresistible power, the sword stabbed straight into Qi Zehui's throat.

"But we memorized—"

Ding, the tip of the sword stopped the moment it touched the flesh. Hu Ji couldn't believe his ears, and said in a low voice, "What did you say?"

"I said, we memorized that picture!" Qi Zehui felt a wisp of warmth slowly flow down his neck.

Hu Ji looked at Qi Zehui's eyes coldly, and after a while, he said:

"How do you prove it?"

Xiao Yan hurriedly cleared his throat and said, "Million... The mountain of the dragon vein of ten thousand ancestors, the land of the Queen Mother of the West Heaven, ten miles from Dali to the west, there are ten mountain springs, and the reason for this eastward ......"

"Enough!" Hu Ji waved his hand to stop, and Xiao Yan immediately closed his mouth.

Then, he slowly lowered his sword.

Qi Zehui suddenly sat down, and cold sweat broke out all over his body.

"If you dare to tell half a lie, this king will chop you into meat with a knife!" The two armor soldiers immediately came over and escorted the two, Hu Ji turned away angrily, and split the bed in half with a sword.

In the carriage, Hu Ji and Xiao Qi sat opposite each other. Xiao Yan was nervous and cold at this time, and lowered his head all the way, but Qi Zehui became more and more comfortable at this time, lifting the curtain of the carriage and excitedly shouting, "Wow, what a big mountain", "What a beautiful river", "What a high waterfall"......

"You're so leisurely, aren't you afraid that this king will cut you?" Hu Ji looked at Qi Zehui who was dancing, and couldn't help but scold.

"Hey, not only can't you cut us off, but you have to entertain us both with delicious food and drink!" Qi Zehui smiled indifferently and said.

"Oh?" Hu Ji's cold eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, "How do you say this?"

"We, we are squeamish people," Qi Zehui said with a smile, "I can't stand the slightest bit of suffering, if I don't eat and drink well, and I don't sleep well, this person will not be happy, and if it doesn't go well, the brain will be easy to forget~"

"This king has hundreds of ways to force you to speak!"

"Oh, look at the two of us, one is dumb and physically and mentally fragile, the other is skinny and scarred, I'm afraid that the punishment will be frightened and crazy before it starts, do you say this is the reason?" Qi Zehui still said with a smile.

Hu Ji was so angry that his forehead was bruised, and after a long time, he squeezed out a sentence faintly: "Very good!" After that, he didn't say a word.

Xiao Yan looked at Qi Zehui, who looked calm, and his heart was full of admiration. In fact, the latter's palms and back were already wet.

After walking for a few hours, it was already early afternoon, and the convoy slowly stopped in front of an imposing mansion.

"Mom, I really deserve to be King Zhang, and my family is built with enough magnanimity!" Qi Zehui looked at the two big stone lions at the door and sighed sincerely.

"This is the Assassin's Office. Hu Ji turned over and got out of the car and dropped a sentence coldly. The two watched Hu Ji and Thorn Shi say goodbye to each other in front of the door, and Lord Thorn Shi politely said a few words to the cold Hu Ji, and then returned to the house with an embarrassed expression.

"Go home!"

King Zhang's mansion is much colder than the Assassin's Mansion, or it is more appropriate to describe it as a little shabby. The door is mottled with red paint, and the masonry needs to be repaired. The mansion occupies a small area, the architecture is simple, and the tiled house and the thatched house are closely connected and coexist. There is no fish pond in the house, no viewing garden, no rockeries and strange rocks, only a few sluggish rhododendrons swaying in the wind.

Several servants respectfully removed the bloodstained armor for their master, Hu Ji nodded slightly, turned his head and motioned Xiao Yan and Qi Zehui to follow him with his eyes.

"I said, King Zhang is also a prince who has made great achievements, why does he live in such a ghost place?" Qi Zehui leaned close to Xiao Yan's ear and said in a low voice.

Xiao Yan shook his head, also confused. The two followed Hu Ji through the vestibule and went straight to the lobby, there was no calligraphy and painting vase in the hall, and a plaque written by the emperor himself hung high in the center, with four big characters written from right to left "Loyalty to the country", which was also full of dust at this time.

An old man with a solemn face and a kind face was leading a few people to clean up the dust in the hall, but he did not wipe the plaque.

"Your Highness, you're back. ”

"Uncle Xu, you go get some food and drink, give it to these two people, and when they finish eating, give them paper and pen and let them write! By the way, send someone to watch them, and if they dare to run away, cut them down immediately!"

"Yes, Your Highness!" Xu Bo bowed respectfully.

"You two, did you hear what this king said?" Hu Ji turned to Xiao Qi and the others and said coldly.

"How do we know if you're going to cut us down after we're done?" Qi Zehui shrugged and said.

"If you talk nonsense, this king will chop off one of your hands now!"

"Come on, come on, chop it neatly, I won't need any Lang Zhong to come to the young master when the time comes, just let that picture rot in our minds!" Qi Zehui was also a little annoyed, and roared with a red face and a thick neck.

But as soon as the words fell, he regretted it. How could Hu Ji, the king of Zhang, who had a strong temperament, be willing to be threatened, his eyes were full of anger, and he drew his sword and slashed towards Qi Zehui!

This sword is like a bamboo, even if Xiao Yan reacts, with his current strength, he can't resist it, so he can only watch the sword shadow get closer and closer-

"Your Highness, are you back?" a weak voice suddenly came from the side.

The impartial sword body suddenly tilted to the side, and the trouser leg against Qi Zehui slashed deeply into the floor.

Xiao Yan turned his head to look, only to see that the person who came was actually a beautiful woman, with ice muscles and jade skin, and her posture was captivating. It's just that his face is pale and bloodless, and he needs to be supported by someone when he walks, as if he is seriously ill, and he is a little less angry.

Qi Zehui rolled his eyes and suddenly fainted, and Xiao Yan hurriedly supported him.

"Xilan, why did you come out?

Hu Ji hurriedly stepped forward to support the woman, and he didn't even care about the sword. The maids stepped aside in fear, not daring to say a word.

"Your Highness, don't blame them. His Royal Highness ran around for Xilan, and risked for me three or four times, and Xilan was grateful beyond words. When Fang Cai Xilan heard that His Highness had returned, she was overjoyed, so she insisted on coming...... "The woman only said a few words, and then she seemed to have used all her strength, holding on to the wall, covering her chest, and gasping for breath.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about it yet, I'll help you go back to your room to rest......" Hu Ji carefully helped the woman up, his eyes were full of love, and he was light on every step, for fear that he would hurt her.

After walking a few steps, Hu Ji stopped, looked back at Xiao Yan, and his tone was surprisingly calm: "This king promises you that I will let you go after drawing the drawings, and I will never make it difficult!"

After that, Hu Ji stopped being verbose, and carefully helped the woman to leave.