The tunnel was already seven feet deep underground. It went straight forward, but the last section turned sharply downward. While Song Yang was rebuilding the sky, he also found that he and his group were at the bottom of a huge pit...a height of twenty meters from the ground.
The walls of the pit are more than ten feet long and vertical, like a knife cutting an axe, and there are almost no corners for climbing.
Luo Guan raised his head and looked upward for a moment, then said to Song Yang: "This is a weird thing. You guys wait here while I climb up first."
The walls of the pit are straight up and down on all sides. Of course, it is not formed naturally. This pit was dug deliberately by someone. It is so deep that even if Luo Guan is twice as capable, he will not be able to jump out. There is only one person who wants to go up.
Method: Rely on your advanced cultivation, use a knife to dig out a place to stay, and climb up carefully.
Maybe it was too safe, so walking out like this made a group of experts who had experienced dangers for a long time feel a little uneasy. If they encountered some hidden crossbow mechanism, or even a group of earth monkeys came out, it would actually make them feel more at ease.
At the critical moment, Song Yang did not fight for it, but just whispered: "Senior, please be careful." As soon as his voice fell, a loud horn suddenly came from above his head! Everyone was startled at the same time. Luo Guan reacted fastest and turned his hand to take the long shot.
The next moment, the bow was fully drawn and full of strings, ready to go. The Grand Master's eyes were wildly focused on the edge of the pit, and he would deliver a fatal blow to anyone who showed up.
But soon, Luo Guan drew back his bow and there were too many people. Following the horn call, a large group of people came and surrounded the big pit tightly.
There are actually people here, many people. The people gathered high up are not monkeys. The sun is shining brightly at noon, and the distance of more than twenty feet has little effect on Song Yangdao's vision. The appearance of the other party is clearly distinguishable: the facial features are clear, the body is strong, and the person is
All the people dressed in black are Han Chinese.
Judging from their posture, even though they are not wearing armor, it can be seen that they are well-trained soldiers.
But what really horrified Song Yang was the large flags raised by the black-clad army, fluttering in the mountain wind, with one big character standing out: Hong!
Several of Song Yang's companions also looked at the situation above, and the young man took a breath: "The Hong family's Han army... It's been seven, seven years, are they still not dead?" Everyone, including Song Yang,
I just feel cold all over my body. Even if there is tomorrow in the sky, I still feel cold from the bottom of my heart.
The men in black above were lined up neatly, and no one was whispering to each other. They were obviously well-trained.
The man in black had no weapons in his hands, but he could vaguely see a large number of stones piled up on the edge of the pit. Needless to say, as long as the chief officer gave an order, rolling logs and stones would hit them, and the people underneath would just turn into pulp.
The situation was completely unexpected, strange and urgent. If they had not seen it with their own eyes, no one would believe it. They traveled through the ground in fear all the way until the end, not only being in trouble, but also encountering the army from seven years ago!
Qi Shang swallowed his saliva, his eyes fixed on the top, his body tensed, and he said softly to Madam Silk: "Auntie, when I call you later, you will always turn around and retreat to Suidao. You don't need to worry about other things.
Don't look back." At the critical moment, "They are only loyal to Madam Bo. They don't even care about their own life and death. How can they think about whether it will harm Song Yang and others, and of course they can't think about it.
Is Zhi Honghuang's army immortal or immortal?
Before Mrs. Silk could respond, Gu Zhaojun spoke softly: "Don't move rashly. Look carefully at the expressions of those people above!"
Qi Shang could actually laugh and said: "Master Gu, we brothers have poor eyesight and can't see clearly." Song Yang blocked the young man behind him. He could see everything that Gu Zhaojun could see clearly. Song Yang was in front of the spy
The profession of life is special, and observing words and emotions is the most basic skill, and Gu Zhaojun is also a master of this... Although the men in black above have put on an attack posture, there is an uncontrollable expression on each of their faces.
There was deep excitement. The men in black looked at Song Yang and others with wariness and surprise in their eyes, but more importantly, they were full of expectation and yearning.
Song Yang spoke very quickly: "They are not afraid of outsiders coming. On the contrary, they are waiting for them to come." The young catcher was really frightened, and his voice trembled slightly: "In broad daylight, if there is an expression, it is a living person."
, can you see their shadow?
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Gu Zhaojun ignored Xiao Zai and followed Song Yang's words, nodding: "You're right! It's just because you have to wait for someone to come in, so you just follow "One horse is equal to one". There are no traps or ambushes, and anyone can do it.
After successfully passing and letting the person in, the black robe on it will identify whether it is the person they are waiting for." Song Yang smiled bitterly: "If it is, everyone will be happy, but if it is not, there will be no hope of leaving alive.," Gu Zhaojun is not well.
If he dared to move, he could only turn his eyes sideways and glance at Qi Shang: "Boy, do you understand?
The mechanism on the roof of the tunnel is not to prevent people from entering, but to prevent people from escaping."
Not to mention Qi Shang, even the police officer now figured it out and suddenly realized: "The mechanical switch that pours out the swamp mud is not in the tunnel, but outside, controlled by those men in black?"
Only in this way can things make sense.
No matter how the mechanism is designed, if you want to prevent passage, the most basic principle must be: as long as you pass through the forbidden area, you will immediately hit the trap. A skilled thief can break or avoid the mechanism with his own skills, but no matter what,
At least you have to find out where the machine is touching first.
Song Yang and his party found only the flap on the roof of the cave in the last section of the steep crevice, but they never found the "touch", so they came out of it without incident. It was not that they destroyed or avoided it, but
Not found at all.
Because it was not found, nothing happened? What is the use of such a mechanism?
Then there is only one explanation. The flap on the roof of the Suidao is not to prevent people from chanting.
It's to stop people from leaving.
Look at the situation in front of you again. If you run back to the crack rashly, you can imagine the consequences: the black-clothed man's mobile suit above opens the flap on the top of the road, and tons of mud pours down. Even the best in the world.
Yanding, in its heyday, would have never imagined that it could rush up that steep and long slope against the current. In the end, everyone would be rushed into the deep pit outside and drowned alive.
There was no way out after entering the door, walking through the long passage, and then plunged into a dead end. No one was thinking about moving the gold now, and they were all thinking crazyly in their hearts, trying to find a way to escape. Soon, Qi Shang's face showed another sign.
He smiled, and others said that he had come up with a good idea. They all looked over. Unexpectedly, he laughed and said: "No wonder we have to make a dead bend with two load-bearing sets. If the mud comes down, the back section will be destroyed at most."
The inclined road will not damage the main road in front, and it is much easier to repair. No one expected that such a smart man would still think about his "professionalism" at such a juncture. Mrs. Bo had the intention to scold him.
Really unable to find the right words, he could only smile and shake his head. At this time, Luo Guan whispered: "There is movement." Everyone looked up and saw a bamboo basket swaying on the edge of the pit.
No one in the black-clothed army spoke, and the people below could not see anything in the basket yet. Song Yang's mind was spinning rapidly, and he whispered to his companions: "The basket is empty." Gu Zhaojun also smiled bitterly: "They are not going to give it to them.
What do we want, but we want a token to prove our identity."
Now that he has guessed that the other party is waiting for someone, the next step for the man in black is to "verify his identity." The thing is not difficult to think about, but it is difficult to handle... Qi Shang whispered in a low voice: "You said, if we write
Put the watch in a basket and send it up. Will they spare our lives after reading it?"
While he was talking, the basket had been placed at the bottom of the pit. To everyone's surprise again, the basket was not empty. There were two things inside: a white jade cup the size of a wine cup, and a long golden needle.
Probably because he felt that he was about to die, Qi Shang "seized the last moment. Not only did he not shut up, but he also talked more. He looked at the cup and needle in the basket and wondered: "What do you mean? Invite us to drink and pick our teeth?"
Is it possible to have a basket later and bring some food and wine? It would be best to have a sweet and sour fish. No one paid any attention to him. Song Yang stepped forward, reached out and picked up the golden needle, and then a strange look appeared on his face.
He recognized this needle, or in other words, he knew the purpose of this needle: a hollow long needle that Han doctors specialized in "bloodletting." In his needle bag, there was an exact needle, but Song Yang's was a silver needle.
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After explaining the use of golden needles in a simple sentence, Gu Zhaojun's expression also changed, and he whispered: "National Master?"
A cup, a shot, Hong Jun's meaning is very clear. The method they use to identify their identity when asking the people below to give blood is also blood identification.
After blurting out the words "Guoshi," Gu Luojun himself shook his head. The black-clothed Hong Army would naturally not have anything to do with Guoshi Yan. If they were really the "ghost army" of the Guoshi, they should single out Dayan.
The flag was correct. After much deliberation, it was just that the authentication methods happened to be similar. At this time, Song Yang had already picked up the golden needle, pierced his fingertips, and introduced blood into the white jade cup.
Gu Zhaojun sighed: "It's unlikely that the person above is a national master. Do you still think that you can use the blood that Doctor You made for you to hide it again?"
"How about you come?" Song Yang was not angry and changed the subject: "Lao Gu, I just suddenly thought of you saying that twenty-one years ago, Dr. You chose Yanziping to settle down and live in seclusion. Is it not a coincidence?
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Gu Zhaojun was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean?"
Song Yang moved very quickly. At this time, half a cup of blood had been released. He pulled out the golden needle and pulled the rope to signal that the other party could go back up. Then he took two steps back and walked to Gu Zhaojun: "Uncle, please refine the blood for me."
, it’s true that my blood will be of great use.” After Gu Zhaojun nodded, Song Yang continued: “Then what is the use of my blood? Being able to pretend to be Yan Ding to issue decrees and command his men. At first glance, he thought
, I feel that this is the purpose of Taiyi You's blood refining. But in Jingcheng, "Da Leiyin Terrace and Twenty-one Sumeru Temple formed their own system, and all those who could come into contact with the decree were the close disciples of the Imperial Master."
, all of them are well thought out. With just a fake decree, you may be able to get away with small things, but it is almost impossible to do big things. When they were in Luoshuang Pavilion in Jingcheng, a group of rebel leaders were trying to figure out how to use the "treasure weapon"
I have thought a lot about the use of blood, but no one has been able to find a practical solution.
"Precious blood", when you think about it fiercely, you will think that it is a peerless weapon, but when you calm down and think about it carefully, it turns out that it is very useless... It is difficult for even the followers to do it, let alone deceive the national master by relying on false decrees.
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You Li worked hard for eighteen years just for a "tasteless chicken rib, right?"
“That’s the thing, I’ve always been confused about it: so what if I can successfully forge the decree?
Maybe my uncle has an ingenious plan in his mind that none of us can think of, and he can use a decree to trigger thousands of thunders. However, what I just thought of is that there may be another possibility: he refined blood for me not to forge the decree at all, but
There are other plans."
As he spoke, Song Yang raised his head, looked at the slowly rising bamboo basket, and changed the topic: "And in terms of seclusion, Yanziping is actually not the best choice. Although it is quiet, it is also too remote. He
Buying medicine is troublesome, not to mention he always wants to practice dual cultivation." Song Yang smiled and then said: "There are many quiet villages like this in the suburbs of Qingyang, and you can enter the city at any time. It is much more convenient than Yanziping. In fact, he finally
The best choice is not to come to Nanli, but to go to the Uighurs. Only then will the Uighurs not discriminate against the Han people. He will still be free and at ease there, and Yan Ding will never expect to find him in his lifetime.
Everything is speculation and there is no real evidence, so Song Yang's words sound a bit empty, but Gu Zhaojun can probably understand what he means: "Do you think, in the eyes of Imperial Doctor You, the biggest advantage of Yanziping is that it is close to the remote mountains and wilderness? Convenience?
His big plot?"
Song Yang smiled: "Actually, I saw that Hong Jun in black wanted to rely on blood tests to identify his identity. The blood they wanted must be special: Doctor You refined my blood to make it very special: and in this world, blood is used to identify people.
The real method should be a unique secret method, and there cannot be too many: Moreover, Doctor You did not choose anywhere, and settled in Yanziping on the edge of the mountain. When these things are put together, the more I think about it, the more I feel that I might really be lucky."
Gu Zhaojun coughed: "It sounds reasonable, but in the final analysis, it's all up to you to wait for the result! Fortunately, you shouldn't have to wait too long."
At this time, the hanging basket had risen straight to the ground, and was taken into the hands of the captain in black. The ground and pit were as silent as death. The hearts of Song Yang and his entourage were all hanging high. Life and death were only on a thin line. Without exception, the eight people were all dead.
Glancing at the exit of the underground road with the corner of your eye, maybe the stinky mud will surge in the next moment: and the soldiers in black have been waiting for seven years of expectation, and the tension in their chests,
It is even worse than Song Yang and others.
The world is so quiet that one can count one's heartbeats: time is so slow that one takes a long breath, which is just a cup of tea at best, but it lasts a lifetime. Finally, a long horn sounds sonorously, but the people in the pit can't understand the meaning, which makes it even more difficult.
It added to the suffering, but in the next moment, high-pitched and huge cheers swept across the world. Song Yang could see clearly that the men in black beside the pit were in ecstasy, and some even cried bitterly.
There was a dull thud next to him, and Qi Shang fell to the ground, his face still stiff, and the previous nervousness still existed. He looked at Basha, at Madam Bo, and finally glared at Song Yang, his voice trembling: "Pass, pass.
Alive? Alive?"
Gu Zhaojun's old eyes were full of excitement, but he still suppressed his excitement and said in a deep voice: "We can't be too happy, hold it in, don't let any flaws appear." As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged voice shouted loudly: "
Cicada Yaksha, a subordinate of Emperor Taizu of Great Hong, respectfully welcomes the envoy."
Song Yang looked suspicious and turned around to ask his companion: "Slanderous Yaksha? What's your name?"
As soon as the others shook their heads, many black-clad Hong troops in the pit roared again, repeating the words of their superiors in unison: Cicada Yaksha, the subordinate of Emperor Taizu of Great Hong, respectfully welcomes the envoy!
After three consecutive roars, the faces of Song Yang and others changed again. The shouts in unison were different from the chaotic cheers. The sound rose up in the sky, like a mountain roaring and a tsunami. Even though they were separated by a deep pit, they were still deafening.
There would be no such commotion if everyone was drinking together.
After all the drinking was over, the hanging basket was lowered by the pit again, but this time the hanging basket was huge enough to bring Song Yang and others to the ground. Lao Gu immediately walked to Song Yang and discussed in a low voice. And
There are too many things to figure out. At the moment, I can only rely on the good blood that Doctor You left for Song Yang to pass the first level. If I am not careful after going up, my identity will be revealed. Then I will still be dead. I have to think quickly.
Come up with an appropriate solution
Following the hanging basket, Song Yang and his party finally landed on the ground. The terrain in front of them was quite strange. In the distance, they were surrounded by towering mountains in three directions: east, south and west. In the north was the huge swamp. And in the deep pit, they felt
It wasn't until he was on the ground that Song Yang realized that the scorching sun was in the sky at noon, but the light around him revealed a strange purple-red color, as if he was in a fantasyland.
Song Yang raised his head to observe the sky, and suddenly realized that in mid-air, there was a layer of faint red miasma suspended on the mountainside, which dyed the sunlight even in color.
Surrounded by mountains on three sides and adjacent to a swamp on one side, with a poisonous miasma hanging in the air that lingers at noon, this place is completely isolated from the outside world.
As soon as Song Yang and others appeared, the brigade Hong Jun immediately bowed and saluted, and looked at the dark area. The young catcher hurriedly looked around and saw that everyone was dragging shadows under their feet, and his heart immediately surged with ecstasy: If it's not a ghost, it's immortality.
?It was a great thing, but when she raised her head and looked carefully, she was immediately disappointed again. She saw a woman.
The men are in black clothes and the women are in white skirts. They are clearly distinguished. Looking forward, there are wooden houses arranged neatly on the east side of the huge mountain col. There are both residences and workshops: the south is continuous cultivated land, and the west is a separate large area.
In the school grounds, you can see the military flags of the Hong Dynasty fluttering in the wind everywhere, which clearly shows that this is a "tribe" that is half military and half farming, and there is no such thing as immortality.
After the Hong people in the mountain gave a salute, a strong middle-aged man and dozens of people came up to him quickly. It seemed that they were all brains. They came to Song Yang and were about to speak, but Song Yang forced a smile and said,
Then he rolled his eyes and fell down.
Mrs. Silk, the young policeman, and others hurriedly supported him, while Gu Zhaojun explained repeatedly: "My boss is injured, and the road is difficult to travel and he is sick from overwork. He needs to recover quickly." Eight people,
Song Yang is the envoy, and the others are temporarily invited guards, guides, maids and servants... If Song Yang pretends to be sick, unless the national master, Hu Huo or Hua Xiaofei comes, no one in the world can see through it.
The collar checked his pulse and immediately called his men to take him to a comfortable room and arrange for a doctor to consult him.
The envoy was unconscious and could not say anything. None of the people accompanying him knew the true nature of the trip and had nothing to say. In the next three days, Song Yang was unconscious while Qi Shang and others walked to Xichuan and left.
With a curious look on his face, he chatted and asked "local people", trying his best to find out the details of Hong Min's origin. Song Yang came up with this method. Pretending to be dead was not a problem, and even more so was pretending to be faint.