The boy walked zigzag on the square tile floor for a while, then suddenly turned a big bend and entered a house. The Jiang family father and son quickly followed and entered the house.
This house is an earth house with walls made of compacted loess. It is small in size and has three rooms.
"You can walk around in this room as you like, as long as you don't touch the furnishings in the room." The boy warned without looking back, a little rudely.
Hearing this, the Jiang family father and son relaxed a little and dared to settle down casually. However, they still followed the boy cautiously.
The boy first entered the north room, walked to a calligraphy and painting, reached out and drew hard on a stroke in the calligraphy and painting. There was a vague sound of machine transmission in the calligraphy and painting, the sound was very low, like the buzzing of mosquitoes. The boy then entered the south room.
He held a candlestick with both hands and moved it with a little force. The sound of a machine also came from under the candlestick. He finally walked back to the living room, pressed his hands on a chair, and pressed it down hard. The chair sank an inch into the ground, and there was another sound.
The mechanism buzzes.
The three traps were unlocked, and the end of the living room wall creaked downwards, forming a staircase leading underground.
"If you want to get to my master's residence, you have to go through this tunnel first. Come with me." The boy waved.
The Jiang family father and son looked at each other and saw a hint of amazement in each other's eyes. It was not easy to reach the place where Tong Wanhua lived. It actually had to go through an underground passage.
The three of them walked down the stairs one after the other, forming a line, with the boy naturally walking at the front.
It was originally dark down there, but after these people came down, the underground walls suddenly lit up with light, and there were actually oil lamps that could light up automatically.
What's even more magical is that when a few people walk a certain distance from the oil lamp, the oil lamp will go out on its own, and a new oil lamp will light up in front, and the light will always follow them.
The two of them were amazed in their hearts, but they didn't make a fuss so as not to make the children laugh.
This underground passage is not very spacious. It can only accommodate two people walking side by side. The sides and feet are paved with bricks. It is quite flat. The group of people walked for a while, and suddenly there was a cry in front of them. The sound sounded like
It belonged to a woman, and her voice was extremely plaintive, making people feel vaguely creepy.
"Who is crying in front?" Jiang Yong asked with a frown.
"Don't worry, it's just a gadget made by my master." The boy replied calmly.
This was someone else's territory, and they told them not to care. The Jiang family and his son could only ignore it and continue to move forward.
The further we walked, the louder the crying became, and we were now close at hand.
Jiang Yong's sharp eyes suddenly saw an iron fence on the left side of the passage ahead, which looked like a cell in a government office. He didn't know what was locked inside, but the woman's cry came from there. He suppressed his doubts and continued to move forward.
, after getting closer, I finally saw clearly the situation behind the iron fence.
There is actually a woman locked up in this underground cell! She is wearing plain white clothes and sitting on a chair. Her head is lowered, and her untied black hair is hanging down like a black waterfall. She is hiding her face and babbling.
Crying is like being deeply wronged.
There is actually a living person locked up in Tong Wanhua’s home?
Jiang Yong rolled his eyes and suddenly remembered what the boy had just said, "It's just a gadget made by the master." He suddenly realized that this woman was not a real woman, but just a machine doll. He figured this out and turned back
He nodded and ignored the woman in white.
"Hey, who can help me?" The woman in white cried and suddenly spoke human words.
Jiang Yong was shocked when he heard this. He stopped and looked at the woman in white again, his heart filled with doubts again.
"Boy, is this woman an institution or a living person?" Jiang Yong couldn't hold himself back and asked aloud.
"Of course it's an institution. If it were a living person, it would be much troublesome to raise it," the boy wrote lightly.
"If it's an agency, how can it make a human voice?"
"It's just a human voice imitated by the friction of objects, the sound of a whistle in the wind, and other mechanisms. I can only say those two sentences. If you don't believe me, you can ask her name, and she will never be able to answer."
Jiang Ming, who was next to him, heard this and asked the woman in the prison on behalf of his father: "Hey, what's your name?"
The woman in white was still crying and didn't answer Jiang Ming's words, and her body didn't move very much. It was obvious that it was indeed a machine doll and not a living person.
"You guys take a few steps forward, away from the cell, and I'll show you something interesting." The boy said playfully.
The Jiang family father and son did as they were told, taking a few steps forward and hiding far away.
The boy reached into his arms, took out a black chess piece unhurriedly, and flicked it against the iron bars of the cage. Although he was young, he had some skill in his hands and his accuracy was very good. The chess pieces were not off the mark.
He leaned on the ground and hit the iron railing, then bounced to the ground.
The moment the iron bars were touched, the woman in white clothes in the prison suddenly let go of her hands, threw her head, and threw back her black hair like a waterfall, revealing her face. It turned out that she had no facial features, and her face was
It was bare except for a black hole in the center.
"Whoosh!"
A cold light shot out from the black hole on the woman's face, flew out from the middle of the touched iron railing, and nailed heavily to the opposite wall.
Looking at the cold light again, it turned out to be a sharp steel needle.
After the woman in white shot the steel needle, she quickly turned her head back, covered her face, and continued to cry, which seemed a bit weird.
"You see. She is just a decoration. Most of the traps designed by the master are very secretive, but this thing is an exception. Who would be fooled by such a blatant trap?" The boy walked to the wall calmly.
, pinched the steel needle with two fingers, pulled it out with a twist of the hand.
The steel needle actually penetrated as much as two inches.
The boy bent down and picked up the black chess pieces and put them into a treasure bag hanging on his waist.
The Jiang family and his son now understand that in this Gongshu Village, you can't just look at things at the surface. What you see on the surface may not be true.
What looks like a living thing might be dead, what looks like a dead thing might be alive. What looks like a harmless place for humans and animals. Maybe there is hidden murderous intention, but it looks like a very dangerous place. Maybe it is more dangerous than you think.
Danger.
The little episode passed, and the three of them continued walking forward, turning left and right for a while, then climbed a staircase and saw the light of day again.
There is still a house above, but the door is not open, but closed. There is something like a puzzle on the door, but there is no trace of it. It cannot form a decent pattern. Every small piece of wood on the puzzle is
It is independent, with the patterns of "Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, Dui" in the Eight Diagrams painted on it. The patterns are repeated, with as many as eighty-eight-sixty-four.
The boy took a step forward, raised his foot and stepped hard on a brick. The open underground passage behind him suddenly closed tightly. He continued to walk forward. He stood in front of the house door and stretched out his hand to play with the pattern on the door.
Change the position of each pattern.
Others can't see the doorway at all. Looking at it at a glance, they can only see that the patterns are messy and the same no matter how you play with them.
"Click."
Suddenly there was a crisp sound in the door. A gap opened. The boy stretched out his hand to push the door open and stepped out. The Jiang family and his son followed and found that the house was still in Gongshu Village, and it was not far from the entrance of the village. It was only a few dozen steps away.
.If they walked directly from the village entrance to here, it would be a blink of an eye. But the boy took them both left and right, and it took so much trouble.
More twists and turns are yet to come.
The boy continued walking with the two of them, and this time they arrived under the eaves of a roof. He jumped up to the roof, stepped on the bricks and tiles, turned around and waved to the Jiang family and his son, signaling the two of them to come up.
They had just finished walking underground, and now they were in the air again. Could it be that they would have to walk by water later?
The Jiang family father and son had something important to do. Not to mention the waterway, they had to risk their lives to accompany them. The two jumped up and floated to the roof. The boy led the way and warned the two not to step on the wrong bricks.
The person reached the end of the roof and then jumped onto the opposite roof.
The three of them rose and fell like this, jumping up and down, like dancing on a plum blossom pile. They jumped more than a dozen houses before giving up and returning to the ground again.
The boy continued to lead the two people through the house and courtyard, breaking through the traps. After walking a long way, they finally arrived in front of a courtyard in the center of the village.
This courtyard is much larger than the surrounding courtyards, with high walls, deep gates, and several hundred-year-old trees extending from the courtyard. Compared with this lifeless public transport village, this place finally has a little life and vitality.
"We are here, our master lives in this courtyard. There are no agencies ambushing us inside, so you can rest assured." The boy said easily.
"It's really difficult for the boy to take us such a long way. Accepting this money is a little thought for us and our son." Jiang Yong was very good at being a man. He took out a gold ingot from his sleeve and handed it to the boy.
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The boy waved his hands and said, "Absolutely not. The sect's rules are very strict and I'm not allowed to accept gifts in private. If you give me this gold ingot, it's like harming me. Take it back quickly."
Jiang Yong had no choice but to put the gold ingot back into his sleeve.
"Master, my disciple has brought two elders from the Wudang Sect." The boy bowed deeply to the door and shouted loudly.
"Bring them in." Tong Wanhua's voice came slowly from the courtyard, with a hint of ancient times.
The boy pushed open the door and led the Jiang family and his son into the courtyard.
This small courtyard is very delicately built. The road is paved with stones and flower beds are built on both sides. I believe that after a while, the place will become green and full of flowers.
The stone path is uneven and slightly bumpy, extending in all directions to various houses in the courtyard.
The boy led the way and opened the door of the first house. As soon as he entered the house, he bowed and saluted, respectfully calling him master.
The Jiang family and his son then entered and took a look inside the house.
There are two large shelves in this room. The shelf on the east wall is filled with books and ancient scrolls. The shelf on the west wall is filled with various materials and utensils. There is no shelf on the north wall, but a surprisingly large one hanging on it.
A giant crossbow. There is also a pair of poems affixed to both sides of the giant crossbow, which read "Excellent skills give birth to a wise craftsman, and masterful hands create great achievements." Two lines of calligraphy with flying dragons and phoenixes.
Beneath the giant crossbow, crouched an old man. He had a gray head, his temples were stained with frost, and a wisp of silver beard covered his forehead. He was already in his twenties. His face was covered with ravines and wrinkles, which showed that
He was old, but his eyes were as bright as before. He was wearing a dark red suit, squatting on the ground, and playing with a half-finished concealed weapon in his hand. This thing was in the shape of a cylinder, and I don't know what it has any magical function.
This white-haired old man must be the famous Kaleidoscope, Tong Wanhua.
