Wang Yuanting didn't know anything about music, so he looked at his subordinates for help. Those people shook their heads again and again, feeling troubled for a moment.
"Why don't you go in?" Luan Wushuang's spiritual voice reached everyone's ears, and everyone realized that Luan Wushuang had arrived behind them at some point.
Seeing Luan Wushuang's safe return, Wang Yuanting subconsciously looked in the direction of Fantasy Valley. Luan Wushuang shrugged his shoulders and didn't say much. But they had already understood her meaning. The three-headed water rhinoceros had obviously been taken care of, and it was just her personal guards who were finishing the attack.
Wang Yuanting told Luan Wushuang about the whistle. Luan Wushuang also thought it was a good idea and worth a try, but the prerequisite was to get a whistle first.
Wang Yuanting guessed that the whistle should be used by the guards of Fantasy Valley to convey messages. It stands to reason that not everyone has one, but every team must have one.
As long as you get a disciple from the Valley of Fantasy, you will get a whistle, but it is easy to get a whistle, but he really can't do anything about the melody.
Luan Wushuang originally wanted to tease Wang Yuanting, but when he saw that he was in trouble, he stopped teasing him. His spiritual consciousness said: "I learned some music from your godfather, and this whistle is not a problem. What they said just now That is: someone has entered the valley, strengthen your defenses."
After hearing this, Wang Yuanting clapped his hands. In this case, the matter was done. His godmother was worthy of being the "all-rounder" of the Yan Yue Sect. Not only was Luan's archery skills good, but she was also good at both Ghost Dao and Yan Yue Sect's skills.
Luan Wushuang frowned slightly and continued to communicate with his spiritual consciousness: "This is not enough. We need to make more noise and let them send people down to patrol. When there are more people, there are more opportunities. Even if there is one less person, It's not easy to be discovered by them either.
Wang Yuanting nodded in agreement. This was indeed a good idea, but they only had less than one stick of incense. The fastest way was to make some noise near the spiritual spring.
Without further ado, Wang Yuanting tapped the storage bag and took out a wooden box. He carefully opened the lid and found another wooden box inside. He opened the wooden box again. It was a tightly wrapped oil paper bag. He didn't know what it was, but it was wrapped so tightly.
Everyone gathered around it curiously, but Wang Yuanting did not open it. Instead, he took it away in disgust and handed it to one of the secret guards, and told him to open it again after arriving at Lingquan, otherwise he would be exposed. Location.
The secret guard nodded and took it in his hand, subconsciously about to open the oil paper bag. Wang Yuanting was so frightened that he snatched it back, his brows furrowed into the character "Chuan", but now he couldn't speak, so he had to endure his anger. Go down.
He calmed down his anger and handed the oiled paper bag to his personal guard. He felt relieved when he watched the personal guard carefully put it away and returned to Lingquan.
Luan Wushuang couldn't help but become curious about something that made Wang Yuanting so nervous. He used his spiritual consciousness to say, "What's in that? It makes you so nervous."
Wang Yuanting touched his nose unconsciously. When he thought that he had just touched that thing through the oil paper bag, a look of disgust immediately appeared on his face, and his spiritual consciousness replied: "Godmother, you must have never smelled it. It is the most delicious thing in the world." If you throw something with a smell into the spiritual spring, the people in the Valley of Fantasy will come even if they don’t want to.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Yuanting's personal guards ran over. Everyone could not smell the smell while holding their breath. The two guards closest to Lingquan smelled the smell first.
"Here, who pooped next to the spiritual spring?" One of the guards complained and covered his nose. The barrier could block the pink miasma, but it couldn't block anything else.
The other guard's nose didn't seem to be very sensitive. He took a deep breath, identified it and said, "This smell is wrong. It's a fishy smell like fish and shrimp."
As the smell gradually became stronger, both of them couldn't help gagging. They hurriedly covered their mouths and noses and blew the whistles on their chests.
After Luan Wushuang listened to the melody, she nodded to Wang Yuanting to indicate that they had succeeded. Then she would wait for the people from Fantasy Valley to come and quietly catch a lone person, and everything would be fine.
Naturally, Wang Yuanting couldn't smell it after taking the Qi Qi Pills. Luan Wushuang couldn't help but be curious, and asked using his spiritual consciousness: "What on earth is that thing?"
There was still half a stick of incense before their breath-holding pills would malfunction, and she didn't want to be unprepared and suddenly hit by that "stinky smell".
Wang Yuanting raised his eyebrows and spoke with his spiritual consciousness enthusiastically: "Don't worry, godmother, that thing is not poisonous, it is the excrement of a water bird in the Canglan Sea.
This water bird's habits are similar to those of vultures. It often eats rotting fish and shrimps on the beach, but there is a substance in its body that can digest the toxicity of carrion and excrete it through its feces. "
Under the scarf, the corners of Luan Wushuang's mouth curled up. He didn't want to offend this kid. Not only did he have many weird ideas in his mind, but even the storage bag contained some weird stuff.
Not long after, a group of guards wearing the clothes of Huanqing Valley disciples came down from the heavenly steps, each frowning, wearing a towel tightly wrapped around their mouth and nose, trying to slow down their breathing, but they still couldn't cover up the fishy smell. From time to time he made the sound of retching.
Wang Yuanting signaled to the two secret guards beside him to follow him, and took advantage of the night to sneak into the team and find an opportunity to get the whistle from the guard.
The two secret guards protected each other in a tacit understanding, and smoothly got to the back of the guard team, and followed them to the spiritual spring.
The disgusting rancid smell became even stronger, causing the guards in Fantasy Valley to retching. The secret guards who had been waiting for an opportunity immediately ran to the guard leader and pretended to help the retching guard leader.
At the same time, another secret guard came over quietly, ready to help his companions at any time. At this time, the secret guard who was supporting the guard leader took advantage of his unpreparedness and successfully removed the whistle hanging from the leader's neck.
Then, he immediately threw the whistle to his companion behind him who was pretending to retching. In the blink of an eye, the two of them got the whistle in tacit understanding, without anyone noticing at all.
The secret guard who succeeded immediately hid the whistle in his arms, and when no one was paying attention to him, he returned directly to the stone steps and handed it to Luan Wushuang.
Luan Wushuang took the whistle and was disgusted by the sticky saliva on it. Wang Yuanting handed her a silk scarf with a smile. It seemed that he had been prepared for it.
Luan Wushuang was very grateful for his thoughtful gesture. She took the silk towel and wiped the whistle carefully before feeling relieved.
In fact, the method of playing this whistle is different from the ordinary method. Ordinary blowing of the whistle requires using the breath to match the whistle to play the melody, but the whistle of Fantasy Valley uses spiritual consciousness to play.
The words expressed are transmitted to the whistle through spiritual consciousness. The whistle senses the message from divine consciousness and turns the words into flute sound to spread. In this way, it seems that the whistle is more like an encrypted medium.
Luan Wushuang guessed that the reason why Huanqing Valley did this was to keep it secret, not wanting anyone to know the specific situation in the valley, or to control the disciples of Huanqing Valley. This was obviously a distrust of them.
These are just conjectures, because she is not sure how many people in the valley know the secret of this whistle. The only way to know now is to try it.
Luan Wushuang closed her eyes and blew the whistle softly. At the same time, she used her spiritual consciousness to convey the prepared words to the whistle beside her mouth. It was so simple but unimaginable.
Wang Yuanting was stunned for a moment. He saw Luan Wushuang put the whistle to his mouth, and just blew it gently, and the whistle automatically sounded a melody.
As soon as that melody came out, the team of guards who had just rushed to Lingquan quickly withdrew as if they had received an amnesty, and ran up the stone steps to the top of the cliff in pairs.
Luan Wushuang wanted to go in with Wang Yuanting, but she had to carry out the original plan, otherwise the operation might be ruined because of her unauthorized decision.
It seems that all hope can only be placed on Wang Yuanting. Since she cannot appear in the Feng family, she is not in a hurry to go in. Anyway, it is more than enough to mobilize the guards with the whistle in hand.
After a while, when her personal guards arrived, she blew her whistle again and took advantage of the chaos to enter the barrier. She found a dark place to wait for their news, ready to support or retreat at any time.
Luan Wushuang gestured to Wang Yuanting, indicating that they should follow the team and sneak into the Feng family. She would have to wait for her personal guards.
Wang Yuanting clenched his fists and beat his chest, indicating that he had to take care of the matter and he would definitely bring out the two young masters of the Wei family.
Such a child who attaches great importance to love and justice made Luan Wu's eyes turn red. She clenched her fists and cupped her hands, using her spiritual consciousness to send a message: "Yuan Ting, you must also protect yourself. If your life is in danger, come to me immediately." By sending a signal, she would not hesitate to fall out with the Feng family at that time.
After this day of getting along, Luan Wushuang also had deep feelings for her godson. If something happened to Wang Yuanting because of her two sons, she would also feel uncomfortable.
"Don't worry, godmother, this won't be a problem for me." Wang Yuanting replied using his spiritual consciousness. Without looking back, he led his five men to follow the guard team, and followed them to sneak in smoothly. .
The night was bright and bright, and the empty valley was shining with bright green light. From the top of the stone steps, it seemed as if we were entering a strange secret realm. However, the guards did not want to take another look, because they were getting closer and closer to the bottom of the cliff. If you are not careful, you will fall into the abyss and lose your body.
Gusts of evening wind blew, the rising moon playfully hid itself in the clouds, and the roars of monster beasts could be heard from time to time in the valley. The sound was so sudden and harsh that even the guards who often walked on the stone steps trembled.
The slightly thin monk in the team slipped and almost fell. Fortunately, he caught the vine growing on the cliff, otherwise the consequences could be imagined.
The leader of the guard was walking at the front. When he saw someone slipping, he stopped and warned: "It's dark and the road is slippery, brothers, be careful."
Their guard team had been on duty for a day, and when they were about to change their shift, they were kicked out to deal with the "stinky smell" matter. Their physical fitness and energy were obviously not as good as usual. They had just been baptized by the "stinky smell", which made the guard curse in his heart. .
"Damn it! The dirty work and hard work are all the work of the outer disciples..." At this time, the guard leader felt aggrieved. He was exhausted from running around for a day, and it was difficult to move on his feet. He leaned on the stone steps whenever he could. Rested on the cliff.
