He Wen pursed his lips and calmly analyzed:
"There is no way to draw a conclusion yet, there are too many things that are uncertain."
"Is Master Zitian helping us? What was the truth back then?"
"We found the Purple Gold Cauldron."
"The answers to all the mysteries will reveal themselves."
"What we have to do now is to protect our own lives. Secondly, we should discuss whether to break out of the encirclement or wait for help."
Yan San, who was gearing up, grinned and said:
"If you ask me, smash down this broken wall first."
"Let's go to the exit and take a look. If they are really blocking us, we can make some noise to attract them and keep them from leaving."
"The corpses in Sanqing Hall were burned and blocked the opening. I don't think there will be many people coming. We might be able to get out from there."
Ye Qing looked at Yan San who had come up with an excellent idea, his eyes filled with admiration.
Standing in front of the wall, Yan San raised his fist and said while holding his breath:
"Master Tongzhi said, this is called a war that never tires of deceit!"
Bang!
After the words fell, a huge muffled sound emerged.
A puff of dust fell from overhead.
Both He Wen and Ye Qing's expressions changed greatly.
The torch was raised high above the head, revealing the top of the secret passage.
Ye Qing quickly stopped him and said, "Brother Yan, stop smashing it, the roof is about to collapse."
Yan San punched again and suddenly withdrew his strength. The fist as big as a casserole was only half an inch away from the cracked stone wall.
Ye Qing and He Wen both breathed a sigh of relief.
Yan San raised his head, looked at the cracked top, shook his numb fist in displeasure and said:
"This secret passage is too weak. I just threw a few punches, but I can't hold it anymore. It's boring!"
Yan San, who knew he was very powerful and had always held back his strength, was finally able to express his strength and stretch his muscles tonight with great difficulty.
At this moment, he had no choice but to withdraw his strength, which made him feel really uncomfortable.
He Wen stepped forward, looked at the cracked stone bricks, and then looked at the cracks on the top.
He said:
"Brother Yan, please put down some strength and try hitting it slowly from the bottom."
"Fine!"
Reluctantly, Yan San knelt down and struck with his fist where He Wen pointed.
Debris fell from the tops of stone walls and secret passages.
He Wen and Ye Qing looked nervous, fearing that the top would collapse and bury the three of them underground.
Wow~
A half-foot-wide hole appeared at the bottom of the stone wall.
The top of the secret passage barely fell off.
He Wen and Ye Qing both breathed a sigh of relief.
He Wen said: "Brother Yan, please be careful when enlarging this hole."
Click!
As casually as breaking tofu, Yan San easily opened the hole in the stone wall.
Not long after, a hole half a man's height widened.
The three of them ducked over.
Head towards the exit.
After more than twenty breaths, the three of them, walking steadily, finally arrived at the exit of the secret passage.
He Wen looked at the simple brick wall in front of him. There were several cracks in the bricks with firelight. He leaned close to it and took a look. Then he turned around and grinned at Ye Qing and the others:
"A group of Taoist priests from Chaotian Palace are surrounding outside, so let's do what Brother Yan said!"
"I stay here to make noise and attract their attention."
"Brother Yan, take Ye Qing and run all the way back. You will take action in a quarter of an hour."
Ye Qing, who had worry on his face, hadn't asked yet when the foot-long stylus that blocked his arrow appeared in He Wen's hand.
"Don't worry, my legs and feet are much faster than the two of you. Even if I can't beat them, I can run. I won't fight them at all!"
He Wen's bright-eyed face was full of confidence.
Ye Qing said no more, leaving only two words: "Take care."
Then he went back the same way as Yan San who had taken over the Zijin Cauldron.
At the same time, He Wen's arrogant and domineering voice and the sound of smashing the wall were also heard from behind.
"Fake Taoist priests outside, the purple golden cauldron is in grandpa's hands. When grandpa opens the mechanism, he will destroy the cauldron in front of you~"
…
While running, he listened to the provocations and curses from behind.
Yan San smashed the bar and said:
"He Wen is excellent at investigating crimes, and his skills are not bad. It's just his sarcastic and cursing skills that really make us disgusted."
Ye Qing, who was originally tense, laughed at this sentence.
At the same time, it also accurately captured the hidden meaning of Yan San's words.
It's not bad to be called a brave man like Yan San who can defeat thousands of others.
Then He Wen must have had a few moves with Yan San. This skill can no longer be said to be okay, but very good.
He asked: "Brother Yan, is He Wen very good at martial arts?"
Without thinking, Yan San said bluntly:
"Before he was trained by Master Tongzhi, he didn't dare to accept my fist, but I couldn't catch him and always gave up because he was tired from wandering around."
"After practicing with Master Tongzhi for three months, I can defeat him within ten moves."
Ye Qing, whose mouth twitched, secretly said: It is indeed so.
At the same time, I became more and more looking forward to Master Tongzhi’s promise to take him with me for three months.
Then he continued to ask:
"Then there should be few people who can match your skills, right?"
Yan San grabbed his beard while running, thought for a while and said:
"Except for three people in Yangzhou Wei, no one is my opponent."
"In Huaiyang City, the magistrate led me to challenge some people, but I couldn't beat two of them."
Speaking of which.
Yan San said angrily: "Those two I can't beat, they like to play dirty tricks, use hidden weapons, and run as fast as rabbits."
"His grandma's, if we catch them, we'll blow their heads off with one punch."
Ye Qing imagined that Yan San was being teased and was furious, but could not get angry.
The smile on his face became even bigger, and then he secretly guessed:
"I don't know who has better kung fu, Qi Heng or Brother Yan."
That night's attack on Huafang, Qi Heng's graceful movement and weirdness of the soft sword made him amazed.
Mo Wanqing, who thought he was very skilled in martial arts, was surrounded by enemies and was rescued by Qi Heng several times.
Then, the thin shadow guard with cold eyes appeared in Ye Qing's mind.
Needless to say, the shadow guard only used two paper-edged fingers. If Yan San couldn't get into him, he would be trapped like a hornet's nest.
Ye Qing, whose legs and feet were not as good as those of a warrior, but who was still among the best among ordinary people, ran through the entire secret passage with all his strength and spent nearly a hundred breaths.
Orange-red firelight shone before his eyes, and the cloth and flesh were combined with the burning smell of burning kerosene and an indescribable aroma of barbecue.
It makes people feel sick to hear it.
Ye Qing, who was sweating profusely, endured the discomfort at the tip of his nose and breathed to calm down his fatigue, his eyes were full of hope and he said:
"In less than fifty breaths, I ran through the entire secret passage. This speed is really amazing."
Yan San, who didn't look tired at all, said: "Your legs and feet are already very good, not much worse than the average martial artist."
"He ran the 369-foot secret passage in less than fifty breaths. His skill is rare in the world."
"Among the five people I can't beat, only one dog should be able to do that."
As he spoke, he moved his hand, and in Ye Qing's horrified eyes, he took out the foot-long dagger from somewhere on his body.
The bright blade turned on Yan San's thick fingertips, and the secret passage was illuminated by orange-red fire, reflecting patches of dazzling light.
Ye Qing and Yan San just stood quietly, waiting for the appointed time to arrive.
