The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Put away the fishing rod.

The owl brushed the dust off his butt, picked up his handbag, and walked alone towards the slope behind him.

When he left, he looked like the fisherman in the myth, shaking his head and chanting ancient poems. If he had changed into ancient costumes, he would have really had a Taoist and immortal air.

"I entered the ancient temple in the early morning, and the sun shone on the tall trees...!"

As the owl disguised as a fisherman left, Lang Jingtian's heart trembled. He followed the fisherman with his eyes, and held half of the jade pendant in his hand again.

He knew what the next line of the poem was, which was from "On the Zen Courtyard Behind the Poshan Temple". The next line was "The winding path leads to a secluded place, where the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees~!"

And this sentence was the secret code he chose personally. After the other party saw the jade pendant, he immediately turned around and left. That was the "destined person" he had been looking for for a long time.

Chang Jian, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, probably never imagined until his death that the works he left behind would be used as code words by his unworthy descendants in later generations. If they knew about it, they would probably be so angry that their coffin lids would be blown open.

Lang Jingtian doesn't care about ancestors or not. He came here from afar for money and status.

At the last moment, he suppressed his inner excitement and chose to look around carefully instead, and did not follow immediately.

On the opposite side of the bridge, there were a few people busy doing something, but it was more than 200 meters away and I couldn't see clearly.

He slowly closed his eyes. Vision can deceive people, but hearing cannot. On the hillside, he could still hear the sound of birds (the whistles of the operation personnel), which indirectly proved that there was no one hiding in the woods.

Gradually feeling relieved, Lang Jingtian sneered and looked at the slowly flowing Yongding River, feeling quite contented at this moment.

"I thought this was a sea of ​​fire and swords, but it turns out it's all soft persimmons, a bunch of trash~!"

If Lang Jingtian had not been worried about something, he would have laughed out loud. The fan pendant and the secret code, as long as they matched, the thing would fall into his hands. He could then go back to Shuiyazi to retrieve the key. They would still have to travel by water, and Pier No. 6 would be evacuated overnight. It couldn't be smoother.

From predicting that underground construction would inevitably encounter accidents, to arranging personnel to break into the hospital in advance, the operatives took advantage of the construction party's unpreparedness to obtain drawings and information. It can be said that one link is linked to another, and the means are extremely sophisticated and hard to guard against.

In order to understand what the underground fortifications of the capital city look like after they were dug out, Lang Jingtian really took great pains and his patience is unmatched by ordinary people.

Seeing the dawn of victory, the other side may not even be able to touch his tail. If a person leads a team to challenge the northern intelligence agencies, makes fun of them like monkeys, and returns to Hong Kong victoriously, then he will be the king of the intelligence community.

What CIA, what Defense Military Intelligence Agency, what KGB, what they can't do, what he, Lang Jingtian, is about to do at this moment, how can he not feel proud.

Seeing that the delivery man Owl had already climbed up to the turret and looked back at him, Lang Jingtian nodded and indicated that he would follow. After hesitating for a moment, he saw that the young man pushing the bicycle had walked to the middle of the bridge and had never looked back to pay attention to him. So he gave up observing him and treated him as a passerby.

On the fort, it was unknown what weapons were originally placed to guard the bridge. They had long been dismantled, leaving only the rusty broken pieces that no one cared about.

Next to the fort is a turret built of cobblestone concrete. There are still traces of shells and bullets on the wall. Above the turret is the observation post where Xiao Rizi used to be. It was probably here that the Japanese and puppet soldiers waved flags to stop the train for inspection.

However, as time passed, all the wooden stairs leading up to the tower have decayed, and even the roof of the turret has been blown off. Only the spiral staircase leading downwards is made of stone slabs, which has weathered the wind and rain, leaving only traces of time.

The owl came in from the fort, still holding his nose. Not far away, there was a hot thing. It was probably the masterpiece left by that bastard. If it wasn't for something important to do today, the owl would have wanted to leave a deep impression on that bastard and make him remember it.

Walking up the stone steps, we came to the bottom of the turret. It was dark and damp inside, with moss still in the corners.

There was a strong smell of urine in the air, and there were quite a few dried cow dung spots around. It seemed that not only Xu Le used this place as a toilet, but the railway workers who patrolled the section also left a lot of dung here.

The air did smell bad, but the consignee had already arrived. Looking at his watch, Owl could only suppress his impatience and look at the passage under the stairs from time to time.

He had already personally inspected this place. The passage below could lead to another artillery position, which was a hidden and relatively safe place. The people above chose to trade, and it seemed that they also understood the situation here.

He looked secretly at one of the corners. In the crack of the wall under the bricks and stones was the item he was going to hand over to the other party today. He didn't know what was inside. What he knew was that the item was very important.

There were footsteps on the stairs. The owl withdrew its gaze and pretended to urinate in the corner, just like a tourist looking for a place to use the toilet.

The next person to arrive was Lang Jingtian. Seeing the owl peeing in the corner, he came down the stairs, looked around, touched the mustache under his nose, lit a cigarette for himself, and started smoking.

Seeing that the person coming down was the one holding the jade pendant, Owl raised his eyebrows and stopped pretending. He circled around Lang Jingtian with his handbag and asked frankly towards the passage.

"Hello, comrade, can we get through here?"

Lang Jingtian smiled generously, took the cigarette between his lips and held it in his hand, then pointed lightly towards the passage.

"Well, it depends on how you walk. There's a saying that goes, winding paths lead to secluded places. If you walk well, you'll get through!"

Owl smiled awkwardly, his mind instantly came back to normal, and he looked at Lang Jingtian with a reserved expression.

"What did you say just now, a winding path leading to a secluded place?"

"The Zen room is full of flowers and trees~!"

After Lang Jingtian exchanged the secret signal, he immediately stretched out his right hand and wanted to shake hands with Owl. However, in the face of his kindness, Owl did not stretch out his hand, but looked at him with confusion.

After hesitating for a moment, the owl took out the folding fan from the bag, opened it and fanned his chest with air. He looked at the pendant hanging at the end of his fan, then looked meaningfully at the person who had picked up the item, without saying a word.

"Look at my poor memory. You dropped this thing into the river just now!"

Smilingly, Lang Jingtian took out the other half from his pocket, spread out his hand and stretched it towards the owl. Since the other party was very well-behaved, he had to follow the rules as well and hand the jade pendant to the other party.

Looking closely at the half jade pendant in Lang Jingtian's palm, Owl lifted up the jade pendant on his fan and reached over for comparison. Just as he was about to nod in acknowledgement, his eyes fixed and he stared at Lang Jingtian intently.

"Your piece is different from mine, it's not mine~!" (End of this chapter)