Leaving the provincial capital, half an hour later, they arrived at the Qipan Mountain area in the southeastern suburbs of Shengjing. The altitude here was not high, but surrounded by mountains, the air was exceptionally good.
"I've been here before," Yaoyao suddenly said.
"When?" I asked.
"Before the Guangning Campaign, my father led his troops past here. Because it was night and it was raining, the army lost its way in this area. They wandered around for a whole night and ended up back where they started. After dawn, they found a hunter nearby and asked him. He said this place was called Longshan, and the mountains were full of mazes, and even hunters like them could easily get lost."
"Longshan? Then there must be legends about dragons," Bingbing asked curiously, "Why did it later get called Qipan Mountain?"
Yaoyao smiled faintly: "That's what I asked the hunter back then. After we settle in, I'll take you to climb Qipan Mountain. When we reach the summit, I'll tell you the story."
"Still leaving a suspense," Bingbing covered her mouth and chuckled, "Sister Yaoyao, you should be writing novels!"
They definitely wouldn't get lost now, because there were road signs placed at intervals.
After winding for several kilometers, they arrived at a relatively large mountain valley. On the flat ground between the valleys stood three four-story ancient-style buildings. The main building was on the north side, with symmetrical wings on the east and west. Chen Lu's Audi was parked in front of the west wing. I counted the windows, over twenty. The building she mentioned as being prepared for us was likely this one.
After getting out of the car, a capable young woman in a suit came out of the building and bowed slightly to Chen Lu: "Miss, everything is ready. The honored guests may check in directly."
Chen Lu pulled me over and introduced me to the woman, saying she was the manager of this building, named Zhao Nana, and I could find her if I needed anything.
"Boss, I need to take leave," the fox spirit said to me with a smile, "Miss Chen said she wants to hire some professional mentors for our team to teach us how to do live streaming. I'll accompany her to the city to pick them up."
I thought Chen Lu was making an excuse to spend more time alone with "Hu Sihai," and agreed without thinking, only reminding the fox spirit to be careful.
After Chen Lu took the fox spirit away, Zhao Nana showed us around the building. The building also had a name, called "Xijiangyue." I asked what the symmetrical building on the east was called, and Zhao Nana said it was "Dongfeng Po."
"Then the main building to the north must be called 'Beidao Shengjing'?" I joked, wondering what kind of genius came up with these names, so elegant yet so vulgar, and how they subtly complemented the semi-ancient buildings.
Zhao Nana said seriously: "The main building is called 'Wangjiangshan.' And look at that archway to the south, did you notice? It says 'Nanshan Nan.'"
"...The person who named these must be a fan of music, right?" I said with a wry smile. No wonder she could come up with 'Dongfeng Po.' 'Jiangshan Bei Wang,' 'Nanshan Nan,' these are all song lyrics!"
"Our group spent a lot of money to find someone with a peculiar taste on the mountain to name them!" Zhao Nana, despite her crude language, maintained a serious demeanor. She then pointed to the mountain behind them. I noticed that the top of the mountain was flat, with only a few protruding rocks, which were likely the main peak of Qipan Mountain.
After entering the building and looking around, it was a standard four-star hotel. The rooms were not small and came with an indoor gym, swimming pool, and conference room.
I took a liking to the conference room, or more accurately, the large table in the conference room. It looked like it was cut from a single piece of solid wood, about seven or eight meters long and three meters wide, likely made of imported material, and quite valuable.
After the tour, everyone chose their rooms. There were many rooms, so we could sleep anywhere. The third floor was the functional area, and the guest rooms on the first floor felt a bit damp. Most of us gathered in a row of rooms on the second floor.
After Zhao Nana left, I checked my watch; it was almost four in the afternoon. I used WeChat to ask Old Ba if there was any movement from Fanshen Village.
I had purchased 100GB of monthly data for each of them, which should be enough unless they were secretly downloading adult films.
Shortly after, Old Ba replied with a photo, which was of Fanshen Village. Judging by her location in the photo, she was on a mountaintop south of Fanshen Village. I had observed this mountain; it was slightly lower than Juhua Mountain where Jiuxian Cave was located, about the same height as Han Yin Temple. However, the mountaintop had plenty of vegetation, which could effectively conceal her. Moreover, she was a weasel, small and agile, making her easy to hide.