Guarding the prison for thirty years: Exiting the land sword fairy

The next day.

Just came to the town prison secretary.

I met the commander Qinglong at the door, and was dragged aside by him before entering the prison.

With a solemn expression, he reminded: "Brother Wang, if you see the third prince coming to the prison in the past few days, you must tell me the news as soon as possible..."

"What happened?" Wang Hao asked curiously.

Last night, the third prince was seriously injured, and he didn't look like he committed a crime.

How could the command envoy of Hulong Villa come to say hello in person...

"Yesterday, the envoys of the Northern Yan Dynasty came to the capital... but because of the influence of the demon monks at the Baihua Temple Fair, they just went to court to meet the Holy One to discuss marriage matters." Qinglong leaned his head and explained in a low voice.

"As a result, Beiyan's envoys named and asked the third prince, Xia Xin, to marry Beiyan's princess as his wife, and he wanted to be canonized as a concubine...they were willing to negotiate a peace, and for this reason, they used the sixteen prefectures of Yanyun as a dowry to compensate my princess. The land of Xia."

"Isn't this a good thing! It can not only take back the country, but also allow the two countries to marry and avoid war..." Wang Hao smiled.

The Sixteen States of Yanyun, located at the junction of Daxia and Beiyan, has been a battleground for military strategists since ancient times.

It originally belonged to the northern territory of Daxia, but it was lost by Xia Wenzong 60 years ago and has been occupied by Beiyan.

And this time the war between the two countries was due to the dispute over the historical ownership of the sixteen prefectures of Yanyun.

In addition, the Nether Sect was deeply rooted in the sixteen prefectures of Yanyun, and its forces were intertwined. It was in turmoil all the year round, which caused the Northern Yan Dynasty a headache.

Taking advantage of this battle, Beiyan reluctantly cared for her flesh, and wanted to join hands with Daxia to eradicate the cancer of the Nether Sect.

For this reason, with the marriage of the two countries as a bond, the sixteen prefectures of Yanyun were used as dowry, and the marriage between Qin and Jin was concluded in one fell swoop.

"A good thing is a good thing! The sage, Longyan Dayue, agreed to the marriage on the spot... But after the Third Prince heard the news, he disagreed and insisted on opposing it!" Qinglong said with a bitter face.

Shaking his head and sighing, with a look of regret on his face, he explained: "What kind of woman His Highness said will only affect him from drawing his sword... He only has the sword in his heart, and he can't accommodate anything else."

"Afterwards, he quietly disappeared into the Promise Hall. The Holy One sent many people but failed to find him."

"The third prince, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, just escaped from marriage?" Wang Hao grinned.

Qinglong nodded and said: "Yes! Now the Holy Lord Longyan is furious and issued an imperial decree to search the whereabouts of His Highness the Third Highness. The situation is very serious. It is very likely that this incident will affect the situation on the border between the two countries again."

"I see. If there is news about the third prince, I will definitely inform you." Wang Hao nodded.

He patted him on the shoulder, indicating that he would pay attention.

Done.

Turn around and walk towards the dungeon.

"Senior Wang is doing business, I am very relieved!" Qinglong smiled.

Seeing Wang Hao's disappearing back, he left the prison contentedly.

Enter the dungeon.

As a routine matter, Wang Hao first went to the eighth floor prison to check on the scholars who were imprisoned last night.

Then go to the ninth floor of the prison to inspect the situation of the young master Nether.

According to Zhou Dian's instructions, these two prisoners with special identities should be treated specially.

Can't lose!

Strengthen prison inspections.

Came to the eighth floor of the dungeon.

Standing in front of the Confucian saint son.

"This Prisoner, are you here to see me off?" said Meng Ran, the Confucian sage.

Seeing Wang Hao approaching, he stood up from the ground, calmly and calmly.

The chains rattled.

"Routine work, inspecting the prison." Wang Hao said with a straight face.

Poker face!

After taking a closer look at the other party, he turned to look at the scholar in Tsing Yi next door.

It was found that everything is normal and there is no problem.

Then he left at ease and walked to the ninth floor of the prison.

Seeing Wang Hao's footsteps gradually disappearing, the scholar in Tsing Yi stuck to the wall and whispered, "Holy Son, are you okay!"

"I'm fine." Meng Ran replied.

"Holy Son, the student is ordered by the headmaster to come to take back the sacred object of the academy... Please also hand over the ruler of Confucianism to the student." The scholar in Tsing Yi said in a low voice.

Hearing this sentence, there was no movement in the cell next door for a long time.

Just when he was about to lose his patience... There was a sigh from the next door.

He pondered for a long time.

Meng Ran finally spoke, with a hoarse voice, "The holy object is not on me."

"What? How could it not be on you?" The scholar in Tsing Yi said in shock.

Frowning slightly, with disbelief in his eyes, he whispered: "Back then, someone saw you holding a ruler, forcibly breaking into the Great Xia Palace, standing on the Golden Luan Hall and angrily berating Emperor Tianqi."

Immediately.

He said to himself: "After these years, the academy has sent people into the Daxia Palace to inquire, but they have not found the whereabouts of the holy objects."

"During the battle with the Tianqi old thief, the ruler was broken into two pieces. I gave one piece to Linger, and the other piece was suppressed by the Tianqi old thief with the Jade Seal of the Kingdom..." Meng Ran recalled with a smile on his face. road.

Mentioning this made him very emotional.

Even after 18 years, such a big humiliation cannot be forgotten!

The talent around him surged and boiled, constantly impacting the iron chains on his body, and the words on the wall burst into golden lights, echoing the talent in his body.

His voice was hoarse, and he roared: "But how could the sacred things be destroyed so easily? The old thief Tianqi was backlashed by the holy things, and he paid the due price."

In the end, laugh out loud.

The voice is full of sadness and joy...

As if he could hurt Emperor Tianqi, he felt very happy.

"Although I was imprisoned and trapped for 18 years, the old thief Qi will not feel good that day. He will suffer from the pain of relapse of old injuries every day, and he will be tortured day and night!" Meng Ran gritted his teeth.

"Holy Son, before I came to the prison, I had already met Bai Ling'er, but she didn't mention the half ruler." The scholar in Tsing Yi said.

"What? You met Ling'er? How is she doing recently? How has she lived in the past 18 years?" Meng Ran said excitedly.

After a moment of silence, the scholar in Tsing Yi organized his words.

He hesitated to explain: "Bai Ling'er has become the Queen of Great Xia at this time..."

This statement came out.

Meng Ran erupted instantly.

The hatred of taking a wife is irreconcilable!
The anger and evil spirit accumulated in my heart can no longer be controlled.

Although he forced himself to cultivate himself and recite Confucian classics in the past 18 years, he could not eliminate the resentment and worries in his heart.

now.

Once it explodes!
"Old thief Tianqi, you deserve to die!" Meng Ran raised his head to the sky and screamed.

The sealed cultivation in the body was running crazily, breaking through the seal on the lute bone in an instant.

boom!
at the same time.

The poems and songs on the wall shine brightly, exuding an infinite fierce aura.

Literal and verbal, verbal criticism!
"I am good at cultivating my noble spirit..." Meng Ran whispered.

Using the finger to represent the sword, he slashed across the surrounding chains.

Raise my swordsmanship!

A terrifying aura suddenly burst out of his body, and all the cold iron chains tied to his body were broken.

Composite realm cultivation base!
I have raised a sword for 18 years, and it is now unsheathed...