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

Qinyuan Chess Hall.

Jiang Tianci dragged the bruised Fang Jing back to the chess hall, which immediately attracted the attention of other scholars.

"Sir, what's wrong with Fang Daru?" A scholar asked in shock.

"Who is so bold to hurt Fang Ru like this..."

For a while, there was a burst of condemnation in the hall of the chess hall, one after another.

The crowd is outraged!
"You guys continue to play chess, this matter has nothing to do with you..." Jiang Tianci said indifferently.

After entering the room, he had a gloomy expression, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Turning his head to look at Fang Jing beside the tea table, his eyes were cold, and he asked: "How did things become like this... Did you get the things of Confucianism and sages?"

"Senior brother Jiang, the ruler of the Confucian saints is not on the son." Fang Jing said bitterly.

The difficulties I have encountered today can be said to be in vain...

Not only did the holy object not get, even the Son lost contact.

"What's going on? Why didn't you follow the plan." Jiang Tianci said.

His face was frosty, his whole body exuded a icy cold air, and his eyes were fixed on the other party without blinking.

Seeing that Fang Jing was restless.

He hurriedly stood up from his seat, and explained tremblingly: "All of this was done by the Holy Son... I also suffered from an innocent disaster."

Immediately, he told what happened in the prison in detail.

"You mean the relics are on Bai Linger's body?" Jiang Tianci whispered.

Stretching out his hand to touch his chin, showing a thoughtful look, he muttered to himself: "It was because of this woman that the Holy Son stole the things of Confucian saints, concealed his whereabouts and came to Daxia...the result was eighteen years of separation."

"A beautiful face is a disaster... for a woman, I ruined my future in vain. Is it really worth it?"

"By the way, Senior Brother Jiang, the judge in the sky prison knows the Yangwu sword technique of our school, and it's even sharper and terrifying... One sword wounded the Holy Son." Fang Jing said.

A look of surprise suddenly appeared in the sluggish eyes.

brooding!

"Is that the jailer who drew his sword to me?" Jiang Tianci became interested.

He squinted his eyes, and there was a fearful light in his pupils.

"Hmm! It's him..." Fang Jing said.

"This man is a master, with amazing murderous intent. He must be a murderer without blinking an eye. Don't mess with him in the future... Don't forget our mission in Daxia." Jiang Tianci reminded.

Seriously.

He picked up a cup of fragrant tea on the table, moistened his throat, calmed down his angry heart, and said, "Don't worry about this matter, I will find a chance tomorrow and go to the Great Summer Palace to talk to Bai Ling'er again." Seeing each other... Confucianism, Taoism and sacred things are bound to be obtained."

Town Prison Division Tianlao.

The fire in the quiet room was soaring to the sky, and the fiery flames danced and swayed wantonly in the room.

A stalwart figure was bathed in flames, sitting cross-legged, motionless.

"True Phoenix and Divine Flame are really domineering!" Wang Hao marveled.

With a flip of the palm, a fist-sized flame appeared in red gold, suspended in the air.

In terms of power alone, its destructive power far exceeds that of Qi Shiyun's Fire Phoenix by dozens of times.

This is the flame formed by his three hours of cultivation, condensing his murderous aura.

Not only has the incineration power of the fire phoenix, but also has the destructiveness of killing everything.

"As expected, the harder you work, the luckier you get!" Wang Hao put away the True Phoenix Flame.

Walk out of the quiet room and come to the lobby on the first floor.

Prepare to hand over the task, and get off work in exchange.

After the troubles during the day, his violent suppression of the Confucian saint and Princess Beiyan completely exposed his cultivation strength.

If you want to keep a low profile in the sky prison, it seems a bit unrealistic.

"I've seen Wang Tixing!" A jailer greeted respectfully.

Worship the strong and respect strength.

When the passing jailers saw him, they all stepped forward to salute.

Respectfully.

"Wang Tixing, the safety of the prison will depend entirely on you..." Old Zhang walked over.

With a smile on his face, the old man moved closer to him, put his shoulders together and said, "Would you like to go to Juxianglou for a drink tonight, my treat?"

"Where is Ronaldinho? How can we miss him when drinking flower wine?" Wang Hao asked curiously.

"Hey...Xiao Luo suffered a lot and was called away by Zhou Dian prison." Lao Zhang laughed strangely.

With a strange expression and a gloating expression, he strode towards the outside of the dungeon.

Come to Juxiang Building.

The food and wine are served on the table, and two or three young ladies are called to accompany them to serve the wine and food.

"What happened to Ronaldinho?" Wang Hao asked.

Putting down the wine glass, showing curiosity, he looked at Lao Zhang and asked.

"What else can he do? He abused the lynching and beat that General Wu into a horrific sight... He was punished by Zhou Prison and sent to the Corpse Refining Workshop. I'm afraid he won't be able to get out for a year or so." Lao Zhang explained.

"Come on, drink, don't mention that unlucky little Luo."

Three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

"Wang Tixing, you drink slowly here, I'll go to Xiaosha first." Old Zhang said politely.

He hugged the little lady on one left and one on the right, and walked to the next room.

"Yes." Wang Hao nodded.

The corners of his mouth turned up, and a faint smile appeared.

I didn't expect that Lao Zhang, who was always strong and strong, had reached the age of seventy, would still have such a good mood.

The girls here, although their looks and figures are high-class, he doesn't even like them.

Compared with the 28 coquettish female ghosts at home, messing around with the little lady here is a waste of time... the gain outweighs the loss.

"Xiaoer, pay the bill!" Wang Hao stood up and said.

Throwing an ingot of twelve taels of silver on the table, he walked out of Juxiang Tower.

He shook his hand and said, "There's no need to look for it..."

Now he is carrying several 10 taels of gold, not short of money at all, and finally experienced the pleasure of Ronaldinho spending a lot of money.

Rich and powerful!

Walking on the brightly lit street, one can clearly see that the situation on the street at this time is not as lively as it was during the Baihua Temple Fair.

The Hundred Flowers Temple Fair killed and injured tens of thousands of people in the capital. Emperor Tianqi was furious, and dispatched the Immortal Marquis to lead the Dragon Guards and Shence Army to guard the city, hunting down evil spirits and crooked people.

Anyone with a dirty background cannot escape the fate of being arrested.

The streets and alleys are full of figures of the Dragon Guards and the Shence Army.

At this time.

A Shence Army soldier holding the imperial list, riding a fast horse, galloped down the street and read aloud.

"From now on, a curfew will be enforced in the city. After You Hour, no one is allowed to appear on the streets. Anyone who discovers it will be arrested in the sky prison..."

The voice contained true energy, spread everywhere, and soon spread throughout the entire capital.

"The nightlife in the capital is gone... I'm afraid the population will increase next year." Wang Hao sighed.

Shaking his head, he strode forward.

Exercising the startling movement technique, he robbed the new house on the outskirts of the city.

It turned into a ray of light and rushed into the night sky, silently enjoying the fierce wind of the Nine Heavens in front of him.

Suddenly.

A black shadow fluttered above his head and rushed out of the city quickly.

"Demon?" Wang Hao asked in surprise.

Rotate the pupil of the delusion, and look up to the top of the head.

A Dapeng bird in the God Transformation Realm ran for its life in front, followed by three black shadows in rapid pursuit.