The first cause of all realms

Chapter 26 Execution after the autumn!

Pad it yourself?
Yang Yu's eyes flickered for a moment, but he didn't speak.

Thinking back to that cold-faced head catcher, it seemed that he still had such a warm heart.

Pressing his mind, Yang Qiu and the old jailer played a trick on their parents.

The jailer's name is Wang Er, and he is the oldest person in the prison. According to him, he was a jailer at sixteen, and he is already sixty-six this year.

He has no children, eats, drinks and lives in the big prison, and has not been out of the prison for many years.

The jailer's work was much more leisurely than Yang Jian had imagined. After a whole day, he had nothing to do except chatting with the old jailer.

Escorting the prisoners to work in the mine naturally has nothing to do with him.

"Okay, you get to know it gradually. This is how we do it, do whatever you want, even if it's sleeping, as long as the prisoner doesn't lose it, it's up to you."

The old jailer walked away slowly with his pipe in his mouth.

Yang Jue watched the old jailer leave, but he was digesting his words in his heart.

The Heishan City Prison occupies a very large area, and one person like him has to guard a large area, with about forty prisoners.

And there are far more jailers in Heishan City than there are arresters. It is said that there were about a hundred guards at their peak.

"With 4000 criminals, which one will be the target of Lianshengjiao?"

Yang Jue stroked his chin, thinking to himself.

He didn't forget his purpose of going to prison.

In the conversation with Wang Er, he also confirmed that in recent months, there have indeed been many new guards who came in because the old guards were killed.

However, the prison in Heishan City is extremely large, with one hundred guards and four thousand prisoners, it is impossible to judge which people are the people of the Liansheng Sect.

And what is the goal of Lianshengjiao.

After thinking about it for a while, Yang Jian carried the oil lamp and began to patrol the cell.

The entire Black Mountain Prison extends in all directions, and the jurisdictions of a hundred jailers are connected to each other, and each jurisdiction has ten cells.

There may be one or two people, or four or five people, and they have different controls and treatment according to the severity of their crimes.

Most of the prison cells under his jurisdiction have serious crimes, but the crimes are not worthy of death.

Yang Prison patrolled the cells from cell to cell. These prisoners were either numb, indifferent, or yelling hysterically, but all of them were skinny and ragged.

The law of the Ming Dynasty was extremely strict with regard to the death penalty.

Taizu Zhang Yuanzhu believes that human life is a creation of heaven, and only the "Son of Heaven" is qualified to determine life and death.

Therefore, all states, prefectures, and counties in the world do not have the right to kill prisoners.

Only by reporting the death penalty and obtaining the consent of the court can they be executed uniformly after the fall.

However, keeping these prisoners is a huge expense in itself. Prisons in many county towns often reduce the food rations of prisoners and increase their labor.

Many prisoners often died in the prison like this.

When relatives come to make trouble, often they can only get the four-word answer of "suicide in fear of crime".

The first day of being a jailer passed by while wandering around in prison Yang, and the next few days were not bad.

There is no clue for a while, and he is not in a hurry.

Every day when I go to work, I paddle. It looks like I am sleeping, but I am practicing exercises. At night, I soak in a medicinal bath, and at the same time, I refine the newly obtained ingredients 'yellow ancient books' in the cauldron of gluttony.

One exchange of blood is just the beginning, and there are two or three exchanges of blood on it.

The strength of blood qi is not only related to the strength of internal qi, but also restricts the progress of martial arts.

In a blood exchange, regardless of the method of subduing qi practiced internally or the hard work practiced externally, it can only be cultivated to the third level.

The iron crotch skill and the method of subduing qi each have nine levels.

Naturally, Yang Jue would not stop changing blood.

In the rest of the time, he wandered around the many stalls, small shops, and even pawnshops on the North and South Avenues.

Looking for other ingredients.

It's a pity that only one handkerchief with "Wind Walk" was found.

When selling things in the market, people often buy new ones rather than old ones. They want to buy old things, but there is no place to buy them.

After all, in a place like Heishan City, there is no 'elegant' who appreciates antique calligraphy and painting at all.

Gentlemen, prefer grain and gold.

It is not easy to find one.

In this way, in a flash, half a month has passed.

Or maybe it was because he knew iron crotch kung fu, this time the refining was surprisingly smooth, and he had already refined it in less than ten days.

Obtained the iron crotch skill in this ancient book.

Sure enough, with the comparison, Yang Yu found that the same iron crotch skill, refined by the cauldron of gluttony, seemed to be about the same.

However, there are only minor changes.

Even the Iron Crotch Kung Fu, which prevented him from entering the door for more than ten days, he successfully entered the door on the first day after refining the ancient books.

"Iron Crotch Kungfu is finally done."

In a corner of the dark prison, Yang Jue slowly let out a mouthful of foul air, with a touch of joy.

At the same time, I also felt the difference in my body.

The warm internal air flow to the crotch is like covering the crotch with a layer of iron clothes, and at the same time, the strength of the waist and abdomen has also increased a lot.

The increase in strength is enough, as for whether it can resist heavy blows, or even swords, he is unwilling and afraid to try.

"The waist and hips are an important part of a person's strength. The strengthening of the waist and hips has increased my strength in disguise."

Yang prison was satisfied:

"According to what the iron crotch skill says, this is the first level? The persuasion method is faster, I'm afraid I'm already on the second level..."

His progress is far more than that.

Slightly closing his eyes, the progress bar on the cauldron wall is vivid in his mind:

[Blood exchange: progress (16/100) second blood exchange]

[Mum Xianger Convincing Record: Progress (9/100) Level [-]]

[Iron crotch skill: progress (3/100) first floor]

[Windstep: Progress (25/100) third floor]

In half a month, Yang prison's progress can be described as rapid.

Not only has he practiced his convincing energy to the second level, but he has also practiced to the third level.

After eating some 'iron beads' to replenish his physical strength and the cauldron of gluttony, Yang Qian got up.

First relax your muscles and bones, then move your steps and swing the broken knife, and practice the knife technique and wind step at the same time.

The progress of martial arts in martial arts is not restricted by the blood level.

"It's a pity that my sword technique has not progressed. Maybe it's the reason why I haven't obtained a complete sword technique?"

While rehearsing slowly, Yang prison had some calculations in his mind.

The saber technique naturally fell on Old Man Wei.

He was almost certain that that ghost knife must be an ingredient that could be refined!
However, he was not in a hurry, but waited.

The end of autumn has arrived, the execution ground has been cleaned up, and it is time for the prisoners in the death row to leave with the autumn.

tata tao~
Half an hour later, Yang prison's heart moved, he slowly withdrew his posture, and looked in the direction of the prison door.

The person who came was the young policeman who had gone to look for Weihe that day.

"Yang Prison!"

The catcher stopped in the distance, covered his nose and waved.

Yang Qiu casually handed over the cell key to another jailer, and followed the jailer out of the door.

Not as he expected.

The day of beheading at the end of autumn has arrived.

The old parents in Heishan City, nicknamed "Three Feet High in the Sky", were also rarely promoted, and they wanted to mention a vicious criminal in prison.

"This beast is extremely vicious, and it is said that he has practiced a foreign skill to a very high level. In order to catch this person, many of us died.

Among them, there is also a nephew of our lord. "

The policeman kept walking and talking, trying to explain the situation to Yang prison as concisely as possible:

"When you execute tomorrow at noon, remember to kill this person first!"

　Good night everyone.

　
(End of this chapter)