Star Trace Gate

In the dungeon.

Ren had just reached the entrance when he was stopped again by the inner prison guards.

He was a little impatient: "I told you, the witch master ordered me to investigate an important case, and I have to go to the prison."

The jailer saluted and said politely, "The young master of our witch master is here. He doesn't want to be disturbed by others. Hehe, a few of our brothers just accompanied him in. You should stay here for a while."

No matter how big the adult is, he is just an adult. Can he be bigger than the Witch Master?

The kid had left a message specifically, so the jailer naturally didn't dare to let him in. So Ren felt helpless, but there was nothing he could do but squat at the door and wait.

……

Inside the prison.

Xiao Jing'er carried the lunch box with difficulty and walked into the cell where Niu Xi was imprisoned.

At the door, eight jailers stood guard, not daring to listen or disturb.

In the dim cell, Niu Xi sat huddled up with his back against the cold wall. His hair was disheveled, his hands and feet were in shackles, and blood was still flowing from his buttocks. That was because the wall-breaking cone that sealed his entire body's star power had not yet been taken out.

The deputy commander-in-chief, who was in great glory a day ago, now looked extremely embarrassed, like a dog that had lost its home.

Jing'er usually only saw Niu Xi's glorious side, so this scene made him a little dazed and at a loss.

Niu Xi, on the other hand, acted very calm. He looked at Jing'er and asked with a smile, "Nephew, are you here to bring me some wine and meat?"

“Second uncle, how could you…!” Jing’er stuttered, his face turning pale. Halfway through his words, he suddenly became angry and turned back to yell at the jailer, “Why are you treating my second uncle like this? Take off his shackles and chains!”

The jailers at the door stood straight with their spears pointed, and no one responded.

"Haha."

Niu Xi laughed heartily and said softly, "Jing'er, don't make things difficult for these jailers. As long as Second Uncle has wine and meat, that's all."

In the cell not far away, Weng Sanren was bored to death, and Bai Wulai was lying on the wooden railing, listening excitedly to the conversation between Jing'er and Niu Xi.

When I say it hurts in the balls, it's not just an adjective, it really hurts, he gets a little irritated, and his urine is yellow.

Jing'er blinked her lively eyes, and after being stunned for a long time, she silently opened the lunch box and took out eight side dishes, four cold and four hot, and two pots of good wine.

The weight of these things was far too heavy for a child of seven or eight years old. He carried them all the way from the inner hall, and his hands were red from being strangled.

"Haha, these are all my favorite dishes. Okay, okay." Niu Xi's voice was cheerful, without any of the depression and irritability of a prisoner. He sat cross-legged, picked up the chopsticks and began to eat and drink.

Not far away, Jing'er was squatting quietly beside the straw mat like a kitten, with his hands around his legs, his chin resting on his knees, not saying a word.

Niu Xi was a soldier, and he was bold by nature. He would finish a chicken leg in two bites and a small pot of good wine in one gulp: "Jing'er, if you ask me, your father's cook is the best. The food he cooks is very appetizing."

"This is not made in the kitchen." Jing'er lowered her head and murmured, "Mother got up at dawn and prepared it. It took her an hour to finish it."

Niu Xi was slightly startled when he heard this, then he frowned and drank half a pot of wine: "...Sister-in-law...Sister-in-law's cooking skills are also good."

"Mother said that you and Dad had a quarrel." Jing'er pursed her lips: "But Jing'er doesn't understand. Even if it was a quarrel, the anger should have subsided after a while. Why did Dad send you to this prison?"

"…Your father is right, it's Second Uncle who is wrong." Niu Xi replied with a smile: "Jing'er, people who do wrong must be punished."

Jing'er raised her head slowly, her expression aggrieved, tears welling up in her lively eyes as she felt sorry for Niu Xi: "Second uncle, I will go and beg daddy when I get back. You made a mistake, and I am willing to be punished with you."

The child expressed his emotions directly and strongly. He didn't understand what mistake Niu Xi had made. He only knew that his uncles treated him like their own son, especially Niu Xi, who not only taught him martial arts, but was also cheerful and interesting, unlike his father who was strict.

Under the dim light, Niu Xi had a dull expression. Looking at his little nephew in front of him and the food in the lunch box, he felt even more guilty and ashamed.

Just before this day, he was still committing rebellion and trying to push his eldest brother into a desperate situation.

"Ugh……!"

With a long sigh, Niu Xi lowered his head and said, "Jing'er, you have to take responsibility for your own mistakes. Your father and I will be fine, don't worry."

"really?"

"Really, whether it's family or brothers, they will quarrel when they grow up." Niu Xi smiled and nodded: "But after quarreling, they will make up as before, just like you and Qing'er, you often fought when you were young, but you are still brothers."

"Hehe, that's good..." Jing'er smiled brightly after hearing what Niu Xi said, and her posture became much more relaxed: "Qing'er and I don't fight anymore, we've grown up."

"Haha, eat something with me?!"

"Okay." Jing'er happily came over and started eating with Niu Xi.

In a cell not far away, Weng Sanren said with emotion: "When you grow up, you not only quarrel, but also hold grudges. Only children can really reconcile."

After a long time.

The uncle and nephew finished their food and drank all the wine.

Jing'er packed up the lunch box, held it in his hand and said, "Second Uncle, I'll bring you food later."

"Okay." Niu Xi nodded slightly.

"Then you can take a rest." After Jing'er bowed, he walked out and ordered, "Treat my second uncle well and don't bully him! Otherwise, he will punish you severely after he reconciles with Dad."

Your uncle might be about to lose his head, kid. The jailers murmured in their hearts, but they dared not speak directly, and only nodded and flattered in response.

Jing'er said this as she was about to go out.

"Jing'er, wait a moment." At this time, Niu Xi shouted.

Jing'er turned around: "What's wrong, second uncle?"

"Come here."

"Oh."

He walked over again.

Niu Xi looked outside the prison, and seeing that the soldiers did not dare to look inside, he used Jing'er's body to block his hands.

"brush!"

With a flash of fluorescent light, an ancient book appeared in Niu Xi's hands.

He looked up at Jing'er, his eyes flashing with doting, as if he was doting on his nephew as well as his own son: "Second uncle's family has a classic book that is not passed on to others. If the person obtains it and uses it properly, he can be invincible on the battlefield. But this book is against the harmony of heaven and will damage one's virtue. Second uncle gave it to you, hoping that you will learn it, but not use it. If you encounter any difficulties, he can save your life and ensure that you have food and clothing at the critical moment. Remember, keep the classic book in mind and don't pass it on to others. In this world, only what you know is the most valuable."

Jing'er's expression was a little dull, as if he understood but not quite.

"I don't want this book to be buried in the earth, and I also hope... hehe, it's just me who is guilty, don't implicate others." Niu Xi slowly raised his hands and stuffed the book into Jing'er's arms.

Not far away, Weng Sanren was excited when he heard this and thought to himself, "Oh, there is such a play?"

After Niu Xi handed the family heirloom "The Book of Thousand Poisons" to Jing'er, he said with a serious and solemn expression: "Your father and I had no choice in many things. Now that the country is stable and peaceful... Jing'er, remember, don't enter the court in the future, don't get involved in political affairs... Just find a safe place and become a rich man, that is the greatest blessing in life."

"Jing... Jing'er knows."

"Go, and get me some good wine tonight."

"it is good."

After the uncle and nephew finished chatting, Jing'er left with the lunch box.

Niu Xi sat in the cell, looking up at the mottled bluestone ceiling, and sighed: "...My son should be like this too, I hope you can treat them well."

……

Not long after.

Ren also saw Jing'er walking out of the inner prison carrying a lunch box, and the prison bosses were happily seeing him off.

When the group of people returned, one of the jailers clasped his fists and said, "Master Buddha, please come in!"

"Ah."

Ren nodded perfunctorily and immediately walked into the dungeon.

He walked along the dark corridor, searched around, and saw Niu Xi.

However, when he was about to communicate with the other party, he suddenly had an idea and wanted to find out what the child had done when he came in just now.

Who should I ask?

Ren Ye turned his head and saw the horrified Weng Sanren, who was lying on the wooden railing and baring his teeth at him.

"Ah."

King Huai sneered, life and death are unpredictable.

He walked to the door of the cell, dismissed the jailer who followed him, and said with his hands behind his back: "Brother Sanren, you look very energetic! I guess this kind of life of eating and drinking at home is really nourishing."

"Your father is a eunuch?!" Weng Sanren replied.

"Can you change the way you curse?" Ren Ye slowly approached and asked in a low voice: "What did the kid say when he came in and saw Niu Xi just now? Tell me!"

Weng Sanren rolled his eyes and sneered, "Why should I tell you?"

"fine."

"Wait, it's not that I can't tell you." Weng Sanren shouted, "I can tell you, but while I'm in the cell, you have to tell me everything that happens outside, not a single word can be missed. And... you have to bring me three meals a day and serve me."

The two looked at each other and sparks flew.

"Serve you?!" Ren Ye's eyes were sharp.

"Why, I can't be served?"

"Alas." Ren Ye sighed, squinted at him, and said word by word: "First of all, I have 74 points of trust!"

Weng Sanren was stunned.

"74 points means that I am the person the wizard trusts the most."

“……!” Weng Sanren was stunned again.

"So, I'm going to meet him right away and speak well of you." Ren Ye pointed at Weng Sanren's cute little face and said, "I'll tell the witch master that while you were in prison, for some reason, you really wanted to find out what was going on outside. I suggest... you be torn to pieces immediately!"

Weng Sanren blinked wildly.

"Forget it, quartering is too cruel, let's start with the torture." Ren Ye gritted his teeth and said, "First, find ten strong men to take turns pulling out your bullets, soaking them in vinegar, and pickling them with chili peppers..."

"Okay, brother, stop talking." Weng Sanren interrupted immediately, "Niu Xi gave the kid a book, saying it was a family heirloom!"

"I do not believe!"

"I swear to God, this is true." Weng Sanren swore, "You are about to pickle the bullets, there is no need to lie...!"

"No, you forgot to mention one thing."

“?!” Weng Sanren was stunned.

"Niu Xi just gave you 100,000 Star Sources." Ren Ye stared at him and said word by word: "Is that right?!"

Weng Sanren was trembling with anger and remained speechless for a long time.