Mountains and seas can be flat

little master? ?Fang Zheng listened to the sound of Pang Meng's footsteps walking away in confusion, as if an urgent report came suddenly, he had no choice but to leave Fang Zheng behind.Before he left, Peng Meng gave orders to those warriors: "First stuff other medicines. Don't stuff Xie Li Pills and Gengshi Poison, he will cure those two. Try stuffing nine Gu poisons."

The servants were ordered to fetch the poison.Bind Fang Zheng's limbs and eyes, and left the stone chamber.

What is this nine Gu poison?The white mist in Fang Zheng's mind didn't inform him of the information, so he thought about the strange title of Pang Meng just now: little master.

If Jun Yi lived to this day, he would be over 90 years old.Pang Meng is now over 70 years old, he can also call it out?Even if Yi Jun was young when he adopted him, and after experiencing the deterioration of the relationship such as splitting and standing in teams, can he still use the affectionate and joking nickname?Although he only got along with Pang Meng for a short time, Fang Zheng also felt that this gray-haired old guy was by no means an old urchin.He is still struggling in the political arena to this day.It's not like there is a measure of grudges with Jun Yi with a smile.

Fang Zheng racked his brains to think, that tone was more like... contemptuous ridicule.However, Yijun is such a character as the God of Arrows, who has made great achievements for thousands of years. No matter whether he is a friend or an enemy, no one has the right to laugh at him, right?What does Pang Meng mean?What is "can't get out"?Where were they locked up?The whole thing was utterly eerie.

In the not-so-quiet darkness, Fang Zheng listened intently to the sounds of the surrounding cells.He did not forget to look for the mysterious old man inspired by the white mist who could interpret the engravings of the Huaxu people.That person should also be locked up somewhere to be tortured.There are too many rooms around the cell, and Fang Zheng can hear at least a dozen different sounds with his ears upright.With the architectural precedent of building a white jade palace, building a fully enclosed and soundproof cell only requires huge stones to fit tightly.It is also technically possible.But emery wheels are very precious and should not be wasted in such places.From the perspective of productivity, Fang Zheng recognized this choice.There are basically no prisoners in Qinglongling, and they will be dealt with with economic punishment, physical punishment and reform through labor.But Xiazhu already has 20 people, and the number of criminals is increasing. More developed methods of torture should be developed to improve social efficiency.But they were forced to convert to witch spirits, and they were slack about the actual prison proceedings, which is also one of the signs that the social process is hindered.Fang Zheng thought to himself that the experience of struggle in ancient times was still immature.If the voices in the prison cell communicate with each other, how many tricks can be played by criminals in later generations.

Fang Zheng struggled a little, but he didn't feel the guards outside making things difficult for him.It is speculated that this cell should be quite high-standard, not the kind of fence that can be seen directly, but a stone room.Fang Zheng withdrew his hands from the rope in a silent gesture, and then took off the cloth strips on his eyes.Sure enough, there are walls made of huge stones all around, and there are some dry grass in the corners.There is a big stone gate in front.There is a vent at the top.Listen to the sound and there are two guards at the door.One samurai stood still, while the other walked back and forth.

Fang Zheng lightly untied his feet again, and carefully moved to the wall to caress the big rocks, which were extremely hard, and now Fang Zheng had no sharp weapon at hand.He waited a while longer.There is no sign of Pang Meng coming back.He listened and recognized that he was in a group of cells facing north and south, and the two stone cells on the left and right were empty.The two closed ones farther away should be half dead.On the far left is a woman, and on the right is an animal like a civet cat.The further stone chambers face east-west.In the far east is a powerful warrior hammering the wall, and in the second room are two warriors whipping a child.In the third room, two people were tied together and struggling.The fourth room... There are the sounds of the old man coughing, the sound of soldiers moving the engraving, and the sound of recording symbols on the bark...

Fang Zheng froze, he found it, it should be that room.The calculated position is in the southeast, with a straight line distance of more than [-] meters.The path needs to go through this north-south passage after going out to reach the fourth cell in the east-west direction... There is an old man there. Judging from the enlightenment given to him by the white mist, the old man understands the jade carvings left by the Huaxu people. The samurai have been torturing him.

There were two soldiers at the door of the stone room where Fang Zheng was being held. There were five or six soldiers walking farther away, and there were seven or eight soldiers who did not move around the cell extending from east to west.Fang Zheng didn't hear any movement on other floors, which means that this cell is only on one floor.Further outside should lead to the exit.In terms of the production needs of Xiazhu Yanglun City, the light criminal law is to punish the crime in which workshop in the name of Wu Ling.Those who are locked up here are all felons who have to save their lives to extract information.The "heavy soldiers" guarding are also expensive and not expensive.

Fang Zheng heard the noise outside and pushed open the stone gate, and it was the soldiers who had taken the "Nine Gu Poison" back.The moment they opened the door, they found that Fang Zheng was not there, and the straps were all untied.Shocked, they rushed over to subdue Fang Zheng.How could Fang Zheng be caught without hesitation, willing to be poured with poison, his body was as slippery as a loach, he used the "shrinking hand skill" to pass through the gap between the soldiers, took the opportunity to grab a copper knife, and fell on the soldier's back.Kicked another one down.However, at this time the two warriors had already rushed in front of Fang Zheng.Fang Zheng swung his knife forward to block, blocking one side.Another knife pierced Fang Zheng's arm, and blood flowed continuously.

Fang Zheng held back the pain, stretched out the poisonous armor with his backhand, and knocked the warrior to the ground.A medicine jar fell to the ground, and a few black pills rolled out and fell into a crack in the corner.Fang Zheng didn't have time to deal with it, so he ran forward.This loud noise alarmed all the guards in the cell, and they all came to intercept Fang Zheng.

The terrain of the prison cell is narrow, and it is inconvenient for Fang Zheng to use it when he is injured, and his hands and feet are tied.He wanted to contact the old man, so he ran southeast.These elite warriors guarding the prison are fully armed, all covered with fine copper armor.Even so, they didn't take advantage of Fang Zheng's close proximity.Fang Zheng fought bravely, and the poison flakes in his nails knocked down all the nearby warriors.Blood spattered around the stone chamber.Enemies were also blocked in his rear, and they shot a hidden dagger at Fang Zheng.Fang Zheng quickly blocked it with the golden bell cover again.But today this was the second time he used the golden bell cover, and his body suddenly felt a huge consumption.

Fang Zheng killed the passage of the stone prison so that blood flowed all over the ground, his own eyes were red, and there was a circle of chopped down or poisoned corpses around him.More samurai did not dare to move forward, so they could only stand in the front and back far away, and began to replace long-distance bows and arrows.Fang Zheng moved slowly towards the southeast corner while holding his pace. His fierce expression was like a wolf, which made people frightened.

Fang Zheng could finally see the closed door of the stone cell from a distance. There were no sounds of torture and recording by the warriors inside. They all came out to join the brigade that intercepted Fang Zheng's escape.Fang Zheng felt his body straining, and his temples had only been stimulated by a round of extreme jade needles.The wound on the shoulder was bleeding again.He also used the golden bell jar, in this case, he might not have the strength to escape with the old man.But the left and right sides are all in the direction of exit, I can take a gamble, if there is no such shop after this village, I will never have such an opportunity again...

"Trash, so many people can't stand Fang Zheng!" Fang Zheng suddenly heard a cold and stern voice coming from the front, and the voice of Peng Meng came from the end of the narrow stone room.An extremely swift arrow was shot from that direction, rushing forward along with the voice.The arrow will rub against the air, and the highest speed of the arrow in ancient times is about 50 meters per second.The fastest reaction speed of ordinary people is 0.2 seconds, which means that they must stand at least ten meters away to avoid the arrow.But the stone chamber passage is narrow and the distance is short, less than 10 meters.Fang Zheng suspected that Pangmeng's arrow speed was more than 50 meters per second, and the golden bell could not be used for the third time in a short time.Fortunately, Fang Zheng's reflexes are not ordinary people, he can reach a speed of 0.1 seconds, and only then dodged sideways at the critical moment.The arrow brushed against Fang Zheng's waist and flew back.

Just as Fang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, he caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye in surprise. At the door of the old man's cell next to the stone room, two warriors lifted out two smooth mirror-like jade plates, like two reflecting mirrors.They rotated to match the arrow.The arrow turned and returned strangely in front of the mirror.Fang Zheng felt bad about it, the distance was too close, less than five meters, even if he caught it from the corner of his eye, his body's reaction speed couldn't avoid it.After turning the arrow, the arrow slammed into Fang Zheng's lower back.He choked out a mouthful of blood and was shot down to the ground by the impact, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The sound of Pengmeng's footsteps was already approaching him again, and the warriors hurriedly wrapped Fang Zhengneng's hand that stretched out the poison tablet with three layers of cloth strips.Fang Zheng felt a big hand pry open his mouth, and he was forced to swallow a few black bitter balls, which were the nine Gu poison that fell into the crack of the wall just now.Then Fang Zheng was dragged back to the stone room just now.

"Fang Zheng! You can bear the poison of the nine Gu. I'll come back tomorrow and see if you can survive that time!" Pang Meng threw down this blunt threat, turned around and left.Dust was shaken off the roof of the stone chamber.

Fang Zheng was locked in the cell again, still in shock thinking how the arrow could turn in front of the jade carving mirror just now?The things of the Huaxu people are really too mysterious.Suddenly, a chill and piercing pain piercing through the top of his head brought him back to reality.The burning wound on the shoulder is like a warm comfort.The name Nine Gu Poison is not a good one, but Fang Zheng didn't expect it to be so painful... There must be a lot of corpses of poisonous insects that died with resentment in the ingredients of this poison, and it is used to torture people.Fang Zheng curled up and struggled as if his whole body was being stirred by a steel knife from within, but he was able to untie his hands and feet.But the next moment he actually wanted to hit the wall, so he thought it was better to let that thing tie him up first.

What to do... Fang Zheng's eyes were soaked with tears, this thing forced his tears out, but really... He thought fiercely, the next hexagram of the big tortoise shell was to give him instructions.He never counts on people, only counts on these tangible forces held in his hands.For example, his Lian Zifeng... Even if such a big change happened, he didn't have the slightest desire or complain "why didn't you come to save me".There is no such thing as being wholehearted and able to rely on someone, with both love and trust, and the feeling of entrusting one's life to others.

Now?Perhaps it was because of the pain, Fang Zheng felt that his will was beginning to become weak, and he indulged himself in thinking about unrealistic things like "I wish Zifeng was here"... But he won't be here, Didn't Fengmeng say that Zifeng could not protect himself?I have to save him myself.But, but, even though it is unrealistic, even though it has become embarrassingly weak, I still can't help fantasizing in the imaginary country——

Fang Zheng's eyes were hazy from the pain, and he couldn't see clearly that the hexagram "Ming Yi" in his consciousness had risen above his head.Huan in the previous hexagram means to scatter, and Ming Yi means to stop injury.Fang Zheng felt that he was hallucinating, he actually saw Zifeng in the fog, no, it was not hallucination, he really saw it...

Zifeng is standing by the Yellow River. This is the peach blossom season of the Yellow River. There are colorful fallen flowers on the banks and peach blossoms are in full bloom.Zifeng's silky black clothes swayed in the roaring wind of the river, and his handsome and slender figure was made smaller by the mountains and rivers.Fang Zheng saw him lingering by the river bank for a long time, and the range of activities was only about half an acre of land. It seemed that there were invisible barriers blocking his way.Zifeng's handsome brows were always tightly wrinkled, and his deep, dark pupils were full of anxiety.

Fang Zheng didn't know whether he should feel comforted, Bai Wu finally told him Zifeng's whereabouts.He can breathe a sigh of relief.Zifeng didn't seem to be directly injured, but was trapped somewhere by the Yellow River.Fang Zheng smiled lightly, and even though he knew he couldn't hear him, he still called out "Xiao Feng" tenderly and cherished.

He might have to change his temper.Fang Zheng used this warm and beautiful scenery to comfort himself in the pain. If he had thought about Zifeng earlier, would he have seen the revelation earlier?It is his heart that is full of mortal struggles, strategies and calculations.And only when it hurts the most, will he think of Zifeng wholeheartedly.

However, to Fang Zheng's surprise, he saw Zi Feng looking back in surprise, as if he could hear Fang Zheng's call in the void.Fang Zheng always thought that he was just "watching" the scene, but judging from Zifeng's expression and movements, his calling had already entered the visual picture?

"Brother Zheng? Where are you? Is it you?" Zifeng should have judged Fang Zheng's distance based on the voice, and walked right in front of Fang Zheng's visual screen.

"Xiao Feng? Can you hear me? This is the imagination in my head..." Fang Zheng muttered to himself, but he didn't believe it.This ability has been telling him what happened in the past, occasionally predicting the visible future, and a little news from afar.But never let Fang Zheng interfere into the other end of the picture?If his voice can enter, will his body also be able to enter one day?

Is the ability upgraded?Or was it Zifeng's unique resonance that discovered Fang Zheng?Or is this simply a dream that Fang Zheng was so delirious with pain?Fang Zheng only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and when he saw Zifeng, he automatically relaxed his whole body, and his body automatically reminded him to rest and take off the habit.The overflowing peace of mind made Fang Zheng sink further into a coma.

"Brother Zheng...your voice is so weak...are you injured? Where are you?" Zifeng fumbled anxiously into the void, both pleasantly surprised and distressed.If Fang Zheng had a physical body at this moment, Zi Feng could hug him in one fell swoop.But he could only hear Fang Zheng's intermittent weak breathing.Zifeng could judge Fang Zheng's location and appearance by that voice - Fang Zheng was lying on the ground, curled up in pain, with blood dripping from his body.

Zifeng knelt under the peach tree by the river, which should be where Fang Zheng lay down, but Zifeng could only touch the air and soil.He kept calling Fang Zheng, but Fang Zheng never responded to him again.Zifeng stretched out his hand to circle the wind in a daze.There are crushed ice in the peach blossom flood in early spring.At this moment, the petals and fine snow carried by the wind flew past Zifeng's fingertips.The illusory temperature seemed to fall on Fang Zheng's body in the dark stone room through a long time and space.He could actually hear Zifeng's voice, but he didn't have the strength to speak more.A gleam of light from the vent shone on Fang Zheng's cold and stinging body.In the hallucination picture, he was held in Zifeng's arms.Across the time and space between reality and nothingness, peach blossoms and snow foam are sprinkled one after another, the Yellow River roars, and warm blood flows.Fang Zheng is still smiling and closing his eyes, pretending to be hugged by you is also very good.