Chun Feng Du Jian

"See your lord!"

All the guards saluted him at the same time, the one surnamed Fang also went up to greet him, respectfully said: "Master Ninth, you are here."

When Wen Heng heard the word "nine", his heart felt like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, but he felt the sound of footsteps getting closer, and the hem of the blue robe embroidered with silver patterns fluttered, and finally landed a few steps away.Only the Ninth Master asked indifferently: "Yuanzhuo brought someone to deliver meals, why didn't he go in?"

Fang Yuanzhuo hurriedly told him about the situation in the prison. After hearing this, Master Ninth nodded and said, "This is simple." He waved to Wen and Nie: "These two are the men in the prison? You and I Come in."

Out of caution, Wen Heng didn't expect to be able to sneak into the prison on the first day, and planned to get familiar with the back kitchen before he gradually figured it out.Unexpectedly, the timing came at such a perfect time, as soon as he dozed off, someone gave him a pillow, without his needing to think of a plan, the gate of Shiyue Prison opened to him automatically.

The two men lowered their eyebrows, bent their backs, did not dare to take another look, said a word, and followed Master Nine step by step with a bucket in their hands. They passed through three layers of iron gates and were heavily guarded, and came to the depths of Shiyue Prison. cell.

Shiyue Prison occupies a large area, and there are not many curves in the prison. A road goes straight to the end of the passage, and there are cells surrounded by iron fences on both sides. It looks quite spacious.There is a narrow skylight on the roof of each room, so although the light here is dim, it is not completely dark, and the people in the cell can be seen clearly without the help of lamps and candles.

Taking advantage of the time of walking, Wen Heng quickly raised his head and glanced at the cells on both sides. At the first glance, he was so shocked that he almost threw the bucket out.

Hundreds of people as pale as ghosts sat quietly in the cell, neither moving nor speaking, if not for the sound of even breathing, it would be like a room full of dead people.

Master Ninth stopped in the middle of the aisle, and motioned for the two to open the lid of the bucket to let the aroma of the hot porridge waft out, and said kindly, "You guys haven't had any water or rice all day, why don't you come and have a bowl of hot porridge."

There was a dead silence in the cell, the echo was faint, but no one answered.

Wen Heng stood in the shadow cast by the beams and pillars, and now he had a chance to look him in the eye.

The Ninth Master, who is above all the officials, is actually a handsome and unrestrained young man with a jade face, with a natural smile on his brows, and slightly curled lips, with a very gentle and amiable demeanor.If it hadn't been for the fact that the guards outside the gate respected him so much, I am afraid no one would associate him with the words "treacherous and evil" and "ulterior motives".

Seeing that no one answered, he sighed faintly: "I provide food and drink every day, but you are so disrespectful. This is really embarrassing for me."

He said slowly: "I want to teach you all to know that I have no intention of harming anyone. I just ask you to stay here for a while and write a few letters to your teacher. Is this an excessive request? Why bother?" How about a look of bitterness and hatred, ready to die generously?"

Still no answer.

Most of the prisoners in the cells are young and elite disciples from different sects. Most of these people are the best of their generation.It stands to reason that being so humiliated by others, someone should have been unable to hold back their anger, or fell into a collapse of fear, but after days of harsh treatment and facing the enemy's provocation, at this moment, no one wavered and surrendered, and they all turned a deaf ear.

These people made up their minds that dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water, and the Ninth Master was not annoyed, maintaining excellent self-cultivation, and said slowly: "I used to think that you guys who are famous and righteous are hypocritical. But you do dirty things, but today you have changed a lot, you are indeed gentlemen, I really have nothing to do with you—”

With a "swish" sound, the long sword came out of its sheath, Master Ninth rolled up his sleeves, and a huge force struck, Wen Heng held back his true energy, and was caught in his hands without any resistance.

Wen Heng was forced to raise his head with the cold water-like sword on his neck. Nie Ying was shocked and said tremblingly, "What, what is this..."

"Hehehe."

A sneer slowly climbed up to his ears like a poisonous snake, Master Ninth patted his neck with the blade of his sword, and said softly: "I'm sorry. If you want to blame, I blame you for being unlucky to meet such a group of people. I'd rather be a broken jade than a hero who has nothing to lose."

"You have to be careful," he said with a smile, "these two people are the people in the city, and they came to deliver food to you today, but you don't know what is good and what is wrong, and you refuse to eat a single bite. I am very angry now, but I can't kill them. You, so I have no choice but to wrong this person to die for you."

Wen Heng: "..."

These are all crazy dog ​​things!

Asking him to call for help was absolutely impossible for him, so he could only pretend to be too scared to speak, and kept trembling under the sword.

This trick was very useful, and all the people in the prison could no longer pretend to be ignorant, and opened their eyes to look at this side.

I have to say that Lord Ninth is ruthless and vicious enough, if he casually grabs someone from prison to threaten him, maybe the people in the Jianghu are strong-tempered, afraid of hurting his companions, he simply smashed his head on his sword to death.But he found two common people who were innocent and afraid of death, and they would never sacrifice for others, so he threatened this group of conscientious and righteous people—no matter how stubborn they are, and how much they put life and death aside, they will still bear it. The guilt of "I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me" was gone.

Master Ninth said sadly: "I can't kill you, but I can kill others. Thousands of people in Xingcheng can kill one for a meal, and they can kill for a long time."

"or--"

The edge of the sword moved down and stopped on Wen Heng's right arm. With a light pull, a bright red blood mark appeared.

Master Ninth wiped lightly on his wound, fingertips twirling scarlet fresh blood, and said with a smile: "There are a hundred or so people, and one of them doesn't eat, so I will slash him. Three meals a day, more than 300 swords, It is not difficult to cut him alive in front of you. I wonder if you are satisfied with this kind of appetizer?"

The degree of cruelty of this person is far beyond ordinary people's imagination. This group of young people has never seen such a battle before, and they can't beat him at all.Wen Heng's right arm was slashed, bleeding profusely. He knew that it would not be an option if he continued to exhaust himself like this. He was hesitating whether to do it, when someone in the cell next to him suddenly said coldly: "Your Excellency, as an official of the imperial court, but The common people are worthless, unfaithful and unrighteous, it is despicable."

As soon as Master Ninth heard this, he knew that the threat had worked, so he smiled instead: "As expected of a high-ranking disciple of the Swagger Villa, a young hero of the Dragon Realm, you are indeed a gentleman."

Long Jing sat quietly in the cell, his appearance was undisturbed, and there was no panic or resentment, like a jade man.He kept his eyes closed at first, but at this moment he only half-raised his eyelids, with a look of disdain, he replied indifferently: "It's just a matter of keeping a little bit of human conscience, I dare not be your Excellency's absurd praise."

"You," Master Ninth didn't think it was disobedient, pointed at Nie Ying with his sword, and ordered, "Go and serve him a bowl of porridge."

He had a hostage in his hands, and Nie Ying did not dare to disobey him, so he had to follow orders.He took a wooden bowl, turned around and lifted the lid, filled the porridge tremblingly, and handed it carefully through the gap of the iron fence.

Long Jing reached out to pick it up.

The moment the hands intersected, the warm and rough fingers suddenly pinched his fingertips lightly, and a small round ball was stuffed into the palm of the hand through the cover of the bottom of the bowl.Long Jing raised his gaze hastily, but only saw the man with a thick beard and dark complexion. There was only a glint in his eyes that seemed familiar, but he quickly lowered his head to hide it.

His heart trembled violently, but the hand holding the wooden bowl didn't shake at all, his expression remained the same as usual, and he even gave Master Nine a cold look before he raised his head and drank the warm rice soup in one gulp.

The Ninth Master smiled with satisfaction: "Isn't it good to be so obedient earlier? You don't eat the toast, you don't eat the fine wine, you insist on making troubles, and this little brother got stabbed for no reason. Then share the porridge and give each of them a piece of wine." Give me a bowl and drink it obediently."

Apart from the prisoners, there are only Master Jiu and two ordinary civilians who "know no martial arts" outside the cell, and there are a dozen guards outside. With Master Jiu's ability, killing people is just a matter of raising one's hand.So he relieved Wen Heng and told him to have dinner with Nie Ying, while standing beside him to oversee the work.After everyone poured down a bowl of Hua Gong San, he put away his sword leisurely, and said to Wen Heng and Nie Ying: "Let's go, come to deliver food in the evening."

The moment he turned around, Wen Heng suddenly shot four key points on his back, the dagger slipped into his hand, and the blade reflected a ray of skylight, and it held Master Nine's neck accurately.

Wen Heng appeared behind him like a ghost, and said softly: "Don't move, I advise you to be more honest."

His moves were swift and quick, and Master Ninth just turned around and blinked, and the situation in the prison changed instantly.

Master Ninth was restrained all over his body, unable to move, and seemed to have not recovered from the shock: "Who are you?"

"Nobody, not a precious tooth." Wen Heng didn't restrain his dumb acupoint, and the tip of the dagger pressed dangerously against his throat, "Where are the antidote and the key to the cell?"

"I advise you not to waste your thoughts in vain." The Ninth Master said, "They have taken Hua Gong Powder for several days, even if you are given the antidote, it will be difficult to recover in a short time. Where can you take them?"

"Stop talking nonsense, you don't need to worry about me." Wen Heng winked at Nie Ying, signaling him to come up and search him, and sure enough, he took out several medicine bottles from his sleeve, but the key was not with him.

Wen Heng tightened his hand around his neck, and asked forcefully, "Which one is the antidote? Who has the key?"

Master Ninth would rather die than surrender, and said with a snort, "I won't tell you, if you have the guts, kill me, then none of you can escape, and you will all come down to be buried with me!"

Wen Heng also laughed when he heard this.

The dagger pressed down and wiped a thin line of blood on his neck: "It doesn't seem very difficult to make a life worse than death."

Lord Ninth proudly said: "You only have so many tricks? You can kill or cut whatever you want. If you cry out in pain, I will give you the position of the head of the cell."

Wen Heng sneered coldly, and pressed harder on the dagger. Master Ninth thought that his method was nothing more than slashing his body twice to bleed some blood, but Wen Heng's left hand suddenly pressed against a certain point on his back, sending a stream of blood to his body. The tyrannical and sharp zhenqi pushed in.

The severe pain exploded from that point without warning, as if someone had held a heavy hammer and smashed his whole body bones piece by piece. It is more than a thousand times worse than the pain of flesh and blood.Master Ninth is a man of iron, and at this moment he couldn't help but groaned "Mmm", the cold sweat rolled down like running water, instantly soaking through the inner and outer layers of clothes.