One hundred and eight styles of violent wind sword techniques were easily mastered in his hands, and his skills had reached the level of proficiency.
After practicing for three or four hours, Lu Sheng put away his moves and sat cross-legged in his usual place.
The strong medicinal power in his body was slowly turning into warm currents and spreading around his body, nourishing his blood and internal energy.
With a firm spirit and a united mind, he moved his lips slightly and silently recited the "Crazy Sword Mental Technique". The feeling of Qi in his Dantian became stronger and stronger. Suddenly, he raised his brows, his whole body's Qi surged, and a current of Qi swept through the vicinity.
The straw floated up, and he stood up and stood still, his face calm.
The Crazy Sword Mental Technique has finally been mastered!
After more than half a year of hard work, he had mastered the Crazy Sword Mental Technique from a beginner's level, which was really not easy.
Feeling the majestic blood and inner energy in his body, Lu Sheng thought for a while and raised the corner of his mouth.
Slowly walking to the door of the cell, his ears moved and he sensed that there was a person here, who should be the jailer. Lu Sheng's eyes were wrapped in gauze and he said with a smile:
"Come, come here, I have a secret to tell you."
Hearing this, the jailer took a few steps back vigilantly, his eyelids trembling, staring at the burly man, placing his fingers on the handle of the knife, and scolded sternly:
"You...you! I'm warning you, don't play any tricks, it won't work here!"
"Good boy...listen...to your words!"
Smiling, Lu Sheng's voice suddenly increased, and his two muscular arms held the iron railings on both sides.
When the jailer saw this scene, he put down his knife and his voice was full of ridicule.
"Do you think you can come out? Hahaha, you made me laugh... ugh!"
Click, click, click! ! !
The iron railing was instantly opened by Lu Sheng, creating a big hole. Lu Sheng rubbed his hands with a dull expression and walked out of the round door made by manpower.
The jailer was stunned. He was speechless for a moment. Before he could shout for help, a broad palm pressed towards his facial bones.
There was a heartbreaking sound of fractures.
After taking off the jailer's head, there was a lot of blood on the ground. He gently sniffed the smell of blood in the air.
Lu Sheng sighed:
“It’s such a wonderful feeling to be free.”
After tearing off the jailer's clothes, he took off his prisoner's uniform and put it on the man, while he put on his black official uniform.
He picked up the sharp steel knife. He was extremely familiar with this weapon and sheathed it.
Throwing the body into the cell, he walked away with a cold look on his lips, the armor on his head covering his blind eyes, and walked away.
…
A jailer was drinking and his face turned red. He spit out the breath of alcohol and asked the brother next to him with a smile.
"Hey, tell me, can the officers and soldiers surround Heifeng Village this time?"
The jailer next to him took a bite of the braised pork, and his beard was covered with minced meat. He asked angrily:
"You ask me, where should I go? Who knows if City Lord Lin can wipe out these bandits, you son of a bitch, these bosses are really difficult to offend!"
"Every time, we always come back with a huge defeat. Our trade routes in Yangcheng are damn near broken! Many caravans don't come to us. I'm still thinking about the sweet rice wine from Fucheng."
Hearing this, the jailer grimaced, poured a sip of wine into his mouth, and sounded worried.
"My bastard works in the government office. Maybe he will also be sent to suppress the bandits."
After swallowing the mouthful of meat, the jailer didn't reply. Suddenly, he saw a figure in the dim passage. He put down the bones in his hands and shouted:
"Who's there! Come out here! I've seen you!"
As soon as his colleague shouted, the jailer next to him jumped up and stood up. Before he could turn around, he caught a glimpse of his colleague looking at him with fear on his face.
The severe pain in his neck came over him, and he woke up. He glanced down and found a headless corpse standing upright, with blood spurting from his neck.
His vision was dim, he couldn't see clearly, his mind was groggy, life and death passed by like pointers, and the voices and faces of his son and wife emerged in his mind.
Throwing away the head, Lu Sheng walked towards the remaining jailer with an indifferent expression.
Seeing this burly man killing his colleagues instantly, he was so frightened that he had a physiological reaction and his pants gradually became soaked.
Tap tap tap.
The man's body was exuding air-conditioning, and the white gauze on his eyes was so white that it was scary. Every step he took seemed to step on his heart.
The jailer's face turned pale, his psychological defenses were broken, and his body lay limply on the ground.
"Sir, spare your life! Spare your life! Please spare me! I have an old mother who is over eighty years old and five poor children. Please spare me... wuwuwu..."
Still five steps away from the jailer, Lu Sheng stopped and said softly:
"Does it have anything to do with me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a wisp of blood spattered to the ground.
There was a sting.
Lu Sheng put the long silver sword in his hand back into its scabbard and began to search for the silver on this person.
"There are a few more."
Muttering to himself, Lu Sheng stuffed the silver into his shirt. He had already killed dozens of jailers.
I only have about one or two hundred taels of silver on me.
Listening to what the two people just said, the government is empty of power at the moment. Do you have a chance to catch a fish?
After thinking for a while, he gave up the idea. There were five or six first-class masters in Yangcheng, and the city lord's mansion could suppress them. He definitely had something to rely on to dominate the city.
He might as well take some silver as interest.
When he was escorted in, he memorized the location of the cell. Now he wanted to arrest a few jailers and interrogate the location and terrain of the Yamen.
With his perception beyond ordinary people and his long-term adaptation, the impact of blindness on him is not that great.
That is to say, I cannot see the appearance and color of things.
…
In the morning, a touch of fish belly white floated in the sky, and smoke rose from the chimneys of some houses.
Yangcheng Yamen.
Zhan Qingfeng, the gold medal catcher, was sitting at a table with a casual attitude. He was holding a wanted document and planned to pick a target to attack and earn some money.
The official on the left has a big belly and pours him a cup of tea with a smile.
"Master Zhan! What do you think of this one? This man gathers people to gamble and has caused many families to be separated. He should be caught and killed!"
He picked up the hot tea, took a sip, and smiled jokingly:
"Old Wang, did you gamble there, lost the bet, and owe someone money?"
His face stiffened, he smiled coquettishly, raised the teacup and placed it on the table.
"Hey! How dare I when Master Zhan is in charge!"
Ignoring this Lao Wang, Zhan Qingfeng had worked with this man for so many years, how could he not know this man's character?
When he saw that the matter was blown, Lao Wang felt depressed. At this moment, an officer and soldier broke in from outside. He patted the table and reprimanded:
"This is burning my butt! Please hurry up, mother!"
The officers and soldiers looked panicked. As soon as they heard the curse, they immediately fell to the ground, held their hands in their hands, and spoke with a trembling voice.
"Return to me, my lords! The prison... the prison was... burned down!"
After spitting out the tea in his mouth, Lao Wang's little eyes widened and his mustache trembled slightly. He didn't know what to say for a moment.
However, Zhan Qingfeng responded quickly. He immediately asked:
"what happened!"
"This...I don't know this either! I just learned the news. I only know that there is a huge fire in the prison."
"We called many people to put out the fire, but it was a drop in the bucket and it was difficult to extinguish the fire."
The officers and soldiers raised their heads, put their hands on the ground, and spoke submissively.
Snap!
Smashing the tea cup in his hand, Old Wang sweated on his forehead, and a heavy haze arose in his heart. He was entrusted with an important task by the city lord. Now that the prison has been destroyed, he is going to be finished!
Feeling anxious, he got angry, stepped on the table, jumped in front of the officer and slapped him.
"I don't know! The government supports you, and this is how you do things?! What the hell do you do for food!"
The officers and soldiers were immediately slapped to the ground.
