Ling Muyun didn't know that Huan Qin had been released and was quickly sent back to Xiangyang.
In the literary prison where monks were imprisoned, I was worried about Huan Qin.
"Does the Wen Prison have formations to suppress it? From the moment I entered the gate, I had a vague feeling that my cultivation level was not even one out of ten."
Ling Muyun leaned against the iron gate with a serious look on his face.
"I don't cultivate Zhenqi, so I don't feel anything."
Brother Ye's neck and limbs were tightly bound by huge black iron chains, making him almost unable to move.
"We will make plans after we find out Huan Qin's whereabouts."
He resisted on the spot for fear of accidentally injuring Huan Qin. As a result, things became extremely complicated.
Ling Muyun had no choice but to take one step at a time.
"Plan?" Under the clattering iron chains, a pair of withered hands stretched out from the iron prison on the opposite side: "Just stay here with the old man!"
"May I ask your name, sir?"
The prison was so dark that it was difficult to see with only the light from the torch at the door.
Just from the sound, I could tell that the person opposite was a bit old.
"It's been too long. I've long forgotten my name. Just call me Old Man Zuo."
"Why is Zuo Weng here?" Ling Muyun was curious about Wen Yu and wanted to get some useful information from Zuo Weng.
"It's okay not to mention it." Zuo Weng shook his head and rattled the chain: "What's the kid's name?"
"Ling Muyun!"
"Dingbei Ling family? Qiu Muling family? Lingjiang Ling family?"
"Dingbei Ling clan."
Ling Muyun was a little surprised. He didn't know such details about the Ling family, but this old man named Zuo actually knew it so clearly.
"Oh! Descendants of Lord Ling Tian. Come, do some magic tricks and shine a light on me."
"Click!"
A thumb-sized thunder in the palm of his hand reminded Ling Muyun of the time when he first learned the thunder technique.
"Zuo Weng is laughing!"
"Under the Prisoner's Formation, one can have this level of cultivation and still be able to catch eyes." After Zuo Weng finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and handed over a bowl: "Here is some wine. If you don't mind, Ling, take a sip. It's extremely cold in Wen Prison. , can warm you up."
Ling Muyun took the bowl with a broken edge, took a sip, and handed it back.
"Zuo Weng, give me a drink." Brother Ye asked for a drink.
Zuo Weng was not stingy and handed the bowl to Brother Ye.
"Gudong, gudong!"
Brother Ye took two sips, shouted "good wine", and returned the bowl to Zuo Weng with unfinished thoughts.
Zuo Weng took the bowl and drank it alone. No matter what Ling Muyun asked, he didn't answer.
The prison is dark, and the years have passed.
During this period, Ling Muyun tried to use thunder to break through the wall, but ultimately failed.
Brother Ye was so weak that he couldn't even lift his arm to eat, let alone break the iron chain.
If Zuo Weng hadn't occasionally handed over shredded meat from unknown sources, it's unclear whether Ling Muyun could have withstood the coldness of the prison.
"I wonder if Huan Qin is okay."
Can Huan Qin survive his end?
"The little cub can't protect himself, so he still thinks about others?" Zuo Weng sneered and said jokingly.
"Hey!" Ling Muyun sighed, speechless.
"There is no time in the cave, and those who are imprisoned are nothing more than skins."
These days, Zuo Weng always says things that people cannot understand.
At first, Ling Muyun was still thinking carefully about the meaning of his words, but later, he no longer even thought about it.
In the prison, apart from dry bags and half a bowl of water, there was nothing else provided.
Even the prison guards who delivered meals never said a word.
He hurriedly placed the food at the door and turned around to leave.
"Brother Ye, if you are lucky enough to get out, you can go to Shenxian Ferry."
The reason why Ling Muyun said this was simply because he felt that he had been careless and dragged the attendant he had just met into prison.
A dark prison.
"Young Master, there is no need to be harsh. If you study the Heaven-Confining Formation carefully, you may be able to escape one day."
Brother Ye was rough in tone and guessed Ling Muyun's self-blame from his tone, so he comforted him.
"The little cub went to Shenxiandu, why?" Zuo Weng asked.
In the past few days, thanks to Zuo Weng's care, at this time, he did not hide anything and told everything entrusted by the foreign tribe, Shenxiandu and the Northwest King.
"All the kings of the northwest have been able to get by, but Sima Wei leaves such important matters to a young brat like you. What do you think?"
"Oh? Zuo Weng knows about the alien race?"
"Sima Wei should have given you a ray of purple energy, can you realize its magic?" Zuo Weng did not answer Ling Muyun's question, but asked about the purple energy.
"In the beginning, I could vaguely sense the strengths and weaknesses of other people's skills, but then... it disappeared."
Ling Muyun almost forgot about the purple energy.
Since the battle with Qike'er, blue water droplets appeared in the Dantian Qi sea, and the purple Qi disappeared.
"No more? How could the little cub be captured when he breaks through the heaven-human realm?" Zuo Weng looked confused.
"Zuo Weng is joking, I haven't even reached the master realm, how can I possibly break through the realm of heaven and man."
"Weird, really weird." Zuo Weng took a sip of wine, pondered for a long time, and continued: "See you later, I can help you figure out the mystery in it."
Zuo Weng said that he had seen more than ten waves of monks in prison. In the end, some were crazy, some committed suicide, and some died of old age. Ling Muyun was the seventeenth wave he had seen.
"I'm afraid we won't meet in Huangquan from now on." Ling Muyun said with a bitter smile.
"Hey, see you in Youzhou then."
Zuo Weng's words made Ling Muyun hit rock bottom in an instant.
The Heaven Imprisoning Formation isolates the true energy, and coupled with his body's overflowing true energy, he vaguely feels that in another year at most, he will be like an ordinary person and will no longer be able to cultivate.
At that time, he could not estimate how long he could survive without the replenishment of his true energy.
If a prison guard forgets to deliver meals every now and then, he may starve to death.
"Little cub! The Ling family's little cub!"
In a daze, Zuo Weng's voice reached his ears.
"Zuo Weng, what's the matter?" Ling Muyun replied subconsciously.
"Regulate your breath and your true energy. After an hour, the prison formation will temporarily fail. It only takes half a stick of incense. Whether you can get out depends on your luck."
Zuo Weng broke the bowl into pieces, and there was a crisp sound that woke up Brother Ye.
"Seriously?" Ling Muyun asked in surprise.
"Joking in prison is really boring."
Zuo Weng continued: "The thing in my hand is called Dunjia Heavenly Book. If you have nothing to do, little friend, you can read a few pages."
"Zuo Ci Zuo Immortal!" Ling Muyun suddenly realized.
No wonder these days, there is not even a drop of wine missing from Zuo Weng's bowl, and he can still take out the dried meat.
I originally thought that Zuo Weng bribed the prison guards, but now I think about it, he used the skill of "sitting down to cook".
Recalling that I had just entered the prison, I took a sip of the bowl of water and wine, and took two sips with Brother Ye. If it still didn't reach the bottom, I should have found some clues.
"The little cub has a good understanding."
"How can this be understanding? It's hard not to know if Zuo Shenxian's surname is added to the "Dunjia Tianshu". According to legend, Zuo Ci, Gan Shi, and Que Jian claimed to be hundreds of years old. I didn't believe it at first, but now that I see them, they are actually young men. Meng Lang."
Although Ling Muyun was shackled and had limited mobility, he still bowed respectfully.
Zuo Weng didn't answer, threw the Shield Armor Heavenly Book to Ling Muyun, and began to close his eyes to rest.
Ling Muyun did not dare to neglect, straightened out his true energy, and waited patiently for the Heaven Prison Formation to malfunction.
