"Gan Shi, Que Jian, you are a clown."
About an hour later, Zuo Weng spoke quietly.
"I really don't know whether the rumors are true or not, don't blame Zuo Weng." Ling Muyun replied carefully and respectfully.
"It doesn't matter, there is no safe place in the world, so why leave the skin in the world."
After Zuo Weng said these words, he suddenly collapsed to the ground as if he had no muscles and bones. For a long time, there was no movement.
"Zuo Weng?"
"Master, don't worry, Zuo Weng has entered the Wonderland, please wait a moment." Brother Ye stared at Zuo Weng's "corpse" and said.
open!
It was Zuo Weng's voice.
It is simple and unpretentious, not earth-shattering or breathtaking.
Just a single word.
Ling Muyun's heart suddenly felt light, and the shackles on his body broke.
The energy of energy between heaven and earth reaches straight to the prison of literature, just like an enlightenment.
The long-dried meridians were nourished in an instant, and the gurgling sound echoed in the prison.
"Yushu!"
There was a loud thunder, and Ling Muyun guided Yushu's thunder to strike at the iron chain on Brother Ye's body, melting it into red.
"ah!"
As the iron rope softened due to heat, Brother Ye roared angrily, veins popped out, and the iron chain was broken by him.
Ling Muyun saw that Brother Ye had untied his restraints, kicked open the cell door, bowed respectfully to Zuo Weng's body, and continued: "Let's go!"
"what sound?"
"It's a prison!"
"This is bad! Don't let the prisoner escape."
When the prison guards crowded in with torches and noisy voices.
With the bright lights, besides Zuo Weng's body, where are the figures of Ling Muyun and Brother Ye in the prison?
"Quick! Inform the prefect!"
People detained in civil prisons are always like death row prisoners.
The prefect Dai Shi was notified and hurried over from the mansion.
After seeing the situation, he turned his head and winked at the guard beside him.
The guard understood what he was doing, drew his sword, and chopped down the prison guard on duty.
"Let me just say that no one has ever escaped from the civil prison. The prison guards lied about the military situation and must have other plans." Dai Shi kicked the prison guard who was lying in a pool of blood, and then said: "People from the civil prison must suffer If you can't live in the dark and commit suicide, you will save a lot of manpower."
Ling Muyun and Brother Ye escaped from the prison, evaded several waves of patrols, and found an abandoned courtyard in the south of the city to rest for the time being.
There is no time in prison.
When I was imprisoned, it was just summer in Luoyang. When I came out, it was already freezing and windy.
The reason why he was not in a hurry to escape in Luoyang was not because he was thinking of revenge.
It's just a cart full of finances, Mo Renxu has to find it, it's what Ji Fengxian left behind.
"There are still four fire god command flags, but I haven't understood the secrets of them yet." Ling Muyun calculated carefully.
"What are your plans, Master?"
"Settling in Luoyang first, I will go out to find out the news and find some food on the way."
"I'm going with you, sir."
Ling Muyun looked at Brother Ye's skin and bones and shook his head.
For those who practice martial arts, food is the most important thing.
Brother Ye was suppressed by the prison and suffered from poor nutrition. Finally, he had only the strength to break the shackles. It was time for him to rest and recuperate.
Unlike himself, when the Yuan Qi of heaven and earth is replenished, the Zhen Qi circulates around the sky on its own.
She looks thin, but in fact, it does not affect her cultivation.
"You recuperate first, I'll be back soon."
Ling Muyun dodged out of the courtyard wall, jumped into someone else's courtyard, and casually found some common clothes to change into.
Although it doesn't fit well, it is at least more convenient than my own feather coat.
Throwing Yu Yi back into the abandoned courtyard, Ling Muyun pretended to be a farmer and came to Luoyang Main Street.
I thought that the officers and soldiers would be in full formation, searching everywhere, but unexpectedly, it turned out to be surprisingly calm.
"Have you heard? The prison is empty."
"Oh? It was said that several prisoners in the prison committed suicide."
"Where did you get the news? The people in the prison are not ordinary people."
"My brother-in-law is the prefect's bodyguard. He said it himself. Is this true?"
There were a lot of discussions on the street. Ling Muyun walked along the way, mostly talking about people in prison who could not stand the loneliness and committed suicide.
"It's nothing more than playing hard to get or fear of taking responsibility."
Ling Muyun didn't dare to be careless, and walked along the alley, pricking up his ears to find out the news.
I also made a special trip to the prison gate.
A magic stick dressed like a Taoist priest set up an altar, holding a mahogany sword and a bell, and chanted in front of the fire.
"I specially hired a mage to prevent ghosts from causing trouble."
"Although the wood looks ordinary, it is actually a wood struck by lightning. A fire reaches the underworld, and the soul is scattered. How can it cause trouble?"
"She is indeed a demon. She has been locked up for so long and her clothes are still shiny!"
Ling Muyun carefully considered the discussions around him and felt relieved.
In addition to putting aside responsibility and leaving no traces, Dai Shi's act of publicly burning the corpse was also because he did not want to cause trouble.
The body was burned, and there was no evidence of death.
Every wrongdoer has his own owner, and every debtor has his own owner. People in prison should not make trouble for others.
Foolish people don't know the power of Wenjing, how could Dai Shi not know it?
Any one he picked out was enough for him to drink several bottles.
Ling Muyun squeezed out of the crowd and walked back quickly.
Along the way, I picked up a few sesame seed cakes and a roast chicken, remembered the name of the store, and returned to the courtyard again.
"Sir, if you are half an hour later, I will go out to find you."
Brother Ye stood at the door with his neck stretched out. When he saw Ling Muyun's figure, he stepped forward to greet him.
"Pad your belly first."
While Ling Muyun was devouring food with Brother Ye, he told Brother Ye what he saw and heard.
"The most urgent thing..."
"The first priority is to take a bath!" Ling Muyun interrupted Brother Ye.
Ling Muyun was okay, he had stolen a change of clothes, so he wasn't too embarrassed. Brother Ye, with his attire and slovenly beard, was no different from a savage.
"Then I'll fetch water and boil water."
"Have you seen the pot?"
…
Even in Dingbeicheng, Ling Muyun's monthly salary was deducted, but he would not have lived in such poverty.
When the two of them saw that the bathtub, iron pot and dry firewood were all available, they looked embarrassed.
After living for half a life, the east family stole a pot, the west family took a bucket, the south family took a pair of scissors, and the north family carried bundles of firewood. Although the curses were heard constantly, at least it gave the whole dilapidated courtyard a trace of smoke.
After taking a comfortable hot bath and lying on the reed kang spread by Brother Ye, I felt a sense of satisfaction.
"Waiting for the evening, go to the prefect's place to find out some information and borrow some money." Ling Muyun said to himself: "If you borrow something from someone else, you have to pay it back."
"Young Master, please have a good rest. I have temporarily recovered my strength. I'll go have some sex in the evening." Brother Ye said vaguely while shaving his beard.
"That's not necessary. I still have some experience in climbing over the wall."
Ling Muyun smiled sweetly.
"I wonder where the poppy went."
When talking about climbing over the wall, he suddenly thought of Dingbeicheng, climbing over Yishixuan, and being hung on the Internet by Poppy.
"Who is the poppy?" Brother Ye was curious for a moment.
"You owe me a song from Xizhou."
