In the Ziyang Sect's dungeon, Zhang Jianlai was imprisoned, and dozens of guards outside the prison stood with swords and guns.
The dungeon was dark and dark, with a strong and overpowering smell. The ground was damp and there were various torture racks standing there.
Zhang Jianlai fell to the ground, his face pale, and there was a real energy flowing in his body. It seemed that he was seriously injured.
"Hey, young man, I see that you are seriously injured. Can you come over and let me take your pulse?"
The speaker was an old man with a beard in the next cell, and his hoarse voice was filled with laughter.
This old man's hair is pale, but his eyes are bright and full of energy, which makes people look uneasy.
But his feet were chained by heavy iron chains.
After a while, Zhang Jianlai's face changed slightly and his lips pursed slightly.
At this time, the cell door creaked and was pushed open, and a voice came: "Mom, I said this place is not convenient for you to come, but you must come."
"It's okay, Mom, just take a look and leave."
The two people who came over were Guo Shaofeng and Leng Ruoyun.
The smell in this dungeon really made Leng Ruoyun uncomfortable. He turned his head and coughed twice.
"Hey, trash, are you dead?"
Guo Shaofeng shouted to Zhang Jianlai in the cage.
Zhang Jianlai fell to the ground. Hearing the sound, he moved slightly and turned his face sideways, but did not speak.
"Trash, let me ask you, are you deaf and mute?"
Guo Shaofeng raised his voice, looking very arrogant.
Leng Ruoyun's eyes looked at Zhang Jianlai's face seriously.
Although the hair is a bit messy and half of the eyelids are covered, this figure looks like the same person as Zhang Jingtian.
More than twenty years have passed, but Zhang Jingtian's back is still deeply imprinted in Leng Ruoyun's heart.
Leng Ruoyun seemed to see Zhang Jingtian back then, but how could he prove that Zhang Jianlai in front of him was his son?
"Mom, what's wrong with you?"
Guo Shaofeng asked curiously when he saw Leng Ruoyun standing in a daze.
"Is this the person you are talking about Zhang Jianlai?"
Leng Ruoyun turned his head and asked calmly.
"Yes, this person is Zhang Jianlai who robbed our Ziyang Sect's Qingyuan Mountain back then. The child almost died in his hands, haha. I didn't expect that he would fall into our hands today."
Guo Shaofeng sneered.
Leng Ruoyun's heart trembled. If Zhang Jianlai was really her son, weren't they brothers killing each other? Thinking about the outcome of this incident really made her ashamed.
"Mom, if nothing happens, let's go. This place makes my mother feel wronged."
From Guo Shaofeng's point of view, he felt something from Leng Ruoyun's eyes, and there seemed to be many unspeakable things in his heart.
Leng Ruoyun didn't want Guo Shaofeng to know what was on his mind, so he restrained himself and nodded slightly.
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the old man next to him suddenly shouted: "Mrs. Leng, let me out quickly. I was wronged. You have to make the decision for me!"
This voice surprised Leng Ruoyun.
She didn't know who the old man was, but she actually knew that she was Mrs. Leng, but she felt uncomfortable when she heard this miserable complaint.
"Mom, don't pay attention to this crazy guy, let's get out quickly!"
Guo Shaofeng glared at the old man fiercely, said nothing, turned around and said to Leng Ruoyun.
The people and things in this dungeon are complicated, and Leng Ruoyun doesn't want to get involved. She is already troubled enough.
Therefore, she ignored the old man and followed Guo Shaofeng out of the smelly dungeon.
"Mom, I said this place is not suitable for you. I scared you. I'm sorry, kid."
As soon as he walked out of the prison door, Guo Shaofeng said hurriedly.
"Feng'er, it's okay."
Leng Ruoyun said, feeling a little heavy.
"Mom, if you have anything on your mind, just go and talk to the kid, and the kid will definitely help you solve it."
Guo Shaofeng said.
Leng Ruoyun didn't know how to answer. These things were unspeakable.
"Mom, nothing's wrong, let's go back."
Leng Ruoyun smiled calmly and said.
Leng Ruoyun felt like a sentimental person to Guo Shaofeng, but Leng Ruoyun kept things in his heart and refused to speak out, which made Guo Shaofeng very confused, like a cloud of fog.
"Okay, I'll take you back."
Guo Shaofeng said that he did not want to expose Leng Ruoyun's heart.
In the dungeon.
Shortly after Guo Shaofeng and Leng Ruoyun left, Zhang Jianlai's condition suddenly improved and his body gradually recovered.
"I, what happened to me just now? It seems like I had a long dream, where is this place?"
Zhang Jianlai opened his eyes and looked around.
"Hey, young man, are you finally awake? Haha, don't you know where this place is? I'll tell you, this is a dungeon, haha!"
The old man next door smiled at him.
"Excuse me, senior, how long have I been here?"
Zhang Jianlai stepped forward and asked.
The old man pursed his lips and smiled and said: "Haha, it's been about seven or eight days, right?"
Seven or eight days? What's going on?
Zhang Jianlai couldn't remember for a moment.
Seeing that he didn't speak, the old man continued: "You are so annoying. You keep me awake every midnight. No matter how I call you, you don't respond."
"I'm sorry, senior, I can't remember anything."
Zhang Jianlai said that he tried his best to recall what happened before, but he still couldn't remember it. He felt like he had lost his memory.
"I know you didn't mean it, but I know you meant it."
The old man said seriously.
"Haha, senior is really good at joking."
Zhang Jianlai smiled and said that there seemed to be no major problems with his body.
"By the way, young man, it seems that you are seriously ill. Can you let me take a look?"
The old man thought Zhang Jianlai was a good young man. Not only was he handsome, but he was also a good martial artist. He was a very good person and very popular.
"Young man, if you believe me, just come to me. Could it be that I will eat you?"
The old man saw Zhang Jianlai hesitate and continued.
Zhang Jianlai smiled slightly, and seeing that the old man didn't look like a bad person, he put down his guard and walked over.
The old man dragged the heavy chain to the iron cage with a clatter.
"I'll take your pulse."
The old man stared at Zhang Jianlai's face before saying.
Across the iron cage, Zhang Jianlai stretched out his left hand.
The old man gently pressed Zhang Jianlai's artery.
After a moment, the old man let go of his hand and said with a smile: "Haha, young man, you are really lucky. Your Dantian has been broken, but there is a vitality in your body. I heard that this vitality can only be drunk." It can only be formed with the blood of the two-headed monster."
"However, not all drinking the blood of the two-headed monster can form Yuanzhen Qi in the human body. This also depends on a person's physique and cultivation level. Therefore, only one percent of people can succeed. Otherwise, it will be impossible. It will explode and die.”
"By the way, I have never seen a person without Dantian possess Yuan Zhen Qi. Do you know what this Yuan Zhen Qi is? I can't explain it clearly. I only know that people with this Yuan Zhen Qi are Invulnerable to all poisons, cultivation is improved several times compared to normal people..."
"Senior is indeed an expert. Everything he said has happened to me, but I feel completely powerless now."
Zhang Jianlai said.
"Hahaha, do you feel ten thousand bugs crawling in your blood?"
The old man smiled.
"How does senior know?"
Zhang Jianlai was stunned.
"Hahaha, it doesn't matter how you know this. Now your body has passed the second outbreak period, and there is still a third outbreak period."
The old man smiled and seemed to know a lot.
"The third outbreak period? I never want to have a third outbreak period. It's too painful."
Zhang Jianlai responded.
"By the way, if you don't take care of the third outbreak period, you will suffer for the rest of your life. Living will be more painful than death, haha!"
The old man said it was a bit scary.
"So, does senior have any other ideas?"
This disease has recurred in Zhang Jianlai for the second time, which really made him feel painful.
"There is a way, but..."
"Senior, but, what?"
Zhang Jianlai asked hurriedly.
"But you have to call me Master, haha!"
The old man smiled.
Zhang Jianlai had never been a disciple before, and he didn't know who this old man was. Becoming a disciple was not casual.
"Young man, I'll give you a quarter of a minute to think about it."
Seeing that Zhang Jianlai remained silent, the old man continued.
