Big Redbeard shook his head: "Later, the prison changed places. Although the arena did not report to the police, it seemed to be acquiesced and reasonable, and there was really no other way to deal with these heinous criminals than to kill each other. ”

"Changed places?" Zhao Ji was a little surprised, "Where is it?"

Big Redbeard shook his head: "I don't know about this." I heard that this prison was newly built, and I was knocked unconscious before I was brought here. You must have no memory, right?"

"Ah, it's really ......" Zhao Ji thought for a while and asked, "Then at that time, did everyone come back?"

"Little brother, you are too naïve, at that time, the people who were locked up were all martial arts masters, and it took a lot of effort for one of them to be caught in the lock, once they were released, how could they all be caught back?"

Zhao Ji pondered for a moment and asked a sharp question: "Uncle, since you know what happened in it, why are you still locked up here?

Big Redbeard said, "How is it possible? If I escape and get caught, I will definitely kill myself." Because I was a jailer here, well, like the jailers outside your door, very annoying, isn't it?" he laughed, "In terms of seniority, I'm still their senior, but I'm a 'stumbling' senior, so they treat me poorly, and often make fun of me from time to time. ”

Zhao Ji said: "How can a senior not be a senior? If you make a mistake, you should die, that person has no chance to grow at all." It's okay for a person, but if the emperor only allows positive and positive things to exist, then he is a faint king. Emperor Shenzong, ah, at that time, he was angry in the court, his ministers were even angrier, and the monarchs and ministers were tense with each other, and they achieved each other, making him a generation of Ming monarchs, wasn't it all because of mistakes and then corrected?"

At the beginning, the people beside Zhao Ji said: "Hey, you really know how to speak, I feel comfortable listening to it! It seems that you are the courtier of Emperor Shenzong; no, seeing that you are only eighteen or nineteen years old, you are a descendant of the courtiers who were implicated, right?"

Zhao Ji hurriedly waved his hand and said: "No, I'm just talking, I only like poetry and music, I like wine and girls, I am useless, and politics has nothing to do with me." ”

The big red beard sighed: "Hey, it seems that this little brother has also been wronged!"

Zhao Ji smiled bitterly: "But isn't it? However, thanks to the benevolent brother below, I can live until now...... Otherwise, I would have died eight times out there. ”

The little man said, "Ah, isn't this what I just said - General Wang? The one who led the troops to fight? I heard that he was young and had already made great achievements in battle, and he had always been very loyal and brave. How did you get here?"

Zhao Ji said: "If someone wants to harm him, he can't help himself...... he sighed lightly and asked, "You-do you know who he is fighting with? Is it powerful? Is it dangerous?"

Undoubtedly, Wang Liefeng is one of the best masters of the Great Song Dynasty. If the master is not particularly accurate in intuition and muscle memory, he must be a flexible mind, and a person with a flexible mind is far ahead of anything he does, so Wang Liefeng is enough to become a general and lead troops to fight outside. There is no doubt about his toughness, however, no one can guarantee that his opponent will be as strong as him, and it will be a fight to the death.

"You say General Wang, how can he have a problem, when he just arrived here in the middle of the night last night, he went directly to the field, and that was effortless, without hurting a single hair, and retreating with his whole body. His opponent was a stronger one than the one he had just been, and if this was a bear, he was facing an elephant from the Western Regions. But he moves very quickly and briefly, and in the blink of an eye he puts people down. The man tried to hit him, but he didn't succeed, and hit the wall seven or eight times in a row, and finally hit himself and died, his head was covered with blood, and his skull was broken. Don't say it, General Wang is unexpectedly kind, he asks the warden every time, is it okay, can he be considered a winner, the warden doesn't answer him, until another person dies. If he had known in advance that the loser would have to feed the dogs, he might have made a little lighter move, maybe he wouldn't have done so. He should be working harder this time, right?"

"Wait...... "Wait Big Redbeard frowned and looked down, "I'm afraid it won't be that easy this time." ”

"How so? I'll see—huh?" exclaimed the little man, in disbelief.

Zhao Ji hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

The little man's voice trembled a little: "We will all say in advance, try not to choose the opponent we know in the arena, one is that everyone has been together for a long time and has a little feeling, and the other is that since they can all survive, it shows that they are by no means a simple role, the two of them fight to the death, it is easy to lose both, and neither of them can live, like today." This person, this person...... He can be regarded as the person who has been here for the longest time, and he is the first batch of prisoners after the rectification of the prison, and he is the only one who has survived until now!"

"Oh my God......" Zhao Ji took a half breath, closed his mouth, his cheeks bulged up and he held back, his heart was pounding, almost reaching his throat. Wang Liefeng took the initiative to find the past, maybe it was premeditated, but Zhao Ji thought that Wang Liefeng was picking an easy opponent to deal with, but the reality didn't seem to be like this.

Why did he pick and choose, and finally found the most difficult one to deal with?

Zhao Ji quickly came to the conclusion: maybe he didn't want to live anymore.

A proud general, the great general of the Great Song Dynasty, who can bear it when he says it's closed?

But His Royal Highness doesn't want to die yet!

- But Wang Liefeng carries himself as a burden all day long, and everyone wants to die!

Zhao Ji felt sad and hated his incompetence.

He looked down, the man was dignified, of excellent figure, burly and slender, and spoke in a voice like a bell, although he was a middle-aged man, but his slightly melancholy eyes were shining brightly, his teeth were bloody, and he was not angry and arrogant, which was an extremely rare appearance of blood and strength at this age.

He stretched out his hands towards Wang Liefeng, made a gesture, and said with a smile: "Offended!"

Wang Liefeng looked at him coldly, turned his head and asked the warden: "Do you have a knife?" ”

The warden turned his head to look at him, and the iron armor clanged. After a while, the warden nodded and shouted to the door, "Bring two knives!"

There was a chorus of surprise from the crowd. Two jailers walked in the doorway, each with a knife in his hand, and handed it to each of them—they seemed to be a little unsteady in their grip, and as soon as they handed it over, the knife almost fell to the ground in advance;

Wang Liefeng took it silently and stroked it.

It's like touching a woman's smooth back.

His opponent snatched the knife and laughed, and as the jailer ran out, the hilt of the knife swung and slashed off his head!