Knowing the sun and moon in prison, Cui Hanzhang was awakened by a miserable howl.

rolled before the ghost gate closed, and finally survived the devastation of the first soul breaker.

Hearing the screams of his cellmates, he didn't have to guess to know that several jailers were punishing people again, and it would be more accurate to say that the new jailers were practicing, and after a while, he saw two jailers dragging the prisoner and throwing him directly back into the cell, he was pulled out of ten fingernails, and he saw blood on his two hands, which made the onlookers look at the convulsions in their hearts, which was really inhumane.

Every day spent in this dark prison will be a little less spiritual, and the physical destruction will be temporary, while the spiritual destruction will be accompanied for a long time, and the harm will be endless. Now the motivation that can make Cui Hanzhang persist is that all his mind is immersed in the tempering kiln handle, and he wakes up and feels that his spirit is restored, although the wound is still faintly painful. Looking down at the wound, the fine hole has formed a hard scar, and there is no longer any pain when you touch it. I have to say that Cui Hanzhang's physical recovery ability has far surpassed that of his peers, I am afraid that even if he has practiced the kiln kiln style Xikou in his prime, he may not have such an amazing physique, and what is even more commendable is that the body and spirit are restored simultaneously.

There are only two prison meals a day in the North Prison, one morning and one night, saying that it is rice porridge and wotou, in fact, it is half gruel and half rancid water, and if the wotou is not soaked in porridge water, it is hard and cannot be swallowed, but even if it is such a prison meal, the prisoners in the prison number are reluctant to waste a little, and it is necessary to lick the bowl of noodles clean.

Under survival, there is no dignity.

A group of gobbling up prisoners, some even choked themselves because they ate too quickly, and some people were distressed because of their weak bodies, their esophagus was propped up, and they rolled all over the ground.........

No matter how unpalatable the food is, you have to swallow it bite by bite, and living is the only belief. Seeing Feng Yu struggling to swallow his head, Hanzhang took advantage of his good spirit to talk to him:

"Brother Feng has a family to run for, and waiting for death here is not a solution."

"There is only the old mother in the house, and the key is that we have not been allowed to visit since we were taken to prison. Otherwise, with Brother Zuo's family wealth, why would he suffer such a catastrophe? ”

Feng Yu raised his head and said with a blank look in his eyes.

After an emotional conversation, Cui Hanzhang learned that the prisoner who was tortured to the point of mental madness was Zuo Shiqi, the son of a giant in Qingyuan Mansion, since he was imprisoned, the torture twice a day had crushed his body and spirit, and it was embarrassing to think that he would be reduced to this place with the grace of his rich son.

Qingyuan Mansion is close to Jin'an, bordering Jianyang, and there is Xiaoqing River, a tributary of Longyuan River, under its jurisdiction, which is distinguished from the main trunk by small characters, but in fact, Xiaoqing River is an important trunk road for Caoyun. As the three prefectures of Qingyuan are rich and prosperous, the people mostly raise silkworms and reel silk as a business, and the local embroiderers are famous for their fine embroidery and smart stitching. The Zuo family is the head of the four major silk merchants in Qingyuan, with thousands of mulberry fields, a group of slaves, how can the people be thin, and the old man Zuo is very favored in his later years. Zuo Shiqi is uninhibited, often leads the crowd to gallop on horseback, the figure of his horse galloping through is common in various parts of the city, fortunately, the damage to the people's property are doubled one by one, and the people are happy to be benevolent, the people get the money and naturally praise the mouth, and through the propaganda of the personal dog legs, the name of "Qingyuan Xiaomeng taste" spreads far and wide.......

Jianyang because of inconvenient transportation, although rich in porcelain but suffering from the inability to transport out of the large-scale, fortunately in the bordering Qingyuan Mansion Cao Yun developed, there is a banknote customs, people and so on, therefore, Qingyuan slowly developed into an important silk and porcelain trading center of the Shenguang Dynasty, its goods through the Cao Yun north first through Jin'an, in Jin'an can be shipped by sea to Lingnan, more to Siam and other places; After entering Taikang, and then taking the dry road, marketing the entire northern provinces, the folk proverb: "Qing Yuanzu, the world is rich." "The divine light is facing the three mansions, and the finance and taxation occupy half of the country.

Listening to Feng Yu's narration, Zuo Shiqi has been pampered and arrogant since he was a child, and his temperament is flamboyant, his father has set up an in-law for him early in order to let him restrain his heart, if there is no accident, the eldest lady of the Qiao family should be married in the spring of next year, Zuo Qiao's two major silk merchants married, directly accounting for half of the silk production of Qingyuan Mansion. Although Zuo Mengwei has learned, but he is open-minded and generous, and Qingyuan students are more favored by it, so in Jin'an City, only Zuo Brother Ma Shou is Zhan, and the poetry and singing of the scholar's gathering are good stories, there are poems and wine, and there must be no shortage of beautiful people. Regret that he shouldn't have had a grudge with Xiao Jing in the Yunliang Pavilion of Moon Lake, Feng Yu stomped his feet in annoyance as he spoke.

This Zuo Meng tasted arrogant, can not be excited, that day everyone coaxed Yunliang Pavilion Xin Yaoqin girl poetry is good, especially good at guqin, once with a song "Xiaoxiang Water Cloud" rhyme Qingqi won the reputation of the Oiran, everyone is lacking a beautiful woman to play music. Before the words fell, Zuo Shiqi threw out the silver ticket and sent someone to Yunliang Pavilion to invite Miss Xin Yaoqin to come here for a gathering, unfortunately there are also students in Jin'an City to gather and invite people, Yaoqin girl is in a dilemma, and she can't afford to offend both sides of the posture, so she let the maid pass the message, please discuss it on both sides.

Speaking of which, at that time, students from all over the world gathered, which one was not arrogant and determined to win the championship? Whoever loses face can't do it, known as the Yunliang Pavilion of the Golden Grotto, provoked the guests to fight that is really an expert, only to see the fast horses galloping back and forth with the Yunliang Pavilion on both sides, but the old bustard is bad, on the one hand, send two turtles to serve the tea and pour water to serve the little guy who passed the word, and send someone to serve the horses, for fear of being tired of the fortune boy, on the other hand, in the Yunliang Pavilion hall to put down the Yunliang List, immediately announced the price code on both sides, under the operation of the Yunliang Pavilion with oil and vinegar, it will not take a moment to spread throughout the entire Jin'an City, and it is not a big deal to see the excitement, and everyone is flocking to the Yunliang Pavilion.

It is said that at that time, the matter of "Yunliang Bang" was well known, Cui Hanzhang also heard of it, and heard it mentioned in Yunshen Temple, and some Jiahu students happened to eat wine in Yunliang Pavilion that day, and witnessed the fighting between the two parties. The hearts of the people who said it were rippling, and they hated to be able to participate in it in person, even if they were proud to hold the horse and fall for it.

There is such a thing as face, once it is picked up, it can't be dusty. The onlookers were lively, the authorities were passionate, after many rounds of price increases, when the price exceeded five thousand taels of silver, I am afraid that except for the people in the authorities, everyone knew that this matter could not be good, and Miss Xin Yaoqin was the most expensive in Yunliang Pavilion.

Not to mention the latter situation, Hanzhang can also imagine that it is really a horse galloping and money falling, and Zuo Shiqi's arrogance is enough to go down in the history of Yunliang Pavilion. No one in Jin'an City knows that everyone knows, Qingyuan Mansion Zuo Meng tasted 10,000 taels of silver plus 100 pieces of silk to invite the Yaoqin girl to the banquet to play music, the red sleeves and incense of the good story spread all over the streets and alleys, and the Qinglou kiln sisters in Shangsanfu were all poured for it......

Who would have thought that on the other side, the eldest prince of Xiao Mansion was setting up a wine banquet in the mansion, and repeatedly sent people to invite Miss Yaoqin but did not come, and then there was a dispute between the two parties, and it was rumored that Xiao Jing sent someone to smash the field of Yunliang Pavilion overnight, and he did not mention this matter later.

Feng Yu smiled bitterly: "The Xiao family is a century-old imperial businessman, and there is a lot of money, so Xiao Jing is also a famous prodigal son in Jin'an City, how can he suffer such a great humiliation?" "Why bother.........

Cui Hanzhang was also embarrassed when he heard it, "The bitch is ruthless, and the drama is meaningless."

As for whether Xin Yaoqin is really as advertised by Yunliangge: "selling art but not selling body", it doesn't matter at all.

Won a moment of fame and buried himself, why bother, Shi Chongdou is rich and his head is different, the green bamboo falls from the building and the full name is the festival, what is Zuo Shiqi now?

After squatting in prison together, the feelings are naturally deep, not for anything else, just to experience the despair together, Cui Hanzhang is deeply sympathetic to his experience.

In the afternoon, the jailer changed shifts, and two strange faces came, without saying a word, he proposed that Hanzhang directly torture, the poor man's old injuries were not healed and new injuries were added, yesterday Hanzhang saw the prisoner next door being tortured and took off ten fingernails, which was extremely miserable, and today it was his turn. I saw that the jailer didn't say much, plugged Hanzhang's tongue to avoid yelling, took the tongs and pulled one out directly, blood, and squirted out with a bang, Hanzhang's pupils opened violently, and his voice was hoarse and shouted, because of the pain, he couldn't control his body at all, and he shook the torture frame desperately, and after pulling out the second nail, he fainted. As if seeing the extreme pain of the prisoner, the execution of the jailer laughed unscrupulously, while smiling, while continuing to pull out the prisoner's nails, and when he pulled out the fifth time, Hanzhang woke up again in pain, and there was only one thought in his mind, "let me die".

This is Infernal Hell, and they are all demons in Hell.

In the words of the old jailer, if you stay in this place for a long time, if you don't have some fun, everyone will go crazy. They took pleasure in torturing the prisoners, and seeing the expressions of the prisoners distorted by pain gave them great psychological satisfaction, not to mention that these tortured prisoners used to be on high ground.

Switching between fainting and waking up in pain, Cui Hanzhang can't tell the difference between reality and hell, and many times would rather pass out like this and never wake up again.

After tossing and turning, he was pulled out five fingernails and five toenails, the blood had already flowed all over the ground, his hoarse throat could only hum, and his consciousness was already confused.

After the torture, Cui Hanzhang was thrown like a dead dog to the second cell, the first cell was Zuo Shiqi's.

He had gone mad, and there was a rare moment of silence in the day, leaning against the wall in a daze, his hair loose like dead weeds, and his empty eyes staring at the narrow skylight above the cell, as if it were the gateway to heaven, where there was no more pain...........

Life is unsatisfactory, nine times out of ten. But who would have thought that the famous Zuo Mengwei would fall like this.

Zuo Shiqi cursed God for not having long eyes, and also angrily cursed and intimidated the jailers who were tortured, but what he got was even more inhumane torture, he was the first man in history to taste the ten tortures in the North Prison, and the miracle was that he was not dead.......

Cui Hanzhang thought that Zuo Shiqi next door was prosperous and wealthy for half his life, but now he was beaten to the dust, and he was stigmatized for a lifetime, and he was tortured to death.

Mourning is greater than heart death, but as long as there is a glimmer of life, it will not be ruined.

Falling from the clouds high above into hell, the ups and downs of life are too fast, Zuo Shiqi never imagined that he would be framed by this when he was in high spirits, and he had not seen the splendid prosperity of Taikang, the title of the gold list was horseshoe disease, and he had not returned to his hometown to marry a wife, and this Qionglou Yuyu collapsed.

His head stood like a mess of withered grass, and his mouth was muttering, and his suffering could not be understood by others.

Cui Hanzhang's body trembled in pain in the coma, and the head of the gruel nest at night was still at the door of the cell, wanting to crawl over and pick it up and eat it, but he was weak, and the slightest movement involved the wound, the blood scab ruptured, and the gurgling blood flowed all over the ground. I can't stand up, I can't practice the kiln handle style, I can't recover my strength, my spirit keeps flowing, and if I go on like this, I will die in the black prison sooner or later.

In order to stay awake, he could only keep practicing the tricks in his mind, thinking that he might forget the pain as he practiced.

Master Lou said that the kiln style can not only practice the form, but also practice the spirit, so it should be effective to practice with spiritual awareness. Although it is to forget the physical pain and let the spirit fall, Cui Hanzhang's consciousness is in a state of confusion, and he unconsciously falls into the idea of the formula, whether the formula pulls the entire mental consciousness into it, or whether he is immersed in it, it is unclear.

This is a state of confusion of consciousness and mind, forgetting the bleeding hands and feet, forgetting the dark cell, and forgetting where you are...

Woe and blessing depended, Cui Hanzhang suffered from prison for no reason, and was tortured half-dead, but he inadvertently touched the door of divine practice. In a state of practicing kung fu with all one's heart, one can only understand but not speak. The martial artists in the world practice their fists and feet, and most of them stop at the flesh and skin, and a few practice their muscles and bones, and as for those who can touch the door of divine consciousness, they are rare.

Cui Hanzhang's practice is extraordinary, Lou Yueshan is a famous teacher of the Taiyuan martial arts, how vicious the vision, has long pointed out that the kiln is very knowledgeable, after the catastrophe to live in Xikou to learn this kiln style, more than ten years has just passed the peak of the muscles and bones of the first glimpse of a little god vein, it is really the world can touch the field of martial arts, very few, this matter needs to rely on chance, by no means a retreat and hard practice can be obtained. Speaking of which, Cui Hanzhang can also be regarded as a deep blessing, after the Xikou Diniu turned over, Lou Yueshan had already seen the clues of his transformation of qiyun, but the time was in a hurry and did not delve into it......

In the middle of the night, Hanzhang woke up from his consciousness, and through the narrow skylight, a little starlight sprinkled down, illuminating a corner of the dim cell.

"Gollum", "Gollum", the belly of the hungry day was drumming, and he moved his body to the side of the prison with difficulty, endured the sharp pain from his fingers, picked up the nest head on the ground and stuffed it directly into his mouth, mixed with rancid water, and ate with relish.

In his old age in the future, Cui Hanzhang would tell this story to the children around him, and his tears couldn't stop flowing........