Chapter Twenty-Five: One Thousand and One Nights of Iron Heart

The well-fed buns like to listen to Tie Xinyuan tell those extremely magical stories on weekdays.

What is the story of a man who sat on a flying blanket and snatched the princess away, and finally gave birth to eight dolls.

A fisherman caught a bottle from the sea, and at last the bottle emitted black smoke, and it contained a man who was stronger than him.

What a story about a shameless princess who lives with eight dwarfs.

He loves to hear both.

In the past, whenever he met Tie Xinyuan, he would pester him to tell him a paragraph, even if it was to invite him to eat cooking cakes.

Now that there's nothing going on in the prison, I can finally let him tell him a lot, a long story.

"Brother Yuan is good at telling stories, and the last time I told me about a horse riding and fighting a winged dragon.

The horse rider was slapped into a patty by the dragon, and it was so enjoyable......"

The prison was really boring, so there were good prisoners who also coaxed this student to talk about it.

Tie Xinyuan suddenly smiled, arched his hand and said, "Since the big guy is so tall and looks at the next glance, Tie Mou is not welcome."

I will tell you a story from the Great Food Country, called "Alibaba and the Forty Thieves". ”

"Who is Alibaba?" Baozi was the first to ask.

Tie Xinyuan smiled: "It's a lucky guy, very lucky, he took away the treasures of forty robbers, and put the robbers in prison."

But then he wasn't lucky. ”

"Why?"

"Because the robbers have escaped from prison."

Baozi said excitedly: "That's really not good, those robbers will make trouble for him, by the way, how did those robbers escape from prison?"

I've been breaking such a thick fence. ”

"Fool, these wooden fences are mixed with iron bars, and you can't keep getting them even if you have a thousand pounds."

A cold voice came from the depths of the prison.

Tie Xinyuan smiled even more happily. He opened his mouth and said, "The fences in the Great Food Country Prison are all made of thumb-thick steel rods, and those robbers still escaped. ”

"Hehe, in this case, the old man will listen carefully to the story told by the students, rest assured, Lao Tzu will not miss a word."

Tie Xinyuan sat cross-legged, stretched out a finger and pointed to the roof and said, "A long time ago, there were two brothers living in a certain city in Persia, the elder brother was called Gosimum, and the younger brother was called Ali Baba.

After the death of his father. They each got a limited amount of property, and they split up and made their own living. Soon the money was spent, and life became increasingly difficult. In order to solve the problem of food and clothing and make ends meet, the brothers had to run around day and night, enduring hardships and standing hard work.

Later, Gosimus was fortunate enough to marry the daughter of a wealthy merchant, and he inherited his father-in-law's business and began to start a business. Due to the booming business. Growing rapidly, Gosimus soon became a well-known and wealthy businessman.

Ali Baba married the daughter of a poor family, and the couple lived a poor life. All belongings except for one dilapidated house

Outside, there were only three donkeys. Alibaba makes a living by selling firewood. Every day, I drove the donkey to the jungle to cut firewood, and then carried it to the market

Sell, as a way to make a living.

One day ......"

Outside the cell, the sound of the jailers calling for pheasants could be faintly heard. Inside the cell, however, was silent, and the silver moonlight poured in through the windows, forming huge windows in the dark cell.

Tie Xinyuan's clear voice is telling an ancient story without hurrying.

So the robbers were taken into prison by the king. After waiting for dawn, he was pushed onto the gallows and hanged alive.

The rest of the robbers were terrified, helpless in the face of the thumb-thick iron fence.

But the leader of the robbers did not panic, and in the dead of night he took off his shirt, soaked it with water, and then wrapped him around two iron fences.

Removing the handle from the toilet bowl and inserting it into the middle of the garment, the hard iron fence began to bend slowly, revealing a gap large enough for a man to penetrate......"

As he said this, a muffled snort of pain came from the depths of the prison, and Tie Xinyuan smiled and continued to speak.

“…… At this time, she had come to the last urn, and found that it was filled with vegetable oil, so she filled a pot, took it to the kitchen, and added oil to the lamp, and then went back to the firewood room, scooped a large pot of oil from the urn, set up a firewood, boiled the oil, and then took it to the firewood room, and poured a ladle of boiling oil into each urn in turn. The bandits lurking in the urn didn't know what was going on, and they were burned to death one by one. ”

Tie Xinyuan's story was finished, and there was no other sound in the prison except for the buns still clicking their mouths.

Tie Xinyuan smiled and said to Baozi: "The story is over, we should also go to bed, and everything will be very different when we wake up tomorrow." ”

Baozi didn't understand what Tie Xinyuan was talking about, but he was already very sleepy, first helped Tie Xinyuan make a grass nest, and then lay down on the thick hay by himself, and in an instant, snoring sounded.

When Tie Xinyuan lay down, he heard the sound of someone peeing, and it was not in the toilet, but on the cloth.

So, he closed his eyes peacefully, but all the prisoners who were imprisoned here were mostly felons waiting for the autumn execution, as long as they were given a little hope.

They will not be willing to sit still.

Brother Qiao's body bounced and rolled down the slope before hiding in the shadows, and the two short knives were nailed to the slope.

Holding back the pain in his crotch, he groped his way into the door of another room, cut the lock with a boning knife, and dodged in.

It's cold and damp, and the smell of sour liquor fills the mouth and nose.

Brother Qiao closed the heavy gate with great skill, put the thick latch behind the door, and after seeing the surrounding environment clearly, he lit a lantern covered with thick skin.

Under the light of the lantern, Brother Qiao nodded with satisfaction, the wine cellar here really hasn't changed at all, not even the way the wine bottles are placed.

If anything, there are many huge wooden squares on the walls of the wine cellar, and when Brother Qiao came to the place where he used to come in, he just reached out and touched the wall, and the sound of jingling bells sounded in the wine cellar.

When I lifted the lantern and looked closely, I found that there were countless looming silk threads in the place, and at the end of the silk threads were small bells tied one after another.

With a slight touch, the alarm bell will ring sharply.

There was a violent thud at the gate, and the crunching of the thick latch creaked and screamed, as if it didn't last long.

Brother Qiao looked at the inch-high gap under the door and smiled, and rolled over a hundred-and-ten-pound giant urn, which contained a Western domain wine Kelile, which was originally a kind of Sanle pulp.

In the pre-Tang Dynasty, the people of Chang'an loved the characteristics of this wine as strong as fire, so it was continuously improved on the basis of the predecessors.

The biggest feature is that it can be lit with a candle flame, which can be described as the best among spirits.

Brother Qiao has drunk it a few times, and the painful feeling after each time he gets drunk is really not enough to be humane with outsiders......

The bone-cleaved knife cut through the sealing mud, and the pungent liquor syrup flowed happily along the gap under the threshold to the door.

One jar ran out, Brother Qiao opened another altar, and after pouring seven or eight jars in a row, seeing that the door was full of holes, Brother Qiao lit a torch and threw it into the stream formed by the wine.

As a result, a pale blue fire dragon quickly extended out from under the threshold.

A burst of screams of men and women came from outside the door, and Brother Qiao laughed and began to find a way for himself again.

The chiseled wall has been built to death with bluestone, and the cracks in the bluestone are filled with three-fold soil mixed with rice milk, which is really hard as iron, and a machete goes down and sparks splash everywhere, it seems that Deng Ba has made a dead effort to prevent theft.

Fortunately, Tie Xinyuan planned to come here again to steal wine, and had already calculated the distance between the wine cellar and the secret passage.

After walking six steps to the west, Brother Qiao used a machete to pry up the blue-striped stone laid on the ground, and after turning it to the side vigorously, he began to dig down frantically like a mouse.

The temperature in the wine cellar has risen a lot in a short period of time, and the sweat on Brother Qiao's head is flowing like a stream, he doesn't care about wiping it, if he can't dig the tunnel as soon as possible, he will probably be burned alive here.

Soon he dug a hole three feet deep, and the bone cleaver slashed at a stone, sending a spark out of it.

Brother Qiao is overjoyed, it seems that this is dug to the top of the dark tunnel.

The bluestone slab here is not extravagant enough to be poured with glutinous rice soup, and Brother Qiao finally pried open a slight gap after bending the bone chopping knife.

A cool and damp wind blew out of the cracks, Brother Qiao breathed a long sigh of relief, and when he looked back at the gate, he was shocked to find that the entire gate was about to burn down.

Across a sea of fire, a dozen faintly sword-wielding men were looking at him viciously.

As long as the sea of fire gets a little smaller, those people will rush in.

Brother Qiao didn't care about the danger, and slashed through any wine jar he could see, and suddenly, the wine cellar was full of wine, and the blue flames spread happily from outside the door to the wine cellar.

Brother Qiao lifted the huge scale he had just found, and smashed it heavily on the bluestone slab, a crack appeared on the bluestone slab, Brother Qiao picked up the scale and smashed it there continuously, and the last one suddenly smashed into the air, and when he looked down, the bluestone slab had been shattered, revealing a hole that could be drilled into for him.

When the door fell, Qiao Ge'er had just entered the hole, and the huge door panel smashed on the burning liquor, sparks splashed everywhere, and the raging flames spread in an instant along some of the liquor that could be burned.

Fujiwara looked at the burning wine cellar in a daze, sighed and said to the man behind him, "Who is this person?" With such a strong temperament, would rather die in the fire than surrender? ”

General Yan snorted coldly and said, "Fortunately, he died, otherwise Lao Tzu would have fled overnight......" (To be continued.) )

PS: It's too late to hurry.