"Misunderstanding?"

When Feng Xiangyun heard this, he felt sarcastic, pointed to the two corpses on the ground, and asked: "It's almost me who is lying on the ground, don't you think it's too late for the old gentleman to misunderstand at this time?"

The old man said: "I don't know if the second son has heard of the adult trial? Feng Shizi is close to the weak crown, Lu Jiandao picked me and the other three to use as a stake, and the two of them didn't expect this, just as a power struggle for the style." ”

"Rite of passage? Qin seems to have this custom. ”

The martial arts of the Qin State are very good, in the past, there were often children who went into the mountains to hunt as a rite of passage, and the Feng family was divided into one side, but after all, the door was born, and the rite of passage was reasonable, but I don't know what year it began, after the joke that the prince of the family stuffed two maids into the bed of the heir to make a coming-of-age ceremony came out, this custom was no longer valued.

Feng Xiangyun rubbed his brows and asked, "When did you arrive?"

"On the day of the first watch, now it's three o'clock, and it's time for the prince to set off. The old man replied.

Feng Xiangyun's heart is a lot more stable, according to his usual habits, he went back to the palace before sunset for dinner, but today he met a strange Taoist on the lake, delayed his work for more than an hour, and then collided with these people.

"Old gentleman, there is still something I don't understand, even though my brother and I are a little similar, but the age difference is five years, they didn't recognize it, that is, the portrait picture that was not given to me in advance, the old gentleman is in the dungeon, how can he recognize it?" Feng Xiangyun asked.

The old man took the wooden sword as a comb, smoothed out a strand of white hair, pointed to the half-plain brocade robe on Yi Shisan's body, and said with a meaningful smile: "How does Childe know that they don't recognize it?"

This is the official road to Yunjiang City, although there are few people at this hour, but there will also be scholars who return late, and they will meet the most vicious death row prisoners on the road, and the end can be imagined, expecting them to fulfill their duties, and only kill the target is a big joke!

Whether you recognize yourself or not, this fight cannot be avoided.

"But they really didn't recognize it, Poor Dao was able to recognize the second son because he had a relationship with the lake a few days ago. ”

Lake wind and night rain is the name of a tea house, Feng Xiangyun whenever he has leisure, often go there to drink tea and listen to books.

"How many days ago?"

Feng Xiangyun was suspicious, death row prisoners are not ordinary prisoners, according to the law, they will parade through the streets to demonstrate deterrence, if it is a death row prisoner who has been arrested in the past few days, he must have an impression.

Facing the doubtful eyes, Lao Dao's next sentence caused an uproar in his heart.

"I was taken into the Criminal Division 30 years ago, it was the second year of Yongling, when I was seriously injured and unconscious, but my identity was doubtful, the warden was benevolent, temporarily in prison, and invited a doctor to treat me, but I didn't expect that 30 years have passed. ”

The system of the Qin Dynasty is different from that of the south, the Qin Emperor cannot directly govern the locality, there is little circulation between the cities, and the calendar is mostly changed according to the local king's name, the second year of Yongling is the second year of the reign of the former King Yongling, and the twenty years of Yongling are the kings of their own father, and now it is the twelfth year of Yunjiang.

The throne can follow this rule to make this change cruel, don't say that it is the heir of the prince of Yongling, that is, the corpses of the former vassals were also killed all over the field, I didn't expect to see such a rare legacy, death row prisoners, prisoners sentenced to death, it is a fluke to live for a year, what kind of death row prisoner is it to live for thirty years in prison?

The question is, can the law of the present dynasty behead the prisoners of the previous dynasty?

"What's going on?"

Feng Xiangyun put away the book and pen, put back the package, and said casually: "Since the dungeon can't lock you up, there's no reason to lock you up, so let's leave the old gentleman to take care of himself." ”

The old man said softly, "Then how about I make a knife pile?"

It's amazing.

Feng Xiangyun frowned and looked over, seeing that he was sitting upright, his prison clothes were neatly prepared, he swept away his decadent and lazy state, his face was cold and solemn and not like a joke, and asked in a deep voice: "Since there is no killing intent, why bother here?"

"Now there's it!"

With a cold drink, a palm broke through the air and attacked, like a cloud fluctuating, and there was a dragon in the abyss.

Feng Xiangyun has no scruples of distraction, and he can use martial arts to fight the enemy with confidence, and his hands do a hammer-shaped arch to the sky, which is a change of the family heirloom tiger fist, only to break the palm power and turn into a tiger pounce, and take the heavenly spirit directly.

The hammer arm touched, and the old man's arm was like a frightened snake head, shrinking and scurrying, it was half a foot long, and it bit on Feng Xiangyun's right shoulder.

Critical!

Feng Xiangyun didn't dare to have the intention of changing his moves, and borrowed his spare strength to push the evil python away, but the old Dao's hand trembled slightly, Feng Xiangyun suddenly felt weightless and fell off the cliff, and then trembled, all the strength of his body was scattered, and his raised hands hung down weakly, no matter how he thought about changing his moves to resist, his strength was shaken away, and he could only sit still.

"It's such a clever luck kung fu, even a martial arts master is nothing more than that. ”

Feng Xiangyun struggled several times to no avail, and had to sink down to speculate on this person's intentions, Qin Guo's martial arts are dominant, Ming Jin, Qi training, refining skills, refining Gang, fetal yuan, according to the standards of the Southern Immortal Dao, fetal yuan and Dan Yuan are together, and the name of the grandmaster, this person's kung fu is extremely subtle, and he is by no means a nameless person.

"Xu Wenhan, an outcast of the Lingxi Sect. ”

The old man saw the doubts in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Doesn't the second son still have a trick to do? Give me a hint, I suffered a tragic accident thirty years ago, and the thoughts of grief and indignation are staggered in my heart and unforgettable. ”

Feng Xiangyun is not surprised, in front of this person has been envoyed twice in succession, it is not surprising to be seen through the clues, this law is given by God, does not hurt the body and does not damage the true qi, but can borrow people's emotions to attack the soul, dignified and upright, as long as you dare to show flaws, I dare to eat hard!

As soon as he thought of it, Xuan Gong was urged to the extreme, and Feng Xiangyun's eyes were haunted by purple thunder, turning into demonic thunder patterns.

"Sure enough, I want to die!"

But all those who grieve will inevitably have the idea of suicide, no matter how the face shows that the cloud is light and the wind is clear, this idea will be buried like a seed and wait for the opportunity, if no one interferes, it may sprout, or it may be forgotten and withered, and what Feng Xiangyun wants to do is to strengthen such negative thoughts and give birth to it!

Divine thoughts intersected, and Feng Xiangyun instantly sensed the thousands of thoughts of the old way.

"A sinner like me deserves to die in silence in a dark hole in the ground. ”

"Why didn't I die back then?"

"I've long lost the meaning of life. ”

Lao Dao's heart was full of death intent, and there was no room for urging.

Feng Xiangyun retracted his thoughts and wondered, "Old man, how did you survive until now?" He wanted to ask why the old man was full of thoughts of begging for death, and why he didn't cut himself. You know, it is no less torment to let a person with a dead heart live than to ask a person full of hope and vitality to die.

"Unwilling!"

The old man sighed and said, "If you don't use these eyes to see the day when you are dying, you will die without blinking your eyes." ”

"It's a pity that the end of my life is up, and I'm going to die. ”