"Let Lao Tzu out!"

A stout man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist slammed down on the iron grate, his hands clutching the thick black iron grate, his eyes wide open and let out a thunderous roar towards Wei Changfeng, who had just passed.

The bones of his shoulders were pierced by iron chains, and the other end was fixed to the wall behind him, and the chain rattled with force, and the sound was quite terrifying.

"Lao Tzu was wronged, you dog officials should die, ah!"

His hideous expression seemed to break through the cell and grab the passers-by and tear them to pieces!

However, in response to the strong man, it was the iron ruler that fell head-on, only to hear a muffled sound of "pop", and the strong man had a bloody wound on his face, and he involuntarily staggered back under the severe pain.

If it weren't for the person who attacked and deflected the iron ruler, otherwise he would definitely split his head directly!

The Heavenly Prison Warrior who accompanied Wei Changfeng and Zhao Hong in withdrew his weapon casually, and said lightly: "This guy is a land and water thief, who once destroyed the big families in Los Angeles, and will be executed by Ling Chi after the New Year." ”

Wei Changfeng glanced at the other party quietly and continued to walk forward.

This warrior obviously used this way to warn him and Zhao Hong, which was a small dismount.

After walking down the long corridor for about a hundred steps, the two of them came to a cell located in the innermost part of the dungeon.

The cell was not large, and there was only one prisoner in it.

Although he was wearing a thick gray cotton robe, he could not hide his skinny figure, his face was wrinkled, and his gray hair was messy. Sitting on the floor flipping through a tattered book.

"Mr. Murong"

The samurai of the prison took out the key and opened the iron door of the cell. Said to the old man inside: "Someone has come to see you!"

He is like a fierce god to the Jiangyang thieves. The methods are very cruel, but for this old man, it is undoubtedly much gentler, and there is even a hint of respect in his tone.

The gray-robed old man did not raise his head or answer, his eyes were only fixed on the book in his hand.

The Heavenly Prison Warrior was obviously used to it, and he said to Zhao Hong, "You have two moments, and you must leave after that. So if there's something to say, I'm out there. ”

Zhao Hong said with a smile: "Thank you, brother, a small meaning is not a tribute." ”

He gave the prison warrior a silver ticket, and the latter deftly took it and exited the cell with a smile.

Unexpectedly, the gray-robed old man Huo Ran raised his head, stared at Zhao Hong and said: "Everything in the world has been ruined by people like you, corruption and bribery are taken for granted, and there is no peace in the upper and lower levels!"

was reprimanded so harshly, and Zhao Hong was not angry. Put down the food box in his hand and salute the other party: "Mr. Murong, I am Zhao Hong from the Yunhai Guild Hall. I came to visit you on the orders of Uncle Zhang. ”

"And my junior brother"

He pointed at Wei Changfeng and said, "I was ordered by Elder Murong Bo to come all the way from Yunhai Mountain, and I originally planned to escort you to the Yanhuang Tomb. ”

This gray-robed old man is Murong Changyu, if it is not conclusive, Wei Changfeng really doubts where he came from as a beggar, and he can't see the demeanor and temperament of a great Confucian fanatic.

The only thing that can represent his identity as a reader is probably the broken book in his hand.

"Uncle Murong"

Murong Changyu originally looked extremely stern and even angry, but when he heard Zhao Hong say the name of Murong Bo, he was finally moved and slowly stood up from the ground.

I saw that he was facing the southwest, and respectfully made three big salutes, and then straightened his waist and said in a deep voice: "Uncle treats me like a mountain, and his reputation is incompetent and worthy of his elders!"

"Kong said to be benevolent, Meng said to take righteousness, now that the king has no way to live in misery, I should admonish him with death!"

He stared at Wei Changfeng and said, "This little friend, please bring my words back to your uncle, even if I die, I will thank you!"

Wei Changfeng's heart was shocked.

Murong Changyu was thin and weak, his whole person looked haggard and dirty, his beard and hair had obviously not been groomed for a long time, and he was messy, but his eyes were extremely bright, with a certain indescribable determination and determination.

It was this pure belief in putting life and death outside of the realm that made Wei Changfeng feel speechless shock!

Murong Changyu was definitely a true Great Confucian, so he had seen the same look in his eyes a thousand years ago, which was a characteristic that only the Upper Dantian Divine Soul Consciousness Sea could have when he cultivated to a certain realm.

The inheritance of Taoism in the ancient continent has a long history, the martial artist cultivates the martial arts to cultivate the dantian qi sea, the Danshi cultivates the middle dantian, and Confucianism sharpens the will of the soul, pays attention to reading thousands of books, travels thousands of miles, and reaches the saint with the intention of refining qi.

The sages Confucius and Mencius are the top figures in Confucianism and Taoism, and their influence has been passed down for thousands of years!

The technique of distraction and distraction practiced by Wei Changfeng was one of the supreme secret methods of Confucianism, so he was extremely keen on Murong Changyu's eyes, and immediately sensed the extraordinaryness of the other party.

Although he was shocked in his heart, on the surface, Wei Changfeng remained silent, saluted the other party and said, "Mr. Murong, I think it is best for you to say these words when you meet the elders in front of Yunhai Mountain." ”

"What you don't understand"

Murong Changyu shook his head and said, "I won't confess my guilt to His Majesty, because he is the one who is guilty, so"

"You'd better go back!"

He sat down on the ground again, picked up the tattered book and continued to read, ignoring Wei Changfeng no more.

Wei Changfeng was unwilling to persuade a few more words, but Zhao Hong glanced at him, but he still endured it.

"Mr. Murong, then let's take our leave first"

Zhao Hong saluted Murong Changyu and said, "In a few days, we will come to see you again." ”

Murong Changyu turned a deaf ear, as if he hadn't heard his words at all.

Zhao Hong pulled Wei Changfeng out of the cell and said in a low voice, "Let's go back and talk about it." ”

Wei Changfeng knew that it could only be so, he had now seen with his own eyes how stubborn Murong Changyu was, and finally understood Zhao Hong's helplessness.

If it weren't for the fact that this was a prison, he really wanted to directly knock out this stubborn old man and pack it up and bring it back to Yunhaimen!

Accompanied by two samurai, the two left the prison.

When he walked out of the gate, Wei Changfeng couldn't help but take a long breath and asked, "Senior brother, what else do you say can save Mr. Murong?"

It was impossible for Murong Changyu to take the initiative to admit his guilt, so he could only find another way.

Zhao Hong said: "To unlock the bell, you still need to tie the bell, if you want to rescue Mr. Murong, only that one can do it!"

Wei Changfeng's heart moved: "Is it His Majesty King Qin?"

Murong Changyu was imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison by the order of King Qin Wu, and releasing it was also a sentence from this Ninety-Five Supreme.

"It's not"

Zhao Hong shook his head with a smile and replied, "It's Princess Mingyue!"

(To be continued......)