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In Kyoto, tea shops and taverns are all spread about the "liveliness" at the city gate.

Asking the shame of Yu Zhi killed Zhao Jie, the son of the Shangshu family of the Criminal Department, and is now in the prison of Dali Temple.

It's been a long time since there's been such a bustle in Kyoto.

Of course, in addition to today's "liveliness", Yu Zhi's "feats" in the north have also spread among the people.

It is the story of Yu Zhi finding out the truth, killing Cangshan, and avenging Guo Shu'er.

Among them, there are many Yu Zhi's personal heroic colors, and there are many Li Haomiao's figures.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! With Yu Zhi daring to avenge the orphan daughter of the Guo family, it is impossible for me to believe that he would kill Zhao Jie for no reason. ”

"How big a sect is Cangshan, that Yu Zhi dares to be fearless of life and death and uphold justice. How can it not be worthy of our admiration. ”

"Hey, don't forget that Yu Zhi was ashamed to ask in the first place. What filthy thing did he not do? ”

"Dirty business? So what are the dirty things that are going on? ”

"This ......"

"Can't tell? Then for me, Yu Zhi has failed the academy examination of the Dao Academy many times, and this is just a shallow study. What else can you criticize? On weekdays, it's okay to make a joke. Today's lives are at stake, do you still want to condemn people because of the stigma they once had? ”

"But the country is easy to change, and the nature is difficult to change. The truth is conclusive, the body was found from Yu Zhi's carriage. Still want to deny it? ”

"Hmph, you see you're a white man. You killed someone, hid the body in your own carriage, and waited for the officers and soldiers to search it? ”

“.......”

Countless controversies like this have taken place all over Kyoto.

With Yu Zhi's heroic act of avenging Guo Shu'er, Yu Zhi won the favor of most of the people.

This is naturally Autumn Ruoruo people spread around the city of Kyoto.

Before the trial begins, it is also important to win the hearts and minds of the people for Yu Zhi.

Now Yu Zhi's reputation among the people of Kyoto is by no means the shame of asking the question, but a young hero who avenges people's grievances and revenge.

The rumors gradually rose, and rumors such as being framed and unjust cases boiled and exploded like cooking oil.

In just three days, the heat of this matter remained high, and hundreds of people paid attention to the progress of the case.

In the Chengming Hall three days ago, it was inappropriate for Qiu Jinfeng to speak, the secretary of the Criminal Department was Zhao Kai, and the chief judge of the Criminal Department would definitely be criticized.

The strong autumn wind is to catch this and maneuver around it.

In the end, Yu Zhi was interrogated by the three divisions. Even if the Metropolitan Procuratorate and the Criminal Department are biased, Dali Temple has nothing to do with either and should be fair. That Dali Siqing also disdained to do such biased things.

In the prison of Dali Temple, Yu Zhi has been in prison for three days. When he has nothing to do, practicing "Three Thousand Stars Post" and "Villain Picture" is Yu Zhi's only pleasure.

Fortunately, there is no means to ban true qi in this prison. Probably disdainful, after all, no one has ever escaped this prison.

In the past three days, Yu Zhi, who no one cared about, also made a "friend".

It was an old man, with white hair and drooping old age, like a dead old tree.

The old man lay on the rocking chair all day long, dressed in plain white, like a shroud. If it weren't for that faint breath, Yu Zhi would have thought that the old man was dead.

Later, Yu Zhi learned that the old man's name was Fan Wenzheng, who was a Confucian of a certain scholar clan in Nanzhou Mansion, and he should have offended Emperor Chu in some way and was imprisoned here for many years.

"Old Fan, give me your big chicken leg. You're too old to eat anything that's too greasy. I share and share for you. Yu Zhi looked like he was thinking about Fan Wenzheng.

Yu Zhi looked at the green vegetables and radish in front of him, and deeply felt the injustice in the world.

is also a prisoner, and the food treatment is not half a star.

People's chicken thighs, pork ribs, pig's trotters, and Yu Zhi's turn is only green vegetables and radishes.

"Old Fan, you are such a good person. Atmosphere. Yu Zhi ate the chicken thighs in his hands, and his hands were greasy and he didn't care at all.

Yu Zhi looked at the official and said dissatisfiedly: "Look at this world. The same prisoner's food is also divided into three, six, nine and so on? ”

The official didn't bother to take care of Yu Zhi, and left after delivering the food.

Fan Wenzheng was eating slowly, and he was not in a hurry to take one bite at a time. Finally waited for Fan Wenzheng to wipe the grease stains on his mouth before he spoke: "Xiaoyou, if you don't eat or sleep, a gentleman must have the demeanor of a gentleman." ”

Yu Zhi pursed his lips and reached out to wipe the oil stain on his trouser leg, not caring indifferently.

"I'm not a gentleman. I'm just a prisoner who was put in prison, and I don't know when I was going to die. You should eat and drink, and you should eat and drink before you die. ”

Fan Wenzheng sat back on the recliner and said with interest: "You, you will be able to go out soon." ”

"Huh?" Yu Zhi hugged his fists and said, "Accept your auspicious words." ”

"I have lived in this prison for more than ten years, and I have met so many people who are crying out for mercy or treacherous in exchange for a way to live. It didn't even take the torture to be frightened and admit everything. And no one has ever been so calm about you. ”

Fan Wenzheng has been here for a long time, and he has seen the faces of all beings, and he has a little more ability to see people.

Yu Zhi asked curiously, "Old Fan, who are you?" ”

Fan Wenzheng put his hands on his stomach and looked at the pitch-black ceiling, as if this question was enough to make him think about it for a lifetime.

Immediately, Yu Zhi said again: "Anyway, you shouldn't be a good person." ”

Yu Zhi's speculation made Fan Wenzheng laugh dumbly, and the laughter filled the entire empty prison, making the air that had been the same for several years become a little warmer.

In fact, Fan Wenzheng is not a person who likes to laugh, if he says that he is not smiling, it is the best description of him. Occasionally, Fan Wen's straight face would remind Yu Zhi of someone.

"Why am I not a good person?" Pham Van Zheng was full of interest. It had been a long time since he had said so much.

Because those who come in here are either busy begging for mercy or are scared silly, and it's really boring. That is, Yu Zhi is idle and bored, and likes to chat with old men and old ladies.

Yu Zhi thought for a while and said seriously: "First, Lao Fan, you are a scholar at first glance. After reading the book and being locked up here, he must have said something rebellious. You scholars like to calculate the most, and as a result, you calculate and calculate, and you calculate yourself. ”

"Second, when did the prison of this Dali Temple lock up those innocent white families?"

After a pause, Yu Zhi added, "I'm talking about anything other than me. ”

Yu Zhi chose himself as a matter of course.

I was innocent, but I was framed.

Hearing Yu Zhi's words, Fan Wenzheng actually laughed, and this laughter spread far away outside the prison.

Fan Wenzheng thought for a moment, and then nodded seriously. "That's right, that's right. Calculation comes and goes, after all, he calculates himself. There must be a mistake in a hundred secrets. It will be a wrong step, and it will be an abyss. ”

"The old man has been calculating gains and losses all the time in his life, and after all, he was blinded by the wind and sand, and wasted 20 years of time here. Sad. ”

"Old man......"

Seeing that Fan Wenzheng still wanted to continue, Yu Zhi hurriedly said: "Stop, stop, old Fan, I don't want to listen to your things, if I hear something that I shouldn't hear, I will be killed by you sooner or later." ”

Fan Wenzheng was dumbfounded, he hadn't spoken to anyone for many years, but when he opened his mouth today, he didn't expect the other party to be completely interested.

Yu Zhi lay on the bed, crossed Erlang's legs, and said leisurely: "Old Fan, I see that you can't get out in this life." Tell me what your inheritance is, and I can help you inherit it. ”

Yu Zhi, in line with a heart of caring for the elderly, chatted with Fan Wenzheng.

Unexpectedly, Fan Wenzheng really spoke: "It's okay to really have something for you." ”

As he spoke, Fan Wenzheng threw out a dagger and landed right in front of Yu Zhi's cell.

The dagger is golden, carved with intricate patterns, the dagger is out of the sheath is flashing cold light, and the red word "Fan" is engraved on the sword body to indicate the owner of the dagger.

Yu Zhi took a look at it and couldn't help but praise: "This dagger is good, it should be worth a lot of money." ”

"Money?" Fan Wenzheng snorted coldly, he looked down on these yellow and white things the most. "Where do you want some money to insult the old man."

Yu Zhi also learned from Fan Wenzheng's appearance and snorted coldly. "Lao Fan, you've read so many books, haven't you read a few sentences that money can make ghosts grind, and it's hard to move an inch without money?"

"You kind of scholars are self-proclaimed and disdainful of things outside of you. But Lao Fan, look at the big chicken leg you just ate, how much money does it cost? Look at the price of rice and cloth today. If you don't have this money, what will you eat and drink? ”

"Abandon all the empty mansions in your head. The most important thing is to put it into practice and fall into the hands of the people. ”

"If I have hundreds of millions of taels of silver, I will definitely find tens of millions of mansions, and the poor people in the world will be happy! Isn't silver important? Silver is important! ”

As soon as Yu Zhi saw Fan Wenzheng, a guy who only knew how to talk on paper, he was angry.

Fan Wenzheng got up from the rocking chair and paced back and forth, completely lacking the clear stream of pampered and unfazed posture just now.

Yu Zhi fiddled with the dagger and said curiously: "Old Fan, is there a secret hidden in the dagger here?" ”

Fan Wenzheng didn't pay attention to Yu Zhi, occasionally bowed his head and groaned, and occasionally raised his head and sighed.

Yu Zhi looked at the other party's somewhat crazy appearance, and began to practice by himself.

"The Villain" and "The Three Thousand Stars Post" should not let go of cultivation for a day.

After Yu Zhi stepped into the seventh grade of the opening stele, the meridians recorded in the "Villain Map" had already broken the twelfth article, and he could clearly feel that the strength on his left arm was far stronger than that on his left arm.

Whether it is the speed of the True Qi operation, or the explosive power, it is far from being comparable to before.

At the same time, Yu Zhi also found some differences.

Even if they don't actively operate the True Qi, these opened meridians will automatically fill with True Qi and nourish the flesh and blood.

This is equivalent to automatic practice. Although the effect is small, the changes can be seen over time.

Yu Zhi was sure that his left arm would never be weaker than that of a body refining cultivator in the same realm.

Time passed little by little, until late at night, when the doors of the prison were opened.

A man walked in like a ghost.