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Yang Rusong, the head of the household, was beheaded on charges of blaspheming the royal family and slandering the imperial court.

Jiang Feng looks at the panel information.

Name: Feng Jiang

Luck: 1456

Exercises: Jailer's Health Preservation (Mastery+)

Skill: Jailer's Long Fist (Proficient+)

Realm: Seven Grades (Refining the Essence)

Divine powers: Immortality

With Yang Rusong being beheaded, it was shown to the public.

Jiang Feng also really survived this crisis.

His Qi Luck Value also exceeded 1,000 points, reaching 1456 points.

While feeling happy in my heart, I also sweated for myself.

He knew very well that Yang Rusong did not die in his hands, but died in the chaos of the court, hostile parties, secretly fueling the troubles, especially when Yang Qi's poems blaspheming the imperial concubine were floating all over the city, Yang Rusong was already doomed.

Even if the poem is not from Yang Qi.

Yang Rusong can't live.

Because the royal family must use Yang Rusong's head to draw an end to this incident.

This also made Jiang Feng realize the horror of imperial power.

Even for a first-class member like Yang Rusong, life and death are also in the royal family's thoughts.

Only by constantly improving our strength and becoming invincible in the world can we use force to confront the imperial power and truly transcend heaven and earth.

Jiang Feng was even more determined in his heart, he wanted to go on, be his little jailer, be cautious in his words and deeds, and earn enough luck points.

Seeing the jailer's health skills, a plus sign appeared behind the jailer's long fist.

He thought about it for a while, and then added a thousand Qi Luck Points to the Jailer's health skills.

He felt that the realm was still the most important.

At least it can bluff people.

When the Qi Luck value exceeds 1,000 points, a plus sign appears after the Jailer's Health Preservation Skill.

Soon the panel information changed again.

Name: Feng Jiang

Luck: 456

Exercises: Jailer's Health Preservation (Xiaocheng)

Skill: Jailer's Long Fist (Skilled)

Realm: Six Grades (Refining Dirt)

Divine powers: Immortality

"Boom!"

Jiang Feng punched out.

I felt that in my viscera, I was able to drum up a force of qi and blood, and I was able to break through a wall of earth with one punch.

If he encounters it again, the person who wanted to shoot Wang He that day, in the face of the opponent's arrows, Jiang Feng is confident that he will definitely be able to run faster.

Even if there is no body blessing.

With the six-grade realm alone, the speed generated can also be used to maneuver with the other party.

"You have to save some money, find a way to get a few books, and practice powerful body martial arts, otherwise you will have no force, and you don't know how to use it, and it will be too easy to suffer when you meet some experienced masters."

Jiang Feng muttered to himself.

The Jailer's Health Preservation Gong and the Jailer's Long Fist are actually not bad, although they are both the lowest level of exercises, but they are also the most basic ways of practice, if you can practice the two methods to the state of Great Perfection, the power that can be exerted is not weaker than the top methods in the world.

Just because of these two methods, the progress of cultivation is too slow, and even if they practice diligently, many people can only reach the mastery level in their lifetime.

And Jiang Feng is different.

With the addition of luck, as long as he is given enough time, sooner or later he will be able to cultivate the state of Great Perfection with the jailer's health skills, and the jailer's long fist, relying on these two methods to dominate the world.

Of course, if there were other more advanced cultivation methods, Jiang Feng would naturally not refuse.

And now, he also needs other skills.

For example, martial arts such as body skills, knives, guns, clubs, etc.

With a single set of jailer long fists, it is difficult for Jiang Feng to have an advantage when encountering a real master.

However, in this world, whether it is the exercises, or the body martial arts, etc., are extremely precious, and the silver taels that Jiang Feng has accumulated so far, plus those trophies, are less than one hundred and thirty taels in total.

This amount of money can't be bought at all, advanced martial arts.

However, he still decided to wait for a few days, when the wind calmed down, and find an opportunity to go to the black market.

The so-called black market is a market in which some officials and bandits collude and cannot see the light.

Even in a place like Rento, it's inevitable.

Even according to legend, the black market in Longdu was built by a certain prince.

There are rules that belong there.

In the past, Jiang Feng's strength was low, and he had never been there.

Now he has become a middle and third-grade martial artist.

With the six-grade refining and dirty cultivation, Jiang Feng dared to go to the black market.

After Yang Rusong's family was beheaded, Jiang Feng, as usual, came to Zhenbei Prison to take over.

The voices in the cell were all talking about the beheading of the Yang family.

Jiang Feng ignored it and did his job well.

In the past few days, in Zhenbei Prison, many people have been pulled in every day, basically implicated in Yang Qi's incident, but more people are melon-eating people, idle and idle, ridiculing Yang Qi's poems, and being caught and coming into Zhenbei Prison to add a number.

When these people came in, they had to be whipped first.

This is an order from above.

Many of the little jailers, whose lives were depressed on weekdays, rushed to get whips and beat those unlucky ghosts.

Uncle Huo also participated for a few days.

He practiced the whipping method for several days in a row, as if he had found a rhythm, and specially invited Jiang Feng to practice as well, but Jiang Feng decisively refused and found an excuse to fool the past.

This kind of thing that will provoke cause and effect, he will never touch it.

I'm afraid that this group of melon-eating people, some people will counterattack and become gods, and remember the group of people who waved the whip, and they will come to the door one by one to take revenge in the future.

And so, a month passed.

Yang Qi's turmoil has gradually passed.

In Zhenbei Prison, there are few melon-eating people who talk about Yang Qi's poems and continue to be arrested.

A lot of people in the cell were cleared out.

Some people suffered for several days and spent a lot of money to regain their freedom.

Someone was weak and confessed directly here, was dragged away and thrown in a mass grave.

After several rounds of torture, someone cried for his father and mother, became a cripple and was thrown out.

In short, the imperial court suppressed this turmoil in an extremely rough and bloody way, and in this month, the number of deaths per day in the four major prisons reached the highest level in recent years.

Jiang Feng and the other little jailers have a lot more tasks every day, in addition to delivering food to the prisoners, they also have to inspect whether there are any prisoners who have died in the cell, and once they are found, they must be taken away and disposed of immediately.

Otherwise, once stinky in the cell.

That smell will linger.

This month, Jiang Feng was used to seeing life and death, and his heart became more and more numb, and even Uncle Huo and others gradually stopped taking pleasure in whipping prisoners, and every time a new prisoner was sent in, everyone was tired.

Wait until the storm subsides.

Every day, the prisoners came in and out, and the normal value was restored, and both Jiang Feng and the other jailers felt relieved.

Uncle Huo, as the head of the old team, spent a lot of money tonight, prepared a big pot of pickles and boiled white tofu, and invited Jiang Feng and a few other jailers to eat together at his house.

Jiang Feng did not refuse, and the other three little jailers drank a lot of wine in Uncle Huo's house.

In a rare moment of relaxation, Jiang Feng also joked with Uncle Huo.

When they had had enough to eat, they all went home.

Walking out of the alley of Uncle Huo's house, Jiang Feng, who was originally drunk and smoked, agitated his qi and blood, dispelled the strength of the wine, and restored himself to normal.

In this crisis-ridden world, Jiang Feng didn't dare to take it lightly.

When he returned home, Jiang Feng was just about to fall asleep, when he suddenly felt like he was being targeted.