"The order has been issued from above, the imperial court has a will, and tomorrow the little marquis will be handed over to the Yu Clan Mission!"

"The Yu clan is powerful, where can we afford to provoke it? It's a pity that a genius like the little marquis, a person is escorted to such a far away wilderness, and he doesn't know how to suffer!"

On the upper floor of the stone staircase, the whispers of two jailers could be faintly heard.

"Maybe halfway through, the Yu clan will directly kill people!"

"Alas, pitiful, if you are sent to the wilderness, there is no way to live, you will definitely die!"

"Don't say it, be careful that the little marquis hears! Anyway, he will be escorted away tomorrow morning, let him sleep peacefully." Let's go, let's go have a few sips of wine, it's too hot and humid this day. ”

The voices of the two jailers gradually disappeared, and Zhi Hunt's heart sank, this is because the court and the family can't withstand the pressure of the Yu clan, so they abandon themselves?

He groaned slightly, and immediately understood that even if he would be escorted to the Yu Clan, it should be done in secret, how could it be possible for the two lowly jailers to know in advance and leak it?

Is this a deliberate means of intimidation to trick himself into taking action? Zhi Kari's eyes flashed, swept around the cell, and then fell back to the dining table. He pondered for a while, crushed more than ten plates of exquisite dishes one by one, and soon found a copper spoon in the filling of a piece of fried crab roe spring rolls, and pointed it at the keyhole of the cage, and the copper spoon just fitted.

Zhi Hunt Zhen looked at the food table again, and his heart moved, the food table of the previous days was all rosewood, but today it has been replaced with a new one. He reached out and groped for a while on the reverse side of the board, touching a bulge, he pressed it hard, and with a soft "click", a thin and narrow soft sword bounced out.

Zhi Kari Zhen held the soft sword and shook it slightly, the soft sword wrapped around his wrist several times like a snake, like a silver shining bracelet, hidden in the sleeve and extremely hidden. Zhi Hunt is really bright, I don't know which force bought the jailer, and gave him the key to escape and a soft sword, trying to coerce and lure him to escape.

It would be foolish for him to run away. Once he escapes from prison, he will become a co-wanted criminal of the Great Jin and Yu clans, and even be expelled from the Daomen, and there is no room to turn over.

Maybe these people still regard themselves as an ignorant teenager from the countryside? He is not Yuan An himself, how can he be moved by a few words from the jailer? Not to mention that he has a Pepsi and a treasure key, what kind of cage can lock him?

Zhi Kari really pushed away the food table in front of him, and he simply didn't stick to the grains, he sat on the bed, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, and felt very strange. Since the other party lured him to escape, why should he drug the wine and food, wouldn't it be too much?

After a long time, Zhi Hunt Zhen gradually became a little tired, and just wanted to fall asleep, an inaudible sound came. A soybean fell from the space of the skylight above, jumped twice on the straw mat, and turned into a three-foot-tall soldier.

Its face was blurred, it couldn't distinguish between men and women, it was covered in a hard bean shell suit, its bare feet and no toes, and its gait was light. Holding a sharp short spear in each hand, the bean soldier jumped up dexterously and pounced on Zhi Kari.

Spell to scatter beans into soldiers! Zhi Hunt Zhen Huo Ran opened his eyes.

This is a widely spread technique, soybeans are fried with various materials, buried in the cemetery in the lunar year, the moon and the sun, and cultivated in a secret method for three years, and the bean soldiers can be born.

The technique of sprinkling beans into soldiers first originated from Fangshi, and now there are inheritances of Daomen, Demon Gates, and Sanxiu. This technique is easy to learn and difficult to master, and some of the bean soldiers who have been planted in scattered cultivation are crooked and cracked, with mutilated limbs and no combat power. And the higher the cultivation of the bean planter, the stronger the combat power of the bean soldiers.

Zhi Kari really glanced at the skylight above, kicked his heels, and the whole person moved sideways. The two short spears of the bean soldier suddenly missed, stabbing into the stone wall. The bean soldiers were not flustered, the short spear was on the wall, and the whole person took advantage of the situation to turn upside down, and the two short spears stirred up the cold light of the stars and sprinkled it on Zhi Hunt Zhen.

This is the strength of the bean soldiers, no matter how critical the situation, they can always be calm and calm, without any emotions such as joy, anger, and fear.

Zhi Hunt Zhen also jumped up at the same time, the two sides staggered, Zhi Hunt Zhen bent his hands into claws, passed through the cold light of the short spear, and took the first step to buckle the top of the bean soldier's head, which was the broken finger that Zhen Rahu was best at.

With a "click", the bean soldier's heavenly spirit cover was lifted, and there was no blood in it, just milky white bean juice bubbling out. The bean soldier shook a few times, "plopped" and fell to the ground, and the corpse quickly turned back into a soybean the size of a fingernail.

Zhi Hunt really glanced at the soybeans on the ground, and was not in a hurry to move the sword. The bean soldiers were clearly here to kill him, which was quite contradictory to the jailer inducing him to escape, and the two sides were probably not a group.

The one who hides the sword and the key in the food case should be the force behind the jailer. And the one who drugged his diet and drove the bean soldiers was another force, so it was logical: first let himself be poisoned in a coma, and then send the bean soldiers to assassinate him. Because the other party wants to kill himself, there is no need to give himself another soft sword.

"Papa-da-pa-da-" Soybeans were like raindrops through the skylight of the cell, falling to the ground and bouncing, turning into soybean soldiers with short spears in their hands, the number of which was full of twenty, and the cell suddenly seemed a little crowded.

The bean soldiers flew like locusts, spreading out nimbly, and each other's directions were staggered: some launched a frontal attack from the ground to Zhikajin, some jumped on the wall and attacked from the side, some climbed the ceiling and pounced condescendingly, and some crouched in the corner, motionless, waiting for the opportunity to sneak attack...... Their movements were fast and ruthless, light and silent, and they were not even woken up by the sleeping cuteness.

Zhi Hunt Zhen's wrist flicked, the soft sword shook out, the snow bright sword light lit up, and swirled up and down around the surroundings, the milky white and rich bean juice splashed one after another, and the bean soldiers were divided into two halves, fell to the ground, and turned into half and a half soybeans.

The combat power of each bean soldier is about the first stage of refining and refining qi, but with a sword in his hand, he can kill easily and smoothly, and his swordsmanship is one point stronger than when he duel with the eagle king.

The long sword of Zhijia Zhen turned and forced into the corner, and the last surviving bean soldier was originally hiding and could not move, but at this moment he was forced by the sword light and had to pounce over.

The sword light trembled slightly, turning into slender filaments of light, winding the bean soldier layer by layer, allowing it to rush left and right, always trapped in the thick cocoon of the sword light. Zhi Hunt really wants to capture him alive and find the owner behind the bean soldiers.

"Bang!" the bean soldier's body swelled suddenly, exploding on its own, and bean juice splashed all over the wall.

Zhi Jia Zhen was silent for a moment and put away his soft sword. This bean soldier obviously had a little spirituality, and when he sensed that he would be captured alive, he resolutely killed himself on the spot. This kind of spiritual soybean soldiers are also called "bean kills", because once they are caught, they will kill themselves immediately, and those who can refine bean kills at least have the cultivation of refining gods and returning to emptiness.

After that, Zhi Hunt really didn't wait for the new bean soldiers to attack, and it seemed that the other party had given up. He racked his brains and pondered for a long time, who wanted to escape by himself, and who wanted to die by himself? No matter who it was, the other party must be a first-class member of the court, otherwise how could he have the opportunity to do something in the Imperial Prison?

Zhi Hunt really leaned on the bed, and he didn't dare to fall asleep for a while, so he could only meditate and breathe.

I don't know how long it took, but the direction of the stone staircase suddenly lit up with a dim light. A jailer descended the stone staircase and walked straight to Shinshikashi's cell, followed by a man in a cloak and hood covering his face.

Zhi Hunt really didn't show his face, and the hand hidden in the sleeve of his robe held the soft sword. The jailer's expression was dull, like that of a walking corpse, and when he brought the man to the cell, he walked to the corner of the wall, standing facing the wall without saying a word.

Through the prison door, the man in the cloak looked at Zhi Zhenzhen deeply for a while, and suddenly asked, "The little marquis is imprisoned, can he know that his fate hangs by a thread?"

Zhi Hunt really doesn't know what the other party is about, but he can get into the edict prison, and obviously his power is not small. He pondered for a moment and replied vaguely: "This matter is beyond my knowledge, and it is up to the Daomen and the court to decide." ”

The man in the cloak smiled faintly: "Why is the Dao Gate in front and the court in the back?"

Zhi Huntzhen's eyes flashed, and he vaguely guessed the identity of the other party, and said without hesitation: "Daomen is the way for heaven, and it is for heaven." King Jin Ming is the monarch, and the monarch is the Son of Heaven. According to the famous syllabus, of course, the father comes first, and the son comes last. ”

"That's right, it's worthy of being a pre-recorded disciple of the Taishang Shenxiao Sect. The man in the cloak chuckled, took out a piece of jade from his arms, passed through the iron bar of the prison door, and threw it to Zhijiazhen.

The jade is made of extremely rare ink cui, and the back is engraved with the Daomen gods, decorated with intricate Daomen talismans, and the front is only engraved with three simple and delicate cloud pattern Taoist characters.

"Jade Fair".