"Zongfu, how did you write?" Han Yu asked with a smile on his face when he got down from the dungeon that day.

Zong Fu, who was lying on the straw pile, took out a stack of written paper and handed it to Han Yu, begging: "Brother Han, can you stop escorting the mine to the next place? Although my dantian is wasted, but the experience is thrown away, I can ensure the great consummation of Brother Han's qi refining!"

Han Yu took the stack of papers and instructed the jailer on the side: "Take him next door!"

This sentence made Zong Fu's heart tremble, and before he could ask, Han Yu had already entered the water prison not far away, and several jailers pressed him viciously.

As soon as Zong Fu entered the water prison, he saw Han Yu take out an ancient book, and a pockmarked face showed a mouthful of white teeth and said, "Find a stool for him to sit first." ”

Zong Fu's eyes couldn't help but sweep over, and when he saw the words written on the book, he suddenly felt a little short of breath.

"Forget it, don't look for a stool, tie him to a pillar. The trace of panic in Zong Fu's eyes was captured by Han Yu and said unceremoniously.

Several jailers tied Zongfu Wuhuanda to the pillar, only to hear that Zongfu pleading: "Lord Han spares his life..."

Before he could continue to plead, a jailer took out a rag and stuffed it in his mouth, no matter how Zong Fu shouted, he could only make a "whine" sound from his mouth.

"Don't worry, as long as I check that there are no mistakes, I will naturally let you go!" Han Yu said and ignored it, and began to refer to it.

As long as Han Yu found that something was wrong, he took out a brush to mark, and even didn't go to eat that afternoon, but just asked the jailer to send the wine and food down.

He was busy until the oil lamp was lit, Han Yu checked it, stood up and stretched his waist and said, "Very good, there are nine mistakes in total!

After speaking, he didn't look at the desperate gaze in Zong Fu's eyes, walked out of the dungeon, and went to Ouyang Cheng to drink.

Ouyang Cheng learned that he would bring it here for a few more days, and he promised that there was wine, meat, and women here, and he wanted to stay here for a year.

Han Yu's cultivation and kung fu did not fall behind for a day, and when he had nothing to do, he went to comprehend the three classics left by Yun Jianbai, and carefully comprehended the mysteries in them.

Han Yu was not in a hurry, he had already sent the news of the killing of the group to Jian'an City, and the messengers relied on foot strength, and it would take several months to come and go.

In his eyes, this Zongfu is a treasure that moves, and Han Yu wants to squeeze out his oil before sending him to the mine!

As he said, this cultivation is useless, but this experience is thrown away, he has been crawling and rolling for decades, but he is much stronger than Han Yu, a fledgling little monk.

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye, Han Yu went to the prison and saw Zong Fu, who was being tortured, and took away the rags in his mouth, Zong Fu immediately begged for mercy: "Lord Han, I don't dare anymore!"

This group of jailers executes the order very thoroughly, as long as he can speak, write, and save his life, how can he be so ruthless, Zong Fu was tortured and lost half of his life.

"Don't dare?" The small eyes on Han Yu Mazi's face showed a hint of viciousness, "If I follow the cultivation you gave, I'm afraid that my mana will already be disordered, and the avenue will be hopeless!"

"Lord Han, I swear I won't dare again!" Zong Fu pleaded bitterly at Han Yu with a handful of snot and tears.

At this time, how could he have the arrogance of an immortal cultivator?

Seeing that it was almost over, Han Yu took out a few pages from his arms and put them on the table, and said to him: "This is my last chance for you, write down the effects of these pills, I hope you can cherish this opportunity." ”

Zong Fu nodded again and again in fright, Han Yu's face was relaxed, and he took out the silver ticket with a smile and put it on the table: "Find him a doctor, arrange some wine and food, let him sleep in the firewood room, and he may have to trouble the brothers in a few days!"

"Thank you, Lord Han!" Several jailers laughed happily at Zong Fu: "If this guy is not honest, Xiao naturally greets him!"

Han Yu talked to the jailer a few more words and left the dungeon with a smile.

In the past few days, his cultivation spiritual power has grown slowly, but he has not yet touched the threshold of the third layer, Han Yu is a little anxious, and eats a small Yuan Dan every three days.

But this Xiao Yuan Dan will be gone if he eats it, and Han Yu will have heartache for a long time if he doesn't take one, but in order to increase his mana, he can only act like this.

On the fourth day, Han Yu went down to the dungeon again, still with the same smiling expression, but Zong Fu felt a chill in his heart when he saw it.

took the paper written by Zong Fu and put him in prison as usual, but Zong Fu's eyes were not panicked at this time, but Han Yu still took it out for comparison as usual.

"Lord Han, if I write half a lie, you can take my head!" Zong Fu said confidently.

Han Yu glanced at him, took an hour to compare the two pages, and said with a smile: "Sect Daoyou, you did a good job this time. ”

"Wang Tou, you go to Chunxiang Restaurant and order a few good dishes and send them over!" Han Yu greeted with a smile and added: "Two more jars of good wine." ”

As soon as Zong Fu heard that there was wine and meat, he hurriedly said: "Lord Han, the last mantra was a mistake in my memory, and I didn't intend to harm my lord!"

Han Yu put the two pages away and said lightly: "Sect Daoyou's memory is really magical, why are those nine places the key?"

"But I don't want to deal with you right now. Han Yu's words made Zong Fu's heart fall, and then his heart pounded again.

"Sect Friend, I will bring some things for you to write every day, if everything is right, then I will provide you with wine and meat, new clothes every day, and if you behave well, I will add a few quilts to you, but if there is a mistake in the hair, then you will go to the water prison for a month!"

When Han Yu said about the water prison, Zong Fu couldn't help but shiver, his calves were trembling slightly, obviously frightened.

"Lord Han, don't worry, I won't be doing that stupid thing!" Zong Fu reassured again and again.

After a while, four exquisite side dishes and a jar of good wine were sent over, Han Yu patted Zong Fu's shoulder, turned around and left without saying anything.

When he went out of the prison door and ran into a jailer, Han Yu gave him a look, and the jailer quickly dropped his work and followed.

"Lord Han, do you have something to call me?" the jailer said respectfully.

Han Yu didn't talk nonsense, and took out a silver ticket of five hundred taels from his arms, and the jailer's eyes immediately lit up when he saw the bright red number.

Han Yu directly handed the silver ticket to the jailer, put his hand behind his back and said: "Find a reliable person, torture me for a few days and throw me in that person's prison, and after taking the trust of that guy, report everything to me!"

"I don't care how much you take for these five hundred taels, but the person I want is absolutely reliable, if something goes wrong..."

"If something goes wrong, the adults will come and take the life of the villain!" the jailer assured.

Han Yu got a satisfactory answer, and he didn't care how the jailer did it, he just wanted the result, not the process.

Zong Fu devoured it, ate four dishes and a bowl of rice, even licked the oil on the plate, drank half of the wine, and left the rest for the evening.

Zong Fu felt a little ashamed, his dignified Qi Refining Great Perfection monk actually fell into this step, and he actually nodded to the second-layer little monk who could be pinched to death easily.

But it's useless to play tricks now, this little guy is not high in cultivation but cunning like a fox. He knew that the things that Han Yu gave him were to seek answers, but he didn't dare to do anything about it.

When he returned to the cell, it didn't take long for Han Yu to send a few pieces of paper, and Zong Fu also wrote honestly, and there was a painful wail from the water prison not far away in the evening.

"I don't know where the unlucky ghost came from!" Zong Fu felt extremely pleasant when he heard this scream, and someone was unlucky, and he was in a very good mood.

The screams rang out for three days, and one person was thrown in, and several jailers left laughing.

"Water... "Thrown in was a thin young man, naked with numerous whips, barely visible of any intact skin, a jet black chest, apparently burned with a soldering iron, nails on his hands and feet had been pulled out, flesh and scraps of bamboo sticks.

Seeing that he was pitiful, Zong Fu picked up a wine jar and walked over, he can now eat two meals a day, and some small requests will be agreed to by the jailer, such as some water.

Zong Fu took the wine jar in his hand and poured it down on his face, and the young man greedily licked the water droplets rolling down his face, and said hoarsely: "Thank you.."

Zong Fu gave him some water, didn't care about him, and went to sleep by himself, and the young man didn't say a word, and spent a peaceful night in prison.

Early the next morning, the jailer brought a doctor to bandage the young man's wounds, and before leaving, he kicked him and said, "Flying monkey, don't forget what you promised!"

After speaking, he casually threw away two dry steamed buns, locked the cell door and left, and Zong Fu, who had some leisure, asked, "What did you kid do?"

"Stealing..."The young man picked up the dry steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth, and asked Zongfu, "Is there any water?"

Zong Fu pointed to the wine jar in the corner, the man climbed over, took a sip of water, swallowed a mouthful of dry steamed buns, and stuffed them into his mouth after a while.

After another half an hour, a servant came to the dungeon with a food box, and a catcher quickly unchained and shouted, "Come here quickly!"

"It's coming, it's coming!" Zong Fu hurriedly stood up and walked out, these days he can eat big meat buns, drink piping hot rice porridge, and eat some small pickles every morning.

After eating the buns, he returned to the cell, and a catcher quickly handed over a stack of papers to Zongfu, and then said that he would come to pick it up in the evening and disappeared.

Zong Fu took these pieces of paper and answered these questions one by one, he didn't dare to play so careful now, and he didn't dare to write a word wrong.

"Hmph!" said the flying monkey lying on the hay disdainfully, "another soft bone!"

If Zong Fu was a cultivator of the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, he would casually slap him to death when he encountered such a disrespectful mortal, but now that he has no mana, his mentality has calmed down a lot.

"Are your bones very hard?" Zong Fu said disdainfully, "You have the ability, go to that water prison and be tortured for ten days!"

"Ten days?" the flying monkey sneered, took a straw in his mouth and said, "The torture of this water prison can be regarded as a hero if it can last for three days, and no one can survive ten days!"

Zong Fu smiled, didn't argue with him, and wrote down all the questions before he had the interest to speak: "I can survive in that water prison for a month, unlike you, who confessed in only three days." ”

"Bragging!" the Flying Monkey mocked, changing to a lying position and saying no more.

At this time, Zong Fu became angry, sat next to the flying monkey and said: "I see that you have also eaten a leather whip and a soldering iron, this chili water, riding a donkey, and the torture of ten thousand ants?"

"Have you tasted it?" the Monkey asked disdainfully.

Zong Fu didn't argue much, untied his clothes, revealing dense scars, and the flying monkey was suppressed!

"See, these black spots are left by the ten thousand ants, I have been under this torture for three days, and I have not said a word!"

Zong Fu told the truth, he wanted to confess, but unfortunately he stuffed a rag in his mouth, and he couldn't explain if he wanted to, so he held on for three days.

The Flying Monkey gasped, looked at the wound carefully, and showed a look of admiration on his face: "Senior, I don't know which master of the Dao you are?"