In the Janissary Mansion of the capital, a man with long hair is flipping through the archives in the archives. The Janissaries of the capital have supreme power everywhere, and they can ignore anyone but the lord of the kingdom. Such an organization may be a threat to everyone, but at the same time it is the strongest backing for the state.

The archives of the Janissaries of the capital are larger than those of any other place or organization, because all the documents are backed up here, from the state's plans to build a large number of buildings, and down to the local thieves who are imprisoned in the prisons of various places.

The man wore a bronze medal unique to the capital's guards hanging from his waist, and two brown flying dragons were connected end to end in a ring, and the word "forbidden" in the middle was full of shocking power. The man held a candle in his left hand, and his right hand kept flipping through the files on the shelf, when suddenly the candlelight shook slightly, and the man's right hand stayed on a resume.

The portrait in the resume shows a short-haired woman in her early twenties, with a tattoo of a sycamore leaf on her neck, and the man's eyes quickly fall on the woman's name, Sycamore.

The dungeons of the capital are connected to the Praetorian Guard and the capital barracks, and the cells hundreds of zhang underground are dim and damp, and each prisoner here is alone in a cell, and the way of detention is also different, some are tied with their hands and hanged, some are chained in iron armor, only their heads are exposed, and some are even directly pressed against the stake by steel nails, but at the same time, some are only tied to one foot, and their bodies are still free. Sycamore is the most comfortable prisoner of this kind.

Three years ago, Wutong and his partner assassinated a high-ranking member of the state, and it took two months for the capital guards to break three members before they captured Wutong and his partner. It's been three years, and Wutong has no concept of time in the dungeon, and he doesn't know if his partner is dead or alive.

The jailer delivered food to these special prisoners once a week as usual, and Wutong also took the food as usual, glanced at the only living person he could see in the past three years, and said with a smile: "Little brother, is there any extra food this time?"

The jailer didn't answer, and just closed the small window where the food was delivered. Wutong shook his head helplessly, and said to himself: "I don't know how long I've been here, if I continue like this, I may lose my language function." ”

Sycamore eats the rice in one gulp and is about to go to the bed for a while, provided that the bluestone slab can also be called a bed. Wutong stared at the dinner plate in a daze, suddenly felt something strange, suddenly picked up the wooden plate and broke it in half, and a letter fell out.

Early the next morning, Sycamore came out of the dungeon. For the first time in three years, I breathed the air outside my tract, I saw the sun for the first time, and I felt the fragrance of birds and flowers for the first time. Taking a deep breath, Wutong moved his hands and feet, and said to himself, "Everything outside hasn't changed!

Wutong, who was wearing a prison uniform, saw a rich boy on the street corner and followed. When Sycamore came out of the next street corner, he had already changed his clothes.

In the tavern, Wutong drank wine and ate beef. After a full meal, Wutong shouted, "Little Er, settle the bill!"

The shopkeeper ran over, and Wutong paid for the meal with the money he had just grabbed, and asked, "Little Er, let me ask you, how far is it from here to the ancient city?"

Xiao Er was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Then it depends on how you go, if you leave, I'm afraid it will take a month or two." ”

Wutong smiled and said, "Okay, I know!" After speaking, he turned around and walked out of the tavern.

Besides, Ren Xiao, since he killed Liu Changjin, he has been practicing the Miao black knife even harder. On this day, Ren Xiao was cultivating in the woods again.

Suddenly, the leaves behind him trembled, and Ren Xiao, who was meditating, shook his hand and flew the black knife over, this time the blade was not covered with blood mist, and there was a black iron chain connected to the handle of the knife, which was the one left by Hua Yiming.

"Phew!"

The black knife was bounced off, Ren Xiao pulled the chain with one hand, and the black knife returned to his hand, and the chain was also wrapped around his arm.

"Who?"

Feng Shang jumped out of the leaves, slashed at Ren Xiao with a thunderbolt, and scolded with a smile in his mouth: "You bastard, you dare to knife me, see if I don't knock out your front teeth with a stick!"

Ren Xiao was overjoyed when he saw that it was Feng Shang, but when he saw that the other party raised a stick to slash his head and cover his face, he hurriedly raised his knife to block.

"Hehe, I said Feng San, you are not my opponent!" Ren Xiao smiled at Feng Shang with a thunder stick. The corners of Feng Shang's mouth were raised, revealing a wicked smile, his right hand turned slightly at the end of the thunder stick, and the thunder stick turned into a three-section stick, Feng Shang held the front section of the black knife in his left hand and continued to press down on Ren Xiao, and his right hand grabbed the end and knocked it on Ren Xiao's stomach.

Ren Xiao was also unambiguous, the original two hands grabbed the handle of the knife, withdrew his left hand, his right hand supported Feng Shang with one hand, and his left hand grabbed Feng Shang's right wrist. This time, the corners of Ren Xiao's mouth rose, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and the Miao black knife in his right hand suddenly overflowed with blood mist, and flicked away Feng Shang's thunder stick.

Feng Shang half-squatted on the ground and said, "It seems that you are now more proficient in the use of the black knife." ”

Ren Xiao also withdrew his sharp eyes and said with a smile: "Each other!"

Feng Shang stood up, danced a circle of three-knotted sticks, and said, "Ready to try my new moves!"

Ren Xiao also opened his posture and said, "I'm just looking for an opponent!"

Before the words fell, I heard a shout from the side, "Easy Sword Technique!"

The white phoenix sword in Mu Ziyi's hand went straight to Feng Shang's throat. Feng Shang saw that the other party was wearing the clothes of the catcher, and hurriedly said, "You are new here?"

The sword in Mu Ziyi's hand did not stop, and he said: "It doesn't matter if you are new or not, the important thing is that you will be defeated by my sword." ”

Feng Shang saw that the other party had no intention of stopping, and hurriedly changed the three-section stick to a Qi Mei stick to block. Ren Xiao snickered on the side and said, "These two guys must be interesting when they collide together." ”

Seeing this, Feng Shang shook his head helplessly, and said to Mu Ziyi: "Haha, master, I'm here to take the lives of you who catch fast." ”

Mu Ziyi's swordsmanship is elegant, and his body is flexible. Different from Zhong Liyan's swordsmanship, if Zhong Liyan used the sword itself to the extreme, then Mu Ziyi fused himself and the sword into one. The moves of the swordsmanship are also the same as its name, smart and chic. At this time, Mu Ziyi was like a dancing phoenix.

But Feng Shang is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and the thunder stick is like a flexible toy in his hand, which can be transformed into anything in an instant. The competition between the two has also become quite funny, one is like a noble swan, dancing his own posture. The other is like a monkey in the mountains and forests, jumping around.

The two clanged and dismantled each other for dozens of moves, Ren Xiao was afraid that the two would accidentally hurt each other, so he hurriedly shouted: "Two, stop, they are all their own people." ”

Mu Ziyi was stunned for a moment, then jumped out of the circle and looked at Ren Xiao: "Your own people?"

Feng Shang saw that Mu Ziyi was distracted, and hurriedly seized the opportunity to step forward and put the stick on his forehead, and said, "Hey, brother, you lost!"

Mu Ziyi reacted at this time, hurriedly retreated back, and defended: "No, no, you two together calculate me, I don't accept it!"

Ren Xiao stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Hahaha, don't worry, don't worry, there will be time to learn in the future." ”

Feng Shang said: "Yes, I haven't seen you for so long, of course I have to go and drink two glasses first!"

When Mu Ziyi heard that there was wine to drink, he hurriedly said: "Hey, hey, you calculated my business just now, and you must compensate me for a drink!"

Ren Xiao smiled and said, "Okay, call Brother Ma and the bean sprouts as well." ”

Ancient city, Dream Tower.

"Come, let's clean up for Feng San, everyone's done!" Marlon proposed, raising the wine glass in his hand. At that moment, everyone raised their glasses at the same time, talking and laughing.

Old friends are inevitably extended and shortened when they see each other, and their faces are full of smiles, and everyone's hearts are happy. After three rounds of drinking, Ma Long looked at Mu Ziyi, who was drinking like drinking water, and said: "I said you kid, didn't you say that you and your master cook vegetables in white water on weekdays? Why are you drinking so much, did you lie to us, pretend to be pitiful to us, so that we can take you in!"

Mu Ziyi smiled: "Brother Ma, you're not right, why Master and I don't have money to eat, it's because we bought all the money for wine." You can skip the rice, but you can't skip the wine!"

Ren Xiao also smiled: "No wonder you have to go out with us every day, tell me honestly, did you go drinking?"

Mu Ziyi smiled and acquiesced. The crowd burst into laughter.

Feng Shang said: "It's refreshing enough, Mu Ziyi, I appreciate you, and I'll be counted as one of you when you drink in the future." They don't drink, let's both drink. ”

Mu Ziyi picked up the wine bowl and said: "There is a way to drink wine when you are a confidant, and you can sing poetry to people! Feng Shang, I was defeated by you today, and I also recognize it, it is a great honor to know you!"

Feng Shang was held up by the other party, and said: "As the saying goes, acquaintances are all over the world, how many people can you know?" In the future, if I Feng Shang has a bowl of wine, there will be half a bowl of your Mu Ziyi!"

Everyone was bright, pushing the cup to change the lamp, and before they knew it, the third watch had passed.

Early the next morning, Feng Shang went back to his home, looking at his father who was getting older, Feng Shang knelt down in front of Feng Xiangtian and said: "Father, child, I finally understand your pain over the years, you have lived with a sentence for most of your life, and you are sincerely afraid all day long, and now you are finally relieved, and the child swears that from now on, you will be the same person as your father, and there will be no complaints!"

A drop of crystal tears fell from Feng Xiangtian's wrinkled face, and Mrs. Yin also wiped her eyes on the side. Feng Xiang Tiandao: "Shang'er, you have finally grown up!"

Mrs. Yin hurriedly stepped forward to help Feng Shang and said, "Eh, look at you two fathers, our family hasn't seen each other for a long time, why do you shed tears when we meet, you should be happy!"

Feng Shang stood up and looked at his mother and said, "Mother is right, then should we also take Xuan'er back, I haven't seen her for a long time! ”

Mrs. Yin smiled: "Do you still need to say this? Look at the door." ”

When Feng Shang heard this, he looked at the door, only to see Liu Xuan, wearing a blue-green robe, and grimacing at the door of the platform. Feng Shang ran over and picked her up and turned around and said, "You little girl, you've grown up too!"

Liu Xuan tilted his head and said, "Hmph, don't say that I'm playing with you now, even if you want to play with me, I don't want to play with you." ”

Feng Shang asked curiously, "Why? Then who are you playing with?"

"Of course it's Miss Ben and me!" a familiar voice came into Feng Shang's ears.