Originally, Zhang Sanda was very afraid of pain, and every time Wu Liang stretched out his hand, he was afraid, so he didn't practice kung fu very well, and he didn't hurt his muscles and bones very well.

However, after the beating just now, Zhang San felt that the pain was not so terrible.

Although it is wrong for him to steal things, but the rivers and lakes have their own morality, and they are also sectarians, what should I do if I miss it, and I fight to the death like this, Zhang San has hatred in his heart.

As soon as he heard that Zhang San dared to talk back and scold people, Lin Er's shopkeeper was powerful, and he personally came over and kicked Zhang San over, and then several people came up to beat him.

"Don't kill him, the big shopkeeper said it's useful to keep him. In a daze, I heard someone say.

Soon, Zhang San fainted, and when he woke up, he was in a black prison again.

Under the meadow, there is no good place on the body, the skin and flesh are rolling, purple and blue indigo, and I haven't tasted the sweetness of being a thief, I have tasted the bitterness first, and I look forward to the result after leaving the teacher every day.

Thinking back to the days under Wu Liang's wings, it was really heaven, Zhang Sanshuang's eyes were swollen into a slit, and he could only squint at the dark roof of the cell, but he kept looking at it, as if Yunmeng Mountain was painted on it.

There was no medicine, and after more than ten days of recuperation of coarse tea and fresh water, Zhang San miraculously got better.

This cell is also a dungeon, I can feel the dampness, the guards don't know the situation, he is alone in the black iron door, and someone comes to deliver food every day.

However, I feel that the guards should not be too strict, because no one usually asks about any movement in the cell, and only someone comes at three mealtimes.

When his body was well, Zhang San immediately began to think about getting out of trouble, although there was nothing on his body except clothes and chains, but the magic weapon in his mind had not been used, so he was naturally unwilling to sit here and wait for death.

One plan was to kill the man who delivered the food when he came, get the key to him, break out the door, grab a horse, and flee with the power of the wind.

However, this is also a bit risky, that is, there is no uncertainty about the situation outside the dungeon, if there are several masters guarding outside, then the escape plan will be completely ruined, and there is a great possibility of being beaten.

The second plan is to shoot through the iron gate fence with a throwing knife at night, such a danger is that the sound of the flying knife cutting iron will sound very loud at night, if someone finds out that it is not right.

His escape had to work once, so Zhang San had to weigh it repeatedly.

Looking at the expressionless food delivery guard during the day, Zhang San still couldn't bear to do it after all, and the guard didn't beat him, if he killed someone, it would really hurt Tianhe, and his flying knife didn't have the ability to knock people out.

Time passed little by little, and although there was no light of day in the dungeon, Zhang San could deduce the approximate time from the time when the guards delivered the food and left.

After boiling until about the end of the day, Zhang San sacrificed the flying knife, cut it one by one, and listened to the movement after cutting it.

The iron rod was very thick, the process was very slow, Zhang San cut more than 30 knives, and finally cut one.

This process is very tangled, because Zhang San didn't dare to let it make too much movement, so he sent the knife half a step away from the fence, and the sound was the softest and safest at this time.

Of course, it takes time for the knife to exert its maximum strength, and by the time the iron rod is completely cut, it will already be a child's hour.

Handcuffs and shackles are not good to cut with a knife, it is good to find a wire, Zhang San carefully squeezed out from the middle of the fence, the outside is dark and swarthy, if it weren't for Zhang San's night vision, he wouldn't know where to go.

Vaguely discerning the exit, Zhang San walked up the steps step by step.

There is also an iron gate at the end of the stairs, and this iron gate is not a fence, but a solid iron plate, and the door is locked from the outside, and there is a pusher inside.

This is difficult, if the flying knife breaks through this iron door, no one outside will hear it, then it will be a ghost.

After thinking about it for a long time, Zhang San knew that he couldn't force it, so he had another plan in his heart.

Reflexively, he went back and slept in the dungeon, and woke up early the next day, got out of the fence, and stayed inside the iron door.

After about half an hour, the iron lock rattled, the door opened a crack, and a light came in, and the figure of the food delivery guard was seen.

The place where the light is not lit is dark, Zhang San sticks to the wall tightly, the guards don't check, they walk forward with their heads down, Zhang San no longer has the benevolence of a woman, and the iron chain is smashed down.

The guard fell in response, Zhang San didn't know if there was anyone outside, and he held the food box that was about to fall on his toes, but fortunately, he didn't make much movement.

The guard had the key, but he couldn't open the handcuffs and chains, Zhang San rummaged over his body, a little bit of broken silver, and there was nothing else.

Thinking about it, Zhang San dragged the fainted guard into the fence, and the broken iron bar guard key was sharpened, and after repeated temptations, he finally opened the iron chain that had been tied to his body for many days, which can be described as relaxed.

took off the guard's coat and changed with himself, Zhang San walked out with the food box.

Zhang San was very nervous at the moment when he pushed open the iron door, however, there was no one outside the door, only a muffled and sullen jingle from nowhere.

I've heard it in prison before, but it feels far away, not as real as this.

Outside the door is a long passage, closed, there seems to be a corridor at the end, Zhang San relied on the rhythm of the guards in his memory, and walked forward little by little, and the end was really a turn, after turning around, the light was bright, and it was not ordinary bright.

A large hall, hundreds of furnace bellows, hundreds of shirtless men, the sound of clanging came from here, and they were actually striking iron and casting weapons.

It is said that it is a blacksmith shop, it is simply too underestimated, there is no such a big blacksmith shop in the world, there is no doubt that this is an armory factory.

The weapons factory, which is expressly forbidden by the imperial court, who has it, it is more obvious than the rebellious intention of wearing a python robe.

Unexpectedly, the Lin family really had the intention of plotting the world, and Zhang San had to admire Lin Baosheng's courage and ambition.

"Little Lizi, what are you looking at, come here to sign and draw. A voice on the right-hand side shouted, slightly old.

Zhang San didn't dare to turn back, lowered his head and vaguely agreed, and walked to the right, there was a table over there, and a large record book was placed on the table, and there was a polished inkstone next to it, and a thick wolf was placed on it.

Behind the table, an old man with gray hair was sitting behind the table drinking tea.

On the record book, the dragon and the phoenix danced, all kinds of pen styles, Zhang San lifted the pen and looked for a suitable place for himself to sign, but he didn't see where the Li character was written for a long time, and when he was anxious, the old man suddenly kicked under the table with his foot.

"Do you know how to write? and pretend to be someone else's pen. ”

With that, the old man took out a small notebook from the drawer of the table, and threw a red mark on the table.

Zhang San opened it, it was all written and red finger prints, it seemed that he had thought too much, signed and drawn, as long as he drew a charge.

I don't know if this old man is old and dizzy, he didn't see a flaw at such a close distance, Zhang San himself was weak, and he trembled and pressed his finger print.