"The Eight Great Sects, those old immortal masters, when the time comes, I will let you all taste the power of my blood shadow!"

Nangong Qingtian shook his hands and said, "And you Situ Hongyu, I will definitely trample your so-called righteous qi alliance under my feet, and let you see who is the righteous envoy of this martial arts." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Nangong Qingtian roared at the sky, "You all wait"!

Then the purple gold bell shook in his arm, the bell rang again, and his body jumped suddenly, and the black shadow disappeared into the vast night with him, and then disappeared without a trace.

The ruined inn was now quiet again, as if nothing had happened, and fell asleep with the night, in the dark night......

Early in the morning, Bocheng.

The sun slowly rises from the valley in the east, because the valley is very high, and the morning sun drags a long tail on the valley, so that this ten thousand feet of light is blocked from the city gate, so there is no smell of warm sun.

And this cold north wind is also very fond of making fun, and it hits the city one by one, making those who get up early in the morning shrink their heads and cover their heads one by one, trembling all over, and can't stand its slightest bullying.

At the east end of this cold ancient city, there is a cell for nearly a hundred years, and in the cell, there is a young man in white and a little monk who are locked up in it at this time.

Needless to say, the young man in white is Zhuo Yifan. Zhuo Yifan curled up in the corner of the cell, his eyes closed under the sword eyebrows that flew obliquely, his thin lips pursed lightly, and he shivered from time to time. And the little monk beside him, because it was too cold, buried his head deep in the chest of the young man in white, and was sleeping soundly at this time, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

One of the walls of the cell had begun to peel off, and the other three sides were surrounded by black wooden stakes, and the small holes scattered here and there were faint cold light, which lit the dark cells.

There was a thin layer of weeds on the ground, on which some prisoners slept, and in a few moments there would be burrowing insects crawling over them, and the stench wafted through the cells, making people instantly nauseous.

I don't know how long later, a shout rang out, which woke up all the prisoners, and it turned out that the cell was eating.

The people in the cell suddenly woke up, and one by one moved from the messy weeds to the cell door, some of them very slowly, as if they were being tortured, and some of them were very fast, because they looked very hungry.

At this time, Zhuo Yifan, who was curled up in the corner, also woke up slowly, Leng Jun's face was mixed with some sleepiness, he first looked into the distance, and then he turned his eyes to his side, and saw the little monk next to him burying his head under his clothes, Leng Jun's slightly sleepy face just now, and a smile was raised at this time.

The sound leading to the outside of the cell door became louder and louder, and a few black shadows swayed among the gray stakes with the people who came in, as if they were a few drunken men.

The sound of footsteps became louder and louder, and in an instant, they appeared in front of Zhuo Yifan's cell. It turned out to be two jailers, one holding a bowl in front and the other in the back, and they were distributing food to the left and right.

When he came to the door of Zhuo Yifan's cell, the jailer holding the bowl first looked at the people inside, as if he was counting the people inside, but quickly put down the two bowls, and then walked forward. There were only two people in the cell, Zhuo Yifan and the little monk, so it was easy to count, and the jailer with the bowl didn't spend much time here.

Then there was the jailer with the barrel, who placed the barrel in front of the door, scooped it with an iron scoop, and then poured it down at the bowl in front of the door. Due to the relatively large height of the dumping, the white porridge water splashed around the bowl, and when he saw the little monk next to Zhuo Yifan, the jailer who distributed the white porridge had a slight pinch of his mouth, poured the scoop of white porridge that had been filled just now into the wooden barrel, and then tilted his head away. Looking at the bowl of porridge that was poured out just now, it was obviously half less than the first bowl, although the first bowl still splashed a lot.

Zhuo Yifan looked at everything in front of him and didn't squeak, he slowly straightened his waist and pulled out his right hand from the corner of the wall, because it had been in the corner for too long.

Zhuo Yifan's arm was obviously numb, he raised it slightly, and then shook it left and right twice in the air, and found that it was a little better, so he shook it a few more times until the numbness gradually disappeared. The little monk next to Zhuo Yifan was still asleep at this time, looking at the dilapidated cell and his thin body, Zhuo Yifan was a little inexplicably sad at this time.

He shook the little monk and shouted softly, "Hey, it's time for the little master to get up, we can eat." ”

The little monk suddenly woke up at this time, and lifted the head buried in Zhuo Yifan's clothes, the little head was very white and bright, and a fleshy and pink little face, people couldn't help but pinch it when they saw it, and those bright and wise little eyes seemed to be able to see everything in the dust.

He stretched out a pair of small soft hands and rubbed his eyes, then slowly stood up from the weeds. Zhuo Yifan saw the little monk standing up, and then slowly stood up, walked to the door of the cell with loose steps, and then squatted down. Seeing that the rice in front of him was just a thin gruel, and if he looked closely, there were only five or six grains of rice, Zhuo Yifan stretched out his right hand, shook the edge of the bowl on the ground, and said depressedly: "No, just these few grains of rice, this is also called porridge!"

After hearing this, the little monk also slowly stepped forward, saw the two bowls of porridge on the ground, picked up the least of them, and then picked it up, returned to the position he had just walked from, sat down and drank it slowly.

Zhuo Yifan, who saw this scene, turned to look at him in surprise, and then said puzzledly: "Little Master, can you drink this porridge?

"Donor, some of the drinks in this cell are good, I advise you to drink them anyway. The little monk drank the porridge and persuaded him.

When Zhuo Yifan heard the little monk's words, he dilated his pupils in surprise, and he originally kindly persuaded the little monk not to drink, but he didn't expect to be persuaded by the little monk, but the childish tone was obviously incompatible with the content of what was said, and it could be seen that although the little monk was young, he understood a lot.

Zhuo Yifan shook his head helplessly, and said to himself: "I'm a seven-foot man, can this little grain of rice fill my stomach?"

"Someone, someone, what kind of meal is this, get me some more!"

The two jailers who were in charge of distributing food just now came out of it after distributing food. Seeing Zhuo Yifan yelling, he shouted impatiently: "What to shout, what to shout, what to shout, what is there to shout!"

Zhuo Yifan put his head against the cell door and said, "What kind of rice is this, can you eat it?" ”

The jailer carrying the barrel looked at Zhuo Yifan, and then said with a smile: "You regard this as your home, treat us as your servants, you can change it if you want!