Chapter 3: Huangshi Mountain People

Even if the bones of the royal family members are not very prominent in the previous generations, with the long development of the royal family, the bloodline will be greatly improved, and it is normal for several children with amazing bones to appear in the middle and late dynasties.

In addition to inheriting his father's excellent bloodline, Wu Wei also inherited his mother's talent in practice.

Three days of practicing boxing, Wu Wei felt the pure yang blood qi recorded in Nanshan Shouzong Fist; ten days of practicing boxing, Wu Wei obviously felt the magnificentness of pure yang blood in his body; after one month of practicing boxing, his whole body was washed by pure yang blood qi, and then Wu Wei touched the threshold of martial arts practice...

"Ha...ha..." A low roar came from his throat, and a punch appeared to reveal a fierce charm of dragons and tigers. However, Wu Fu is still weak and pitiful in the eyes of martial arts masters, but no matter what, as long as there is progress, it is good. Even a little progress is also a hope for Wu Fu today.

"This month, the little af has made progress! It's enough to deal with three or four ordinary people with your current strength, but you can press one finger to death in the face of real practitioners. Looking at Wu Ao's progress in the past month, Ji Lao couldn't help admiring Wu Ao's talent.

Even if Wu Fu can draw enough heaven and earth energy from it for cultivation due to the collapse of the soul, it is not easy to touch the threshold of martial arts in just one month.

"Indeed! What's the use of dealing with three or four ordinary people? Those Sakyamuni are not masters. It is indeed commendable for a teenager who has not been deeply involved in the world to achieve such remarkable results in the past month, but Wu can't help but feel cold when Ji Lao said it. You can achieve such remarkable success by practicing by yourself for a month. How powerful it will be for those monks who have practiced for ten years, a Jiazi, or even a hundred years of deep cultivation.

"Little scamy, you should know that the dragon swims in the sea and Peng into the sky. This is just a sewage ditch. You are Peng. Naturally, you won't be trapped here all your life, but if you are not, haha..." Seeing that Wu Fu not only did not respond to his words, but also fell into memories and thoughts. Ji Lao felt bored and flirted with the straw around him and turned his head and fell asleep. Wu Wei was left alone in the dark light.

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"Dingling..." The sound of the iron chain rang from the end of the aisle, accompanied by the barking of the jailer.

"TMD, what are you dragging? Do you really think you are a fairy? Let's have a wind! Nonsense all day long. There are many people who died unjustly in this prison. Do you want to catch ghosts? See, the name of this number is Liu Banxian, and I'm a half-immortal! It's still nestled in this dark prison. Let me in." Following the jailer's rough words, a man with scattered hair and a sloppy body pushed into the cell by the jailer.

Judging from the vain footsteps of people, this person has suffered a lot in the hands of the jailer. The black blood stains on the buttocks made the public prisoner. Recalling the 100-killing sticks I ate when I was in prison, every time I think about it, this buttocks still hurts a little.

"You, be good to me in the future, or what else will you suffer? There is no room in Tianzihao recently. Why don't you stay here for a few days? The jailer of the official camp walked in front of Wu Ao's number and took out the key to untie the chain tied to the door rail. Needless to say, Wu Ao's number was a newcomer.

"Son, don't be happy. The single room of this day's size is a bunch of old people except you, old monsters. If this guy lives in for a few days, he will have to go crazy. First, let him be in your nest for two days, and then let him go after a hole." The official camp dares to be cruel to the newcomers. One is nothing * and commits a serious crime at the same time, and the other is the prestige of killing the visitors. After all, those who can enter this prison are some cruel characters, which can't be suppressed. On the other hand, the jailers of the official camp did not dare to push too hard for the old people in the prison. After all, none of them in this prison were young stubbles.

"Zhao official camp, look at what you said. It's my blessing to let the new brother live here. I will definitely let him know the rules of our nickname and never give him a chance to cause trouble." Wu Fu is not used to see these jailers who bully the weak and fear the hard, but the king of hell is easy to see, and the little ghosts are difficult to deal with. In this cloudy prison, these jailers are small ghosts. Wu Fu, who doesn't want to make trouble, naturally wants to say a few good words.

"You're welcome. It's cold this day. This flower carving prince took it to warm up. It's also a troublesome thing to have one more person in this account!" Wu Wei said that they are all the children of today's saints. No matter how bad it is, it is the blood of the royal family. Besides, he may turn over. Therefore, under normal circumstances, the official camp will not embarrass him. Seeing that the jailer placed the prisoner's bed beside him, Zhao Guanying immediately took out a small altar of flower carving from his sleeves and stuffed it to Wu.

"Thank you, Mr. Officer, put it here first. I promise he won't have a chance to cause trouble!" Wu Wei swunted when he took over the small altar of flower carving and gave up his position for the jailer carrying the man behind him.

"Let's rest assured when you put it in the prince's place. You guys should be sharp, and the prince still needs to rest." The pattern of the Tian prison single room is basically the same. A bed, a wooden table, a pile of weeds, and it is also such a simple environment. It is not a big deal to freeze several people all year round. It is impossible for a man to sleep in **, and a bundle of weeds is even a new bed.

"It's this day. What other prisoners can't wait until next year for retrial? How can they be tired?" Holding the gate where the jailer packed up his things, Wu couldn't help but beat Zhao Guanying. After all, it didn't sound pleasant for a half-dead stranger to sleep beside him, not to mention that Wu Wei had just experienced an assassination a month ago, and Wu couldn't help but be careless.

"You don't know that there is a 'Huangshi Mountain' 300 miles east of Jincheng. There have been rumors of immortals in Huangshi Mountain since ancient times. This year, the news came from Yin in Huangshi Prefecture that there were thousands of acres of lotus ponds in the anti-season in Huangshi Mountain. Isn't it strange that there are lotus flowers only in summer in this snowy winter? Most of the adults in the court said that it was auspicious, and a few adults said that it was a monster, but anyway, Your Majesty attached great importance to this matter. At this time, a Taoist priest of Huangshi Mountain came out of the capital. His ability to watch feng shui was blown by. While everyone called the scene in Huangshi Mountain a holy scene, the Huangshi Mountain man said that it was evil and said that the old demon in Huangshi Mountain came out to make a crime. You said that this was not a fan. Your Majesty's face? Later, we heard that this man broke into the imperial city and was finally put down. We are not very clear about the specifics. Although these jailers are fierce all day long, the things in their bones are abnormal**.

"I don't know the reason why this person broke into the palace?" Looking at the blood-stained Huangshi Mountain man, Wu looked at him as if he didn't look like a confused person, so he couldn't help frowning.

"Then who knows, look at those who are accused of rebellion and how many real rebels. That's not the means of the court." The official camp is also a small official, and the meaning of those in power can still be speculated. In fact, everyone understands this kind of thing, but no one has made it clear.

"Zhao Guanying, it's all done!" After putting the Huangshishan people away and seeing that Zhao Guanying was chatting with Wu Wei, a group of jailers had to wait for Zhao Guanying to finish speaking before they could insert in.

"Since several brothers have finished it, I won't disturb the time of the official camp?" Hearing the jailer's door speak, Wu said angrily.

"No, no, no, since it's over, I won't leave any more." Looking at the Huangshishan people lying in the horn, Zhao Guanying locked the chain while talking about Wu's angry words.

"Oh, you're right. Look at being beaten like this, my parents don't know how to hurt." Seeing that the jailer was about to leave, Wu turned around and went down the stone ladder, took the tile pot cloth brocade and walked to the person of Huangshi Mountain who lay down and fainted, and lifted his hair to wipe the Huangshi Mountain people.

After all, they are all fallen people. How could Wu Ao have the heart to watch Huangshi Mountain people lying there alone? However, he didn't know that Wu Ao's behavior today saved Wu Ao's life half a year later.