After visiting the imperial city at night and learning that Wushengjiao also had the surname Ye, Liang Sheng once again went into hibernation to calm down the slightly restless heart of Xiantianhou.
However, the rebellion in the Heian Prince's Palace in Kyoto is still going on. Every day, people are dragged to the food market for questioning, and new prisoners are taken into custody in the Tianlao every moment.
After all, every time a dynasty rebellion occurs, countless people will be implicated. Liang Sheng didn't care about this until he accidentally saw one of the prisoners.
He had gray hair, his shoulder collarbones were penetrated by fine steel, and there was an iron awl pierced into his tailbone. You can imagine how wary everyone in the court was about this.
Xia Zhiqiu!?
Liang Sheng couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the old man. Long-lasting memories came over him. He didn't expect that Xia Zhiqiu was not dead yet, but Xia Zhiqiu was still in the ninth level of the day after tomorrow.
The bottleneck of martial arts is so difficult. How many geniuses of martial arts step outside the bottleneck and cannot make any progress. After all, there are only a few people who achieve innate talent in the world.
Although Xia Zhiqiu was in a sorry state at the moment, with his white clothes stained with blood, his expression was calm, as if he had accepted the outcome calmly and was ready to die generously.
But behind him were dozens of people crying and crying. Several men looked exactly like Xia Zhiqiu back in the day, and they were probably his children and grandchildren.
However, Liang Sheng was not much touched. After all, Xia Zhiqiu was a direct descendant of Prince Ping'an's family, so it was not unexpected that he would end up like this. However, at this moment, a figure of a person could not help but appear in Liang Sheng's mind.
If the opponent breaks through to the ninth level of the day after tomorrow, he may not survive until now. Thinking of this, Liang Sheng closed the shop early this time, and Lao Zhang even thought something had happened to him.
Later, Liang Shengguan went to the teahouse in the east of the city and secretly concentrated his attention. Most of the rebellious prisoners escorted to and from there passed through this place, and then they were escorted to Tianlao, Jingzhao Mansion and Dali Temple.
Maybe the Sky Prison was rarely so busy, with prisoners being escorted one after another. Liang Sheng's pupils couldn't help but shrink when the sun was blazing and the heat was unbearable.
In fact, he just came here to try his luck. He didn't expect that Zheng Wanchun was really not dead, and he also broke through the ninth level of the acquired world. It's a pity that his current situation is no different from Xia Zhiqiu.
Liang Sheng was not impulsive, but watched Zheng Wanchun and his family being escorted away. As expected, masters like Zheng Wanchun were imprisoned in the sky prison.
This made Liang Sheng feel a little embarrassed. He tapped his fingers on the table. He had no intention of rescuing Zheng Wanchun. If he did it at this juncture, he was afraid that there would be endless troubles in the future.
After weighing the pros and cons, Liang Sheng couldn't help but smile bitterly. He really still couldn't let go of his old friendship. Zheng Wanchun was a pure friend to him in Jinzhou City, and there was no interest mixed in his friendship. After all, he was a "waste" at that time.
After all, people have their own bottom line. After thinking about it, Liang Sheng made up his mind and decided to take a look at the situation in the prison first. If his safety was guaranteed, he would then see if he could fulfill some of Zheng Wanchun's "reasonable last wishes" before his death.
In the next few days, Liang Sheng thoroughly figured out the situation in Tianlao. It may be that Emperor Yan Jing was busy arranging his funeral affairs, and the rebellion could not cause trouble. There were only a few ninth-level masters in Tianlao, so Liang Sheng sneaked in, but
Will anyone be able to find out.
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night.
Heavenly prison.
Lao Zhou, known as the Old Demon of Blood Prison, spent a long time with the B-level martial arts master today, and when he came out, he still had a smile on his face.
But he was a little angry in his heart. These rebellious kings of Ping An were not afraid of death, and none of them were willing to show their unique skills.
Lao Zhou was obsessed with martial arts, because his family was able to pass on Tianlao Prison Head from generation to generation because each generation was successful in martial arts.
This was the foresight of the ancestors of the Zhou family. Every time a martial arts person was imprisoned, he would try his best to get the opponent's secret knowledge.
In this way, as long as the descendants of the Zhou family have martial arts talent, they can try it out in their childhood and choose the most suitable exercises for them.
Logically speaking, the Zhou family has collected a lot of secret knowledge privately, but who would dislike the fact that they have so many secret knowledge?
At this time, Lao Zhou had just finished torturing Xia Zhiqiu, who had once been a third-rank official in the Shangshu Palace as an aide in the Prince's Palace of Ping An, but he was so tough that he didn't get anything.
He originally wanted to continue to visit Zheng Wanchun, but for some reason, his heart suddenly became cold and he stopped moving forward.
His Zhou family also has a skill inherited by blood, which is to seek good luck and avoid evil. If not, how could they have passed down the inheritance in Tianlao without any trouble for so many years?
Lao Zhou was so convinced of his intuition that he turned around and left without thinking. How many times had he avoided death because of this decision?
But at this time, he couldn't help but have a thought in his heart, could it be that Zheng Wanchun had some bad background? Why else would he be like this?
As long as the prisoner made him feel this way, which prisoner would be able to get out of prison safely? Lao Zhou even deliberately sold it in advance and received a lot of benefits.
It seems that I have to go see Zheng Wanchun with a bottle of good wine tomorrow. This is just a small thing, but if Zheng Wanchun really has something behind him, he will definitely not lose.
Just when Lao Zhou turned around and left without hesitation, Liang Sheng, who was in the shadow around the corner, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He was now wearing the clothes of a jailer from the Heavenly Prison, and his whole appearance had been adjusted using health-preserving techniques, returning to his old age.
interesting.
Zheng Wanchun was lying on his side in the corner with his eyes closed. Perhaps he was worried that they were all masters of the ninth level of the acquired world. Although the court had blocked their cultivation, they were still carefully detained in isolation.
He heard Liang Sheng's footsteps at this time, but did not raise his head. But the next moment, he opened his eyes suddenly because the cell door opened.
However, the light was dim at the moment, and he couldn't see clearly the other party's appearance for a while, but the other party was actually holding a food plate with a pot of wine on it.
Sufficient food?
Didn't expect it to come so soon?
Seeing the jailer placing the food plate in front of him, Zheng Wanchun couldn't help but feel a little dazed, but this was the jailer sitting directly opposite him.
"Zheng Captou, long time no see!"
Zheng Wanchun raised his head suddenly and stared at Liang Sheng. Long-lasting memories suddenly came to his mind, and he was so excited that he was speechless for a moment.
"Don't get excited, it's me, Mr. Zheng, you can speak in a lower voice."
Zheng Wanchun quickly lowered his head at this time. He was worthy of being a ninth-level master the day after tomorrow. He quickly adjusted his mood and asked softly: "Brother Sheng, aren't you dead?"
"Yeah, I died once, so now I'm here to give you a ride and end the friendship between us."
Speaking of this, Liang Sheng suddenly took action, and a pure innate inner energy was injected into Zheng Wanchun's body, and then the stainless steel cone on his clavicle and coccyx fell off directly.
Seeing this, Zheng Wanchun couldn't help but widen his eyes, and his heart was filled with emotions.
Innate Grandmaster!?
He had a lot to say at this time but didn't know where to start. At this time, Liang Sheng picked up the wine glass, poured the wine, and then raised the glass.
"please."
Zheng Wanchun quickly picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. Liang Sheng seemed to know what he wanted to ask and spoke directly.
"My situation is a bit complicated. If it hadn't been for Zheng's death this time, I'm afraid we would never have met each other in this life.
This time I am here to see off Mr. Zheng on his last journey. I wonder what your wishes are, but as long as they are within my ability, I can help you achieve them."
Zheng Wanchun felt as if a basin of water had poured down his heart, and he calmed down. The two great geniuses, King Ping'an and Xuankong, were drinking in the imperial city, but he still had delusions that he shouldn't have?
Zheng Wanchun was a free and easy person. Looking at Liang Sheng's cold eyes, he knew that his dream of going out was just a fantasy.
But it’s better than the whole family dying and the bloodline passing away!
"Brother Sheng, my life has been extremely wonderful. Even though there are consequences today, I have no regrets. It's just that my young grandson is still in his infancy and has nothing to do with this matter. I wonder if you can let him live. Tell me
Zheng family bloodline?"
"Yes, I will help him find a good family and grow up safely."
Liang Sheng thought for a while and nodded directly in agreement. An ignorant child is of no consequence, but if he is an adult, it will be a bit troublesome.
Hearing this, Zheng Wanchun couldn't help but raise his glass again, but there was silence between the two of them. When Liang Sheng finally broke the silence and found out about Zheng Wanchun's young grandson, he stood up and left.
"Zheng Captou, with my inner energy today, you can regain your peak strength for half an hour. After I rescue your young grandson, if you want to do something, do it to your heart's content. I just hope you won't have any regrets."
After saying that, Liang Sheng turned around and walked out of the cell door. On the other side, Lao Zhou was still on duty, drinking a small drink. Suddenly, a man wearing jailer's clothes appeared in front of him.
"Old Demon of Blood Prison?"
Lao Zhou couldn't help but stiffen up all over. He still had peanuts in his hands, but he didn't dare to say a word at this time. He felt overwhelming pressure on his body.
He was roaring in his heart, the hairs on his back stood up, and his forehead was dripping with cold sweat. There were only four words lingering in his heart, full of disbelief.