Yang State was founded in the 24th year of Dao Li. It was founded by the heroic lord Ji Yanqiu. At the beginning of its founding, it was the overlord of the Eastern Region. At its peak, it spanned the southeast.

It was destroyed in the year 2813 of the Daoist calendar. The last Yang Emperor went against the grain and ruined the hearts of the people. In the end, he forced the family to read the ancestral secret scriptures as the straw that broke the camel's back, causing the whole world to rebel. He also forced the troops from the coastal areas to return to the capital to protect him.

, intending to abandon the human race's coastal defense and preserve the country, but was rejected by the coastal defenders... and thus lost everything.

The Great Yang Empire, which once dominated the country for a while, curbed Jing Taizu's ambition to be the emperor of Liuhe, and finally withdrew, having lived for 2,789 years.

Many romantic figures in the past have gone with the wind.

It's nothing more than night and day going back and forth, turning the pages of history like a book.

"The sun sets over the Western Mountains and the sun rises over the nine countries."

Finally, the Qi State, which was located in a corner, suddenly emerged and ended the glory of the old Yang.

At the end of the two thousand years of Taoism, Yan Sheng was a great scholar in the world and his literary reputation was outstanding.

He once served as the crown prince and tutor of the Yang Kingdom.

He was the east palace teacher of the last prince.

It is a pity that the prince did not have a great career to inherit, and the prince and tutor could not become a tutor.

After the last Emperor Yang died under siege, the Taiyang Palace was shattered, and the prince committed suicide in the East Palace, Yan Sheng left the Yang Kingdom and climbed to the Book Mountain. From then on, he devoted himself to learning and learned the classics.

This is naturally a strong man.

Dare to talk to Zhuge Yi first, and also ask Rakshasa Mingyuejing, even in the forest at the top of Yandao, it is enough to be called "powerful".

Gu Chi licked his fingers carefully for a while, and then asked: "For what reason did he stand up for Gao Zheng?"

A faint voice replied: "Gao Zheng went to Mugu Academy to ask questions. He held ten lectures in a row, and everyone who came was refused. There was a Confucian scholar listening to the lectures. His path had been blocked for many years and he was about to expire. He was awakened by a few words.

.After returning home, he wrote a lot of things in one stroke and wrote an eternal article. He passed away without any regrets - that Confucian scholar was Yan Sheng's disciple."

Gu Chi laughed: "It's really confusing!"

Before looking for Raksha Mingyuejing, Yan Sheng had to speak to Zhuge Yi, the star wizard of Chu State. This was enough to explain who had the loudest voice in the Southern Territory.

Whether Yan Sheng was representing Shushan to support the Yue Kingdom, or whether he was really "angry" himself, he had to give a decent reason for coming out.

Otherwise, do you really think that the Sixth Master of Chu is a vegetarian?

"This Confucian scholar really exists, and this article really exists." The voice wandering on both sides of the long street replied: "But if it is not really related to Gao Zheng, I can't tell. Now they are all dead."

"Confucian scholars like to play this trick." Gu Chi said with a 'hehe' smile: "What did Mr. Zhuge say?"

A faint voice said: "I express my shock, regret, and heartache at the death of Gao Zheng. I express my sympathy for the Yue Kingdom and my contempt for Sanfen Xianglou. Ask Yan Sheng to capture Rakshasa Mingyuejing, and it is best to escort him to Yingcheng.

——The Chu State has been hunting down murderers for a long time!”

"Then let him go." Gu Chi waved his hand: "No need to pay any more attention to this matter."

It’s hard to pay attention to this matter anymore…

Who can follow Yan Sheng and Raksha Mingyuejing every day?

Gu Chi couldn't do it himself.

Probably he also knew that what he said was a bit boring, so he asked again: "Is there still no news from Jingguo?"

A faint voice said: "No. I only know that Lou Yue has been to the Central Prison recently. I can't find out more specific information."

Gu Chi's beard was well trimmed. He separated his index finger and thumb and gently wiped the beard on both sides of his lips: "Let's put the matter of Jing Guo aside for now. It shocked people last time. It's not easy to get the news now - Yan

What has Fatty been doing lately?”

The houses on both sides of the long street were empty, yet rustling and strange.

Hearing Fengdu Yin's new question, the previous voice disappeared, and the next voice sounded sinisterly: "He is probably asking this question too."

Yan Wen, the warden of Shangsheng, is a tall, fat guy. The prison chief and Fengdu have also been old rivals for many years.

Gu Chi called him Fatty Yan, and he called him Gu Chi Gu Zhugan.

It must be very difficult to keep track of Yan Wen's whereabouts. This answer just means that Yan Wen has not made any big moves recently.

Today, Fengdu Yin is really thin, and his official uniform seems to be hanging on his body, empty, and it cannot fit him. He walked a few steps and said: "Keep an eye on Yue during this period. Sometimes smart people die."

Otherwise, it would be troublesome."

"Here." The ghost official from Fengdu obeyed the order and left.

The rustling sounds gradually disappeared.

The city gate ahead was opening, and a group of suspects wearing shackles were escorted in.

In fact, the word "suspect" can be removed. After entering Fengdu, how can there be any suspicion?

They are all prisoners.

Gu Chi pointed casually and said with a smile: "The third one in the row on the left, come here. I want to personally ask you what you have committed - are you unjustly accused?"

The man walked out slowly, wearing prison uniform and shackles.

He had a very clean bald head. He looked up and shook his head honestly: "I was not wronged."

…

…

"Speaking of which, I have experienced a lot of punishment."

In the 'VIP Room' of the Central Prison, a completely unrecognizable mass of rotten flesh hangs on the torture rack. It looks like it has been dead long ago, but it is still hanging on. Even breathing is very laborious, but it is still working hard.

Talking to oneself.

Sang Xianshou was busy with other things today.

The jailer who came to "entertain" him was considered a master of torture.

It's a pity that compared to Sang Xianshou, his methods are still too immature, so he still has the energy to speak - he speaks every chance he gets.

The poor official king used this method to confirm his existence.

The torturers were already collecting the instruments of torture.

He continued: "I have experienced different prison styles. Zheng State, Zhongshan State, Song State, hey, I have been in many prisons! Speaking of which, it is indeed your Central Sky Prison

The standard is the highest. By the way, do you know about Prison in the Sea?"

"The prison in Diaohailou is located on Huai Island. How about it? Can it be ranked among the best in your prison world?"

"I have a former colleague who was a jailer in Haihai Prison. His surname was 'Bi', and he died miserably—hey, you won't kill me, right?"

The jailer was very disciplined and never spoke.

But the Warlock King seemed to have received a response, and even laughed: "Hey, am I the first person to beg for life in your central prison?"

"Hey, when my former colleague was still here, I often asked him for advice on the methods of prison. At that time, I thought his methods were very good, but compared to my father, they were still far behind."

The jailer tried all the methods he could try today, took one last look at the rotten meat, made sure that the restraints were in place, and left with the torture box.

The Rogue King has almost no precise sense of the five senses, and can only vaguely perceive that the prison door has been locked and the prison is sinking. He is about to be soaked in a water prison filled with special potion.

"Dad -" he shouted feebly: "What else do you want me to do? The mole on my butt has told you - ugh!"

It sank too fast and he was sunk directly into the water.

After waiting for a while, the noose was slowly reset, allowing him to reveal his head.

Today's potion aggravates the "itching" effect, strengthens the recovery of perception, and has some medicinal effects of strengthening the root and strengthening the body... Well, peony bark, poria, Ophiopogon japonicus, Han Qicao, Santu flower...

The Rogue King analyzed it carefully, but his body was shaking uncontrollably like chaff. This was an instinctive reaction based on pain after the senses gradually recovered.

You cannot get used to pain, you can only endure it or not.

Sang Xianshou was an excellent executioner, and his torture knife was always on the edge of being unbearable.

But no matter how precarious it was, the Rookuan King would not allow himself to really "fall".

Even if the straw for survival is a noose, he will not let go until it strangles himself.

At this time, a voice sounded, because it was too vague and out of place, like an auditory hallucination - "Do you want to go out?"

What a warm, peaceful sound it is!

Just hearing this sound relieved the physical pain.

"Ho...ho..."

The Rogue King panted hard and said nothing - the killer must protect himself outside and not talk to strangers easily.

The voice said again: "I can help you leave."

"Liar." The Wan Guan Wang dismissed it: "My father said that since the Central Prison was built, no one has successfully escaped from the prison. Why do you have to look down on me, the Great Jing Dynasty?"

Faced with this kind of temptation, the ethereal voice just said: "He lied to you. There is one person who succeeded."

"Who?" the Wuguan King mocked: "Do you want to say 'Cui Di'? Or 'Wu Guan Wang'?"

The ethereal voice was emotionless and consistent: "His name is 'Minhar'."

A grassland legend of a generation, Cangtu Divine Envoy Minhar once came to the Central Region to preach!
To be continued...