"I'm here, take me back."

Wang Yi held the Xiuchun Dao and the long sword at his waist, and looked calmly at the people from the Northern League who were staying at the entrance of Xishan Village.

These people were also a little confused. They knew that Wang Yi could escape from the hands of those high-ranking people in the Northern League, which made them envious and even admired. Although Wang Yi was an enemy of the Northern League and killed their young leader.

, but this does not prevent them from sincerely admiring Wang Yi.

After all, sometimes a strong person coupled with a good character is enough to be admired, but they are also afraid that Wang Yi will have a plan and run away while they are not paying attention. In this way, they are a mess in the Northern League.

Can't go down.

The few people in charge who stayed here looked at each other, then stepped forward and tentatively held Wang Yi's embroidered spring knife and long sword. Wang Yi just smiled slightly and did not dodge.

When these people saw Wang Yi without any reaction, they felt relieved.

Wang Yi smiled softly and said: "If you don't arrest me, then I will leave."

Everyone looked at each other and a man came out, clasped his fists and said, "I'm sorry."

This person can only be the person holding Wang Yi's embroidered spring knife and long sword.

After saying that, he put away the Xiuchundao and the long sword, took a few steps forward, approached Wang Yi's side, raised his hand to seal Wang Yi's acupuncture points. Wang Yi glanced at him, and the man's stretched out

The hand stopped in mid-air and did not fall on Wang Yi.

Wang Yi followed these people and walked towards Beimeng along the same road that Xiaomei had taken him to, but this time he did not look back.

These people escorted Wang Yi to the Northern League. Naturally, some people had returned to the Northern League and reported the news in advance. The news of Wang Yi's murder of the young leader had spread, and everyone in the Northern League, old and young, knew about the man who treated everyone in the Northern League extremely.

The respectful young leader is dead. So on Wang Yi's way back, there were many people on both sides of the road, old and young, men and women.

They all looked at Wang Yi angrily, but most of them were old people and children. Those in their prime had seen how Wang Yi faced the crowd by himself in the mourning hall, without falling behind, and finally drifted away.

The children picked up the stones and mud on the ground, as long as they could be picked up or thrown out, they all picked them up and threw them at Wang Yi. Although the strength and accuracy were inferior to those of the Jianghu people, it was still

The sky is full of rain, which is very spectacular. At the same time, it is also very annoying.

Mixed with insults, Wang Yi was taken to the dungeon of the Northern Alliance.

Beimeng's dungeon is not far behind Xishan Mountain. It is dug at the bottom of a cliff. There are people guarding the outside and patrolling nearby from time to time. Entering the dungeon, Wang Yi discovered that the dungeon was a natural cave.

It is surrounded by traces of artificial carvings. The cave was neatly built by humans. You walk in from the entrance of the cave and extend all the way.

It is spring now, but when Wang Yi stepped into the dungeon, he suddenly felt a slight chill. Not only that, Wang Yi also relied on his profound internal strength to hear the sound of water dripping from the cracks in the rocks of the mountain.

The empty space echoed in the cave and fell into Wang Yi's ears, with some inexplicable emotions mixed in.

After walking for a while, the sound of dripping water inside became louder and louder, and there were more and more flaming oil basins around, reflecting the gloomy atmosphere of the entire dungeon. Wang Yi saw it in his eyes and calculated it in his heart, and the light could not shine out.

Three feet away, he was swallowed up by darkness.

As the vision became darker and darker, several people also walked to the front of a cliff. The wall of the cliff

There are many small caves on the wall. With his deep internal strength, Wang Yi can clearly feel that there are many powerful auras in those caves, but they cannot come out because they are blocked by iron railings.

Inside the small cave, these masters became prisoners.

When Wang Yi walked in, there were a lot of roars in the small caves, and some people slapped the iron railings. In this way, this dungeon was no less impressive than the Zhao Prison of Jin Yiwei.

Beginning along the cliff, there is a man-made path that winds up. The widest point is only wide enough for two people to stand side by side. There are several iron cables in the air connecting from one end of the cliff to the other end of the cliff. It is unknown what their purpose is.

When Bei Meng came here, there were naturally guards leading the way. Wang Yi followed behind, feeling a little calm. Although this place looked a bit dangerous, it was still far behind compared with the Jinyiwei Zhao Prison.

It has nothing to do with the steep terrain, but Jinyiweizhao Prison never pays attention to these "external appearances". What's the use of looking scary? Ask those who work at Jinyiwei Zhao Prison, who is willing to say more about Jinyiwei Zhao Prison.

Those generals who usually looked down on Jin Yiwei Zhao Prison were the quickest to confess after entering Jin Yi Wei Zhao Prison.

Without him, attacking the heart is the best.

The few people from the Northern Alliance who grabbed Wang Yi and came in followed Wang Yi. The torches in their hands were blown by the cold wind and swayed left and right. Under the cliff, the cold wind was turbulent. The air in the mountain was not dull. I guess it was.

There are cracks in the mountain responsible for ventilation.

However, the cold wind here does not have the comfort brought by the spring breeze at all. Instead, it has a biting chill. If you have been locked here for a long time, even if you have internal strength, it will be exhausted and you will just linger, let alone escape.

Wang Yi followed them for a while, and then they stopped outside a dungeon. The guard said, "Just here."

Wang Yi took a look at the prison and saw that all kinds of daily necessities were complete inside. He was a little surprised. Do the Northern League treat prisoners like this?

With doubts, Wang Yi turned back and looked at the man who came out and grabbed him. The man understood and smiled slightly, "Your Excellency and Beimeng have a deep hatred, but this does not prevent me from admiring you. I, Beimeng, admire you.

All masters, especially masters with good moral character. If it weren’t for the blood feud between Young Master and Bei Meng, I would definitely have a few drinks with Young Master.”

Wang Yi smiled calmly, nodded, responded, and said hello.

Wang Yi looked at the man in front of him. He was about thirty years old and had a somewhat burly figure. He was not inferior to the wise monk. His cheerful personality was evident in his words.

This man was walking like a dragon, and the wind was blowing on the soles of his feet as he walked. It seemed that he must be a master, and he must be in the realm of a first-class grandmaster. No wonder he would let this man guard outside Xishan Village and catch him here.

The man was calm and composed, with extraordinary bearing and no intention of guarding Wang Yi, which made Wang Yi look at him with admiration.

The man crossed the crowd, opened the iron railing, clasped his fists at Wang Yi and said, "Young Master, I'm offended."

"I'm about to die too, so I'll give you those two swords."

After saying that, Wang Yi walked straight into the prison without waiting for the man's reaction.

The man heard Wang Yi's words and saluted Wang Yi again. When he just received Wang Yi's weapons, as an old man who had been involved in the world for many years, he naturally knew that those two swords were definitely not ordinary.

After receiving this great gift, my admiration for Wang Yi in my heart was greater than before, and my feelings of regret also followed.

soar.

After Wang Yi walked into the prison, the cell door behind him clicked, was closed, and was already locked.

"You must treat the young master better. If I find out that you are making trouble for the young master, be careful about your jobs!"

Wang Yi heard the man's voice and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. He ignored the things outside and turned around to look at the prison.

There were only a few oil lamps in the prison. With the dim and weak fire, Wang Yi could clearly see what was inside the prison. The prison was no more than ten feet in size. There was a stone bed in the corner. Looking at the bottom, it was connected to the mountain. It should be

When this cell was built, it was carved out of the rocks in the mountain. There was a stone table next to the stone bed and a stone pier that served as a chair.

It's simple, but it's understandable.

As a prisoner, what more could you ask for?

In the cell, Wang Yi lay down on the stone bed, feeling an inexplicable sense of comfort in his heart. This was different from the feeling he had in Xishan Village. It was a kind of tranquility that he enjoyed very much.

Even in such an environment, Wang Yi didn't feel anything. There was a layer of straw on the stone bed. Although the straw was a bit damp and exuded a musty smell, Wang Yi did fall asleep without knowing it.

The shouts from the cliff continued, but Wang Yi was not affected at all, and instead slept soundly.

I don't know how long it took, but Wang Yi was suddenly woken up by a sound. He opened his eyes drowsily and found that the prison was much brighter. It looked like someone was coming.

Wang Yi has no interest in this. As long as they are not looking for him, Wang Yi doesn't care.

Wang Yi turned over, facing the wall, lying on the stone bed, enjoying the rare leisure.

"Why, you can't wait any longer, are you going to kill me!?"

"Humph, you devil, you deserve to die." A young voice came out. Judging from the loudness of the voice, it was not far from here.

"Second brother, what's the point of talking to such a person? Just drag him out and kill him."

"Hehe, brother is right, the time has come for you to die, devil."

"You little people, how dare you challenge me one on one!"

"Shut up, idiot, just wait to be judged."

Wang Yi had his back to the iron railing. Naturally, he didn't know what was going on outside, but when he heard some sounds coming from outside, Wang Yi was still a little surprised. Not only did the Northern League have a prison, but it also went to judge a person.

This is something wrong. The three forces of the Ming Dynasty: Jinyiwei, Qintianjian, and Internal Affairs Supervisor. Except for Jinyiwei, which has the right to convict and interrogate, even behemoths like Qintian Prison and Internal Affairs Supervisor in Chang'an City do not have this right.

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If this kind of behavior of Bei Meng falls into the hands of someone who is interested, he will be reprimanded by the government at the least, and his family will be confiscated and his family will be confiscated at the worst. This is an unpardonable crime.

Compared with these, Wang Yi is more interested in the person who was taken away. From what he said, he should be a devil with heinous crimes. So from this point of view, who are the people locked up in this dungeon.

Of course there are people who are hostile to the Northern Alliance, and there are people like myself who have hatred against the Northern Alliance, so maybe there are still demons.

Even the Jin Yiwei cannot catch all those who commit heinous crimes and bring them to justice. Some people will eventually escape and go unpunished.
Chapter completed!