The prison of Qingyun Sect is not in the main peak, but on one side of it.

The entire prison made of copper and iron is like a broad sword, inserted horizontally into the mountain peak, and below the prison is a deep cliff.

The biting cold wind cut through it like a blade, and the prison was filled with the sound of various metals being cut and rubbed.

The mountain peaks blocked most of the sunlight, and as soon as the ray of light shone into the prison, it was swallowed up by darkness.

This is a dark and cramped cell, and the damp floor makes people feel extremely uncomfortable. However, Shen Bi has no extra space to move around, because there is only one person wide enough here, and he cannot even sit cross-legged.

He has been locked up here for half a month, and no one cares about him.

The so-called cooperation with the investigation seems to have been forgotten by the Law Enforcement Hall.

Shen Bi knew that this was the other party's revenge.

The Law Enforcement Hall does not seem to use punishment, but being locked up in this kind of solitary "little dark room" is a hundred times more painful than suffering physical punishment.

In a limited space, I don’t know how much time has passed. There is no light source, no sound, and no food. In his previous life, Shen Bi heard of many cases of being driven crazy by small dark rooms.

It is impossible to practice in seclusion. There is no space to meditate here, and the sound of the cliff wind cutting through metal can be heard from time to time, which is extremely harsh.

If you reach a critical moment during your performance and are suddenly disturbed by external sounds, it is easy to move the wrong meridians, causing the spiritual power to go retrograde.

Fortunately for Shen Bi, his storage bag had not been taken away, and there were still some cooked food in it that he had purchased previously.

However, just yesterday, all the cooked food had been eaten, and he was faced with the dilemma of having nothing to eat today.

Spirit rice cannot be swallowed alive, so Shen Bi took out a piece of scorpion back meat and looked at it for a long time without eating it.

He sighed and put the scorpion back meat back into his storage bag. Maybe he wasn't hungry enough.

Seeing the set of distillation equipment in the storage bag, he suddenly remembered the spiritual rice that had been fermented into liquid half a month ago.

Shen Bi touched his chin and thought to himself: ‘Maybe we can drink it as wine?’

He took a drop of light cyan liquid from the storage bag into his palm and hesitated for a long time without daring to drink it.

Although those liquids exuded strong spiritual power, he was still very worried about being poisoned to death.

In the end, Shen Bi focused on rice insects. He felt that they should bear the evil they had done.

Worried that someone was secretly monitoring him, he put the liquid in his palm and retracted it into his sleeve, then called the rice insect directly into his palm.

Mi Chong immediately became restless when he saw the light blue liquid, and he couldn't wait to crawl over and take a deep sip.

With his consciousness, he saw that not long after the rice insect had eaten, his whole body began to twitch, and finally he lay there motionless.

If it hadn't been for the fact that the rice insect had already been refined and had a spiritual connection, Shen Bi would have thought that the rice insect had died.

‘It seems like this wine is a bit strong, but it shouldn’t be poisonous to death?’

Gritting his teeth, he took out some more light cyan liquid, raised his head and drank a small drop.

Boom!

First, his throat was almost cut, and then a surging spiritual power entered his body.

Shen Bi quickly adjusted his breathing rhythm, and it took him a full hour to refine his spiritual power.

He found that the spiritual power in his Dantian had increased significantly, and the effect was much stronger than the spiritual wine in Senior Brother Sun's gourd.

Is this the correct way to use rice bugs?

He felt that they could no longer be called rice bugs and that it was more appropriate to call them wine bugs. He also gave these light blue liquids a name, bug wine.

In this way, relying on these insect wines, Shen Bi not only avoided starvation, but his cultivation also increased rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, "Yuan Chu Jue" was finally mastered by him. Shen Bi's whole body's aura was restrained, and no trace of it was leaked.

Nowadays, even Xiang Shou cannot see his cultivation level.

One and a half months passed by in the blink of an eye.

This day.

The countdown that had not been seen for several months reappeared in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Being in prison, Shen Bi was a little helpless. If he was found to have disappeared suddenly for one night, he would definitely be dismantled and studied by the Law Enforcement Hall.

But there is no good way now, he can only resign himself to fate.

Shen Bi quietly waited for the countdown to end in the prison, recalling in his mind what he had experienced in Daliang and the people he had experienced.

......

Daliang, Shen Mansion.

Shen Bi watched indifferently as "himself" lying on the ground slowly turned into a puddle of pus.

He was far from as calm as he appeared at this time.

Even a little nervous.

He was worried that the voice outside the door would never ring again.

Time passes slowly second by second.

Finally, a crisp voice came from outside the door:

"Master, have you finished changing your wedding robe? Do you want a servant to come in and serve you?"

Shen Bi trembled all over and hurriedly walked to the door, his hand trembling slightly when he opened the door.

The sun shines into the room, and a bright person appears in front of you. It is the little maid with a double bun in her dream.

Shen Bi knew that the lively and reckless Xiao Huan was back.

He touched the purse in his arms.

He knew that the lively and reckless Xiaohuan would never come back.

Xiaohuan tilted her head and looked curiously at her young master, who had a strange expression. She felt that the young master had changed a bit today, and his smile was particularly gentle.

"Master, does your chest hurt? Do you want me to rub it for you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiaohuan's eyes suddenly widened:

"Ah! Master! Why is your wedding robe so wrinkled?"

"Today is your special day..."

Shen Bi pressed his big hands on Xiaohuan's thin shoulders and quickly stopped her from continuing.

"Tell me, who are you marrying today?"

"Of course it's Cao Bian. Why would the young master ask this?"

"Cao Bian's family?"

"Yes, Cao Bian is the widow of County Lieutenant Cao Cheng. Ever since County Lieutenant Cao died at the hands of evildoers, Cao Bian's mother and son have lived an extremely miserable life, and they are about to die."

"Thanks to the kindness of the young master, who often helps me."

Shen Bi's lips twitched when he heard this. Wasn't the 'bad guy' in the little girl's mouth the same as him?

What else is called ‘Cao Bian’s mother and son’? Listen to this meaning, this Cao Bian family also has a son?

I want to be a father!

Shen Bi looked up at the sky, feeling a strong sense of malice.

......

Welcoming relatives, visiting the church, banquets.

After going through a familiar process, Shen Bi finally entered the wedding room.

Outside the wedding room.

Xiaohuan is busy coaxing a crying child.

In the wedding room.

Shen Bi was staring blankly at the scale in his hand. How many times has this happened?

"Shen Lang?"

On the wedding bed, Mrs. Bian was a little anxious while waiting, and she called out shyly.

Shen Bi came back to his senses, sighed secretly in his heart, and walked towards the wedding bed.

Gently lifting the hijab, a mature and beautiful woman with fair-skinned skin appeared in front of her. Her pair of red phoenix eyes were like a pool of clear water, which made her look noble and elegant. As she glanced at her, she inadvertently showed a hint of flattery.

"Please husband, have mercy on me."
Chapter completed!