The rising sun rises and the breeze blows on your face.

Jinghua strolled on the street of Takayama Castle to remember his old memories.

With his cultivation, entering and leaving the city is like entering a deserted place, and it is impossible for the disciples of the "Ghost Sect" to discover it. With the "fetal breathing technique" to protect themselves, Jing Hua can dress up as an ordinary merchant, which is inconspicuous among the crowd.

On the left side of the street is the former site of "Yishantang", which is now taken down by the monks of the "Ghost Sect" and is still in the medicinal material business.

Turning sideways, the right is "Liu Ji Old Shop". The pastries and roasted food are very delicious. The aunt often buys them for herself. I wonder if the boss of Liu is still a shopkeeper.

Walking forward and turning several intersections, it was the former place of the "Huo Lei Gate" branch. The "Guanfeng Platform" stood tall, but it was full of monks of the "Ghost Sect".

The scenery remains the same, things change people.

Although Jing Hua was not afraid of the "Ghost Sect", there was no need to cause unnecessary trouble when welcoming the tribesmen to return to the east. He slowly walked into the alley next to him and thought about the plan for family migration.

A few days ago, he had met Jing Tianyang and learned about the general situation of his tribe members.

The Jing family left Ligu County for many years, and the originally huge relatives, slaves, servants, etc. were slowly dispersed. Jingtian raised the rest of them all the "old people" who were closest to them, totaling about fifty people.

The "caravan" with more than 50 people left the town and entered the city, and it was very conspicuous that the disciples of the "Ghost Sect" could not ignore it. Moreover, the relatives of the Jing family gathered together, and it was inevitable that they would meet old acquaintances in the city of Xingshan. If the news leaked and the other party made things difficult for him, the situation would be very passive.

According to rumors in the city, the "Ghost Sect" was very enthusiastic about capturing the remnants of the "Huo Lei Gate". Several wealthy families "suddenly" became families of the "Huo Lei Gate", and then the clan was destroyed.

Jing Hua was thinking about countermeasures when a sudden burst of curses came from his ears.

"Old dog! You have today too? Get out!"

"bump!"

The dust was flying outside the shop next to the road, and a gray figure stumbled out. He was unkempt and ragged, and the green-clad woman followed closely behind, pointing at her nose and cursing.

"In and outside the city, except for the new ones who don't know the details, who cares about you, an old dog? My mother's rotten vegetable leaves would rather feed pigs than give them to you cheaply. Get out!"

The green-clothed woman had a face like a basin, her waist was like a bucket, and her eyebrows were vaguely familiar. Jing Hua was slightly stunned, and then she thought about it.

The woman was Bi Siyu's second sister. She was in her early twenties and was just widowed, and she looked a little bit more beautiful. When she came to "Yishantang" to do things, she had been entangled with several friends. After several years, the slim young woman became a sturdy fat woman, which is inevitably touching.

Jing Hua shook his head and turned around to leave.

At this moment, the beggar on the ground raised his head and met him. The other party's face was thin, wrinkles were densely covered with ribs, and his chest was bony.

The beggar's eyes were dim and he could not see things clearly. He could not see the expression on his face, so he struggled to get up from the ground and staggered toward the outside.

Wang Fu!

Jing Hua recognized the old beggar at a glance.

Back then, the Wang family was invincible, and Wang Fu was a powerful hawk of the Wang family. He dared to make trouble in the "Yishantang" and was even more unscrupulous in dealing with ordinary people.

Later, the Wang family gradually became devastated, and Jing Hua was busy practicing and did not pay attention to his news. Unexpectedly, many years later, Wang Fu was so depressed.

Looking at the old beggar's staggering figure, Jing Hua's heart moved, leaving the alley, and was placed behind from afar.

Wang Fu had no cultivation, was old and weak, and did not notice that someone was following him. He walked slowly along the high wall, left Xingshan City through the Jiaomen, and followed the country road to a remote farm.

After walking around the farm and continuing to walk for more than two miles, a barren slope appeared in front of Jinghua. On the top of the slope were several lonely earth tombs, stone tablets, beast-suppressing decorations, and only a few narrow wooden strips were inserted diagonally.

Jing Hua has extraordinary eyesight. The skewed handwriting on the wooden strips is very messy, and it is easy to guess the content when it is connected up and down.

"The head of the family king's city..."

"Young Lord Wang De..."

"Old slave Wang Fu respectfully..."

Wang Fu had climbed up the dirt slope at this time and slowly sat down beside the grave.

There were weeds everywhere around him. He grabbed a piece of it and put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly. The vague mumbling sound came from afar, and it was constantly inverted.

"...Master...Majesty...The Wang family's...The robbers who killed the sky...The old thief Yun...The murderer...The useless thing...The locked in prison...I deserve it...Master...Did you hear it..."

Wang Fu had no expression on his face, two lines of turbid tears flowed down his cheeks, slowly sliding down his mouth and dripping on his body. He seemed to have no reaction, his eyes were still dull, and he murmured endlessly.

Jing Hua sighed and turned around and left quietly.

In the past, in Xingyama Castle, the Wang family was so powerful that even the Jing family had to avoid its edge. Wang Fu and other hawks were domineering, and the Jing family members suffered a lot of losses.

This time he followed him, originally wanted to check if there were any fish that had missed the net and wiped out the roots. But the result made Jing Hua sigh. Things were impermanent, and the Wang family had completely lost.

The monk speeded up and left the earth slope. The wall of the shaking mountain city was still vaguely looking at it. Jing Hua followed the passers-by and walked slowly towards the city gate.

Wang Fu's words were chaotic, and there were several things that were questionable.

"Old thief Yun" "locked in prison", "deserved"... Could it be that the master Yun Yong failed to escape back then? If he was really caught, the "Yougui Sect" should have killed him for so many years, so what should he do in prison?

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The night was already dark, and the faint moonlight passed through the fence and sprinkled on the corners of the dungeon. The fire on the walls flickered, and several thin figures in the cell could be vaguely visible.

This was once the dungeon of "Fire Thunder Gate". After the "Ghost Sect" took over, it was still used to imprison monks.

The physical strength and resilience of monks are far beyond that of the people. Criminal cells and prison equipment have been specially refined to specifically restrict cultivation and restrict movement. Most of the more than ten narrow rooms are vacant, with only a few three or four people lying or sitting.

Yun Yong was locked in the innermost part, looking a little indifferent.

His hair, beard, and his clothes were damaged in many places, so he could no longer see the original color. He could still smell a strange smell when he got a little closer.

As the master of the Gyūyama Castle, Yun Yong was the first to be arrested when the city fell. He could not even remember how long he had been in the cell.

The monks of the "Ghost Sect" repeatedly asked, and the same question came and went. Yun Yong himself was inexplicably unable to answer it.

Soon his left hand and right leg were completely disabled, and the interrogator seemed to have something important to do, so he threw him in prison and never came back.

Year after year, the prisoners changed batch after batch. Some died, some were dealing with the matter, but no one came to pay attention to the former "Huo Lei Gate" hall master.

Yun Yong also felt a little strange. He insisted on surviving and did not make a decision on his own. He really responded to the saying, "The older a person is, the more afraid of death."

"well......"

Yun Yong sighed. He stood up with one leg on his back, walked slowly to the prison door, and picked up the broken bowl on the ground.

Perhaps for the "Yougui Sect", a bowl of rotten food is nothing. Yun Yong can survive and survive until now.

"Um?"

As soon as the rotten rice was in her stomach, Yun Yong discovered something abnormal.

The food in prison is the same as in the past, and it is so bad and smelly that it has not changed. But after swallowing, the rich spiritual power spreads everywhere, and soon begins to nourish the internal organs and repair the damage.
Chapter completed!