"See your lord!"
All the guards saluted him together, and the surnamed Fang also greeted him and respectfully said: "Nine Masters, you are here."
Wen Heng heard the word "nine", and his heart was already struck like a thunderbolt, but he felt the sound of footsteps approaching, and the corners of the blue robe embroidered with silver stripes fluttered, and finally landed a few steps away. I just listened to the ninth master asked indifferently: "Yuanzhuo brought people to deliver meals, why didn't he go in?"
Fang Yuanzhuo hurriedly told him the situation in the prison. After listening to the nine masters, he nodded and said, "It's simple." He waved to Wen and Nie, "Are those two men in prison? You and I Come in."
Wen Heng, out of prudence, didn't expect to be able to sneak into the prison on the first day, and planned to do it slowly in the back kitchen. Who would have guessed that the timing came so well, that someone would send a pillow just as soon as he fell asleep, and he didn't need to think about any tricks.
The two of them lowered their eyebrows and bowed their heads, hunched over their backs, didn't dare to look at them, said a word, and followed the Nine Masters step by step with their buckets in their hands. prison cell.
Beginning Moon Prison covers a large area, and there are not many corners in the prison. There is a straight passage at the end of a road, and there are prison cells surrounded by iron fences on both sides. It looks quite spacious. There is a narrow skylight on the roof of each room, so although the light is dim, it is not completely dark, and the people in the cell can be roughly seen without the help of lamps.
Taking the time to walk, Wen Heng quickly raised his head and glanced at the cells on both sides. At first glance, he was so shocked that he almost threw the bucket out.
Hundreds of people who were as pale as ghosts sat silently in the cell, neither moving nor speaking, and if there was no sound of even breathing, it would have been like a room full of dead people.
The nine masters stopped in the middle of the passage, motioned them to open the lid of the bucket, and let the aroma of the hot porridge waft out, and said kindly, "You have not entered the water and rice all day, why don't you come and have a bowl of hot porridge."
There was a dead silence in the cell, the echo was faint, but no one answered.
Wen Heng stood in the shadow cast by the beams and pillars, and only then did he have the opportunity to look at him.
The ninth master, who is above everyone in the official residence, is actually a handsome and handsome young man with a jade face. His eyebrows are naturally smiling, the corners of his lips are slightly raised, and his demeanor is very gentle and amiable. If he hadn't just seen that the guards outside the door respected him so much, I'm afraid no one would associate him with the words "big treason" and "unsound mind".
Seeing that no one answered, he sighed faintly: "I serve food and drink every day, but you don't give face like this. This will make life difficult."
He slowly said: "I want to teach you all to know that I have no intention of harming anyone here. I just ask you to stay here for a while and write a few letters to your masters. Is this an excessive request? Why bother? Do you want to look like you are bitter and vengeful, ready to die generously?"
Still no answer.
Most of the people locked in the cells are young elite disciples of various factions. Most of these people are the best among their peers. They are arrogant and arrogant. It is reasonable to say that being so humiliated by others, it should have been someone who couldn't hold back their anger, or fell into fear and collapse, but after days of harsh treatment, facing the enemy's provocation, at this moment, no one was shaken and surrendered, and they all turned a deaf ear.
These people made up their minds that dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water, and the nine masters were not annoyed, maintaining excellent self-restraint, and said slowly: "I used to think that you famous people are arrogant, talking about chivalry, and secretly speaking. You are doing nasty things, but today has changed a lot, you are indeed gentlemen, I really have nothing to do with you—"
"Shuh" the long sword was unsheathed, the nine masters rolled up their sleeves, and a huge force attacked, Wen Heng resisted his true qi, and was caught in his hands without any resistance.
The cold water-like sword was on his neck, Wen Heng was forced to raise his head, Nie Ying was startled by the side, and shivered: "What, what is this..."
"Hehehe."
The sneer slowly climbed to his ears like a poisonous snake, and the nine masters patted his neck with the body of the sword, and said softly: "I'm sorry. If you want to blame, it's your unlucky, encountering such a group of people. I'd rather be a broken jade than a hero of a tile."
"You should take good care of you," he said with a genuine smile. "These two people are people in the city. They came to deliver food to you today, but you don't know what's wrong, and you won't eat a single bite. I'm very angry now, but I can't kill it. You, so I have to aggrieve this person to die for you."
Wen Heng: "..."
What a mad dog thing this is!
Asking him to call for help, he couldn't do it, so he pretended to be too scared to speak, and kept shaking under the sword.
This trick is very useful. All the people in the prison can no longer pretend to be ignorant, and all open their eyes and look to this side.
I have to say that the nine masters are cruel enough and sinister enough. If he randomly grabs someone from the prison and threatens them, he might have a strong human nature, and he is afraid of hurting his companions, and he will simply hit his sword to death. But he found two ignorant ordinary people, who are both innocent and afraid of death, and will definitely not sacrifice for others, in order to threaten this group of conscientious and famous people - no matter how stubborn they are and put their life and death aside, they can't bear it. "I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me".
The nine masters said gloomily: "I can't kill you, but I can kill others. Thousands of people in Xingcheng, if you kill one at a meal, you can kill them for a long time."
"or-"
The sword edge moved down and stopped on Wen Heng's right arm. A slight pull was a bright red blood mark. Wen Heng gasped in a "hiss", gritted his teeth and endured the pain without saying a word.
Master Jiu wiped his wound lightly, scratched the scarlet blood with his fingertips, and said with a smile: "There are about a hundred people, if one of them doesn't eat, I will smear him. Three meals a day, more than three hundred swords. , it is not difficult to kill him alive in front of you. I wonder if you are satisfied with this kind of appetizer?"
The degree of ruthlessness of this person is far beyond ordinary people's imagination. These young people have never seen such a battle before, and they can't fight him at all. Wen Heng's right arm was slashed, and the blood flowed non-stop. Knowing that it was not a solution, he was hesitating whether to do it or not, when someone in the cell next to him suddenly spoke up and said coldly, "Your Excellency is an official of the imperial court, but you don't care about it. The people are like weeds, disloyal and unrighteous, and people are despised."
As soon as Master Jiu heard this, he knew that the threat had worked, and instead smiled: "As expected of the master of Zhaoyao Villa, Shaoxia of Longjing, you are indeed a gentleman."
Longjing sat quietly in the prison cell, his appearance was not disordered, and there was no panic and resentment, like a jade man. He kept his eyes closed at first, but at the moment he only raised his eyelids halfway. He had a look of contempt, and replied indifferently, "It's just to keep a little conscience of being a human being, and I don't dare to be praised by your Excellency."
"You," Master Jiu didn't take it seriously, pointed at Nie Ying with his sword, and ordered, "Go and serve him a bowl of porridge."
He had a hostage in hand, and Nie Ying did not dare to disobey, so he had to follow orders. He took a wooden bowl, turned around and lifted the lid, filled the porridge tremblingly, and carefully handed it through the gap in the iron fence.
Longjing reached out to pick it up.
The moment his hands crossed, his warm and rough fingers suddenly pinched his fingertips, and a small round ball was tucked into the palm of his hand under the cover of the bottom of the bowl. Longjing raised his eyes hastily, but only saw the man's thick beard and dark complexion, only a little bit of light in his eyes seemed familiar, but he quickly lowered his head and covered it.
His heart trembled violently, but the hand holding the wooden bowl did not shake at all, his expression was the same as usual, and he even glanced coldly at Master Jiu before he raised his head and drank the warm rice soup.
Master Jiu smiled with satisfaction: "Wouldn't it be good to be so obedient? You don't eat or drink fines for toasting, you have to make trouble, and this little brother got a sword for no reason. Then divide the porridge and give each of them a The bowl, give me a drink."
In addition to the detained people, there were only nine adults and two ordinary people who "don't know martial arts" outside the prison, and there were more than ten guards outside. So he relaxed Wen Heng, told him to go and cook with Nie Ying, and stood by himself to supervise the work. After everyone had poured a bowl of Hua Gong San, he took the sword leisurely, and said to Wen Heng Nie Ying, "Let's go, continue to deliver meals at night."
The moment he turned around, in the flash of lightning, Wen Heng suddenly shot at the four key points on his back, the dagger slid into his hand, and the blade reflected a ray of skylight, accurately holding the neck of Nine Masters.
Wen Heng appeared behind him as a ghost, and said softly, "Don't move, I advise you to be honest."
He shot like electricity, and he was agile. The nine masters just turned around and blinked, and the situation in the prison instantly turned into a different situation.
The nine masters were restrained, unable to move, and seemed to have not recovered from the shock: "Who are you?"
"No-name soldier, not worth mentioning." Wen Heng did not restrain his dumb hole, the tip of the dagger pressed dangerously against his throat, "Where is the antidote and the key to the cell?"
"I advise you not to waste your time." Jiu Da Ren said, "They have been taking Hua Gong San for several days. Even if they give you the antidote, it will be difficult for you to recover in a while. Where can you take them?"
"Don't talk nonsense, you don't need to worry about me." Wen Heng winked at Nie Ying and motioned him to come up and search his body. Sure enough, he took out several medicine bottles from his sleeve, but the key was not on him.
Wen Heng tightened the hand around his neck and asked, "Which is the antidote? Who has the key?"
The Nine Masters would rather die than give in, and hummed: "I won't tell you, kill me if you have the seeds, then none of you will be able to escape, and you will all come down and be buried with me!"
Wen Heng laughed when he heard this.
The dagger pressed down and wiped a thin line of blood on his neck: "It seems that it is not difficult to make a life worse than death."
Master Jiu said proudly: "You only have so many tricks? If you want to kill or cut, you can come. If you cry out, I will give you the position of the head of the cell."
Wen Heng sneered coldly, the pressure on the dagger was even heavier. The Nine Masters thought that his method was nothing more than slashing twice on his body and bleeding a little, but he didn't prevent Wen Heng from suddenly pressing his left hand against a certain point behind him, throwing a slash at him. The tyrannical and sharp True Qi pushed in.
The severe pain exploded from that point without warning, as if someone was holding a heavy hammer and smashed the bones of his whole body into pieces. It is a thousand times heavier than the pain of flesh and blood. Master Jiu is an iron-clad person, and at this moment he couldn't help groaning "uh", and the cold sweat rolled down like running water, soaking both layers of clothes in an instant.