My practice narration is weird

Chapter 351 The Strongest Trainee Jailer/Wind Rises in Tianlan!

Day and night alternate, the sun rises and the moon sets.

When the first glimmer of dawn falls on the ground, there are already steaming stalls in the morning market of Tianlan City.

In an alley, the man with a scar on his face yawned, closed the door of his small courtyard, and then walked out leisurely.

A playful child ran through the alley with laughter and ran straight into the man's legs without paying attention, causing the man, who was still a little sleepy, to stagger.

The man frowned and stared at the child in front of him fiercely, but the child was stunned at first, and then he was not afraid of the man. He just made a face and ran away with a smile.

This scene made the man look a little disappointed, and completely eliminated his sleepiness. He was silent for a moment and cursed with disdain.

"Tsk, you little bastard."

The scar ran from the man's forehead to his nose bone, making him look a bit ferocious, but since it was on a man that the neighbors were used to seeing, they were already used to it and didn't think it was a big deal.

He reached out and touched his face, and his fingers ran across his rough cheeks, and he could already feel some wrinkles.

This made him sigh.

If he was ten years younger, perhaps this look could scare many people, but now, the man's temples are gradually turning white!

The man continued to walk slowly.

When passing by a hot breakfast stall, the man stopped, said nothing, and just stretched out his right hand to the stall owner.

Before he stretched out his hand, two steaming pancakes were wrapped in oil paper by the stall owner and put into the man's hand.

The man didn't say anything either, but just glanced at the stall owner with a sidelong glance and nodded.

This scene was familiar as if he had experienced it hundreds of times.

In fact, it was true.

The stall owner knew that although the man who lived at the end of the alley looked a bit fierce, spoke harshly, and liked to lecture people, he turned out to be a guy with a sharp tongue but a soft heart after getting to know him.

For decades, every time he came to buy breakfast, he would ask for a cake with his right hand and a bun with his left hand, and he would stand with his hands behind his back to ask for both.

He kept accounts every time.

The account book was settled once a month, and the stall owner didn't care. This was the good thing about being a public servant. He knew where he lived. He was not afraid that he would default on his debts, but that he would not come to buy.

But this time, the stall owner didn't keep accounts again.

The stall owner, who was about the same age as the man, rubbed his hands on the oily cloth towel, and then shouted at the man who was about to turn around and leave.

"Old Wang, can you settle the bill today?"

The man didn't even bother to turn his head back, just shouted.

"The end of the month."

"But I won't be setting up the stall tomorrow."

Wang Fugui stopped.

He turned around, looked at the stall owner who had eaten for decades with a puzzled look, and then walked back a few steps.

"What would I eat if I don't open the stall? I don't think I've owed you money. My colleagues in Tianlao all recommended your restaurant."

The stall owner smiled, his eyes were a little evasive, and his voice was a little awkward.

"That's not it, then... my wife urged me to leave, I have relatives in Huaicheng, I'm going to live there for a while."

This answer made the man silent for a while.

Uncle Wang, who has worked in Tianlao for a lifetime, is used to observing words and expressions, and naturally knows what the other person means.

He didn't say much or ask anything, just nodded.

"Then settle the bill."

As he spoke, he took out an old money bag from his arms and poured out a few taels of silver on the stall.

"Too much..." The stall owner waved his hands repeatedly.

"Don't you want to pack up the things on the stall for me? Don't my brothers want to eat it?"

The stall owner was scolded, but he was not annoyed at all. He packed everything for the man with a smile.

Uncle Wang, who was over fifty years old, was walking on the street in the early morning with a lot of bags.

As he walked, he looked around at the familiar street corners.

The scenery was still the same, the road was still clean, and everything was the same.

It was just that there were fewer people on the street than before.

In addition, there were more soldiers patrolling in the city. The old men who used to patrol during the day and night and often hid in teahouses were now arranged on the street all day.

Uncle Wang squinted his eyes and looked into the distance. He was in a state of hidden essence, and his blood and qi were surging. A glimmer of brilliance appeared in his turbid eyes.

On the city wall in the distance, it was vaguely seen that there were many more people standing.

There was a more solemn scene...

Tianlan City was actually some distance away from the border. In addition, since the demon race disaster, there were three military towns in front of it. Tianlan City itself was also a military stronghold.

Such a city was not only equipped with elite soldiers, but now three great masters of the fourth realm were stationed.

In addition, there is also the Heavenly Prison.

And in the Heavenly Prison, there is Lord Zhao Changhe, who is a genuine fifth-level great supernatural power.

In theory, Tianlan City should be extremely safe, but in fact, in recent months, it has been frequently invaded by monsters.

Those monsters are very good at hiding. They cross the border, bypass the military town, and come to Tianlan City from thousands of miles away...

Although they were all killed by Lord Zhao and other great supernatural powers, they still brought panic to people.

It is no wonder that some people want to leave this city.

No one knows what those monsters are for, at least Wang Fugui doesn't know.

There were just rumors that there were treasures imprisoned under the prison, or that the prison had captured the demon king's offspring, causing the demons to covet them and making the whole city restless.

He slowly turned the corner and walked into the familiar first floor of the prison.

He threw the big and small bags on the table, and then he didn't just go to work, but moved a chair to sit outside the prison and bask in the sun.

Today was not his shift, and he came here because he had gotten used to it after decades. He had nothing to do at home and was nagged by his wife.

Well, it was mainly nagged.

A young jailer passed by, holding the cake that Uncle Wang had just bought, and laughed while eating.

"Uncle Wang, did you pick up money on the road today? You also brought us hot cakes. It was not easy to drink a cup of tea from you in the past."

Uncle Wang just sneered, drank a sip of hot tea, and then cursed.

"Little Sanyuan, even food can't stop your mouth, go cool off."

The young jailer was named Sanyuan. He didn't care at the moment. He just squatted beside him with a smile, and then asked in a low voice.

"Uncle Wang, Uncle Wang, you said I can be a regular employee next month?"

Uncle Wang squinted his eyes and cursed.

"Tsk, it's none of my business, how would I know?"

Sanyuan pouted and muttered in a low voice.

"Uncle Wang, I got in because of your relationship..."

"Damn it, don't talk nonsense, I have nothing to do with you, didn't I pay you back your money a long time ago, you little brat didn't work hard, you broke through a realm..."

Uncle Wang paused as he spoke, then looked at the young man next to him, thought about it, and said lightly.

"It's okay if you can't become a regular employee. You're still young, Sanyuan. You should think more about it at this critical moment..."

"Uncle, don't persuade me. I would have run away long ago if I wanted to. Besides, I'm not a fool. People from both the sect and our court are there on the border front. If they are really breached one day, where can I hide?"

Uncle Wang said with a wandering look.

"There are cloud boats on the border of Dayan..."

"Forget it. Let me leave Dayan and run to another country? Hey, I'm not a boneless guy."

Sanyuanzi said with a smile, then finished eating the cake in his hand and asked.

"Uncle Wang, really, tell me how to become a regular employee. I'll work two days on and two days off for overtime and get double food and accommodation. I'll work until I die for such a good job..."

Although it was midsummer, the morning sun was not hot. Instead, there was a breeze blowing through the streets, through thousands of homes, and through Tianlan City.

The wind blew in Tianlan City.

Uncle Wang looked at the young trainee jailer in front of him, and a figure of a person appeared in his mind for no reason.

Very different.

He took a sip of the turbid tea in his hand, and then spoke slowly.

"A year ago, or a year and a half ago, I can't remember clearly, there was also a boy about your age, who also came in through my relationship, and was also an intern jailer, um..."

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, Uncle Wang thought for a while, and said with a smile.

"But that should be the strongest intern jailer since the establishment of Tianlao for so many years..."

Uncle Wang narrated slowly, lightly recounting the past events.

It was obviously something that happened more than a year ago, but when the words came out, they seemed to be stained with the traces of time.

Uncle Wang realized that it was not the things that were stained with time, but the people.

The warden, the girl like a genius, and the young man who used to call him Uncle Wang with a smile, are all gone.

Time has passed, things have changed, and everything has stopped, so it seems as if a long time has passed.

Uncle Wang was excited to talk, and the young Sanyuan was also listening attentively.

"That trainee jailer was accepted as an apprentice by the former warden?"

"That trainee jailer entered the eighth floor of the prison and came out alive?"

"That trainee jailer killed the prefect???"

"That trainee jailer seduced the most beautiful girl in the prison????"

Xiao Sanyuan was surprised and opened his mouth wide.

He only heard about these things occasionally and only knew the general idea.

But it was the first time he heard someone talk about it in such detail.

He asked questions one after another, and after getting a positive answer, his face showed admiration.

I forgot the beginning and the middle, but I only remembered that the most beautiful girl in the prison was seduced away.

"A role model for our generation."

But Xiao Sanyuan asked again in confusion.

"Then why was he still a broken trainee jailer in the end? Didn't he get a permanent job?"

"He was the strongest trainee jailer... Hey, it didn't matter whether he got a permanent job or not." Uncle Wang responded helplessly.

The two were chatting enthusiastically, and they didn't notice that there was a figure at the door of the prison.

A young man was standing at the door at the moment, with a calm face.

Only when he heard that the trainee jailer had entered the eighth floor of the prison, his eyes flickered slightly.

He stepped lightly, his body moved, but his footsteps were silent.

In the blink of an eye, the man had appeared behind Uncle Wang.

A soft voice sounded behind Uncle Wang.

"Where is the jailer who entered the eighth floor of the prison you mentioned now?"

The voice scared the two of them, and Uncle Wang subconsciously wanted to curse back, but after seeing the person coming, his expression paused slightly, and then responded in a deep voice.

"He, he is the successor of the previous warden, and now, he is dead..."

"Dead?"

Uncle Wang's answer made the young man pause slightly, but he immediately said.

"How did he enter the eighth floor?"

"I don't know. It was the demon clan who used some weird methods in the beginning, but I, a little jailer, don't know the details." Uncle Wang said with a smile on his face.

He looked at the young man in front of him carefully, not daring to reveal what had happened.

The young man in front of me seems to want to explore the eighth floor of the prison?

Uncle Wang really didn't know what was being held on the eighth floor, but he only knew that except for the warden, Ye Wuyou and Lu Caiwei, all the other jailers who entered the eighth floor were dead.

And the young man in front of me...

No one knows the origin of the other party.

Only a few months ago, this young man found Zhao Changhe, and he didn't know what they talked about, and finally stayed in Tianlao.

During this period, he also took action and solved several demon clan infiltrations.

There is no doubt that this young man is also a great practitioner of supernatural powers.

But the other party rarely interacted with the people in the prison. Except for Zhao Changhe who could say a few words to the other party, the other party was not even noticed by the other party.

This feeling is very strange, the other party seems to be deliberately avoiding contact with them.

Even his every move is extremely strange. He clearly looks like a man, but his face and arms are white and fair, and his fingers are slender. He prefers to wear a long gown with flowing clouds and water sleeves. The hem is specially made to be as long as the skirt.

Even though this guy is so weird, he must be a good guy, right?

The young man was still thinking, but another old voice came from the sky prison.

"Wu Yi, let's go."

But it was Zhao Changhe who walked out of the prison at this moment with a solemn expression.

The young man whom Zhao Changhe called Wu Yi stopped thinking, then raised his head slightly and looked into the distance, outside the city wall.

The others couldn't notice it, but as great supernatural powers and in the fifth realm, he and Zhao Changhe had already sensed it.

There was a foul smell gradually approaching.

Wu Yi looked back at Zhao Changhe at this moment, frowned slightly, and said in an indifferent tone.

"As promised in advance, this is the last time I will help you. After this, if there is no other way, I will try my own method. I hope you won't stop me when the time comes."

These words made Zhao Changhe silent for a moment, and then he said in a deep voice.

"I know."

The two figures gradually moved away.

The young jailer Xiao Sanyuan blinked and asked Uncle Wang in a low voice.

"Uncle Wang, do you think that man named Wu Yi is a bit girly?"

"Go away, you idiot. Don't talk nonsense. Someone else will slap you to death with a slap in the face."

Uncle Wang quickly covered the other person's mouth, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he could no longer see their backs from the corner of his eye.

He looked into the distance, towards the city wall, thought for a while, and sighed.

"The two of them walked out of the prison together. There is probably another demon clan sneaking in here..."

Xiao Sanyuan next to him said with a hint of worry in his eyes.

"Ah, there are monsters again. Will Master Zhao and the others be fine..."

Uncle Wang took a sip of tea, spoke softly and smiled lightly.

"Little Sanyuan, don't worry, Mr. Zhao is a great practitioner of magical powers in the Five Realms Yu Heng. He will not lose."

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Accompanied by a violent roar, the old figure sat slumped on the wall that had been turned into ruins, his breath was gone, and his chest was full of blood.

Zhao Changhe lost!