The No. 1 Sword Cultivator in History [Transmigration Book]

The black snake raised its head, squirmed its body, and let out a weak "hiss".If it wasn't for Lingran's excellent hearing ability, and now he is dependent on this snake, he would almost be submerged in the sound of rushing water and trembling chains.

Lingran tried her best to struggle with the [-] mud horses in her heart, then tremblingly, stroked the head of the black snake with her fingers.

The snake seemed to try its best to respond, but suffered from weakness all over its body, it only moved a little and limply, and then lay there.

Comrade Dalang was injured, Lingran thought to himself.The two of them fought until dawn last night, and indeed both were injured, and no one was hurt.Speaking of the reason for the fight, it is ridiculous.

He and Da Lang are comrades, in fact, there is no hatred, but every time Da Lang looks at him with the eyes of a woman, he feels angry.

Seeing that Dalang is so weak now, Lingran feels a little worried again.

He carefully stroked it around with his index finger, from the head to the tail, but the snake remained motionless.Then he clenched his left hand into a fist and carefully protected the snake into his palm.

Holding the wall with his right hand, he stood up with difficulty.

Lingran vomited black water out of his mouth in large chunks.This place is so dirty!When he fell down before, he didn't feel it, but now he only felt that the water prison was full of pungent fishy smell, as if emanating from the pile of dead people that had rotted for a long time.

No, he has to find a way to escape from prison!

Lingran called out tentatively, "Old monk?"

On the other end of the chain, Ming Xi's voice was also very tired.The old monk said weakly, "Don't shout, little friend. It will take another hour and a half before lunch will be delivered. Just bear with it."

After talking for a long time, the voice came again weakly.

"The old monk's spiritual power is being consumed day by day. If he doesn't have a full stomach with porridge and noodles, he might lose the energy to speak."

It should be complaining that he said too much just now, and he frowned spiritually.It seems that this old monk has a bad temper, now that he is sick and hungry, it may be even worse, there is no hope.I have to find a way out by myself.

At this moment, Lingran misses the official errand surnamed Li. At any rate, that person only wants to send him to Nanyuan.

Now who is going to report to the young prince that the "National Master" he asked for is currently in prison in Dali Temple, and he has personally captured it?

This thing is really absurd.

Ridiculous.

Perhaps Lingran's longing for freedom was too strong, he struggled for a while, and found that his limbs could regain consciousness even in this water prison.

He shook his left hand, untied the rope on his hand first, and then bent down to undo the rope on his feet.

He held his breath to prevent being suffocated by the stench again.Then he slowly moved forward in the water, walking in the direction where the chains sounded.He shouted in his mouth, "Old monk, don't sleep, and don't wait for the prison meal, wait, little monk, I will save you!"

As he spoke, he groped forward, but his tentacles turned out to be a wall. It turned out that there was a wall between him and the old monk.

He groped up and down for a long time without giving up, and finally found a hole at his feet that could accommodate two fists.

How can this pass?

Poor little monk, I have the ability to reach the sky, but I don't know how to shrink bones!

Thinking of this, Lingran suddenly felt that her hand was passing through the wall, as if there was nothing there.It was as easy as he passed through the gate of Chang'an that day.

He was overjoyed, and immediately passed through the whole body, wading forward.

After walking a dozen steps forward, he touched a thick and long chain.

He grabbed the chain and shook it, and the old monk whimpered in pain.

Ling Ran said, "Don't worry, I'm coming right now."

Footsteps made a clattering sound in the water.

The old monk was shocked, and said, "Shh! Be gentle, don't disturb the cell boss."

Laugh out loud. "Since we are about to escape from prison, why do we care about the prison chief?"

He quickened his pace and walked forward. After a while, he touched the end of the chain and touched a bald head.He said, "Is that you, the old monk?"

The two faced each other within an arm's length, but they couldn't see the old monk's face, only heard Mingxi's voice slowly. "Yes, it's just that the old monk's appearance is shameful, and I'm afraid it will scare you."

"It's okay, I can't see anyway." Lingran broke the chain with her parallel fingers, and hugged the old monk Mingxi into her arms, only to find that the old monk was extremely short, not as tall as his shoulders.The hand was extremely haggard, as if holding a half-dead wood.He didn't have time to think about it, he grabbed the old monk, put his arm through the wall again, and groped through it layer by layer.

Lingran didn't know how many walls he had passed through, until half an hour later, the two finally came to a desolate abandoned house.

What caught my eyes was dim light, and my ears were filled with torrential rain.

He shook his eyelids to shake off the heavy black water on his eyelids, only to realize that it was raining outside.

He glanced down, startled.

The haggard feeling in the water prison just now was not an illusion.The lower body of the old monk Mingxi he held in his arms was no longer humanoid, except for a tattered monk robe, the upper body was still human, and the lower body was completely turned into a tree stump.

"How could this be?!" He was shocked.

Mingxi smiled wryly, and said with a weak breath: "I'm just afraid to scare you! That clan of resentful ghosts got infiltrated into the government somehow, and that demon way took advantage of the situation to stir up their lips and tongue, turning this old man into a man who is neither human nor ghost. .”

"It's okay, as long as we come out, there is always a cure." Lingran comforted him.

Mingxi smiled wryly, shaking his two long withered and white eyebrows. "It's just a hard time. Even if the autumn queen is not cut off, the old man will not have much time. I'm afraid it will be within this month."

These words were frustrating, and Lingran was not happy after hearing this, "The old monk Kong Ji asked me to come to you, but I didn't come to see you to death."

Ming Xi smiled, a slight warmth appeared on his old face.

Lingran carried the old monk and threw it on his shoulders, it was heavy.He shook for a while, shaking off the wet and heavy moisture on the white clothes, transported his Qi to the dantian, and quickly raised his Qi to fly up to the roof.

Standing up and looking into the distance, the location where the two of them are now is not far from Xiju Lane.

Lingran is a road idiot, now it's getting dark, the dim light is mixed with torrential rain and wind, making it even more difficult to see the road clearly.

Under the row upon row of roofs in Chang'an City, there are few pedestrians, and occasionally one or two apricot wine flags can be seen twitching the rain curtain with the wind.

Lingran wrinkled her nose, not knowing how to get back to Dong'an Temple without alarming the passers-by on the street.

He hesitated for a while, and finally thought to himself, since he was imprisoned under the title of Jiangyang Bandit, then he might as well be a Jiangyang Bandit for real!

Lingran stepped on the blue-gray roof, and he shot out in the rain like a flying arrow.

Over there, in Dali Temple.

The young Wei Wangtai relied on the absence of the minister of the temple, and he seemed to be the master here, and he was angry at the moment.Perhaps he had finished complaining, and saw that all the officials were obedient, and none of them could come up with an idea.

He kicked off the Grand Master's chair with one foot, threw down the teacup, and said angrily: "I asked you to find someone, but the Yongzhou Mansion under my king's shepherd's office is useless, and even your Dali Temple is useless?!"

As he spoke, he took out a portrait from his pocket and threw it out, almost hitting the faces of a row of people in Dali Temple in front of him.

This picture scroll was handed over by Lang surnamed Li after he had a drink at Yuelai Restaurant on Zhuque Avenue yesterday, and returned home eagerly to offer treasures.

Everyone in Dali Temple took their eyes carefully.In the scroll, Lingran is wearing a bamboo hat, has handsome features, and smiles like a spring breeze in February.

Really handsome!

At first glance, I like it.

Everyone whispered to each other. "If there really is someone so outstanding in life, walking among the crowd, no one will know about it. I don't know where he is staying, maybe he is not in the city..."

"It's too late to remind you of this!" Wei Wang sneered, his eyes fell on the shattered pieces of the teacup, and his heart moved.

"Since he's not in the city, I'm afraid he can fly into the sky and escape from the ground, or he might be in the outskirts. Therefore, according to the meaning of the ministers, it's the sky and the earth, you want me to go there personally?!"

"Don't dare!"

"Understood dare not!"

Everyone in Dali Temple broke out in a cold sweat, lifted their clothes and knelt down one after another.

The smile on King Wei's lips became colder and colder, and everyone in Dali Temple didn't dare to look up, and sent out their subordinates to look for Lingran.