[New Peerless Double Pride 3] Over the years

I began to contemplate different strategies for escape, but none seemed feasible.

If Jiang Wuque was just a prisoner, perhaps it would not be particularly difficult to take him out of the Qiuhuang Palace.

But Jiang Wuque is a special prisoner. He is a prisoner whom the palace master takes care of very much. The palace master will appear in the cell almost without incident. An uproar in the hall is inevitable, and more importantly, the time is too short, even if there is not enough time to walk out of the hall, the guards may have already discovered it.

On the other hand, Jiang Wuque did not say that he wanted to escape, not to mention that the Palace Master had his son, Jie Xinghen, in his hands.

It's no wonder that Jiang Wuque has stopped insisting on everything, and his life has reached such a situation that there will never be a day.

"What about the last seven years?" I asked him. "What kept you going?"

He was facing the wall, his freshly washed soft long hair fell behind him, and he was wearing a new white clothes. He was as silent as sitting in meditation. I thought maybe it was because his surroundings were too quiet, so quiet, that infected me.

The Palace Master suddenly appeared in the cell, and I stood up, lowering my head and trying to get out.

"You stay."

The moment I stretched out my hand and was about to push open the iron door, the Palace Master suddenly ordered.

So I closed the door and retreated to the wall a little farther away.

Always keep your head down.

I heard the rustling of clothes. This cell is very small, and everyone's movement can be heard clearly in every corner, so I slowed down my breathing, trying to get rid of my own weak sense of existence.

This is probably the second time, the hall asked me to stay aside and watch how he tortured Jiang Wuque with all means.

But I don't know why.

After a long silence, I slowly raised my head.

The man stood beside Jiang Wuque, looking down at the prisoner who had been sitting quietly.

The torch hangs high on the wall, projecting the figures of the two clearly on the ground.

"Is there anything else you didn't say?" The hall master suddenly asked, his voice was uniquely soft, almost melting into the darkness, "Why can you practice Mingyu Kung Fu, but I can't?"

I was stunned, but it was still for Ming Yu Gong.

The silent person is always silent, and the waiting person also waits silently. Both of them are very patient, as if they are in a competition of patience.

Finally, when his patience was exhausted, the palace master next to Jiang Wuque slowly leaned over, lifted up the long hair with his hands, pierced the ends of the hair with his fingertips, and then exerted a little force—frowning suddenly, Jiang Wuque's scalp was torn Tensioned, the jaw was raised, but the eyes were half-closed, as if not paying much attention—then let go of the hand suddenly, and the soft long hair fell straight through the fingers and piled on the ground.

This is not a big deal. The prisoner who has suffered all day is only missing a few hairs. I told myself not to make a fuss, so that I was too nervous and gasped heavily. Everything has just come to the end. Will give up easily.

As if to confirm my conjecture, the man approached, pinched Jiang Wuque's neck with five fingers together, and then sneered from the corners of his lips. With a characteristic voice, there was a moderate threat coming from the dark cell: "If you keep the secret, I will Then pass the Ming Yugong to your son, and your son and Tie Xinlan's son will die under your Yihua Palace's fame-making skills—but, he died of insanity!"

Some chips can always shock some people, even if it has been used thousands of times.

Jiang Wuque finally raised his eyes, and his voice was obscure and weak because he couldn't breathe, but the words were still coherent: "There is no secret, I have taught you all of Ming Yugong... There is no other way to practice."

"Really?" The hall master withdrew his hand, raised his sleeves, but threw the opponent heavily to the side, "In that case, let Tie Xinlan's son try it out. Now that I have reached the third stage, I will let him He has practiced to the fourth level, let's see if you, Jiang, are more talented?!"

There was no response, the young master Wu Que, who used to be excellent in martial arts for a while, can only barely support his body, but he can't even utter a word of rebuttal for his parents and children.

It's not that he didn't want to say it, but the more he said it, the more counterproductive it would be.

The once-a-day visits will not end easily, even if I already understand that Jiang Wuque has no lies or secrets, it is impossible for the master of the first palace to not see through such trivial matters, but he just wants to stimulate that Those who are powerless to fight back, because this can make themselves happy.

Standing up slowly, with a pair of eyes searching around, he suddenly opened his mouth, and a command came: "Go get a bucket of cold water, go quickly!"

"...Yes, yes!" I was startled before realizing that he was talking to me, so I hurriedly responded and left in a hurry.

When I returned to the cell with a bucket of water and pushed open the heavy iron door, the scene in front of me made me turn my head away suddenly.

Just because Jiang Wuque was sitting naked in the middle of the cell, all his clothes were removed, he was sitting on the cold cell floor with his body bent and bare back, and it was almost winter, when he saw this Dressing up, I walked past him and shivered.

The bucket was carefully placed on the side of the hall master, but he did not attract the attention of the other party. The person behind the mask who was always watching was Jiang Wuque.

I lowered my head and wanted to retreat to the corner first, but was suddenly stopped.

"Go and pour this bucket of water on his head." Dian did not take the initiative, but only ordered in a low voice.

I was stunned and raised my eyes to look. It just happened that my eyes were deflected behind the mask at this time. I met a gaze unexpectedly, dark and abrupt, and my heart froze immediately, as if I had controlled my hands and feet, and carried water to Jiang Wuque without saying a word walk in front of.

Standing in the middle of the cell, what I saw in front of my eyes was the naked/uncovered person. Apart from frowning, I didn't dare to show even a trace of displeasure on my face.

Jiang Wuque kept his head down, the bones on his back were distinct and jagged, and his long hair fell to his hands.

There were hideous scars all over the body, and under the warm firelight, the skin and flesh looked even paler. As far as a doctor is concerned, the difference between men and women is not very good at remembering. Jiang Wuque's body, to be honest, I have already Watched it thoroughly many times.

He was wounded, extremely thin, and had not seen the sun all year round, so his complexion was much paler than ordinary people. I poured a whole bucket of cold water over his head, and my long, wet hair stuck to his back, arms, and curled up feet. , the water gathered into a large puddle.

Jiang Wuque didn't move at all, only drops of water rapidly slid down his back.

I turned around and put the empty bucket back in the corner of the cell.

"Go and extinguish all the torches and light a candle." The command of the palace master came again.

Doing so, the condensed firelight in the room became one point, and the vision became darker and colder.

"Open the sunroof, too."

"Yes." I stepped on the superimposed wooden boards and instruments of torture and pushed open the skylight that I never used, and the bone-piercing cold wind poured in.

After doing everything well, I walked back to the Palace Master.

"Cough..." He just coughed lightly, without any other instructions.

Time passed by little by little, and I looked up from time to time. The hall master who had never said a word, and Jiang Wuque, who had never moved, the two of them stood in a silent stalemate until all the water stains on the ground dried up. Then the first drops of water fell drop by drop.

In the peaceful cell, cold wind blows in from the window from time to time. My teeth chatter from the cold, but I still have to clenched my teeth.

The hall master suddenly asked, "Is it cold?" I immediately lowered my head, held my breath, and didn't dare to move.

"Put it on when it's cold." The voice was already in front of me, so close, I raised my head and saw the Palace Master holding a robe in his hand.

The robe had just been taken off from him, so I naturally didn't dare to pick it up. I lowered my eyes and said in a very low voice: "...not cold, my subordinate..."

"Put it on." He walked around to my side and put the coat on me.

The instant warmth from body temperature made my heart tighten.

So he buried his head lower in a panic, "...Thank you, Palace Master."

He didn't say anything anymore, turned around, still looking at Jiang Wuque.

There was another silent confrontation. I sneaked a glance at the center of the cell, but Jiang Wuque was still insisting. In such a cold cell, with almost freezing water, and a body that was so weak that it could only be maintained by medicine, he was still persisting. I thought he would give up gradually, but this time he insisted on keeping himself awake, so that he could pass out unconsciously as soon as he closed his eyes, wouldn't that be better?

Why did he suddenly become stubborn this time?

The hall master looked up at the sky outside the window, "What time is it?" he asked suddenly.

I was surprised, "No, I don't know..."

After answering, he bit his lip hard, but it was better not to answer.

The hall master raised his foot and walked in front of Jiang Wuque, "It's been a long time, let's continue."

……

At first I thought the game was over, but I didn't expect it was just the beginning.

It lasted until late at night, and the hall master finally left in a dispirited mood.

I didn't explain anything when I left, so I watched the iron gate close, and ran to Jiang Wuque's side in the next instant.

"How are you?" I took off my coat and wrapped it around him. He moved, trying to tear off the clothes, but he was exhausted.

I know it's the robe of the temple lord, but his clothes are at his feet, all of which have been soaked in water.

I sighed, stretched out my hand, and hugged his naked/naked body from under my clothes, rubbing my palms back and forth on his icy back, like warming a stone buried in snow.

"Why didn't you admit defeat first..." I couldn't help asking, "The palace master just wants to wait until you can't support it."

He didn't answer, I finally rubbed his back for a little heat, and helped him to sit in a thatched corner of the cell, even took off my coat and wrapped it around him, and then closed the window and ordered Take all the torches and put them around him.

"Is it better?" I asked, the cell became brighter and warmer, and I saw that his face had turned blue at the moment.

The color of the lips has already changed, and it is frighteningly purple.

He leaned against the wall with half-closed eyes, but did not fall asleep.

I sat next to him and saw that he was as silent as a dead man, "You said you wouldn't harm me," I said, "but if you do this... you will really die."

He still didn't make a sound, I approached, and reached under my clothes to feel his pulse.

At least I have to make sure that he is safe and sound before I can safely go out to boil hot water, medicine, and ginger soup for him.

"I'm sorry..." He said abruptly.

I looked up and he had closed his eyes.

"...Only in this way...he can enjoy himself..."

The voice of the explanation was somewhat bitter, far from Jiang Wuque's own timbre.

"It's okay." I replied, it's not something I can ask at all.