There is No Bottleneck In My Practice Chapter 70

Chapter 70 Shot (seeking further reading)

Kyoto.

Since visiting the imperial city at night and knowing that Wushengjiao is also surnamed Ye, Liang Sheng hibernates again to calm down the agitated heart of the congenital queen.

However, the rebellious turmoil in the Ping An Palace in Kyoto continued. Every day, people were dragged to Caishikou for questioning, and new prisoners were taken into custody every moment in the sky prison.

After all, every time a dynasty rebellion occurs, countless people will be implicated. Liang Sheng didn't care about it until he accidentally saw one of the prisoners.

Grey hair, clavicles on both shoulders were pierced by fine steel, and an iron awl was pierced above the tailbone. One can imagine how wary everyone in the court was.

Xia Zhiqiu! ?

Liang Sheng couldn't help being stunned when he saw the old man. His long-standing memory struck him. He didn't expect that Xia Zhiqiu was still alive, but Xia Zhiqiu was still in the Ninth Level of Acquired Realm.

How difficult is the bottleneck of martial arts, how many martial arts talents step outside the bottleneck, unable to advance an inch, after all, there are very few people who have achieved innate talents in the world.

Although Xia Zhiqiu was in a state of embarrassment at the moment, his white clothes were stained with blood, but his expression was calm, as if he had accepted the result calmly and was ready to die generously.

Behind him, there are dozens of people crying and crying. There are a few men who look exactly like Xia Zhiqiu back then, and they are probably his descendants.

However, Liang Sheng was not much moved. After all, Xia Zhiqiu is a direct descendant of Prince Pingan's Mansion, so it is not surprising that this fate happened. It's just that Liang Sheng couldn't help but think of a figure in his mind at this moment.

If the opponent breaks through Houtian Nine Layers, they may not be able to live longer than now. Thinking of this, Liang Sheng closed the shop early this time, and Lao Zhang even thought something happened to him.

Liang Sheng went to the tea house in the east of the city after closing the store, and secretly concentrated his attention. Most of the rebel prisoners who came and went to **** rebels passed through here, and then they were escorted to Tianlao, Jingzhao Mansion and Dali Temple.

Perhaps sky prisons are rarely so busy, escorting prisoners one after another, just when the scorching sun was in the sky and the heat was unbearable, Liang Sheng's pupils couldn't help shrinking.

He actually came here to try his luck. He didn't expect that Zheng Wanchun really didn't die, and also broke through the Ninth Realm of Houtian. It's a pity that his current situation is no different from that of Xia Zhiqiu.

Liang Sheng was not impulsive, but watched Zheng Wanchun's family being escorted forward, and masters like Zheng Wanchun were indeed imprisoned in the prison.

This can't help but make Liang Sheng feel a little embarrassed. He tapped his finger on the table. He didn't intend to rescue Zheng Wanchun.

Weighing the pros and cons, Liang Sheng couldn't help but smile wryly. He still couldn't let go of the old friendship. Zheng Wanchun was pure friendship with him in Jinzhou City, and there was no interest in the year-end friendship. After all, he was a "trash" at the time.

People have their own bottom line after all. After thinking about it, Liang Sheng made up his mind and decided to check the situation of the prison first. If his own safety is guaranteed, then see if he can satisfy some of Zheng Wanchun's "reasonable last wishes" before his death.

In the next few days, Liang Sheng had a thorough understanding of the situation in the Heavenly Prison. It may be that Emperor Yanjing was busy arranging funeral affairs, and the rebellion could not be overthrown. Anyone can find out.

night.

Sky Prison.

Lao Zhou, known as the old devil of the blood prison, has been around for a long time today at the martial arts master of the second brand, and he still had a smile on his face when he came out.

But he was a little annoyed in his heart. These rebels of King Ping'an were all brave and fearless, and none of them were willing to show their unique skills.

Old Zhou was obsessed with martial arts, because their Zhou family was able to pass on the Heaven Prison Prison Head from generation to generation, because each generation was successful in martial arts.

This is still the knowledge of the ancestors of the Zhou family. Every time a martial artist is imprisoned, he will try his best to obtain the other party's unique skills.

In this way, as long as the descendants of the Zhou family have martial arts talent, they can try it out and choose the most suitable martial arts in their childhood.

Logically speaking, the Zhou family has already collected a lot of unique skills, but who would dislike having too many unique skills?

Lao Zhou had just finished torturing Xia Zhiqiu, who was once a third-rank official in the Shangshu Mansion, but the other party was tough, and he didn't get anything.

He wanted to continue to visit Zheng Wanchun, but for some reason, he felt a sudden chill in his heart, and then stopped going forward.

His Zhou family also has a bloodline inheritance ability, that is, seeking good fortune and avoiding evil. If not, how could they have passed on the Tianlao for so many years without accidents?

Old Zhou believed in his intuition, so he turned around and left without even thinking about it. How many times has he avoided death because of this kind of determination?

But at this time, he couldn't help but have a thought in his heart, could it be that Zheng Wanchun has some background, otherwise why is this so?

As long as the prisoner who made him feel this way back then, which one didn't he get out of prison safely? Lao Zhou even deliberately sold it in advance and got a lot of benefits.

Looks like I have to take a bottle of good wine to see Zheng Wanchun tomorrow.

Just when Lao Zhou turned and left without hesitation, Liang Sheng in the shadow at the corner couldn't help raising his eyebrows. He was wearing the clothes of a prison guard at the moment, and his whole face was adjusted with health-preserving exercises, returning to his old age.

interesting.

Zheng Wanchun was lying on his side in the corner with his eyes closed at this time, maybe because he was worried that they were all masters of the acquired ninth level. Although the imperial court had sealed off their cultivation, they were still carefully locked up alone.

He heard Liang Sheng's footsteps at this time, but he didn't raise his head, but the next moment, he opened his eyes suddenly, because the cell door opened.

However, the light was dim at the moment, and he couldn't see the other party's appearance clearly for a while, but the other party was actually holding a food plate with a jug of wine on it.

Beheaded meal?

Didn't expect it to come so soon?

Seeing the jailer put the food plate in front of him, Zheng Wanchun couldn't help feeling a little dazed, but this was the jailer sitting directly opposite him.

"Captain Zheng, long time no see!"

Zheng Wanchun suddenly raised his head and stared at Liang Sheng. His long-standing memories instantly flooded his mind, and he was so excited that he couldn't speak for a while.

"Don't get excited, it's me, Boss Zheng, you can speak softly."

Zheng Wanchun quickly lowered his head at this time, he is worthy of being a master of the acquired nine levels, he quickly adjusted his mood, and asked softly: "Brother Sheng, aren't you dead?"

"Yeah, I died once, so now I specially come to see you off, to end the friendship between us."

Speaking of this, Liang Sheng made a sudden move, and a stream of pure innate internal energy was injected into Zheng Wanchun's body, and then the refined steel cone of his clavicle and coccyx fell off directly.

Zheng Wanchun couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw this, his heart was overwhelmed.

Innate Grandmaster! ?

He had a lot to say at this time but didn't know where to start, but Liang Sheng picked up the wine glass to pour the wine, and then raised his glass.

"please."

Zheng Wanchun quickly picked up the wine glass and drank it down. Liang Sheng seemed to know what he wanted to ask, so he spoke directly.

"My situation is a bit complicated. If it weren't for the death of Chief Boss Zheng, I'm afraid we would never see each other in this lifetime.

This time I am here to send Zheng Butou on his last journey. I don't know if you have any wishes. As long as it does not exceed the scope of my tolerance, I can help you achieve it. "

Zheng Wanchun felt as if a basin of water had been poured down his heart, and he calmed down. King Pingan and Xuankong were both in the north of the imperial city, yet he had delusions that he shouldn't have?

Zheng Wanchun is a free and easy person. Looking at Liang Sheng's cold eyes, he also knows that he wants to go out, but it is whimsical.

But it's better than the death of the whole family and the severance of blood inheritance!

"Brother Sheng, my life has been extremely wonderful. Although I have today's consequences, I have no regrets. It's just that my young grandson is still in his infancy. It has nothing to do with this matter. I wonder if you can let him live. Pass me on. The blood of the Zheng family?"

"Yes, I will help him find a good family and grow up safely."

Liang Sheng thought for a while, then nodded and agreed. An ignorant child is irrelevant, but it would be troublesome for an adult.

Hearing this, Zheng Wanchun couldn't help toasting again, but there was silence between the two of them. When Liang Sheng finally broke the silence and understood the situation of Zheng Wanchun's young grandson, he got up and left.

"Catcher Zheng, with my inner energy today, you can recover your peak strength for half an hour. After I rescue your young grandson, if you want to do something, do it as much as you want, and I just hope you don't regret it."

After finishing speaking, Liang Sheng turned around and walked out of the cell door. On the other side, Lao Zhou was still on duty drinking some wine, when suddenly a man in jailer's clothes appeared in front of him.

"Old Blood Prison?"

Old Zhou couldn't help being stiff all over, with peanuts in his hands, but he didn't dare to say a word at this time, feeling overwhelming pressure on his body.

He is roaring in his heart now, the hairs on his back stand up, and the cold sweat drips on his forehead. There are only four words lingering in his heart, full of disbelief.