Fang Chen has been in Shichuan County for more than ten years and has been in prison for the first time in which he is imprisoned by prisoners.

The smell of moldy and rusty, the smell of decay and foul smell, and scattered figures sitting or lying in the dim shadows.

Their eyes were either dull, numb, desperate, or fierce.

Liu Hao found him a single room, which was quite clean and had to pay tribute to live in on weekdays.

"Master, these are the medicines."

Liu Hao put the wounded medicine next to Fang Chen, and then whispered: "The people you killed are subordinates of the King of Weinan. This matter is not easy to deal with. Don't blame the disciples."

Fang Chen grabbed the wound medicine and applied it to the wound on his body, nodding gently: "Go."

Liu Hao sighed and took the people away, but before leaving, he also instructed the prison guard to treat Fang Chen well.

After applying medicine to himself, Fang Chen leaned gently against the wall and closed his eyes and rested.

Over the past decade, everything here has become more and more real, so real that occasionally he may even forget his origin.

Whenever this moment comes, he will remember that he once asked for the other side of Xuankong Temple.

How could he forget all this before he had passed the sea of ​​suffering?

"The real hollyhock has forgotten, Bu Qingchen has forgotten, Bu Qingyu has forgotten, Fang Yunmeng has forgotten, and I don't know if Gu Shuai has forgotten.

If everything in front of me is a test of the Immortal Sect, what does the Immortal Sect want? Do I have to wait and not forget the past, or do I have to wait and not forget the world in the world."

"What are you talking about? Are you still letting me sleep?"

Someone next door shouted angrily at Fang Chen.

Seeing Fang Chen ignored him, the other party frowned and looked at him a few times. When he saw Fang Chen's wounds were ferocious and covered in blood, he couldn't help but say in surprise:

"How come you were so seriously injured?"

Fang Chen still ignored it.

The other party seemed very angry and stood up slowly, his strong body as if it were a door panel, tightly pressed against the fences on both sides. At this time, he saw Fang Chen's appearance clearly and immediately said in a lost voice:

"Ji Liang?"

"Are you... Gu Shuai?"

Fang Chen finally made some noise.

Nowadays, Gu Shuai is covered in wind and frost, and there are several hideous scars. He is very excited when he sees Fang Chen:

"It's me, it's me."

Fang Chen didn't expect that he would meet Gu Shuai again, and the two became prisoners.

After talking, Fang Chen learned that Gu Shuai was arrested because after he killed the escort, the government had been chasing him and never stopped.

He hid for more than ten years, but was finally caught and was killed three days later.

"Oh, I only have three days left to live. Although you have killed someone, it will take some time before Qiuhou asked for the death. We are going on the road by staggering it, and I don't know if we can see each other again on the road to the underworld."

Gu Shuai smiled bitterly.

The prisoners nearby were secretly shocked when they heard the conversation between the two. What are the origins of these two people? They all want to ask the masters to kill them?

"Fellow Taoist Gu Shuai, do you remember the past?"

Fang Chen Dao.

"Past events? What past events? Did we first come to Ishikawa Prefecture? I naturally remember that when we went to drink tea, we didn't have any silver on our bodies, and it was Fang Yunmeng who took off his earrings and settled the account for us."

Gu Shuaidao.

“Let’s go further.”

Fang Chen Dao.

“More forward…”

Gu Shuai frowned and pondered for a while, shook his head: "What else is there to move forward? It's not those messy things."

Fang Chen thought for a while, "I can't send you there in three days, but they may come here, so you can meet again."

"They? You said Bu Qingchen? Haha, he had seen me some time ago."

Gu Shuai looked sneered: "Now he is a big shot, I am just a prisoner waiting for death and no longer a friend."

"He knows you're back?"

Fang Chen frowned slightly.

"I know, why? He didn't tell you? I just said that this kid has changed. He has turned against others for only a few years.

Think about it, if it weren't for me, would that trouble be so easy to solve? He wouldn't have thought of staying in the escort agency."

Gu Shuai sneered repeatedly.

Fang Chen did not respond.

Three days later, the official sent in and took Gu Shuai away. Gu Shuai was not afraid when he left, but for some reason he was a little confused and asked Fang Chen:

"Ji Liang, did I really forget something?"

"Go away quickly, don't talk nonsense!"

Without waiting for Fang Chen to answer, the official officer had already pushed Gu Shuai out.

"Hahaha, I'm another hero in 18 years!!"

A few days later, Zhao Blacksmith and his wife came to prison to deliver some food to Fang Chen. Before leaving, Zhao Blacksmith whispered:

"I will take good care of the yard for you. I have spent money to handle it. I heard that there is a war outside now, and your affairs may have a turnaround."

Since then, Zhao Blacksmith and his wife will come to explore Fang Chen every two or three months, and at the same time give some silver to the jailers here.

I don’t know when, Fang Chen became taciturn, holding a dead grass all day long, staring at it with his invisible eyes.

When a prison guard saw this scene, he would start to be curious about it, but they would be accustomed to it as the days passed.

One day a few years later, a prison guard said to his colleagues with excitement as soon as he came to change shifts:

"Have you heard that, the rebels led by the King of Weinan were completely wiped out a few years ago. The new emperor's martial arts are so powerful that the world will be peaceful for a while."

"Haha, what does this have to do with me? No matter how hard I fight, it will not affect our small place."

“That’s right…”

Time passes, and time passes.

Fang Chen's face became more wrinkles and his hair gradually turned gray. I don't know when it started, but he found that it would be very difficult for him to stand up and take two steps.

My body bones seemed to be rusted.

During this period, the prisoners in the prison changed several times, and the prisoners also came and walked around, but Fang Chen was always detained without any movement.

He no longer remembers when the last time Zhao Blacksmith and his wife came. He only remembers the last time that Zhao Blacksmith's wife came, but Zhao Blacksmith disappeared.

The door of the prison cell was suddenly opened, and a prison guard looked at Fang Chen up and down, then chuckled:

"Old blind man, you are lucky. The new master heard that you killed dozens of Weinan kings' subordinates and said that you did not break the law, and now you are free."

"We didn't break the law, let us go!"

The prisoners around him immediately started to cheer.

The jailer sneered and glanced at the guys: "This old blind man has been locked up here for a total of 44 years. You are still early, wait."

"Forty-four years?"

A hoarse voice came from Fang Chen's mouth, and his gray eyes looked at the detective:

"I've been here for forty-four years?"

When the constable saw Fang Chen's appearance, he was shocked, and then he came back to his senses and said with dissatisfaction:

"Yes, it's been forty-four years, don't talk nonsense, hurry up and go out. After raising you forty-four years, you still want to die here if you still want to die."

"Give me a stick, the old blind man can't see the road."

A smile appeared on Fang Chen's face.

The constable didn't say anything nonsense, so he found a wooden stick on the spot and handed it to Fang Chen. Then, under his urging, Fang Chen finally left this place where there was no sight.

"Forty-four years...it's just a little bit...it's just a little bit..."

Fang Chen muttered to himself as he walked.

His clothes were torn and rotten, because he hadn't taken a bath for many years and had a foul smell. Passers-by would pinch his nose and take a detour when they saw it.

Before he knew it, he returned to the door of his former yard.

"Where are the beggars coming from? Get out of here."

A woman walked out of the yard and pinched her nose, and Fang Chen scolded him angrily.

"May I ask, is Zhao Blacksmith's family next door still here?"

Fang Chen asked softly.

"Blacksmith Zhao?"
Chapter completed!