In prison, it was dark and damp.

A night passed by in a flash.

Su Ting sat cross-legged without moving at all.

But he had no symptoms of stiffness and poor blood circulation.

Although a wisp of true energy was eliminated last night, a wisp of hard work was consumed last night, and even though he was in this prison where evil energy was condensed last night, his complexion seemed to be better than yesterday.

He opened his eyes, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, revealing a deep thought, thinking to himself.

"I, Su Ting, was a human being for two lifetimes, and my soul and soul are fusion. In terms of spiritual strength, I am naturally not comparable to ordinary people. In addition, I have cut off a strand of the Yin God of the Master to replenish the soul and have more outstanding features. And in the sea of ​​consciousness, there is the inheritance of the Daojun Lu Ya, condensed into a gourd, formed into a flying knife to kill the immortals, and can protect me from all evil."

"As for the physical body, I practice the thunder immortal method, the most yang and strong, and the most domineering. After the evil energy enters the body, it is completely refined. After the night comes, the Taoist practice does not decrease but increases."

His practice has improved significantly, which is quite amazing. Although he has not been practicing for a long time, he has already cultivated three wisps of true energy.

I spent a wisp last night, but in this prison, I practiced with the help of evil energy and used the thunder method to refine it, and I actually cultivated three wisps of true energy, which was in line with the previous one, and there were as many as five paths.

"It is rumored that the thirteen wisps of true qi have condensed, even if it is the peak of this realm, and my five wisps of true qi have passed half of them."

Su Ting thought this way, suddenly felt a little regretful and said to me, "Prison is a forbidden place for cultivators to destroy the Taoist practice, but for me, the thunder law inheritance, it is a place of spiritual charm. However, the evil spirit in this prison is the evil spirit accumulated by prisoners for many years. It has been refined by me and it will not take long to recover in the future."

The evil spirit is completely destroyed and the prison is empty, which is no longer conducive to practice. Su Ting is a little disappointed, but he doesn't feel much regretful.

After all, he still has a sister at home, so he can't stay in prison and keep silent practice?

Thinking of this, Su Ting got up and moved his muscles and bones left and right.

In fact, his true qi is in his body, and his qi and blood flow smoothly, so he will naturally not be depressed. However, after sitting for a long time, it is not a bad thing to move occasionally for a few times.

"I spent my hard work last night and was in this dark and damp place of evil spirits. If it were an ordinary person, I should have been weak and even had a serious illness, but my true qi protects my body, but I still have enough energy and spirit."

Su Ting had some activity, knocked on the prison door, closed his eyes slightly, and secretly thought: "In theory, things should spread, and that Lord Fang probably would come to let me go too."

As soon as I thought about it, I heard the footsteps coming in a hurry.

Fang Qing walked quickly, showed awe on his face, and bowed and said, "Mr. Su has been waiting for a long time."

"Soon, not long."

Su Ting showed a bright smile on his face.

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"The stolen jade pendant has been verified and has nothing to do with Mr. Su." Fang Qing paused for a moment and emphasized: "The evidence is conclusive. According to the law, we should not continue to lock up Mr. Su."

"It's so good. You have to prove your innocence before you can get out of this cell." Su Ting smiled and said, "Otherwise, you don't understand and break the rules again, why is it better?"

"What Mr. Sir said is very true." Fang Qing said this, and then he was a little reluctant to say something, but he finally figured out something, sighed, and said, "Is the incident last night related to Mr. Sir?"

"What happened last night?" Su Ting smiled slightly and said, "Last night, Su was in this cell. The cell was dark and damp, which made me feel sore and painful. As for the outside world, what does it have to do with me? Besides, I am here, no one has told me about the outside world, so how can I know? These words of the adults are really confused."

Fang Qing glanced at it and saw that the young man who seemed young seemed increasingly unfathomable. He only sighed in a low voice: "Last night, the constable Zhao Wo killed the Wang family's son by mistake."

"Oh?" Su Ting looked calm, without any surprise. He obviously knew it. He was too lazy to hide it, and he just said casually: "Good and evil will be rewarded, and it is natural."

Fang Qing felt awe-inspiring in his heart, and for a moment he didn't know how to speak. He just remembered that Su Ting was in prison, but the two outside killed each other, which really made people feel extremely frightened.

"Sir." Su Ting suddenly spoke.

"Sir, please speak." Fang Qing did not dare to neglect.

"I saw that the prison was dark and humid, the climate was bad, and the terrain was not good. I felt a little uncomfortable after staying overnight. I thought that the prisoners who lived in this prison often had accidents?" Su Ting asked.

"This..." Fang Qing felt more and more shocked when he heard this, and he was more and more afraid to be negligent. He hurriedly whispered: "The dungeon is not a good place. There are indeed many prisoners who have lived in prison for a long time, either suffer from illness, or die suddenly, or go crazy about it. Even the prison guards are mostly full of rheumatism."

After pausing, Fang Qing sighed, "It would be fine if it was a death row prisoner, but not all those in this prison were death row prisoner. They were often a little crazy, and even died suddenly. These are my sins. When they were passed on to it, they were often scolded."

Speaking of this, Fang Qing showed a self-deprecating look and said, "I have been blamed many times for this, and even been criticized for this, making it difficult to be promoted. It has really affected the career of the government."

When Su Ting heard this, he was a little surprised.

The laws and regulations of the Great Zhou Dynasty actually began to pay attention to prisoners, not to abuse, not to die suddenly, and not to make mistakes... In Su Ting's eyes, this was already beginning to pay attention to the personal safety of prisoners.

It seems that the laws and regulations have been improved a lot since the Great Zhou Dynasty. It is not a rough and incomplete ancient feudal court.

Thinking of this, Su Ting nodded slightly, then patted Fang Qing on the shoulder, and said softly: "I have done it for you last night to eliminate the evil spirit in prison. You don't feel so cold this time?"

"Cold?" Fang Qing was stunned when he heard this.

"In the next few years, such things will not happen." Su Ting continued.

"Thank you, sir." Fang Qing was overjoyed. If this was the case, then he would have lost a piece of criticized words on his back, and his career would be smoother in the future.

"You don't have to be polite. The adults treat me like a guest, with a good manner and caring attentive care. Su must not forget it." Su Ting patted his shoulder and said, "This matter is aborted. If you have something to do in the future, you will have to trouble Lord Fang to take care of him."

"Fang should do his best to do what Mr. Su is doing." Fang Qing bowed and bowed.

"That's thank you." Su Ting raised his hand and patted Fang Qing on the shoulder again. He was a little reluctant to let go of this gesture of elders to support younger generations, so he patted twice more.

And before they knew it, the two had already walked to the door of the cell.

And the prison guards in front were already as stupid as a wooden chicken.

What did they see?

They saw Lord Fang from Luoyue County and a young master of the Su family with a young face.

But this Lord Fang, who is over forty years old and has an extraordinary temperament and has always been serious and upright, laughed with a smile, his body was slightly lowered, and his posture was extremely respectful.

The boy, who seemed less than sixteen years old, smiled and chatted and laughed calmly. From time to time, he stretched out his hand and patted Lord Fang on the shoulder twice, as if his elders were taking care of his younger generation.

This is a bit incredible!

The identities of the two, their age, and their seniority seemed to be reversed at this moment.

"Boss, are we dazzled?"

"No, I must have drunk too much."

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Chapter completed!