This is a dungeon without seeing the sun. The lively piano sounds that had been heard into the dungeon every day, and it had been cut off for two days.

No one could have expected that Su Ji, who was once called Luofu Yushu, would now stay in such a dusty place wearing heavy shackles, and could only watch the spider spitting silk and knotting webs to pass the time.

Su Ji had been lost, depressed, and desperate at the beginning, and now his eyes were dull and his beard was full of stubble. It seemed that he had changed someone else.

But if someone deliberately observes him, he will find that Su Ji is already very much like the spider.

The most powerful thing about spiders is not the ability to spin silk and webs, nor is it terrifying vision or the agility when culling prey. The most powerful thing about spiders is that they can wait.

If the web is broken, the spider will never be frustrated. It will take advantage of the time to make a new web immediately, and it will definitely be stronger and stronger than the previous time.

The deep footsteps sounded from far to near, and the thousand-pound iron gate that had not been opened for a long time slowly rose under the sound of the mechanism opening.

Su Ji seemed to raise his head unconsciously, his eyes dissipated.

The man was wearing dark purple clothes, with dead gray gems on his collar, which was the same color as his eyes. Runes were painted on his cuffs, like the mantra of rebirth drawn by Taoist priests in rituals.

Someone came to enjoy it: "The Yushu, which was formerly Luofu, is no different from the weeds on the roadside now."

Before he finished speaking, his expression changed.

Because Su Ji's eyes turned white.

Chichi!

The visitor seemed to be trapped in an invisible net. The more he struggled, the more painful he felt. His neck became thick and red, and he wanted to scream but couldn't.

Suddenly, the person who came loosened his neck. He seemed to be fished out of the water and gasped in big mouthfuls. At this time, fresh air was more precious to him than gold.

Then, his neck tightened suddenly.

"No." Inhale the last breath of air, the person who came to speak out with all his strength.

The neck loosened again, and the person who came seemed to have returned to heaven from hell.

Su Ji said lightly: "Key."

The person came to say, "I don't."

Neck is tightened.

The person who came trembled his sleeves, and a key that looked like a tombstone fell in front of Su Ji.

Su Ji did not use his hand wearing shackles to pick it up.

The key automatically pops up from the ground and is inserted into the key hole accurately without turning.

The shackles were constantly thinning, and Su Ji's hands and feet were able to remove them.

If it were an ordinary lock, he would have broken it long ago. The shackles were called the Immortal Burial Screw. The Heavenly Court of the Great Jin Dynasty used it specifically to deal with the people in the Heavenly Prison who could be ranked among the immortals. Only by inserting the key hole with a matched key, under the action of a force similar to the internal family's true energy, the shackles would turn from thick arms to thin thumbs, allowing the hands and feet of people wearing shackles to be free.

But Su Ji knew very well that this was definitely not the Heavenly Prison in the capital of Jin State.

He let out a light breath. The air in the dungeon was no different from the past, but he was enjoying the taste of freedom at this moment.

Only by losing freedom can you know how precious it is. He vowed not to lose it again in the future.

After twisting his wrist, Su Ji walked to the person who came and looked at him quietly and said, "What's the name."

"Black Seven." Come and say.

Su Ji said: "Where is this?"

Hei Qi said honestly: "At the end of the Hexi Corridor, further forward is Yangguan. It is useless for you to go out. Now you are no longer the Yushu Su Zisi, who is proud of Qingwei Daoting, but the abandoned disciple of Qingwei Daoting. Everyone in the world knows that you stole the inherited token of Qingwei Daoting, the Purple Strip Immortal Clothing. Except for us, no one dares to take you, Qingwei Daoting."

Su Ji said: "You?"

Hei Qi looked at Su Ji and sneered: "Yes, we. Do you want to know who we are?"

Su Ji said: "I don't want to."

Hei Qi showed horror on his face. When he saw Su Ji's eyes rolling, he finally remembered a rumor about him, and he couldn't help but rolling his eyes.

It means that when Su Ji rolled his eyes, it means that he would not spoil that person and he must pay an extremely painful price. Often, this price is the life of that person.

A white and clean palm stroked Hei Qi's head like a breeze.

Thirteen Palms of Qingfeng!

This is the martial arts that ranks among the top in the Qingwei Sect.

Hei Qi's head seemed fine, but red and white liquid slowly flowed out of his seven orifices, which were blood and brain matter.

Hei Qi slowly fell to the ground, and Su Ji walked past him, and did not go through his relics, nor did he take away the Immortal Burial. He knew that anything he brought here would become a clue to expose his own actions.

Of course he was too impulsive and did not interrogate Kuroki carefully.

But Su Ji is such a person. He thought it was easier and more neat to kill Hei Qi, so he killed him.

Spiders can wait, but when they cull their prey, they can be described as wolfing down.

The world is as cruel as nature, and sometimes it cannot tolerate too much calm thinking.

What's more, although he has nothing, he is not tired. But there is nothing wrong with acting happily on his heart.

...

From the ground, there is a rockery, and this is a general's mansion.

Su Ji looked at the east side, where there was only a loft. When he fell into disheartened and despair, a vibrant piano sound aroused his fighting spirit and made him excited. Only then could he get inspiration from the spider, transform the innate purple qi in his body into things like spider silk, and create a martial art that was unprecedented - refining qi into silk, allowing him to escape from the trap.

Hei Qi's martial arts attainments are not low. If he had prepared for a long time, he would never have controlled Su Ji as soon as he met. But without the if, he would never have thought that Su Ji would create a martial art like refining Qi into silk.

If he had created such martial arts in the past, Su Ji would have been somewhat proud, but now he cares more about the people in the attic.

The sound of the piano should have come from that attic, and he wanted to thank the owner of the piano.

If he was not wrong, the other party should be a young girl at the age of age and extremely talented, and many men should be inferior to her.

Su Ji had already made up his mind that even if she was not that good-looking, he would repay her. Of course, she must be very beautiful. If she was an ugly woman, then her heart would be as transparent and charming as crystal.

A person's beauty is not limited to appearance, but also to the soul.

People with wise eyes can appreciate it.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Then Su Ji bounced his finger and the air silk shot out a great distance. In an instant, Su Ji seemed to fly up. He had already climbed up a tall cypress tree. The air silk was retracted and shot out again. With the pull of the air silk, Su Ji went to a farther place like a swing.

The Qingwei Sect's ultimate light skills Xiaoyaoyou combined with the innate weather silk to make Su Ji look like a free flying flower, and he entered the attic silently.

After a while, Su Ji walked out with a pale face.

...

The Fubian General's Mansion, which controls the border defenses near Yangguan, will set up a mourning hall today.

The Fubian General's family has been soldiers for generations, but in his generation, he gave birth to a young lady who likes Wenmo. She was only fifteen years old and was only the best in Hexi.

He was born brightly and charmingly, so he naturally became the dream goddess of many young people in Hexi.

But a serious illness sent the girl away.

It was the prime general Fubian who had grayish hair for several days, but he still straightened his back and wanted to accompany his daughter to complete the last journey of the world.

A guest of unknown origin broke into the mourning hall and cried.

The guests looked at each other, and even the generals who were fumbled were surprised.

This guest of unknown origin suddenly came in, and naturally a servant came forward to inquire.

Just as a servant approaches him, he will be shaken to the ground.

In this way, although the guests cried, they were also a challenge.

General Fubian's confidant soldier stepped forward, intending to catch this rude guy.

But he walked out of the mourning hall one step ahead of time and walked very quickly, but no one caught him.

General Fubian called a confidant and gave some instructions.

"This person knows martial arts." As his confidant left, General Fubian said silently.

He clenched his hands tightly and his skin turned blue and black.

This is a middle- and low-grade martial arts iron cloth shirt, which is very famous among foreign kung fu. Because a general in the Great Jin Divine Army practiced iron cloth shirts to the thirteenth level, and led 18 cavalry to the Western Desert and slaughtered a country. He was unprecedented, and no one came later, and his martial arts were great.

What is unknown is that this general Fubian was one of the eighteen cavalry.

The fist slowly loosens and the skin turns into a normal color.
Chapter completed!