I, Jin Yiwei, Guard the Sky Prison For a Hundred Years

　　 Mei Jin and Cao Zhengchun haven't seen each other for a long time, so they will inevitably have to chat for a while.

　　 Big things and small things, care about everything, just like an ordinary elder.

　　 And Mei Jin doesn't find it annoying, but some fragments in his memory are exceptionally clear, whether it is in the past or the present.

　　 The two were chatting vigorously, but there was a little **** outside the courtyard trotting all the way.

　　 Seeing that Mei Jin is here, he directly kneels down to ask for peace.

　　 "I have seen the Governor and Master Mei."

　　 Cao Zhengchun put away his kind appearance, his expression gradually cold.

　　 "Get up, what's the matter?"

　　 The little **** looked at Mei Jin, but he stopped talking, but saw that Cao Zhengchun's face suddenly became bad, the little **** immediately said.

"According to the report from the spies, the blood knife ancestor entered the customs three days ago. Yesterday, he had passed Wulikou. He killed dozens of Zhuanghan in Cuiyun Mountain outside the city. Three of the bodies have been found today."

　　 Mei Jin was taken aback when he heard the words, and it was the blood knife door again? Some of them had suddenly entered Beijing since March, and even the blood knife ancestors have come over today.

　　 What are you trying to do?

　　 Lu Jianxing went to send a confession to the interrogation today. Mei Jin regretted a little at this time, as he knew he had asked.

　　 Cao Zhengchun was expressionless when he heard the words.

　　 "Oh? That's it? Is it necessary for our family to deal with a master of True Qi?"

　　 The little **** was shocked when he heard the words, and immediately knelt down and kowtow.

　　 "The factory's anger was relieved. This incident was not intended to annoy the factory's father. It was just a few days ago that a group of disciples of the blood knife were arrested. During this period of daily interrogation, they said that they only came to Beijing for one thing."

　　 Cao Zhengchun held up the teacup and blew a breath.

　　 "This is interesting, what can make the head of the blood knife come over in person and talk about it."

　　 The little **** raised his head, his eyes pierced.

　　 "Rama's body!"

With a snap, the tea cup fell and shattered to the ground, Cao Zhengchun looked like a copper bell for a moment.

　　 "It turned out to be Rama's body!"

　　 Mei Jin's mind flashed.

　　 This Rama's body has some impressions, as if it were something from a movie in a previous life.

　　 A dry corpse, divided into two, is the corpse of the Buddhist master Rama. The corpse contains profound martial arts and is wonderful and extraordinary.

　　Break limbs can be reborn, blindness can restore vision, even if the whole body is paralyzed, it can also make people dead and spring, and if the **** learns from him, he can regenerate the root of desire and make up for the disabled body.

　　 Looking at Cao Zhengchun on the side, Mei Jin can clearly feel the other's desire.

　　 In other words, the person in this world who most wants to get Rama's body must be the eunuch, and his uncle is an eunuch.

　　 As if thinking of something, Cao Zhengchun asked.

　　 "Have you blocked the news? Does anyone know about this now?"

　　 As soon as the little **** wanted to answer, Mei Jin said aloud.

　　 "This news should be delivered by Lu Jianxing, a hundred households in Jinyiwei, today?"

　　 The little **** nodded. Mei Jin sighed.

　　 "Yes, then I can't hide it, the blood knife gate prisoner was in jail three months ago. How many people have been interrogated during this period, and how many people know about it?"

　　 "The news came from Tianlao, which means that Six Doors and Xichang also know about it, and if Six Doors and Xichang know about it, then all the people in Chaozhong must know about it."

　　 There is no way, whether it is Jinyiwei or six doors, as long as they are engaged in intelligence, mutual penetration has long been commonplace.

　　 This kind of information from the grassroots, if one family knows, it means everyone knows.

　　 This is also a state where each family acquiesces to each other, common information is shared with each other, and special information is collected separately.

　　 But the news this time came from a place like Tianjao, so I couldn't hide it.

　　 Cao Zhengchun naturally knows this truth, and blocking the news has no meaning at all.

　　 "Xiaomei, don't run around in the past few days, I'm afraid that the capital will not be peaceful."

　　 Just as the major structures of the DPRK and China are infiltrating each other, there will naturally be people from the court in the arena.

　　In this martial arts world, the rivers and lakes and the court are inseparable, and there is no secret to each other.

　　 And the most indispensable people in the arena are people who join in the fun, let alone the remains of Rama.

　　 I am afraid that in a few days, a large number of masters will enter Beijing.

　　 Cao Zhengchun worried about Mei Jin's safety, so he told him not to run around.

　　 Mei Jin is not worried about his safety.

　　 After all, I want to say where is the safest in the capital, one is the imperial city, and the other is the sky prison.

　　 The highest density of court masters are these two places.

　　 He really didn't believe anyone who dared to break into the prison.

　　 He thought of another thing.

　　 There should be a lot of criminals in this world of people, right?

　　...

　　 In a hidden ruined temple on the outskirts of the capital, two disheveled female corpses were lying on the ground like rags. A monk with a big waist and a round waist was cooking and wondering, while a bald-headed old monk was sitting by the side.

　　 Soon, the water in the pot boiled, and an indescribable smell of meat permeated.

　　 The big-waisted monk held a bowl and personally delivered it to the old monk.

　　 "Master, the meal is ready, you have a bite."

　　The old monk glanced at the broth, did not start, but looked at the entrance of the temple, and after a while, another middle-aged monk ran in.

"Master, find out clearly. Shengdi and the commander of Jin Yiwei and Qinglong were killed three months ago. The rest of the disciples and grandchildren should be locked in the sky prison. Baoxiang sneaked into the Liu mansion with a group of Erlang today, but they were affected. After the ambush, all except the treasure elephant were killed. UU reading www.uukanshu.com, the treasure elephant is currently healing in the city, and there is no danger for the time being."

　　 It turns out that the old man headed is the ancestor of the blood knife.

　　 A few months ago, he received news that Zhang Haiduan, the chief assistant of the Great Yan Dynasty, obtained half of Rama's body from an envoy of the Western Regions.

　　 He acted decisively and let his apprentices and grandchildren enter the customs in batches to find out the news in the capital.

　　 Coincidentally, this group of disciples and grandchildren relied on the blood knife door to do anything outside the customs. Unfortunately, as soon as they entered the Central Plains, they ran into the Jin Yiwei commander Qinglong.

　　 The ending can be imagined. The first batch of blood knife disciples who entered the customs were directly made dumplings by Qinglong. The best martial arts were killed on the spot, and the remaining few fishes and shrimps were also imprisoned in the sky prison.

　　 After knowing this, the second batch of people converged a lot in an instant, but converging does not mean that they are smart.

　　 A group of people knew the address of Zhang Haiduan's government office, and without a word, they rushed to the door with someone.

　　 Little did they know that their whereabouts had been discovered by the other party long ago. On the opposite side, a gentleman was invited to enter the urn.

　　 Before the old blood knife arrived, his doorman was killed twice.

　　 This blood knife ancestor does not feel distressed, but rather embarrassing.

　　 At the same time, I also secretly made up my mind that in the future, the blood knife disciples will also have a threshold, at least to be smart. These two losses are by no means too strong for the other party, it is really to be sent by yourself.

　　 Rama didn't smell the body, and he was consumed twice.

　　 Now I finally came here, okay, the matter of Rama's body is no longer a secret.

　　 There are already a lot of sects on the rivers and lakes that have received the wind, and they are all rushing to the capital.

　　 The ancestor of the blood knife simply waited, and waited until there were more people in the capital, and now I’m going to charge myself, isn’t this just a gift?