ge.Of course, it could not be compared to the Chu state, which had nearly unified half of Nanyue. However, it was far superior to the Yang state, whose ancestral temple had collapsed."Chun Si" is the..."Hey! Newcomer! Why aren't you talking"

Although the prison cells of Fengdu were dim and gloomy, they were relatively clean. The straw mats on the floor provided a slight warmth, and there wasn't any overpowering smell.

After all, this current Lord of the Underworld enjoys sun-drying.

The chatty prisoner in the next cell, was always chattering.

Wang Wei remained silent.

He used to talk a lot and loved to ask questions.

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Later, the master said that keeping silent could make you appear like a master.

He tried his best to keep silent.

He also asked why his master's words were so numerous.

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The master's answer was a head-scratcher, along with the statement, "I am already a master, no need to pretend."

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Master, you are so elegant.

Wang Wei still had his clean-shaven head, of course, his face was no longer the same. King Zhao personally helped him disguise himself, so that no one could tell his true appearance.

The neighbor next door was leaning against a haystack, picking lice and muttering, "You've been here for three days! You haven't said a word in three days. You must have something on your mind."

"You know, I should have told them, that next time someone moves in, why not just stay at my place across the hall We'd be neighbors then. At least say hello."

Where are you from Tell me about it.

"You don't even look like a monk with a shaved head, you just look fierce."

"Hey! Bald head! Don't you get lonely staying in this creepy place"

Perhaps the word "loneliness" is very touching.

Wang Wei finally spoke, "I've been in the prison of Qi before, but I didn't feel particularly lonely."

He sat against the wall, his eyes downcast: "Not because of jail."

“Well, what else could it be! Haha.” The gossipy neighbor looked quite young and was attractive. His injuries didn't seem to affect his cheerfulness at all: “Let's chat a bit Talking helps with the loneliness.”

Wang Wei did not speak.

The gossipy neighbor asked again, “I heard you were personally reviewed by Old Ghost Gu How are you still alive”

They are neighbors who live next door to each other.

Through the iron bars inscribed with runes, one can see each other.

Of course Wang Wei didn't look back.

He asked, "Who is Gu Laogui"

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"The King of Fengdu, Gu Chi!" The neighbor sat up from the grass pile and gestured with his hand: "It's that old bamboo pole."

“Oh.” Wang Wei mumbled to the wall: “How did you know I was personally reviewed by Lao Gu”

The ghost of Fengdu wasn't much for talking. When they brought him in, no one bothered to introduce him to the other residents. Fengdu Hell has eighteen layers, each different from the next, all sealed off by time-space locks that prevent passage in or out. He had no idea which layer he'd been sent to.

He wasn't really curious how his neighbor got the news. But let's chat a bit, things are so boring here.

The neighbor said nonchalantly, “I have my own sources!”

Wang Wei remained silent.

The neighbor waited a while, then said, "When they came in before, didn't they embroider a three-way flower on the left shoulder of your prison garb That's the Three Paths Mark. Anyone who has been personally reviewed by Old Ghost Gu will have this mark."

Wang Wei turned his head and looked at his left shoulder. There was a flower there—he thought it was a claw, or maybe just a blade of grass. Wasn't it just three lines woven together

He sews much better than this. He could sew clothes since he was a child.

He said, "You also have this Samsara Flower on you. You were also reviewed by Gu Laogui. How are you still alive"

"Let me ask you first," the neighbor said. "You go first."

Wang Wei remained silent.

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After a very long time, the neighbor couldn't stand it any longer: "Oh, I really give up on you. You, you keep giving me the silent treatment."

Wang Wei remained silent.

The neighbor growled, "My last name is Xiong."

King hadn't reacted yet.

The neighbor emphasized again, "My surname is Xiong."

Wang Weidao: "Oh, my surname is Jiang."

"I'm not asking your last name! What's so great about the surname Jiang" The neighbor was furious: "I'm saying, Old Ghost Gu wouldn't dare kill me because I'm a Xiong!"

“Why don’t they dare to kill you just because your surname is Xiong” Wang Wei asked.

“My name is Xiong Zi Du!”

"Oh."

“Bear! Advice! Degree!”

"Oh, my name is Jiang Li."

Xiong Zi-du gritted his teeth: "My father's name is Xiong Ji!"

“Who is Xiong Ji” Wang Wei asked.

"I—forget it!" Xiong Zi felt he was brilliant, but he couldn't tell if this bald man was faking or really dumb. If he was faking it, then he was doing a great job!

He swallowed hard and said patiently, “You’ve been imprisoned in Qi, perhaps you know Jiang WuHua We're about the same, do you understand”

"You're a good cook too" Wang Wei asked.

Xiong Zi looked at Jiang Wu with narrowed eyes, "Has Jiang Wuhua ever cooked for you"

"No." Wang Wei shook her head.

Jiang Wuhu didn't actually cook for him, but Chang Le Gao is really delicious, his junior brother brought it to him!

The master said that you should eat less of this kind of thing. The people from Qi are bad, and after this, any food like this should be checked by the elder first. Once it's checked, it's half gone.

Xiong Zidu endured it again and again: "In short, I've already told you the answer. Now it's your turn to tell me — how did you manage to survive under Gu Chi's rule"

"I don't know," Wang Wei said.

"Boy!" Xiong Zidu jumped up, shaking the iron railings with a clatter: "You dare to play me! Come out for a one-on-one!"

"Alright." The Fighting King, Wang Weike, never backed down. He rolled up his sleeves and turned around, but stopped at the iron fence. "Oh! I can't get out. How do I choose"

His innocent eyes made Xiong Zi unable to confirm if it was sarcasm.

"I'll give you another chance to explain!" Xiong Zi-du pointed his finger at the iron fence, rapping it repeatedly.

"That old bamboo pole asked me if I was wrong. I said I wasn't. Then he suddenly had something to do and left. I was brought here." Wang Wei looked at Xiong Zidu: "That's how it is. I didn't lie to you."

Xiong Zidu looked at the bald man's earnest eyes, dubious: "Then tell me, what got you thrown in here"

Wang Wei refused to suffer a loss: "You tell me first why you were arrested."

The bear roared furiously, "Speak first!"

But soon realized that being stubborn was pointless, the bald guy across from him was made of stone. He could stay quiet for a lifetime.

He curled his lip and said, "What else could it be Besides, fighting my dad"

Wang Wei did not pursue the details.

But he was very eager to express himself, probably because he had held it in for too long: “People like this! As they get older and their status rises, they can't stand being criticized. They think they are always right and that the world revolves around them. Once someone points out a mistake, they can't bear it, and since they can't admit fault, they just rage.”

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Wang Wei made an 'oh' sound.

Bear stared at him curiously, "What are your thoughts on my story"

Wang Wei slowly said: "Don't fight with your father. You will miss him later."

Xiong Zidu scoffed and waved his hand, saying: "Don't shave your head and try to act like a master – just talk about your own business."

Wang Wudao said, "One day I was walking down the road when I saw a man who looked a lot like a bandit. He was holding a piece of jade, so I snatched it from him. Later, the ghost messenger from Fengdu found me and said that the jade came from Jūwushan, so he took me here."

“Wait a minute—” Xiong Zidu sized Wang Weixiao's fierce features up. Strangely enough, despite his menacing appearance, the pair of innocent, earnest eyes softened the impression. He didn't feel intimidated or repulsed; there was even a kind of endearing contradiction. "What do you mean by saying I look like a mountain bandit"

Wang Weidao: "Because he had a veil on his face and said, 'This road was opened by me.'"

"Now I understand!" Xiong Zi said. "Since you stole that jade, just hand it over and it's over! This has nothing to do with you—they just want to arrest you"

"Why should I give it up" Wang Wuliang stood firm: "Why should everything on Jiangle Mountain belong to them If I took it, it's mine."

Xiong Zi'du 'ha'ed: "Do you know what Jiugushan is It's the place where the Longxing of the Chu royal family began!"

Wang Wei didn't understand: "If the capital has fallen into disrepair, how can the dragon still prosper"

Xiong Zi du then crossed his arms and said, "So you're not even caught yet"

Wang Wei whispered, "There are a lot of them."

"The people who caught you are few!" Xiong Zidu had a lot of passion for speaking: "Chu Taizu once practiced in seclusion on Jingu Mountain. After going down the mountain, he was invincible! You say how important Jingu Mountain is It has historical significance!"

Wang Weidao said, "I didn't steal it from Jugu Mountain."

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“Hey! You’re really stubborn—” Xiong Zidu rolled up his sleeves, about to give this clueless bald head a good lecture with his eloquence, when he suddenly heard the sound of heavy chains clanking.

The heavy iron gates of the ghost prison creaked open at this moment. The shackles of time and space were also temporarily halted, and a ray of sunlight suddenly poured into the corridor, illuminating the cells on both sides brightly.

A corridor, one room, two rooms, three rooms... almost endless, with many cells on either side, some empty and some inhabited.

But basically there was little to no sound.

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Only Xiong Zidu, who holds a special status, and Wang Wei, the newcomer, could still chat incessantly.

Xiong Zi directly pressed his face against the iron gate, straining to peer into the tunnel. Beneath that enormous iron gate, there stood a solitary figure, motionless and silent.

"Hey! Over here!" The bear smiled broadly. "Nephew! You came to see me, especially"

Zu Guangshu walked along the long corridor, curiously eyeing this legendary "Fengdu Ghost Prison" — he had almost no curious eyes.

"This place doesn't seem spooky at all." He walked up to Xiong Zidu and said, "I escorted a batch of cultivator corpses here for them to study. By the way, what brings my cousin...to this kind of place"

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“Well,” Xiong Zidu said enthusiastically, “come meet a new friend of mine —”

He was about to introduce him when he saw that the one called 'Jiang Li' had already turned back and resumed sitting with his back against the wall, giving off an air of aloofness.

"Well, I guess this friend of mine isn't very talkative." Xiong Zidu smiled. "He can be a bit cold."

Zuo Guangshu glanced at the cell across from him, feeling a vague familiarity with the back figure. But he didn't pay too much attention—a wealthy young master like him was destined to have no intersection with the prisoners in the Fengdu Ghost Prison.

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Xiong Zi Du is an unexpected talent that Chu State has not seen in thousands of years.

I dared to pull the emperor's beard since I was a child.

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At the age of five, he swaggered and sat on the dragon throne, only to be kicked off by the emperor's foot...

His deeds are truly endless to recount. Now that he's met with such a fate, it serves him right.

During the Battle of Hegu, Xiang Longxiang served as the commander-in-chief of the three armies. The right wing led by Han Que collapsed first, but neither the Xiang nor the Han families suffered severe punishment. Even Han Que's permanent station in the demon realm was his own atonement.

Given the prevailing sentiment in the Chutian court at the time, including public opinion both within and outside the government, there was a strong inclination to severely punish the generals who had led the army to defeat. After all, it was a near-catastrophic loss that had nearly shaken the very foundation of Chu. Apart from Zu Guanglie, whose performance had been outstanding and who had briefly broken through Hangu Pass, almost every other general involved in the Battle of Hegu had been subjected to intense criticism after the war. The court and public alike were clamoring for retribution.

It was Xiong Zidu who stood up in the court and publicly stated that Emperor should take responsibility for the Battle of Hegu. The defeat at Hegu was a result of the Chu court's failed decision-making. It was the officials in the court who wrongly judged the situation, leading to this inevitable loss. And Xiang Longxiang had already done his best!

So the result is that Xiong Zi was locked up here.

It has already been ten years...

Zuo Guangshu looked at his cousin with a hint of helplessness: "Who could possibly make you this cold You can talk all day long by yourself."

Xiong Zi Duo burst into laughter and said, “Only Guang Shu truly knows me!”

He asked again, "How is your aunt"

"Not bad," said Zuo Guangshu. "Every day I just cultivate, and take care of her little ants. Last time she even mentioned you, saying she didn't know how you were doing - this time I can tell her, you haven't changed much!"

"Set up a soundproof barrier, Guangshu," Xiong Zidu chuckled. "Brother can't cast spells, let's just whisper."

Left Guangxu shook his head: "I came to see you is the limit. We are not convenient to speak in private."

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"Hey! You're the young master of Chu, what are you afraid of" Xiong Zi persuaded, "Even if you demolish this prison and let me out, what can you do Who dares to touch you!"

Zuo Guangshu smiled faintly: "Brother, we're not kids anymore."

"Isn't that just like reminiscing about the old days Back then, you and I—and all of us—used to go fishing, hunt birds, rob houses, and have so much fun!" Xiong Zidu gently persuaded: "Take a trip down memory lane"

"Flowers bloom again, but youth does not return!" Zuo Guangshu raised his finger and tapped the fence, as if it were the echo of his childhood, and smiled: "Cousin, after ten years of longing, your name is known throughout the world. When will you emerge to restore order to the land"

"Today is the day!" Xiong Zidu roared with a mighty laugh, gripping the talisman steel. In this instant, he seemed to hold the world in his grasp: "Open this gate for me! Open up a new heaven for Chu!"

“That person can’t be me.” Zuo Guangshu smiled and shook his head. “I’m leaving, cousin. I’ll come see you again—if you’re still around next time.”

“Hey, you heartless little thing, don't go! Let's chat for a while longer!”

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No matter how much Xiong Zi roared, Zuo Guangshu still left with a smile.

The heavy iron gate slammed shut, cutting off everything.

Ten years!

Xiong Zi-du leaned against the iron railing and slowly sat down, sighing softly: "He's so much more well-behaved than his brother."

As the prince of the mighty Chu state, having spent a decade in the ghostly prison of Fengdu, he had long since grown accustomed to conversing with himself.

To his surprise, the new arrival, a rather solitary bald man, was the one to speak up— "His brother, is his name Zuo Guanglie"

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"You know him too" Xiong Zidu asked casually.

"The Yellow River's number one general, a young and promising commander! I've heard of him!" Wang Wei looked at the empty wall and said softly, "I've also met him a few times."

“You’re quite a one, you little bald head. Hiding your talents well.” Xiong Zi said. “Seems I underestimated you. To be able to know Zuo Guanglie, you are no ordinary person!”

"Just acquaintances, I don't know much about him." Wang Wei mumbled for a while, then said, "Let's talk about this person"

Xiong Zidu smiled faintly, with a hint of mystery in his voice: "What aspects would you like to discuss"

Any aspect.

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"Taoism, personality, deeds, lineage... anything is possible."

"Master"

“If someone is that skilled, their master must also be very accomplished, right”

Xiong Zidu ‘hehehehe’ laughed: “He is a self-taught genius! He was born different from others. No matter what subject he learned, he grasped it immediately. His creation of Daoism constantly innovated history. Which old scholar could teach him If we have to say a master, then Old National Duke could count, his father could count, and my father could count too. They all passed on his true skills.”

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Wang Wei was silent for a moment: "Who taught him... were they all his own relatives"

"Oh, right! There's also that stubborn old monk who insists on taking him as a disciple. I wonder if he counts I even helped drive him away! Hahahaha, Guanglie was so annoyed by him that he said he'd beat him up. Of course, I had to help out!"

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"This story is...rather interesting." Wang Wei said softly. "Could you tell me about it"

"Now, this is a long story — oh, tomorrow's the Winter Solstice, has anyone come to see you Hahaha, don't get upset, come here, turn around, let me tell you! Back then..."

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At this time, they faced each other with their backs turned, separated by two iron bars, a passage in between.

Darkness had engulfed the passage.

Leaning against the railing, he was loose and relaxed.

The person sitting against the wall was stiff and straight.

Two people who would never have met, started talking about someone they both knew.

This is the last autumn sound.

This is a test.

December 1st.

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