Sword Monarch

Chapter 15 Worshiping the Master

In front of the cell door, Eunuch Nan patted the sturdy iron bars and smiled with incomparable smugness.

"We meet again, haha! I don't know if Marquis Yun has heard of a word called Tiger Falls."

Yun Yu said with a surprised look on his face, "After not seeing you for a few days, Eunuch Nan has finally come to his senses and realized that he is a dog."

"Who said we are dogs! We're the Heavenly Official who delivers the decree!" Eunuch Nan's big face turned purple with anger.

"A tiger falls down and is bullied by a dog, you said yourself that you are a dog ahaha!" Zhou Yuanliang was listening to the laughter from the side.

"Asshole! You're looking for death too!"

Eunuch Nan was just about to order his men to teach the other party a lesson when he suddenly recognized that it was Zhou Yuanliang, and then he grunted in disgust and ignored the other party.

That is a piece of rolling meat, but all the people in the Imperial City who have a face, none of them are willing to mess with Zhou Yuanliang.

It wasn't fear of him, but disgust plus dislike.

It's like confronting a toad, just plain disgusting.

In the piece of fame, the First Yamen of the Imperial City and the Marquis of Hanshui were comparable.

It all stinks to high heaven.

"The hospitality of Marquis Yun that day is engraved in our hearts."

Eunuch Nan said in a sinister, shrill voice, "Today, I also told Marquis Yun to have a big meal, this is called treating others the way they treat you! Someone come, go pick a basket of feces from the outhouse!"

The two men led the way and rushed in the direction of the outhouse.

Just after taking two steps, suddenly the cell door next to them was opened, and these two men directly hit the door, their eyes blazing, and fainted on the ground.

Behind the cell door, Zhou Yuanliang walked out with a six-fold pace, carrying a set of keys in his hand.

"Does Marquis Yun want to come out for a walk and move his body?"

Zhou Yuanliang had a cheap smile on the corner of his mouth as he looked Eunuch Nan up and down, looking at the other party's heart.

"Good wow, this marquis is feeling bored." Yun Que said smilingly.

Without waiting for Eunuch Nan to speak, Zhou Yuanliang had already opened Yun Que's cell door.

"Escaped from prison! Quickly come to the men! Take them down!"

Eunuch Nan had just shouted out his voice when wailing rose up in his ears.

Moments later, the few guards he brought with him were all knocked to the ground.

With Yun Que's body, there was no need to use a flying sword, Zhou Yuanliang don't look like a look that was emptied by alcohol, but his body is actually not weak.

Moreover, this guy's punches and kicks carried extremely faint qi fluctuations, obviously harboring cultivation in his body.

As soon as the prison guards who had heard the sound from afar saw that it was Zhou Yuanliang and Yun Que, they immediately turned around and walked away, pretending not to see them.

Zhou Yuanliang could even get the key to the Heavenly Prison, and was a regular visitor here, no one wanted to offend.

"Rebel! You want to rebel! When we go back and report to His Majesty, we will punish you... ah ah ah!"

Eunuch Nan was kicked to the ground by Yun Que and slammed against the wall of the cell, his nose was bruised and swollen, and he was unable to speak.

"He's a redhead in front of the Emperor's eyes, what does Marquis Yun intend to do with him?" Zhou Yuanliang leaned on the cell door, watching the show.

"Of course it's to treat him to another big meal." Yun Que smiled and said, "Eunuch Nan has special tastes and loves to eat with bad breath."

"Good job! Leave it to me haha." Zhou Yuanliang rolled up his sleeves and was about to head to the outhouse.

"Eunuch Nan has a noble status, so how can you not have a hot meal?" Yun Que said as he began to undo his belt.

Zhou Yuanliang first froze, then jerked his thumb and followed suit to unbuckle his belt.

It wasn't long before Eunuch Nan's miserable wailing came from the Heavenly Prison, but it quickly became intermittent, blocked by something in his throat.

At midnight, two figures arrived at the entrance of the Heavenly Prison.

Zhou Yuanliang lightly took out the key and opened the heavy door.

During this time, the guards next to him leaned against the wall, and those who were lying on the table, snored and pretended to be asleep in unison.

With a creak, the door slowly opened.

Before leaving, Zhou Yuanliang hemmed and hawed,

"Nowadays, silver bills are really useless, five hundred taels, wipe your a*s once and it's gone."

Holler! Holler!

The guards on either side slept more vigorously.

Anyway, he is the son of the first minister, he has money to take, the above blame can be put on the first Yamen.

Raising an eyebrow towards Yun Que, Zhou Yuanliang flaunted his ability.

He had just stepped out the front door when he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Outside the gate, there stood a figure clad in heavy armor, the same general who had captured Yun Que during the day.

Zhou Yuanliang grinned and moved the foot that had stepped out back.

"Unlucky... how to meet his rotation, the imperial city guard Feng Yaojin, the foundation stage, seek your own happiness."

Zhou Yuanliang muttered in a low voice and was about to go back to his cell honestly, the latter half of his sentence obviously reminding Yun Yu not to be impulsive.

Yun Que frowned slightly.

It was no surprise that the Royal Family had a cultivator's effectiveness, and how could there be no strong guards in the heavy land of the Heavenly Prison?

However, after dawn was when the Sword Palace enrollment was to take place, and he couldn't stay in the Heavenly Prison.

Got to get out today!

He was about to make a hard break for it when the heavily armored general across the street rubbed his eyes groggily.

"What the hell kind of weather! The wind is so strong, it's confusing my eyes, there's no one over here, follow me around over there."

The heavily armored general led his men away.

Leaving Yun Que and Zhou Yuanliang looking at each other in dismay, they didn't know what kind of disease this general of the Foundation Establishment Realm had committed, and the two big living people froze.

Walking to no one, Feng Yaojin pinched the bulging silver tickets in his arms and sighed longingly,

"Hey, I don't want to play favorites either, but there's no way, the Mu family is giving too much..."

Leaving the Heavenly Prison without any danger, Zhou Yuanliang resumed his complacent appearance.

"I've long seen that Eunuch Nan as unpleasant, and it hurts today haha!"

"The magistrate is not afraid of Eunuch Nan's retaliation?"

"What are you afraid of, at dawn I'll hide in the Sword Palace, the Emperor's old man will not be angry enough to go to the Sword Palace to theorize over a dead eunuch."

Yun Que glanced at the other party in surprise.

Zhou Yuanliang is actually still a disciple of the Sword Palace, no wonder he dared to pit that Eunuch Nan with himself, so there was an early retreat.

"The magistrate is in the heavenly prison for what he did."

"Me, little thing, just touching a butt."

"Groped whose a*s?"

"From the Princess."

Zhou Yuanliang gave a sarcastic smile and sighed with incomparable regret,

"Why, I touched her in a moment of confusion, if I had known that she was the princess, I would have molded her a few more times to make sure that she was good enough!"

Yun Que silently glanced at the guy beside him.

The title of the First Yamen really doesn't suit this one, he should be called the First b***h.

"Dare I ask the magistrate, your father is still angry with you?"

"My father is a Confucian, cultivate a mouthful of vast gas, easily gas not die hehehe." Zhou Yuanliang cheap laugh, "Hey right, just now Yun Hou with what wipe the a*s? It seems to be a yellow silk, it's quite delicate."

"The Holy Writ."

"Holy shit... holy s**t wipe your a*s!"

Zhou Yuanliang solemnly arched his hands and clasped his fists in admiration, "It is true that there is a sky outside of people, this young man is willing to bow down!" .

Yun Que laughed and waved his hand to indicate that it was nothing.

As they spoke the two came out into the long empty street.

"It's still early to dawn, how about we go for a late night snack." Zhou Yuanliang proposed.

Yun Que happened to be hungry and gladly went with him.

Not much farther out, a tall woman's figure appeared on the deserted street.

The woman's back was turned to the two men, and a strange heavy sword stood beside her.

"You're Cloud Short?"

The woman's voice was soft with a faint hint of majesty.

Yun Que instantly sensed the danger, especially that sword, which had an invisible oppressive feeling.

"It's me."

Yun Que's right hand rested against his storage bag as he spoke, ready to draw his sword to meet the battle.

Expecting an assassin's night attack, the tall woman turned sharply, her eyes gleaming, and said something no one had expected.

"Worship."