"You didn't answer my question."

Zhang Wu asked unwillingly:

"Why can't I practice it?"

"Your roots and bones are too weak and you can't help but practice magic skills. You will only practice yourself to death."

Hutulong said bluntly:

"If everyone can practice magic skills, wouldn't the world be full of top experts?"

"Then teach me some ways to strengthen my body, otherwise I will cut off your food tomorrow."

Zhang Wu was dissatisfied with a little character, which was very consistent with the nature of a fifteen-year-old child.

Not to mention the barbarian invasion, the entire capital was in chaos, and the major figures of the Ministry of Justice in Guan Tianlao didn't care about this place at all.

Even in the prosperous era, the prison guards wanted to stop dealing with these serious criminals in the martial arts world, but it was not a matter of action.

Put crotons in the sausage and apply laxatives. I think your Vajra Indestructible God can't stand it!

It takes less than a few days to pull all your intestines down.

When you pull yourself to death, keep the body for a few more days before reporting it, even the most wise coroner will not be able to be tested.

Moreover, the officials of the Ministry of Justice have never had a good impression of these prisoners in the martial arts world. They stand in the pit and do not shit. They are poorer than the other and cannot afford to make money. Raising them is a waste of rice.

Seeing him cheating, Hutulong trembled and said:

"I don't know any methods to strengthen my body, I only know the Vajra Indestructible Magical Art. If you really want to learn it, I can teach you, but..."

"But need to add more money?"

Zhang Wu subconsciously continued.

“…”

Hutulong suffocated his breath and was so choked that he almost coughed.

Zhang Wu threw two pots of wine and a small piece of donkey meat into prison and warned:

"It's best not to play tricks when you teach me, otherwise I'll have an accident. With the friendship between my father, Uncle Six, Uncle Jun and others, you will definitely make life worse than death."

"It's all you can do to your heart."

Hutulong's eyes shone, grabbed a pot of wine and poured it wildly, with a heroic spirit. He ate meat and drank wine in big mouthfuls. He didn't forget to increase the price when he was about to come:

"These two pots of wine are not enough, I want to eat rice."

"Can!"

Zhang Wu promised:

"One day, I will have you to eat free rice. I will be good wine and meat to honor you. Without me, you will be unable to get along with yourself."

"If you say this, then my magical skills really can't teach you."

Hutulong spread the kraft paper wrapped in donkey meat and licked the meat inside.

“Why?”

Zhang Wu raised his eyebrows.

Hutulong said:

"If you practiced you to death, who will give me good wine and meat? Your body is too weak and you have congenital deficiency. It's better to learn from Shaolin disciples. Let's pick up water for three years and chop firewood for three years. Only when you have a strong body can you practice martial arts."

"It's too late." Zhang Wu shook his head.

"What do you mean?" Hutulong frowned.

"The barbarians have invaded the hinterland of Dakun, and the fertile land of thousands of miles is flat. Those small cities cannot stand for a few days."

"The barbarians have entered?"

Hutulong's eyebrows were twisted together, and a worried look appeared on his face. Then he nodded slowly and said:

"The war is fierce and the battle is dangerous, and you and I are both in danger of life and death. It is really impossible to practice slowly."

After hesitating for a moment, Hutulong said:

"You go and get paper and pen. I will pass on your secret recipe for rebirth in the marrow washing meridian. You can get medicine and soak it for seven consecutive days to replenish your physical shortcomings."

"Why didn't you talk about it before?"

Zhang Wu always remembered that the other party was an evil stick that did everything, and was secretly alert in his heart.

"I will pass on this recipe to you, so there will be a request."

"Tell me."

"You want to help me get the antidote of Ruojin San, or when the barbarians attack the city, help me inform the superiors, and say I am willing to go out of the city to fight the enemy!"

Hutulong's eyes were deep and his voice was as hard as iron.

Zhang Wu was shocked and shook his head repeatedly:

"Soft Jin San is dedicated to treating you martial arts masters. How could I, a little prisoner, get the antidote? As for going out to fight the enemy, it is okay to help you inform me, but it depends on your performance over the past ten days."

If you keep the capital for one more day, the heavenly prison will be stable for one day. Hutulong is willing to kill the enemy, so Zhang Wu will naturally be happy to see it.

But he didn't think this evil thief would really go out of the city to fight.

Eighty times I wanted to use the name of killing the enemy to fool the antidote and escape in the chaos.

"I'll go get the paper and pen."

Soon, Zhang Wu returned to Prison No. 1 with his pen.

Whenever Hutulong talks about a medicinal herb, he will meticulously record how much dosage is used and how to use it together until the other party reminds him:

"I think it's already a mess in the capital. There are a few rare medicinal herbs here. I'm afraid you won't be able to catch them."

"I have my own way."

After Zhang Wu clasped his fists at the other party, he walked straight out.

When I passed by the fat rich businessman who was being ripped off, I saw that I was covered in whip marks, my prison uniform was soaked in blood, and my whole body was trembling without being controlled.

Zhang Wu felt chills in his heart and hurriedly left the prison.

Torture room.

Ma Liu is polishing his own bunch of "slaughter tools".

As a prisoner who makes money, how to torture prisoners and make them suffer to the greatest extent, but not killing them is a profound science.

Zhang Wu walked in and said hello:

"Uncle Six."

"Brother Wu is here?"

Ma Liu laughed loudly, held the boy's shoulder kindly and said:

"I really didn't see that you are weak and have a strong heart. You will definitely surpass your sixth uncle and become the king of money."

In just two hours, after delivering a meal, Zhang Wu's reputation spread in prison.

Ma Liu also turned him from "Xiao Wu" to "Wu Ge'er."

"Uncle Six, I have a treasure to give to you."

"Oh? What baby?"

Ma Liu was surprised.

I didn't give it to you before, and I went around in prison twice before giving it to you, so I must have won the treasure.

Not only did he just know how to hand over, this child is very good at handing over.

Ma Liu's eyes became kind.

"Look."

Zhang Wu took out the prescription and whispered:

"This is the secret recipe for the marrow washing scripture that I brought out from Hutulong's mouth. I heard that you have practiced the Vajra Indestructible Art before. This recipe should be of great benefit to you."

"Muria washing meridian?"

Ma Liu took a breath.

I don’t know how many bloody storms this famous secret recipe has caused in the world.

Any magical skills, especially external practice, must be combined with prescriptions and can be used internally and externally before they can be achieved.

Even the simplest iron sand palms have to be soaked in medicine on both hands, otherwise the fingers will be lost.

Uncle Six asked anxiously:

"I have also asked this guy before, and I don't mention this secret recipe. How did you get it?"

"That's how it is..."
To be continued...