Longevity Martial Arts: I rely on luck to add points

Chapter 12 The Terrible Imperial Power
The next day.

Yang Rusong, Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, was executed by all the families for the crime of blaspheming the royal family and slandering the imperial court.

Jiang Feng checked the panel information.

Name: Jiang Feng

Luck: 1456
Cultivation method: Jailor's health-preserving exercise (proficient +)

Skill: Jailer's Long Fist (Proficient+)

Realm: Seventh Grade (Refinement)

Supernatural Powers: Immortality

With Yang Rusong beheaded for public display.

Jiang Feng also really survived this crisis.

His luck value accumulation also broke through one thousand, reaching 1456 points.

While I was happy in my heart, I was also sweating for myself.

He knew very well that Yang Rusong did not die at his hands, but died in the chaos of the court, and the hostile parties were secretly fueling the flames, especially when Yang Qi's blasphemy poems about the imperial concubine were floating all over the city, Yang Rusong was already doomed to die .

Even if that poem was not written by Yang Qi.

It is impossible for Yang Rusong to live.

Because the royal family must use Yang Rusong's head to draw an end to this incident.

This also made Jiang Feng realize the horror of imperial power.

Even for a first-rank official like Yang Rusong, life and death depend on the royal family's thoughts.

Only by constantly improving strength and becoming invincible in the world can we use force to fight against the imperial power and truly transcend the world.

Jiang Feng became more determined in his heart, he wanted to keep going, be his little jailer well, be cautious in his words and deeds, and earn enough luck points.

Seeing the jailer's health-preserving exercises and the jailer's long fist, a plus sign appeared behind them.

He thought about it, and then added a thousand points of luck to the jailer's health-preserving exercises.

He thinks the realm is the most important thing.

At least to bluff.

When the luck value exceeds [-] points, a plus sign will appear after the jailer's health-preserving exercises.

Soon the panel information changed again.

Name: Jiang Feng

Luck: 456
Kung Fu: Jailor Health Preserving Kung Fu (Small Accomplishment)
Skill: Jailer's Long Fist (Proficient)
Realm: Sixth Grade (refining viscera)

Supernatural Powers: Immortality

"boom!"

Jiang Feng punched out.

It felt like a wave of energy and blood was agitated in the viscera, which could punch through a wall of earth with one punch.

If he met the person who wanted to shoot Wang He that day, Jiang Feng was confident that he would be able to run faster in the face of the opponent's arrow.

Even without physical support.

Just relying on the sixth-rank realm, the speed generated can also deal with the opponent.

"Save up some money, find a way to get a few books, and practice powerful physical and martial arts. Otherwise, you will have a whole body of martial power and don't know how to use it. It will be too easy to suffer when you meet some experienced masters."

Jiang Feng said to himself.

Jailor's health-preserving skill and jailer's long fist are actually pretty good. Although they are the lowest level of skills, they are also the most basic way of practice. If you can practice the two methods to the state of Dzogchen, the power that can be exerted , not weaker than the world's top methods.

Just because of these two methods, the progress of cultivation is too slow, even if they practice diligently, many people can only reach the level of proficiency in their whole life.

But Jiang Feng was different.

With good luck, as long as he is given enough time, sooner or later he will be able to master the Jailor's health-preserving skill and the Jailor's long fist, cultivate the state of Dzogchen, and rely on these two methods to rule the world.

Of course, if there were other more advanced cultivation methods, Jiang Feng would naturally not refuse them.

And now, he also needs other skills.

Such as agility, knives, guns and sticks and other martial arts.

With only one set of Jailer's Long Fist, Jiang Feng could hardly gain an advantage when meeting a real master.

However, in this world, no matter whether it is kung fu or body skills, martial arts, etc., they are extremely precious. The silver taels accumulated on Jiang Feng's body, including those spoils of war, total less than 130 taels.

With this amount of money, you can't buy advanced martial arts skills.

However, he still decided to wait a few days, when the weather is calm, and find a chance to go to the black market.

The so-called black market is a market where some officials and bandits collude and cannot be seen.

Even in a place like Longdu, it is inevitable.

It is even said that the black market in Longdu was built by a certain prince.

There are rules that belong there.

In the past, Jiang Feng was weak and had never been there.

Now he has become a third-rank martial artist.

Jiang Feng only dared to visit the black market when he possessed the cultivation base of the sixth-grade viscera refining.

After Yang Rusong's family was executed, Jiang Feng came to Zhenbei Prison to take over as usual.

The voices in the cell were all talking about the Yang family being copied and beheaded.

Jiang Feng ignored them and did his job well.

In the past few days, many people have been pulled in in Zhenbei Prison every day. They are basically implicated in Yang Qi's incident, but more of them are people who eat melons. Catch one and come to Zhenbei Prison to add more.

After these people came in, they had to be whipped first.

This is an order from above.

Many small jailers, living in a depressed life on weekdays, rushed to grab the whip and beat those unlucky ghosts.

Uncle Huo also participated in it for a few days.

He practiced whipping for several days, as if he had found the rhythm, he specially invited Jiang Feng to practice too, but Jiang Feng refused decisively, and found an excuse to fool him.

He absolutely doesn't want to do something that will cause karma.

I'm afraid that some of these melon-eating people will counterattack and become gods, remembering the group of whip-wielding people, and will come to revenge one by one in the future.

In this way, a month passed.

Yang Qi's turmoil gradually passed.

In Zhenbei Prison, there were few melon-eaters who discussed Yang Qi's poems and continued to be arrested.

Many people in the cell were cleared out.

Some people suffered a lot of physical pain for several days and spent a lot of money to regain their freedom.

Someone was weak, so he directly confessed to being here, and was taken away and thrown into a mass grave.

Some people went through several rounds of torture, crying for their father and mother, and became disabled and thrown out.

In short, the imperial court suppressed the storm in an extremely brutal and bloody way. During this month, the daily death toll in the four major prisons reached the peak in recent years.

Jiang Feng and his fellow jailers also had a lot more tasks every day. In addition to delivering meals to the prisoners, they also had to check to see if any prisoners had died in the cell.

Otherwise, it will stink once in the cell.

That taste will never go away.

This month, Jiang Feng got used to seeing life and death, and his heart became more and more numb. Even Uncle Huo and the others gradually stopped taking pleasure in beating prisoners. Every time a new prisoner was sent in, everyone looked tired. .

Wait until the storm subsides.

The prisoners came in and out every day and returned to normal values. Whether it was Jiang Feng or the other jailers, they felt relieved.

As the old team leader, Uncle Huo spent a lot of money to prepare a big pot of boiled white tofu with pickles, and invited Jiang Feng and a few jailers to eat together at his house.

Jiang Feng did not refuse, and drank a lot of wine at Uncle Huo's house with the other three small jailers.

During a rare moment of relaxation, Jiang Feng also joked with Uncle Huo and the others.

After drinking and eating, everyone returned home.

Walking out of the alley of Uncle Huo's house, Jiang Feng, who was originally drunk and smoky, pumped up his blood, dispelled the alcohol, and returned to normal.

In this dangerous world, Jiang Feng dare not take it lightly.

When he got home, Jiang Feng was about to fall asleep when he suddenly felt like he was being watched.

(End of this chapter)