Longevity Martial Arts: I rely on luck to add points

Chapter 7 Seventh Grade, Yang Qi drowned

Jiang Feng knew that Uncle Huo couldn't let him play around.

Otherwise, if he escaped the risk of prison but fell into Uncle Huo's hands, the gain would outweigh the loss.

In the morning, he let Uncle Huo discover that he could consciously roll his eyes.

By noon, Uncle Huo noticed that he was able to blink.

At night, both of his eyes could move. These changes made Uncle Huo very excited. He took medicine twice in the morning and evening, and he didn't dare to be sloppy.He didn't forget to help Jiang Feng squeeze his legs and shoulders, for fear that Jiang Feng's blood would be blocked and his body would become stiff due to inactivity.

On the morning of the third day, Jiang Feng couldn't hold back his urine, so he could only slowly let himself sit up.

Uncle Huo was cleaning the toilet while grinning from ear to ear.

Another day, Uncle Huo was able to help Jiang Feng bask in the sun in the yard, and he was able to find time to go home and check on the situation.

In this way, seven days passed.

Jiang Feng was finally able to walk on the ground, but he still looked a little weak.

Uncle Huo was worried, he went back and forth twice a day to decoct medicine for Jiang Feng, and brought a few eggs from time to time, and bought a fish to nourish Jiang Feng's body.

A blink of an eye.

Counting from the day Jiang Feng "fell" at the door and hit his head, ten days have passed.

Uncle Huo went back to his cell today.

Jiang Feng checked the panel information.

Name: Jiang Feng

Luck: 732
Kung Fu: Jailor’s health-preserving skill (proficient +)

Skill: Jailer's Long Fist (Beginner+)

Realm: Eighth Grade (Bone Refining)

Supernatural Powers: Immortality

From the seventh day onwards, Jiang Feng found that his luck value hadn't changed much. He expected that the turmoil in the cell should have passed. On the tenth day, he finally let Uncle Huo return to work in the cell.

"The last time a thief broke into the house, he almost lost his life. The total luck value increased by more than 200. During this period, the increased luck value was even more than last time. It seems that the turmoil in the cell was worse than last time. It's even more dangerous."

"I just don't know what happened."

"If Uncle Huo can come back tonight, I'll go back and have a look tomorrow."

Jiang Feng thought in his heart.

"Try to see how much strength you can improve."

Look at the luck value of more than 700 points.

Jiang Feng directly added [-] points to the jailer's health preservation skills.

The content of the panel changes instantly.

Name: Jiang Feng

Air Luck: 232
Kung Fu: Jailor Health Preserving Kung Fu (Mastery)
Skill: Jailer's Long Fist (Beginner+)

Realm: Seventh Grade (Refinement)

Supernatural Powers: Immortality

Sure enough, with the improvement of the jailer's health-preserving skills, Jiang Feng's realm also changed. He got his wish and became a seventh-rank martial artist.

He saw the plus sign behind the jailer's health-preserving exercise disappear, and calculated in his heart that the next time the plus sign appeared, he might have a luck value of [-] or even higher.

But Jiang Feng was not in a hurry.

He is immortal.

There is a time that people can't imagine, and it slowly wears down. As long as he can avoid risks one by one, sooner or later, he will be able to accumulate luck to an unimaginable level, and thus make himself the number one expert in the Tang Dynasty.

Jiang Feng kept the remaining 200 points of Luck and didn't use them for the Jailer's Long Fist.

At present, it is still to improve the strength of the realm.

If there is an emergency and you need to upgrade the jailer's long fist, it will not be too late to use it then.

night.

Uncle Huo came out of the cell.

He came to see Jiang Feng specially, and found that Jiang Feng had recovered, and he would be able to return to the cell to make up shifts tomorrow, so he left with peace of mind.

Jiang Feng sent Uncle Huo out of Chaoyang Alley.

Regarding what happened in the cell in the past ten days, he didn't ask a single word, didn't want to ask, couldn't ask, and didn't dare to ask indiscriminately.

Anyway, back to the cell tomorrow.

If there is anything abnormal in it, if Uncle Huo can find it, he can naturally find it too.

Early the next morning, just after dawn, Jiang Feng changed into the prison guard's uniform and rushed to Zhenbei Prison.

He is the same as usual.

Finish your own tasks first, such as cleaning the workshop and wiping the instruments of torture, and then push the wooden wheeled cart, carrying empty wooden barrels and basins, to get rice porridge. The porridge was distributed to the prisoners in thirty cells.

Last time Yang Qi was locked in Room [-].

Jiang Feng paid special attention to it.

turn out.

From Room No. [-] to Room No. [-], the prisoners in ten cells in total have disappeared without a trace.

Yang Qi also disappeared.

It's just that the walls of Room No. [-], as if they had just been painted, looked very neat and tidy.

You know, there are many marks on the walls of each cell. Some prisoners are usually bored, so they like to scribble on it.

Like Room No. [-] now, the entire wall is clean and bright, not to mention the first floor, even if it is the second or third floor, there may not be many.

What's more, Jiang Feng has been in charge of food distribution between No. 30 room and No. [-] room. He knows the situation here best.

But seeing that there were no prisoners between Room No. 11 and Room No. [-], Jiang Feng didn't dare to think about it for the time being. In order not to attract attention, he pushed the wooden wheeled cart without stopping all the way to Room No. [-].

The prisoner in room No. 11 is a deaf and blind middle-aged man. It is said that he wants to redeem the deed of selling his body, but he does not have enough money. His master pokes him blind and deafened his ears. Jiang Feng didn't ask if there are any other secrets. However, I only heard some fragments sporadically from the mouths of other jailers.

He put rice porridge in the cell.

Then he hit the iron pillar hard.

The vibrating touch made the man aware of the abnormality, he picked up the bowl gropingly, and tasted it carefully.

Jiang Feng continued to push the wooden wheeled cart, delivering porridge to each of the [-] cells with prisoners.

Then I found that there was no one in the NO.12, NO.13, and NO.14 rooms.

After waiting, he pushed the wooden wheeled cart and headed back into the workshop. This time, he didn't even glance at Room [-], as if he didn't notice anything unusual.

Waiting to return to the workshop.

Uncle Huo has already cleaned the barrels inside.

Jiang Feng didn't see Niu Wang.

I also didn't see the jailer who was transferred to replace Da Zhuang a while ago.The little jailers who came into their work room, except for Uncle Huo, were all unfamiliar faces. Everyone greeted each other and didn't talk about what happened in the cell recently.

I don't know if they are all aware of it, or if they just arrived in Zhenbei Prison, they don't know what happened recently.

In short, Jiang Feng ignored him and did his job as usual.

So half a month passed.

Many brothel girls in Longdu plunged headlong into the moat. The reason was that the great talent Yang Qi slipped drunk last night and fell into the moat and drowned to death. As soon as the news came out, countless women who admired Yang Qi's talent were devastated.

Many brothels were crying.

The guards in Zhenbei Prison were also talking about Yang Qi's flirtatious past. Many people lamented that Yang Qi was worthy in this life, even if he became a drowning ghost, he was still a flirtatious drowning ghost.

Jiang Feng also echoed a few words.

He was full of envy for Yang Qi's flirtatious stories, and when it came to excitement, he even slapped his thigh hard, lamenting that people are more angry than people.

(End of this chapter)