My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 351 The Strongest Trainee Jailer/The Wind Rises!

Day and night alternate, the sun rises and the moon sets.

When the first rays of dawn fell on the ground, steaming stalls had already been set up in Tianlan City's morning market.

In an alley, the man with a scar on his face yawned, closed the door of his courtyard, and then walked out leisurely.

A playful child ran through the alley with laughter and suddenly bumped into the man's leg, causing the already sleepy man to stagger.

The man immediately frowned and stared at the child in front of him fiercely, but the child was stunned at first, and then he was not afraid of the man. He just made a face and ran away laughing.

This scene made the man look somewhat disappointed, and also completely eliminated his sleepiness. After a moment of silence, he cursed with disdain.

"Tsk, little bastard."

The scar ran from the man's forehead to his nose bone, making him look somewhat ferocious, but since it belonged to a man that the neighbors were used to seeing, they were already used to it and didn't think much of it.

He reached out and touched his face, running his fingers over his rough cheeks, already feeling some wrinkles.

This made him sigh.

If he were ten years younger, perhaps this appearance could fool many people, but now, the man's temples are gradually turning gray!
The man continued to walk slowly.

When passing by a hot breakfast stall, the man stopped, said nothing, and just extended his right hand toward the stall owner.

Before he could reach out his hand, two steaming pancakes were wrapped in oil paper by the stall owner and put into the man's hands.

The man didn't say anything, just glanced at the stall owner and nodded.

This scene was so familiar as if I had experienced it hundreds or thousands of times.

In fact it is.

The stall owner knew that although the man who lived at the end of the alley looked a bit fierce, spoke harshly and liked to lecture people, he turned out to be a guy with a sharp tongue but a soft heart after getting to know him.

For decades, every time I come to buy breakfast, I stretch out my right hand for a pancake and my left hand for a bun, and I stand with my hands behind my back, which means I want both.

I keep accounts every time.

The accounts are settled once a month, and the stall owners don't care. This is the good thing about working for the government, and they know where they live. They are not afraid that the stall owners will default on their payments, but they are afraid that they will not come to buy.

Only this time, the stall owner didn't keep any account.

The stall owner, who was about the same age as the man, rubbed his hands on the oily cloth and then shouted at the man who was about to turn around and leave.

"Old Wang, can you please settle the bill today?"

The man didn't even bother to turn his head, he just shouted.

"At the end of the month."

“But I won’t be setting up shop tomorrow.”

Wang Fugui stopped.

He turned around, looked at the stall owner who had eaten there for decades with a puzzled look, then walked back a few steps.

"What would I eat if I don't open the stall? I don't think I owe you any money. My colleagues in the prison all recommend your restaurant."

The stall owner smiled, his eyes somewhat evasive, and his voice a little awkward.

"That's not it, that... my wife at home urged me to leave. I have relatives in Huaicheng, so I'm going to live there for a while."

This answer left the man silent for a moment.

Uncle Wang, who has worked in Tianlao for his entire life, is used to observing people's words and expressions, so he naturally knows what the other person means.

He didn't say much or ask any questions, just said "oh" and nodded.

"Then let's settle the bill."

As he spoke, he took out an old coin purse from his bosom and poured out a few taels of silver onto the stall.

“Much more…” the stall owner waved his hands.

"Donima, pack up the food on the stall for me. Don't my brothers want to eat it?"

The stall owner was scolded, but he was not annoyed at all. He smiled and prepared everything for the man.

Uncle Wang, who is over fifty years old, was walking on the streets in the early morning carrying large and small bags.

As he walked, he looked around at the familiar street corners.

The scenery remains the same, the roads are still relatively clean, and everything is the same.

It’s just that there are far fewer people on the streets than before.

In addition, the number of soldiers patrolling in the city has increased. The old men who used to patrol during the day and night and often hide in teahouses to slack off are now arranged to be on the streets all day.

Uncle Wang squinted his eyes and looked into the distance. A state of hidden energy appeared in his mind. The power of Qi and blood surged, and a glimmer of light appeared in his turbid eyes.

On the distant city wall, one can vaguely see that there are many more people standing.

There is a more solemn scene...

Tianlan City is actually some distance away from the border. In addition, since the demon tribe’s disaster, there are three military towns surrounding it in front, and Tianlan City itself is also a military stronghold.

Such a city is not only equipped with elite soldiers, but now also has three fourth-level great masters stationed there.

In addition, there is also the Heavenly Prison.

And in the Heavenly Prison, there is Lord Zhao Changhe, who is a genuine fifth-level powerful being.

Logically speaking, Tianlan City should be extremely safe, but in reality, it has been frequently invaded by demons in recent months.

Those monsters were extremely good at hiding. They crossed the border, bypassed the military town, and came all the way to Tianlan City...

Although they were all killed by Lord Zhao and other great magical powers, they still brought panic to the people.

It’s no wonder that some people want to leave this city.

No one knows what those monsters are doing, at least Wang Fugui doesn't know.

There were just some rumors that some treasures were imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison, or that the Heavenly Prison had captured the Demon King's cubs, causing the demon clan to covet them and making the whole city uneasy.

He slowly turned the corner and walked into the first floor of the familiar sky prison.

He threw all the bags on the table, and then he did not go to work. Instead, he moved a chair outside the prison and sat down to bask in the sun.

Today is not his shift, but he came here because he has gotten used to it after decades of living here. He has nothing to do at home and is always nagged by his wife.

Well, mostly being nagged.

A young jailer passed by, holding the cake that Uncle Wang had just bought, and ate it with a smile.

"Uncle Wang, did you pick up some money on the road today? You even brought us some hot cakes. It was not easy to drink a cup of tea from you in the past."

Uncle Wang just sneered, took a sip of hot tea, and then cursed.

"Xiao Sanyuan, even food can't stop your mouth, go cool down."

The young jailer was named Sanyuan. He didn't care at the moment. He just squatted aside with a smile and then asked in a low voice.

"Uncle Wang, you said I can get a permanent job next month?"

Uncle Wang squinted his eyes and cursed.

"Tsk, it's none of my business, how would I know?"

Sanyuan curled his lips and muttered softly.

"Uncle Wang, I got in through your connections..."

"Damn it, stop talking nonsense. I have nothing to do with you. Didn't I return your money a long time ago? If you don't work hard, you will break through a realm..."

Uncle Wang paused slightly as he spoke, then looked at the young man next to him, thought for a moment, and said calmly.

"It's okay if you can't get a permanent job. You're still young, Sanyuan. You should think more about this critical moment..."

"Uncle, don't try to persuade me. If I wanted to run, I would have already run. Besides, I'm not a fool. People from both the sect and our court are all there at the border. If they are really breached one day, where can I hide?"

Uncle Wang said with a wandering look.

"There is a cloud boat on the border of Da Yan..."

"Forget it. You want me to leave Dayan and go to another country? Hey, I'm not a boneless guy." Sanyuanzi said with a smile, then finished eating the biscuit in his hand and inquired.

"Uncle Wang, seriously, tell me how to get a permanent job. I'll work two days and rest two days, double the overtime pay and get food and lodging. I'll work till I die for such a good job..."

Although it is midsummer, the morning sun is not hot. Instead, there is a breeze blowing through the streets, through thousands of homes, and through Tianlan City.

The wind is blowing in Tianlan City.

Uncle Wang looked at the young trainee prison guard in front of him, and a figure suddenly appeared in his mind for no reason.

What a difference.

He took a sip of the turbid tea in his hand before speaking slowly.

"A year ago, or a year and a half ago, I can't remember exactly. At that time, there was a kid about your age who also came in through my connections. He was also a trainee prison guard, um..."

With a smile on his face, Uncle Wang thought for a moment and said with a smile.

"But he should be the strongest trainee jailer in all the years since the establishment of the Heavenly Prison..."

Uncle Wang narrated the story slowly and casually, describing each of the past events.

It clearly happened just over a year ago, but when the words came out of my mouth, they seemed to be stained with the traces of time.

Uncle Wang then realized that it is not things but people that are tainted by time.

The warden, the genius girl, and the young man who used to call her Uncle Wang with a smile are all gone.

Time has passed, things have changed, people have changed, and everything is over, so it seems as if a long time has passed.

Uncle Wang was talking with great enthusiasm, and young Sanyuan was also listening attentively.

"That trainee jailer was accepted as an apprentice by the former warden?"

"That trainee jailer entered the eighth level of the prison and came out alive?"

"The trainee jailer killed the prefect???"

"That trainee jailer seduced the most beautiful girl in the prison???"

Xiao Sanyuan looked surprised and opened his mouth wide.

He had only heard of these things occasionally and only knew the general idea.

But this is the first time I’ve heard someone talk about it in such detail.

He asked questions one after another, and when he got affirmative answers, his expression showed admiration.

I forgot what happened at the beginning and the middle, I only remember that at the end I seduced the most beautiful girl in the prison.

"A role model for our generation."

But Xiao Sanyuan asked again in confusion.

"Then why is he still a trainee prison guard in the end? Didn't he get a permanent job?"

"He was the strongest trainee prison guard... Well, it didn't matter whether he was promoted to a regular prison guard at that time." Uncle Wang responded helplessly.

The two were chatting excitedly and didn't notice that there was a figure at the entrance of the prison.

A young man was standing at the door at this moment, his expression calm.

But only when he heard that the trainee jailer had entered the eighth floor of the Sky Prison, his eyes flickered slightly.

He stepped lightly, his body moving but his footsteps were silent.

In the blink of an eye, the man appeared behind Uncle Wang.

A gentle voice sounded behind Uncle Wang.

"Where is the jailer who entered the eighth floor of the prison you mentioned now?"

The voice scared the two of them, and Uncle Wang subconsciously wanted to curse back, but when he saw the person coming, his expression paused slightly, and then he responded in a deep voice.

"He, he is the successor of the previous warden, and now, he is dead..."

"died?"

Uncle Wang’s answer made the young man pause slightly, but he continued.

"How did he get to the eighth floor?"

"I don't know. It was the demon clan that caused the trouble and used some strange methods. But I, a small jailer, don't know the details." Uncle Wang said with a smile on his face.

He looked at the young man in front of him cautiously, not daring to reveal what had happened.

The young man in front of him seemed to want to explore the eighth floor of the Heavenly Prison?
Uncle Wang really had no idea what was imprisoned on the eighth floor, but he only knew that except for the warden, Ye Wuyou and Lu Caiwei, all the other jailers who had entered the eighth floor were dead.

And the young man in front of me...

No one knows the origin of the other party.

Just a few months ago, this young man found Zhao Changhe. No one knew what they talked about, but he ended up staying in Tianlao.

During this period, he also took action and dealt with several attempts by demons to infiltrate.

There is no doubt that this young man is also a practitioner with great supernatural powers.

But the other party seldom interacted with the people in the Heavenly Prison. Apart from Zhao Changhe who could say a few words to him, other people were not even taken seriously by him.

This feeling is very strange, the other party seems to deliberately avoid contact with them.

Even her every move was extremely strange. She looked like a man, but her face and arms were white and clean, and her fingers were slender. She liked to wear long gowns with flowing sleeves, and the hems were deliberately made long, like the hems of her skirts.

Even though this guy is so weird, he should be a good person, right?

The young man was still thinking, but an old voice came from the prison.

"Wu Yi, gone."

It was Zhao Changhe who walked out of the Sky Prison at this moment with a solemn expression.

The young man called Wuyi by Zhao Changhe stopped thinking, then raised his head slightly and looked into the distance, outside the city wall.

Others could not notice it, but as people with great supernatural powers and in the fifth realm, he and Zhao Changhe had already sensed it.

There was a foul smell of evil spirit approaching gradually.

Wu Yi looked back at Zhao Changhe at this moment, frowned slightly, and said in a cold tone.

"Let me make it clear in advance that this is the last time I will help you. After this, if there is no other way, I will try my own method. I hope you will not stop me then."

These words made Zhao Changhe silent for a moment, and then he spoke in a deep voice.

"I know."

The two figures gradually went away.

The young jailer Xiao Sanyuan blinked and asked Uncle Wang in a low voice.

"Uncle Wang, do you think that man named Wuyi is a bit effeminate?"

"Get lost, stop talking nonsense, someone else will slap you to death with his magical powers."

Uncle Wang quickly covered the other person's mouth, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he could no longer see the two people's backs out of the corner of his eye.

He looked into the distance, towards the city wall, thought for a moment, and sighed.

"These two walked out of the prison together. This means that there are probably some demons sneaking in again..."

Xiao Sanyuan beside him showed a hint of worry in his eyes.

"Ah, there are more demons. Lord Zhao and the others will be alright, right?"

Uncle Wang took a sip of tea and spoke softly with a faint smile.

“Don’t worry, Xiao Sanyuan. Lord Zhao is a practitioner of the Five Realms Jade Balance with great magical powers. He will not lose.”

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Accompanied by a loud roar, an old figure slumped down on the wall that had turned into ruins, his breath was weak and his chest was covered in blood.

Zhao Changhe lost!
(End of this chapter)