The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 233: Prison Break
The Ministry of Justice Prison was actually not the largest prison in Tokyo City. The largest prison in the city was the Kaifeng Prefecture Prison.

After the founding of the Song Dynasty, the powers of the six ministries were severely restricted and weakened. For example, part of the powers of the Ministry of Personnel were divided by the Court of Censors and other offices, and the power of the Ministry of Revenue was completely seized by the Three Departments, which even encroached on part of the powers of the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Works.

It was not until the Yuanfeng Reform of Emperor Shenzong that the three ministries were abolished and the powers of the six ministries were gradually restored, but they were still not as strong as in the heyday of the previous dynasty.

Although there have been changes in the Ministry of Justice, they are not major. Generally, unless it is an important case, it will not go through the final review and trial of the Ministry of Justice. As for the prison, it has basically not been moved. It is still the same scale as when it was built.

Even after the Yuanfeng reform, in addition to the Kaifeng Prefecture Prison, the capital city also had the Censorate Prison, the Dali Temple Prison, the Left and Right Military Prisons, the Sipaian Prison, and the Palace Front Cavalry and Infantry Prison, each with its own functions, so the Ministry of Justice Prison was not expanded, and there were never many people held in there.

Even apart from foreign bandits like Murong Bo and Murong Fu who were involved in treason, ordinary officials who were disobedient or suspected of rebellion would not be included here.

Before Murong Longcheng arrived at the prison, he saw the old and broken black prison door. He had no idea how many years it had been exposed to the wind and rain and had never been replaced. There were marks on it and it looked like it was about to decay.

The soldiers who were supposed to be standing guard carefully, one was leaning against the stone pile nearby, snoring loudly, while the other was lying directly on the ground, holding his spear, and sleeping soundly.

He couldn't help but frown when he saw this, but when he thought about what the head of the Wang family had described that day about the system of the Song Dynasty, that the six ministries were not taken seriously, the Ministry of Justice could not try cases independently, and the Ministry of War did not even have the right to command troops, he felt relieved.

But even so, the prison was not repaired or reinforced, but the soldiers guarding the Ministry of Justice prison fell asleep while on duty, which was really too lax.

Could it be some kind of trick? Murong Longcheng raised his palm expressionlessly, wanting to slap the two men to death, but when he heard their even breathing, clearly sound asleep, he could not help but slowly retract his palm.

He glanced at the door, walked forward and put his hand on it, feeling that it was bolted from the inside. He exerted his internal strength and the door opened without any noise.

Then when I walked in, I smelled a strong smell of alcohol coming from inside. There was a jailer slumped beside the door, drunk and unconscious.

Murong Longcheng seemed to be thinking, if laxity and slackness were the daily state of affairs in the Ministry of Justice prison, then what he saw now was a bit too much, wasn't it?

There are some excuses for the prisons in the local counties, but it is a bit hard to understand why the prisons in the capital are like this. It seems that the military discipline of the Song Dynasty is not strict enough, and the court is not good at commanding the army. No wonder Youyan has not been recovered for more than a hundred years.

But it could also be a trap. Knowing that someone was going to rob the prison, he deliberately pretended to be like this. He couldn't help but think of the figure of the secret guard following him when he was reading the notice on Panlou Street during the day.

Murong Longcheng couldn't help but sneer, even if it was a trap, so what? He was invincible in the world for his martial arts. Now it was dark at night, no different from daytime. Even if tens of thousands of troops surrounded him, they couldn't trap him at night.

At this time, he walked inside. There were oil lamps lit in the recesses on both sides of the narrow passage, flickering shadows, and it was cold and eerie.

After exiting the passage, the light was brighter and the smell of alcohol was stronger. There were cups and plates scattered on the square table, and the wine jars were empty. A dozen jailers were already lying in a mess, some lying down or unconscious, drunk to the point of being unconscious.

Murong Longcheng snorted coldly, ignored him, and went straight forward to look for him.

I saw that the cells were almost all empty, and the chains on some of the doors had rusted shut, indicating that no prisoners had been held there for a long time.

Some of the cell doors were open, and there was a pile of hay deep inside. Upon closer inspection, it was found that the jailer was lying on it and snoring.

Murong Longcheng felt more and more that something was wrong. It was simply a miracle that the Song Dynasty could maintain such military discipline for more than a hundred years. It seemed that the other party must have confirmed that he was coming to rob the prison and deliberately put on an act. It was unclear whether they were lying in ambush inside or outside.

He was not panicked at all. His martial arts skills gave him confidence. This prison could not hold him, and neither could the Tokyo city. As long as he did not seek death, he would not be in any crisis if he rushed into the crowd of soldiers.

After walking around the cells on this side and coming to the area A over there, he noticed some sounds ahead, as if someone was moving.

Walking quickly, I saw a vague figure in a cell from a distance. When I approached, I saw that it was a ragged old man who was carefully breaking the iron chain under his feet.

He made no sound and the old man didn't notice and kept trying hard, but the shackles were strong and tightly fastened together, and the old man didn't seem to have any martial arts skills, so he couldn't budge them at all.

There were two plates and a bowl in front of the old man, containing coarse rice, flatbread, meat and vegetables, but they seemed untouched.

Murong Longcheng looked the old man up and down and saw that his martial arts skills had been destroyed. He did not have any internal strength left in his body and was no different from an ordinary person.

The old man sighed at this time, and suddenly said in a low voice: "Fuer..."

Murong Longcheng raised his eyebrows when he heard this. Was he calling Murong Fu? There were rustling sounds in the cell next door. Someone was inside, but he didn't respond to the old man.

The old man raised his head with a despairing expression. Just as he was about to say something else, he was suddenly startled when he saw Murong Longcheng standing outside the fence with his hands behind his back.

But then he looked at Murong Longcheng for a few breaths, with some turbid light in his eyes, and hesitantly said: "You, you are..."

Murong Longcheng did not say anything. He could tell at a glance that the old man was definitely not someone pretending to be a prisoner. He must have been locked up in this prison for a long time. Moreover, the signs of his martial arts being abolished were not fake.

"Senior, senior..." The old man in the prison was Murong Bo. He had received the news that he would be executed at noon tomorrow and had already lost all hope. He couldn't even eat the extra meal given to the death row prisoners at night. But when he saw that the people outside were not dressed like officials and came at this time, he couldn't help but feel a little lucky.

“Senior, it’s…”

Murong Longcheng asked: "Are you Murong Bo? Where is Murong Fu?"

Murong Bo was stunned when he heard this, and said hurriedly: "My son is in the cell next door."

Murong Longcheng turned around and walked forward. Murong Bo was stunned and couldn't figure out what was going on. If he said he came to rescue them, why did he leave without saying a word?

When Murong Longcheng arrived at the prison in front, he saw a man with disheveled hair chewing a chicken leg bone. There was no meat on the chicken bone, but the man was still biting it greedily and hard.

Murong Longcheng couldn't help but frowned: "Murong Fu!"

The man in the cell remained silent. He couldn't bite the chicken leg bone anymore, so he grabbed the plate in front of him and started licking it.

Murong Longcheng's eyes flickered and doubts arose in his mind. Why did the figure of the person in front of him look a little different from Murong Fu?

At this time, the person inside dropped the plate, raised his head, his face was dark yellow, with a lot of dirt, and he looked at Murong Longcheng blankly. "Who are you?" Murong Longcheng blurted out. This was not Murong Fu at all, and he looked nothing like Murong Fu.

The person inside took a long time to react, and stammered, "I'm Murong Fu, what do you want me to do?"

Murong Longcheng stared at the man intently, and said word by word: "Are you Murong Fu? Murong Fu from Jiangnan Canhe Manor?"

The person inside nodded with a bewildered look on his face. Murong Longcheng then asked, "Who wants to restore the Great Yan Empire? Murong Fu, who is known as Southern Murong in the martial arts world?"

The person inside showed a horrified expression and murmured, "Yeah, you, you are not here to kill me, are you? Didn't you say that you will be executed tomorrow?"

At this moment, Murong Longcheng's mind was filled with lightning and thunder, and his face became extremely dark.

He took a deep breath and asked, "Do you know the Dou Zhuan Xing Yi technique?"

The person inside nodded again: "I can do it. Didn't I write it to King Yan last time..."

"Written to King Yan? Who is King Yan?"

The person inside said with a hint of tears in his voice: "You were sent by the King of Yan, right? Can you tell the King of Yan to spare my life? I don't want to die. As long as I don't die, I will be his slave."

Murong Longcheng's head felt like it was about to explode. If the person in front of him was Murong Fu, then who was the one he had met before?

"Recite Dou Zhuan Xing Yi for me!" He said in a cold tone, "Recite the first sentence, the last sentence, and the fifth sentence from the end."

The person inside was silent upon hearing this, with a worried look on his face: "I'm about to die, I won't talk about my family's unique martial arts anymore. The King of Yan knows this martial art, weren't you sent by the King of Yan?"

Murong Longcheng said in a low voice: "I am here to save you. As long as I can confirm your identity as Murong Fu, I will take you away!"

The person inside was Murong Fu. He was stunned when he heard the words, and his eyes widened: "I, I will recite it to you, can you really take me away?"

"Hurry up and recite it, or I'll kill you with one finger!" Murong Longcheng raised his hand and used the Sanhe Finger, and with a "puff" sound, a bottomless hole was made on the blue brick wall.

"I'll recite it, I'll recite it..." Murong Fu shuddered with fear, and hurriedly recited the first, last and fifth-to-last sentences of the Dou Zhuan Xing Yi technique.

Murong Longcheng's face looked extremely ugly at this moment. He recalled that when he was at Chanhe Manor, the confused old man surnamed Qin had said more than once that Murong Fu had not returned to the manor for several years.

I didn't believe it at the time, but now it seems to be true. The person in front of me is Murong Fu, but who is the young man who has inherited my Great Zhoutian Dou Zhuan Xing Yi?

He said in a cold tone: "You just said that you gave this technique to the King of Yan? Which King of Yan? The King of Yan from Song?"

Murong Fu nodded vigorously: "It was him, it was him. He pretended to be me at Leigu Mountain and captured me. Later, he forced me to tell him the Dou Zhuan Xing Yi technique."

When Murong Longcheng heard the word "impersonate", his head buzzed and everything went dark. He asked with a trembling voice, "What does he look like?"

Murong Fu hurriedly described it, and then said: "You really weren't sent by him to kill me, but to save me?"

"You brat, how dare you lie to me!" Murong Longcheng's face had turned purple and blue. He had no time to pay attention to Murong Fu. He was so angry that his whole body was shaking.

I figured it out, finally figured it out, why Murong Fu secretly ran away from Mantuo Villa and never returned to Chanhe Villa, why the girl named Azhu only gave him one copy of the family tree to read and not the other one, and why the confused old man kept saying that the young master had never returned home.

It was indeed fake. That Murong Fu was definitely fake. He cheated me out of my Great Zhoutian Dou Zhuan Xing Yi and deceived me into a fool. Even I couldn't bear it and came to the Tokyo Ministry of Justice to save him!
Murong Longcheng roared to the sky, causing the dust above the prison to fall down, the wooden beams to rustle, and insects and rats to fall to the ground and die.

He raised his hand to slam open the cell door, tore off the chains that bound Murong Fu, and grabbed him by the collar.

At this moment, Murong Bo in the cell next to him heard the noise and shouted, "Senior, take me with you, take me with you, I am also from the Murong family, I can also fight..."

Murong Longcheng struck at the wall with his palm, and the three-foot-thick brick wall was smashed into pieces. His palm force continued to exert itself and hit Murong Bo, shattering him into pieces and killing him instantly.

Then he roared, soared into the sky, and smashed a big hole above the cell, and he appeared under the moon.

At this moment, a sword light suddenly flashed, as if covering half of the night sky and enveloping him.

"Get out!" Murong Longcheng waved his hand and used the Great Zhoutian Dou Zhuan Xing Yi. He felt inexplicably sad and angry, thinking that he was actually played around by a young man, and this young man was actually a member of the Zhao family. He wanted to die. He was humiliated and angry, and his heart was burning.

The person who took action at this time was not someone else, but the old man named Liu who was hiding in the Wude Division. He was Liu Sanbian, a great poet who had just become famous in the world during this dynasty. He had failed in the imperial examinations many times, but Emperor Zhenzong told him to write lyrics instead. Therefore, there was a saying that he wrote lyrics under the emperor's order.

Later, during the reign of Emperor Renzong, he changed his name to Liu Yong and took up an official position. Afterwards, for some unknown reason, he disappeared into the Wude Division until today.

At this moment, all the sword shadows in the sky disappeared under Murong Longcheng's palm, and the sword energy actually rotated back, returning the favor in the same way.

Liu Yong's expression changed slightly, and two different temperaments of love and resentment suddenly rose from his body. He dissolved the sword force he had exerted, his face solemn, and then he thrust out with the sword again, leisurely, as if there was a trace of emotion contained in it, which attracted people's attention unconsciously.

Seeing this, Murong Longcheng raised his eyebrows: "Who are you?"

Liu Yong smiled slightly and said, "I am Liu Sanbian from the Hedong Liu Clan and would like to ask for your advice."

"The Liu family of Hedong, a family of nobility?" Murong Longcheng said grimly, "During the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, they didn't kill all of you? Die!"

As he spoke, he punched at Liu Yong, and starlight flickered on his fist, like the Zhoutian Star Curtain, the Great Zhoutian Star Fighting Divine Fist.

(End of this chapter)