A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Surrender yourself,

Put on blue pants and a white striped shirt.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy walked expressionlessly in a cold prison, his nose filled with the smell of disinfectant.

"Jiang Ding,"

"Accept the government's reforms honestly and start a new life after you come out."

A fat prison guard said solemnly: "You were originally going to a juvenile detention center at your age. I don't know why you are here. You can learn a trade well here and you can make a living when you come out. You can also use it to find a job in the future." Get on."

One year has passed, and the initial enthusiasm for the "Cultivator" newspaper has long passed.

The life span of mortals is not long enough for them to remember such distant things, let alone a very partial scientific research and academic newspaper.

There are not many big stars who appear on the screen every day.

"Well, I understand."

Jiang Ding glanced at him and walked into his own prison.

"well……"

Behind him, the fat prison guard sighed and shook his head, feeling that he was another hopeless troubled boy.

Jiang Ding put on his prison uniform and sat cross-legged.

As a golden elixir monk, he does not need food to survive.

However, prison is not a cave.

It’s not that you committed a crime, you just go into seclusion for a while and you’re done. There is no such good thing.

Jiang Ding glanced at the prison's schedule.

You must get up at seven in the morning, have breakfast, and then exercise for half an hour. Then you have to do labor camp from 8 to 12 o'clock, have a lunch break from 12 to 2 o'clock, and continue to do labor camp from 2 to 6 o'clock.

From six to eight o'clock in the evening, I studied ideological and moral courses, studied the "Public Security Law" that he violated, various articles and cases, and various videos of Jindan monks repenting and reforming.

The last time from 8pm to 7am is the time to go to bed or log into the Xianmen Library to study, but the Internet is not allowed and you can only read literature and books.

It's 7:43 in the morning.

Jiang Ding tidied up, walked out of the prison gate, and followed the passing inmates for a run and exercise.

"One two one"

"One, two, one..."

They lined up neatly, shouted slogans, and ran and exercised under the supervision of prison guards.

Jiang Ding was inconspicuous among the crowd.

There were people of all ages around, middle-aged, old and young, from all walks of life, but they did not dare to cause any trouble under the watchful eyes of the prison guards.

"Hey! Big day...Jiang Ding!"

"Here, look here!"

Suddenly, an excited shout came from not far away: "Why are you here?"

"Aha!"

"Let me just say, people like you can't stay idle. Sooner or later, you will come over to stay with me."

"Hahaha!"

Jiang Ding looked up.

Sure enough, I saw a bunch of beating yellow hair, running up and down. Under the yellow hair was a thin young man with a pale face, looking at him excitedly, as if he had seen a close friend.

Jiang Ding was speechless.

In fact, I don’t know what to say.

"Li Ritian!"

"Reform well and don't make noises!"

The prison guards around him scolded him sternly.

"Okay, okay, officer..."

The Sun-Destroying Heavenly Lord smiled apologetically, not daring to say anything more and burying his head in running.

At the end of the run, everyone was out of breath and tidied up a little. Then they each came to their workstations and started working.

"Hi, Dainichi Kenko!"

Sun Destroyer Tianjun greeted Jiang Ding, and the two were working close to each other.

This is no coincidence.

Jiang Ding used his spiritual consciousness to scan the pile of parts in front of him. They seemed to be some parts of the optical recorder, which required Nascent Soul-level spiritual consciousness to manufacture. There was also a jade slip next to it.

Jiang Ding took a look.

It introduces the manufacturing method of high-precision parts of an optical array recorder called RST-7857. It is very simple. It just requires the accuracy of spiritual consciousness.

Looking to the side, what appears to be parts of a fortress-level heavy artillery on the Sun-Destroying Heavenly Lord's station are things that require God-level consciousness to make. It's simple, but it really can't be done without God-level consciousness.

This is the labor camp for high-ranking monks.

It's not just about making clothes, sewing them and mending them.

The two of them had similar work stations, so naturally their cultivation and strength were similar. Labor reform required a high-precision production workshop, so they were put together.

"Senior Mie Ri, long time no see."

Jiang Ding sighed.

He began to work with his consciousness and mana to produce RST-7857.

"How did you get in?"

"Let's talk about it."

The Sun-Destroying Heavenly Lord was very excited. He felt that as the host, he had the responsibility to entertain the new little brother: "Let me tell you, the water in this prison is very deep. Most people don't know..."

He chattered endlessly.

"Senior, you will know when you get out."

Jiang Ding didn't want to say much and kept his head down on his work.

"No,"

"I'll show you something good."

The Sun-Destroying Heavenly Lord glanced around and repeatedly confirmed that there was no one, and then secretly handed out a book: "Take a look, uncle, I have the good things at the bottom of the box, secrets that are not told, if you weren't that little Yuchi, I won’t even show you this guy’s students.”

"Senior, don't get involved in pornography, we will be sentenced to a longer sentence..."

Jiang Ding suddenly felt something bad, and immediately jumped away, looked at the surveillance camera, and indicated that he was definitely not involved.

But before he could react,

A book has already appeared in my arms, and there is no use in escaping.

"Involved in pornography?"

Hearing his words, the Sun-Destroying Heavenly Lord was startled and showed a lewd smile: "This really exists, just wait a moment..."

"No, no, no, no,"

"Senior, I'm kidding, kidding."

Jiang Ding couldn't bear it and glanced at the book in his arms.

""Summary of Sentence Reduction Experience in Xiandu No. 1 Prison - Li Ritian".

"Seriously?"

Jiang Ding was a little surprised and quietly turned the page with his spiritual consciousness: "Xiandu No. 1 Prison was founded on December 6, 5477. The first warden was... The current warden is... There are 759 prison guards...

Over the past thousand years, more than 780,000 people have successfully obtained commutations. Summarizing their successful experiences, as well as the personal preferences of prison directors and prison guards, I think..."

Jiang Ding's eyes were unknowingly attracted and he read page after page.

It contains detailed data and abundant references, involving changes in legal provisions over the past ten thousand years, interpretations of the latest policies, and even some cutting-edge discussions in legal philosophy, the impact that outside situations may have on commutation laws and regulations, etc.

Taking out any part of it is enough to beat the law professors of the major universities in Xianmen.

A magnificent masterpiece.

"How's it going? Is it okay?"

Sun Destroyer Tianjun said proudly: "This is my hard work. It has not been published yet and no one can see it."

"You are indeed strong, there is nothing to say."

Jiang Ding was convinced.

After a little calculation, through this very applicable sentence reduction experience summary, his three-year sentence can be shortened by up to one year, and he only needs to do two years of hard labor.

I didn't want to whet my appetite at the moment. I spent some time telling the story about how I accidentally cast the prototype of the Metal Destroying Sword and introduced this article.

"Senior, I think your Sun Tracking Technique "Sun Breath Chasing Sky Locking Spirit Technique" can be improved from the perspective of the cause and effect of gold, using the original gold to track down all enemies in the sky and on the earth."

Jiang Ding suggested.

Immortal monks regard information as their life.

If the enemy can be targeted faster, more accurately and at a greater distance, there will be a large number of immortal cultivators surviving on the battlefield, which can even affect the initiative of boundary wars.

"It seems reasonable..."

Speaking of business, Mie Ri Tianjun put away a study material that he had carefully collected over the years, temporarily put off his plan to share it, and seriously considered the feasibility.

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