I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

Opportunities and risks appear at the same time.

Most people think about opportunities, but Zhou Yi is just the opposite.

The King of Heaven obviously has bad intentions, and ordinary people are willing to take risks for the sake of supernatural powers.

Acquire the supreme magic skill, be promoted to Xiantian in ten years, and become a generation of master.

"This plot always feels familiar?"

Zhou Yi shrugged. He was neither the son of a certain high-ranking man, nor did his ancestors have a deep hatred waiting to be repaid. Compared with the protagonist of Destiny, he was more like a little villain who tortured criminals and made money.

"So, it's enough to prostitute a sound transmission secret technique for free!"

Zhou Yi carried a bucket into Prison A and No. 2, where Huang Tianwang was imprisoned.

The layout of the cell is similar. Huang Tianwang is locked on the rack, his hair is disheveled, and his Taoist robe is stained with black and red blood.

Both arms were twisted like noodles, and I don't know how many pieces were broken. All ten fingers were cut off, leaving only the bare palm.

"Heavenly King, please eat."

Zhou Yi used the secret technique of sound transmission, but the Xuanjia guard on duty at the gate did not respond.

Huang Tianwang was slightly taken aback, and continued to eat as if nothing had happened, and asked through voice transmission.

"Who are you? Are you here to save the poor?"

"no."

Zhou Yi turned his mind, and replied: "Please ascend to heaven!"

"The poor should have thought about it a long time ago, those aristocratic families are like grass on the wall, the east wind follows the east wind, and the west wind follows the west wind..." Huang Tianwang muttered to himself.

Zhou Yi frowned slightly, and didn't continue to fool around.

After delivering the meal, I went to look for Prison Zheng, saying that I had a cold and asked for a month or two of leave.

"You look like an old turtle!"

Zheng Siyu waved his hand, not embarrassing Zhou Yi.

...

Chunfeng Building.

Yingge Yanwu, red sleeves swagger.

It was already full before the evening, and today is the day to judge the oiran.

Goulan launched ten or twenty Qing courtiers, who took turns to show off their talents, playing piano, chess, dancing, calligraphy, painting and poetry, and weeded out two or three every ten days, and finally the remaining ones were oirans.

After this round of selection, they can earn much more than the Qing Dynasty.

In order to support the beauties, wealthy businessmen throw money without blinking an eye, and the success is unknown.

"Miss Nongyu, your piano skills are unparalleled! Reward!"

The fat man with ten jade ring fingers on his hands waved out a stack of silver notes.

"Miss Lianxiang's poems have been spread all over Shenjing, surpassing most of the poems, and should be number one!"

The person who spoke was a scholar, and he couldn't throw money like a fat man, so he called friends and classmates to help, and the momentum was not small.

"What kind of nonsense poetry, someone said it long ago, Lianxiang spent money to buy it from outside."

"Don't slander people's reputation with lies. My father is the judge of the Beijing government. If you dare to slander, someone will take you!"

"Xiao Xiaotong judge dares to be arrogant, the young master is in Weiyuan Hou's mansion, come and arrest him at will!"

"vulgar!"

"waste!"

"..."

Shenjing is the capital of Fengyang, and throwing a brick can hit a sixth-rank official, so a mere verdict is really nothing. However, as soon as he started scolding with Xungui, scholars immediately supported him, and the discussion was raging for a while.

Seeing the dispute intensified, the old bustard couldn't keep her eyes open as she laughed.

No major events can happen under the emperor's feet, and the childcare who mixes with the crowd on both sides can guide himself with words, and the final victory or defeat falls on the election of the oiran.

If you get angry like this, let alone earn tens of thousands of taels of silver!

Box on the second floor.

There is no wall on the side facing the downstairs stage, so you can clearly see the performances of the ladies and gentlemen. When you are tired, you can also drop the brocade curtain and have a chat with the girls over tea.

Zhou Yi half-lyed on the soft bed, hugged left and right, and someone poured wine and vegetables.

From time to time, I told a joke I heard in my previous life, and the two girls with low laughs gave out giggling and clear laughter.

Telling another tragic love story, the girl felt the same way and shed tears.

"This is the real blessing!"

Zhou Yi snuggled up to Yu Yixiang, very happy.

After taking paid sick leave from the prison, Zhou Yi took off his old makeup and changed into a young and handsome appearance, staying in Chunfeng Building for more than half a month.

Disguise is easy to age with less age, but extremely difficult with less age.

Affected by the talent of longevity, Zhou Yi no longer grows when he becomes an adult. Zhou Yi only needs to change his skin color, face shape and voice slightly, even if Zhang Zhou is reborn, he will not recognize him.

Few of the other guards in the sky prison remembered Zhou Yi's appearance when he was young.

"I'm like a ghost, an immortal ghost, wandering in the world!"

Zhou Yi shook his wine glass and murmured: "The empire or the royal family, civil servants or military generals, a generation of arrogance or power, are just passing clouds!"

Huang Tianwang colluded with the southern family, and the sky prison has become a powder keg, and he will return after the storm is over.

Crash!

A loud noise, followed by a woman's scream, interrupted Zhou Yi's thoughts.

"I have a lot of money. I want to sleep with whomever I want. Do you look down on me?"

The man who spoke was short and fat, but his hands were surprisingly strong. He smashed the table with his palm, pinched the old bustard's neck and scolded him.

"Cough cough cough..."

The old bustard could not speak, only felt that his neck was about to break.

"Where are you country bumpkins who dare to make trouble in Chunfeng Building!" Before the words were heard, the figure arrived, and the knife light directly grabbed the man's neck, without any thought of keeping his hand.

"We are the two heroes of Mobei, not country bumpkins."

The short and fat man threw down the bustard, and his figure bounced off the ground like a ball. He spun around in the air and deflected the edge of the blade, colliding with the swordsman.

Boom! Boom!

With continuous loud bangs, the swordsman hit the wall and slowly slid down.

Pupupu spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs, twitched twice and fell silent.

The old bustard turned pale and trembled with fright, the swordsman was the enshrinement of the master behind the scenes, a man of steel and iron, he couldn't walk through a round, and if he didn't dare to say anything, he wouldn't sell it.

"Nongyu, don't come to serve this uncle!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The short and fat man laughed heartily, grabbed Nongyu's lapel, and took it away with a few leaps.

The staff of Chunfeng Building skillfully carried away the corpse of the swordsman, cleaned the blood, and replaced it with new tables, chairs and benches, as if nothing had happened just now.

After a while.

The guests resumed their excitement, and continued to play music and dance.

"How many first-class masters is this?"

Zhou Yi hung out in the Chunfeng Tower, and met several first-class masters in half a month, some of whom could not tell the depth, most likely the top masters of the marrow cleansing state.

Brothels and restaurants were the most well-informed, and people talked about it the day after King Cangtian was imprisoned.

Fifteen years ago, King Cangtian was just an ordinary disciple of the Dajiang Gang, with average martial arts talent.

While escorting the cargo with the ship, he accidentally caught the inheritance of the magical power in the river, and he broke through the innate master in just ten years. If he met Generalissimo Li Wu by mistake, no one in Fengyang Kingdom could control him, at least he could secure half of the country!

Rumors spread extremely quickly, and it was obvious that someone was fueling the flames.

People in the Jianghu are not interested in rebelling and becoming king, but they can't bear the temptation of magic skills. Masters from all over Fengyang Kingdom gather in Shenjing.

"Aristocratic family, aristocratic family, all should be punished!"

Zhou Yi shook his head lightly, and opened his mouth to eat the grapes the girl had peeled.

...

That night.

The stars and the moon are overcast, and the dark clouds cover the sky.

Dali Temple suddenly caught fire and spread to dozens of attics in an instant.

The fire soared into the sky, and the sky was dark red, and the personnel of the city patrol department were powerless.

There are many important files in Dali Temple, and the Chancellor of Dali Temple immediately sent an order to call the Tianlao Imperial Army to assist. The Tianlao was next to the Dali Temple. After receiving the order, the commander of the forbidden army immediately dispatched troops to put out the fire.

Not long after the imperial army left, dozens of figures appeared outside the prison.

Tall, short, fat and thin, all of them looked strange.

Monks and Taoists, how can you see that compassion is clearly vicious.

The gate of the prison is made of fine steel, and the walls on all sides are ten feet thick, even the innate master can't open it.

"When will the door open?"

"It's still half an hour away."

"Hey hey, big head ghost, didn't you say that fools are here?"

"Two big stupid bears, you are a fool!"

"Yiku ghost, let's wait for this matter, and send you to see the King of Hades."

"..."

While talking, there was a loud noise in front of him.

Boom!

The door of the sky prison fell in response, not because the fine steel door was broken, but because gunpowder blasted the door post from the inside.

The guards on duty in the prison looked dazed, and the Xuanjia Army had already started to form.

"kill!"

A long howling sounded, and dozens of figures rushed into the prison door as fast as lightning.

"Bold! The prison is heavy, the attacker Zhu Jiu..."

Before the leader of the Xuanjia Army finished speaking, the hidden weapon of the flying needle pierced through the armor and shattered his heart.

Hundreds of Xuanjia soldiers rode on their horses, and they could kill the Marrow Washing Realm by charging, but when they stepped down, the battle became a one-sided massacre.

What's more, among the night raiders, there was more than one top expert.

"Haha... kill me!"

The chunky man's weapons were two copper hammers, the heads of which were the size of a human head, and he rushed into the cell and smashed them indiscriminately. The jailer was injured when he rubbed it, and died when he touched it. In an instant, more than 20 people died under the hammer.

The hammer head was covered with red and white, and he stuck out his tongue and licked it, and the killing became more and more frenzied.

The chunky man came to prison No. 1 first, raised his hammer and dropped it, smashing the cell railing.

"Heavenly King, I'm here to save you!"

"The two bears in Mobei..."

Cang Tianwang slowly raised his head, under the fluffy hair was a handsome face.

"Aren't you the Heavenly King?"

The short and fat man has never seen the King of Heaven, but he has heard that the leader of Jiangnan martial arts is a wrinkled old man.

Suddenly, his heart trembled, his eyes were full of horror, and he tremblingly said: "You are Li Wu, the God of Killing!"

"You bear is not stupid enough yet."

Li Wu shook lightly, and the iron chains that bound his limbs opened by themselves.

"I don't care who you are, you're going to die!"

The short and fat man said harshly, two copper hammers were thrown out of his hands, but he turned around and ran away like a pinball.

"I heard that you like to watch dogs eat people. Tomorrow, the Japanese general will come looking for hounds to see how many you can feed."

Li Wu's figure flickered, and he appeared behind the short and fat man in an instant. He flicked his fingers repeatedly, and the invisible qi shattered his limbs, brushed gently, and the innate qi sealed the acupuncture points all over his body.

Several masters outside the prison gate saw Li Wu as if they had seen a ghost.

"withdraw!"

"This is a trap!"

However, it was too late, Li Wu passed by several people, and they all fell to the ground.

"Li Wu, you are so ruthless!"

The person who spoke was white-haired, and the blue Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, but he was an expert in the Taoist sect who refined his inner energy.

Li Wu said slowly: "From today onwards, all the disciples of Tianyi Temple in the south of the Yangtze River and Jinguang Temple, both true and lay disciples, will be charged with treason!"

"Amitabha!"

The monk is holding a convenient shovel, and the golden inner air comes out through the body, as if the King Kong is alive.

"Can't escape, let's go together!"

The impermanent ghost's hands were as black as ink, exuding a foul-smelling poisonous gas, and shuttled through the cell like a phantom.

"Under Heaven, everyone is an ant!"

A blue long sword suddenly appeared in Li Wu's hand. Under the urging of his innate zhenqi, it flew and turned flexibly in the air, cutting the impermanent ghost into two pieces.

The Taoist monk didn't go through a few tricks, and died under the flying sword!

The rest of the Jianghu masters no longer had the heart to resist, they threw away their weapons and knelt down to beg for mercy...