I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

the next day.

dungeon.

Zhou Yi came to Prison No. 9 with a meal of severed head.

Wrapped in plain white clothes, the four sons and three daughters lay neatly on the ground, already out of breath. The woman in filial piety next to her collapsed on the ground, her eyes staring blankly.

Li Xiong stood in the prison, watching Zhou Yi with cold eyes.

"Just remember, General Ben, his wife and children are waiting here, and when Li Wu comes in, tell him!"

Seeing the tragedy of the father killing his children in the prison, Zhou Yi frowned slightly. Looking around the cell, there were no guards on duty, and he knew it in his heart.

The imperial court did not plan to carry out the execution publicly, and signaled that Li Xiongtian committed suicide in fear of crime.

"The general is honest and honest, and has made outstanding contributions. In the future, he will be worthy of being famous in the history of the Taimiao." Zhou Yi talked to Li Xiong yesterday, out of the indignation of slaughtering the people, a little over the line.

How could it be possible to discuss Li Wu and the imperial court indiscriminately today? Even if the officials wished to punish the Li family and nine clans, they still had to praise the loyalty to the monarch and the country on the surface.

"He will come, I am waiting for him!"

After Li Xiong finished speaking, he slapped the woman on the forehead with his palm, and then slapped himself on the head with his hand.

The couple died after their skulls were shattered.

"I knew it earlier, why bother!"

Zhou Yi pretended to be flustered and went out to greet the jailer, and carried Li Xiong's family out of the prison cell. The Li family members came to collect the body, and it is not known whether they can enter the ancestral grave.

"I'm in a bad mood today, so choose an unlucky guy to perform magic!"

Zhou Yi wandered to Prison No. 12 with good wine and good food.

The prisoner was as big as a bear, half a head taller than Zhang Er's execution frame, with several scars interlaced on his shiny bald head, which belonged to the common people who would report thieves entering the city when walking on the street.

The prisoner glanced at the wine and meat, and licked his lips: "Is it my turn today?"

"You guys are quite knowledgeable."

Zhou Yi arranged the food and wine, and brought the meat with chopsticks to the prisoner's mouth.

The prisoner was not polite, he ate meat and drank happily, and finally burped: "I have heard about it outside. There is a jailer in the sky prison. He likes to torture the masters of the rivers and lakes. No one can survive his torture."

"I actually still have a reputation in the Jianghu?"

Zhou Yi heard about this for the first time, he was at two o'clock and one line every day, and never cared about the court.

The prisoner said: "The Jianghu called you the old devil of the blood prison. It is rumored that your whole family died of a master of the Jianghu, that's why you are so cruel."

"Old devil?"

Zhou Yi looked at the gray hair, and nodded slightly: "The nickname is good, quite imposing, and the comrades in the rivers and lakes praised it absurdly!"

The prisoner said coldly: "You are like a tortoise, hide in Shenjing and don't go out, otherwise you would have been beaten to death!"

"Maybe they have been to Shenjing, but no one knows."

Zhouyi's small courtyard in Shenjing has been very lively in the past two years. The jujube trees in the courtyard are growing vigorously, and colleagues praised the jujubes as sweet and delicious.

Maybe it's because the masters of the rivers and lakes have succeeded in exercising their bodies, the flesh and blood contain special energy, and the dates they grow are not ordinary.

Zhou Yi plans to plant another grape, and ask his colleagues to taste it.

"I don't believe it anymore, I will try your torture today."

The prisoner proudly said: "Back then when I violated the commandment of killing in the temple, the eighteen monks broke all the torture sticks, and my uncle survived like me!"

"It turned out to be a high-ranking disciple of Buddhism, disrespect and disrespect."

Zhou Yi packed up the bowls and chopsticks, put his palms on the prisoner's dantian, and performed the Heaven Swallowing Devil Art.

The thick internal energy flowed out from the prisoner's body like opening a sluice to release water, and within a short time, the internal energy in the prisoner's dantian was completely swallowed up.

"You are..."

The prisoner's bald head was throbbing with blue veins, his eyes were wide open and he didn't dare to say anything: "Tun Tian... magic power?"

"You know?"

Without waiting for the prisoner to speak, Zhou Yi slapped the prisoner on the head, and his inner air came out through his body, turning his brain into tofu.

"The more you know, the greater your curiosity, and the more dangerous you are!"

...

At the beginning of the twelfth year of Hongchang.

General Li Wu defeated the main force of the enemy army on Snake Pan Mountain, beheaded 200,000 soldiers, and captured the third prince of Dayong alive.

After that, he chased and killed the defeated soldiers for 1,200 miles, and completely regained the old land of Fengyang Kingdom.

When the good news spread to Shenjing, the common people cheered and cheered, but the court officials fell silent.

In the autumn of the same year.

Li Wu led his army into the territory of Dayong, broke through twelve cities in a row, and reached the Tiandan Zhenhun Pass in the southern border of Dayong.

The general of Zhenhun Gate let Li Wu call the battle, but he couldn't shrink back. The Dayong court sent envoys to sue for peace.

...

The vicissitudes of the outside world have nothing to do with Zhouyi.

courtyard.

Zhou Yi sat cross-legged under the grape trellis, silently performing the Heaven Swallowing Demon Art.

The inner qi surging like a river flows through the meridians, and there is a faint roar of turbulent waves crashing on the shore.

"Seven years, devouring the internal energy of more than ninety Jianghu masters... Now, it has finally reached the 500-year limit!"

Zhou Yi asked the jailer for a vacation, and devoted himself to retreating at home until he broke through the innate realm.

"According to the description of the magic art, the internal energy has reached five hundred years. You only need to keep circulating until you use your own power to move the heavens and the earth, and you will be able to comprehend the realm of the innate master!"

The inner qi circulates continuously along the meridians, running for more than a dozen big cycles in a row.

Zhou Yi only felt that the meridians had reached their carrying limit, some tiny meridians had cracks, and they still couldn't sense the innate realm.

"snort!"

Zhou Yi couldn't help but groaned in pain, the pain of cracks in the meridians was no worse than Ling Chi's torture.

At this time, continuing to run the magic power may break through the innate, or the meridians may be cut off and you will become a cripple, or at worst, you will die directly.

"Ordinary people may grit their teeth and persevere in order to break through their innate skills. I... will try again tomorrow!"

then.

Zhou Yi stopped his exercise, got up, made a pot of good tea, and recited Taoist scriptures in his hand.

Concentrate your mind and calm your restlessness.

the next day.

Zhou Yi ran the magic power again, a few more laps than yesterday, and reached the limit of the meridians.

"It seems that my talent is really a bit poor."

"Ordinary people with low talent, seeing the year after year go by, will either be disheartened and let everyone down, or desperately try to gamble their lives to break through. After all, life does not wait for anyone."

"Fortunately, there is the fruit of longevity, no bottlenecks, shackles, can't stand the tempering of time."

"Only me, even though the world has changed, I will remain the same!"

Zhou Yi stopped his exercises and took a volume of Buddhist scriptures to recite.

The Buddhist scriptures exclude the sutras such as endurance, and other explanations such as cause and effect and karma, which Zhou Yi quite agrees with.

Autumn goes to spring and time flies.

Half a year passed in a blink of an eye.

At the beginning, someone in the prison asked why Lao Zhou hadn't come back, but he got used to it later.

today.

Zhou Yi was burning incense and chanting sutras, when suddenly something mysterious came into his mind, and the Heaven Swallowing Demon Art was operating in his body by itself.

After running for tens of weeks, the meridians still don't feel pain.

At this time, wisps of cool air flowed into Zhou Yi's body from the outside world, like ice silk and drizzle, moistening things silently.

"Is this the aura of heaven and earth?"

Zhou Yi closed his eyes and sensed, there was a faint mysterious aura between the heaven and the earth divided into five colors, if there was or if it was not, it was extremely thin.

As the majestic inner qi circulates, the five-color aura is driven into the body and into the inner qi. The inner air is loose like a cloud, and gradually condenses into substance as the spiritual energy flows in.

Five hundred years of majestic internal air compression changes, becoming a trickle.

"This is the innate true essence? The amount is reduced by ten times, but the quality is increased by a hundred times!"

Zhou Yi circulated his true energy, which came out from his fingertips, condensed into a Qi sword visible to the naked eye, and waved his hand towards the stone slab on the ground.

brush!

Without a sound, the air sword cut the stone slab into two pieces.

"Within three or four feet, the power of the internal energy will be greatly reduced, and if it is one foot away, the internal energy will collapse on its own. True essence is different, even if it is two or three feet away, it can still condense and not disperse, and its power will not decrease."

"Such a method of killing, in the eyes of ordinary people, is almost like a fairy!"

"No wonder there are legends in the Jianghu that under the innate masters, they are all ants!"

Zhouyi circulates the innate true energy, and after a week, the aura of heaven and earth that flows into the body is almost undetectable.

"With such a speed of practice, does it take hundreds of years to practice to consummate perfection?"

"The reason for this slowness must not only be due to poor aptitude. No matter whether it is the Heaven Swallowing Devil Art or the Guiyuan Jue, there is no way to practice after the innate."

"Secondly, the aura of heaven and earth is extremely thin in the ordinary world, and the intake is naturally slow. Thirdly, it is purely relying on self-cultivation, without any auxiliary things such as pills..."

Zhou Yi thought about it carefully, and listed several reasons for his slow practice.

"However, I still want to cultivate quietly in the common world. Even if it takes hundreds of years, until one day I really have no progress, it will not be too late to go to the world of immortality."

"The world of cultivating immortals is different from ordinary people. It is too difficult to hide, and there are too many ways to harm people. It is difficult to practice purely like now."

On the contrary, Zhou Yi believed that the mundane aura was extremely thin, and it was a kind of protection for himself.

"Besides, it seems that there is no way to cultivate immortals..."

Zhou Yi suddenly recalled that the nameless formula taught by Wei Chang back then was to sense the energy of heaven and earth, and strengthen the body through exercises.

Back then, he couldn't get started no matter what, but now that Zhou Yi has been promoted to Xiantian, he can already sense the aura of heaven and earth.

"... Ning Xin is natural, breathe slowly, gather the divine light, and reach the heart of heaven..."

Zhou Yi recited the formula silently, the true energy in his body circulated by itself, and the aura of heaven and earth gathered at a speed several times faster than before.

The spiritual energy refined by the nameless formula does not increase the innate true energy, but integrates into the muscles, bones, viscera, limbs and bones. The martial arts training body that has just entered the viscera realm has grown a bit visible to the naked eye.

"This mantra is not a practice, it should be the legendary body training technique!"

"So, can I cultivate another Henglian Xiantian?"

Zhou Yi showed a smile on his face, no matter practicing martial arts or cultivating immortals, it was all for protecting the Dao Fruit of Longevity. As long as you can increase your strength, you don't hesitate to spend time cultivating, there is no difference between a hundred years and a thousand years.

"It's time to go to duty tomorrow!"

...

dungeon.

Zhou Yi greeted the bridge on duty.

"Old Feng, long time no see."

"Eh?"

Feng Qiao was reminiscing about Miss Lianxiang from Chunfeng Tower, the oiran eight years ago, a wealthy businessman who spent a lot of money and couldn't get it, but now she only needs five taels of silver.

"Old Zhou, are you alive?"

"..."

Zhou Yi asked, "Who said I'm dead?"

"It is said in the prison that you always like to torture the masters of the rivers and lakes, and killed so many people. There are many enemies outside, who were attacked and killed in revenge, and there is not even a complete body left!"

Feng Qiao explained: "Lieutenant Zhu sent someone to your house, but no one answered when he knocked on the door, so everyone believed it."

"I hid outside for a while, and I'm fine now."

Before the Zhouyi retreat, he prepared a large amount of food, locked the door, and tasted tea and read books every day to understand his state of mind. No matter who knocked on the door, he didn't bother to pay attention.

During the period, there were indeed thieves admitted to the hospital, perhaps enemies or thieves, but no one could survive Zhou Yi's palm.

With five hundred years of skill in one punch, who can stop it!