I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

"How does the shopkeeper know?"

Bai Shiyu was startled, almost ran away in fright.

Since the Red League raided the Royal Workshop, it has changed from an illegal organization to a chaotic party. Once exposed, the whole family will be robbed.

With the rise of machines, the imperial court seldom punishes the nine clans, but drags them to mine until they die.

"Family-inherited fortune-telling secrets."

Zhou Yi said: "The two of you are entangled in cause and effect. Today, the blind musician will die. If you follow the clues, you and your family will be implicated!"

"So mysterious?"

Bai Shiyu's eyes were dubious, and he talked with Chen Jiye and others, and learned that the treasurer's martial arts is rare in the world, at least within the understandable range.

Fortune-telling, karma...

With the roar of the machine, the tide of the times is rolling in, and even Taoist monks don't believe it much!

"Why, don't you believe me?"

Zhou Yi raised his brows, counted cleverly with his fingers, envy and jealousy flashed in his eyes, and snorted coldly: "For example, you have to talk about the two or three things with the royal princess, and the deputy commander of the Red League..."

"Please don't count the shopkeeper, I believe it!"

Bai Shiyu's face was flushed, and he seemed to be staring at others. He said in a low voice, "Will there be any accidents when the blind man comes to the tavern? Why don't we go elsewhere? We are in the capital, and we have many hiding places!"

"After tonight, the stronghold will be gone."

Zhou Yi reminded: "The imperial court was too lazy to take care of it before, it's not that they don't know where you are hiding. Tonight, the whole city will search and arrest you and you will not escape."

Bai Shiyu worried: "What about the shopkeeper?"

"I'm safe here."

Zhou Yi took out a gold coin familiarly, and after a distance of one foot, he pressed his palm down and it turned into a gold paper, but the counter was safe and sound.

Bai Shiyu was dumbfounded, and repeatedly checked that it was not a bluffing trick, it was really an unbelievable level of martial arts, recalling the description in the family classics, it was unbelievable.

"The shopkeeper is a congenital master?"

Genuine Qi is separated from the body, internally refined innate!

Zhou Yi nodded and said, "It was a long time ago."

Bai Shiyu was thinking about the Red League in his heart, so he scratched his ears and cheeks, and couldn't help asking: "Do you know, is there any martial arts master in the royal family?"

A master of martial arts coerces a country, but he can take the head of the enemy general from the army.

Ever since the coalition forces of various countries failed to attack the Great Zhou Dynasty, there has been no grandmaster in the world. It has been hundreds of years now, and it has almost become a legend.

"Naturally, it exists, and it continues from generation to generation."

Zhou Yi had already swept across the capital with his spiritual sense, and found two familiar auras of exercises, and his strength had just entered the innate realm.

"No wonder the royal family doesn't care about the Red League..."

Bai Shiyu looked a little depressed, bowed his thanks, and left the tavern in a hurry.

"Pimpedao can't be counted at all. A volume of Heaven Swallowing Demon Art has been handed down to this day, and it dominates the change of dynasties from a certain level..."

The Book of Changes recited the book of Zhou Taizu. This book focused on the record and description of Zhou Qing's decisive battle. The ending was naturally that the Great Zhou army broke through the capital.

Soldiers and artillery were important reasons, among them was the Grandmaster War. During the mere 30 years of Zhou Taizu, he recruited four Grandmasters to help out, and at the cost of two deaths and two injuries, he fought to the death of the Daqing Zhenguo Grandmaster!

At first it was only thought to be due to luck, but now it seems that Zhou Taizu should have acquired the Heaven Swallowing Demon Art by accident.

"The world is like chess, and the universe is unpredictable, but the poor can live forever and laugh at all the heroes in the world!"

Zhou Yi took out the scrolled bamboo slips from under the counter, and continued to carve and write with his fingertips shining brightly. At the beginning, he carved the three ancient seal characters of "Book of Great Harmony", followed by thousands of words.

At this time.

A customer came in: "Shopkeeper, bring a jug of wine."

"coming."

With a wave of Zhou Yi's hand, the bamboo book was put into his sleeve.

...

That night.

After a lapse of seventy years, Da Zhou implemented military control again.

The last time the military control was the death of Zhou Taizu, some unwilling families tried to fight back and tried to support the second prince to ascend the throne. As a result, blood flowed into rivers and the nine clans were killed.

Teams of soldiers were patrolling the street, their cowhide boots stomping on the ground, rattling people's hearts.

In the southwest corner of the capital, the flames were soaring into the sky, the sound of fighting was endless, and the sound of firecrackers was like popping beans, which lasted for most of the night before they were extinguished.

During the day, all the people who did not go to work for no reason, or talked about the government and let the spies record it, all of them suffered disasters, and the soldiers broke into the door, and they were directly loaded into the prison cart and taken to the mine.

The new family and the court workshop will always be short of people!

...

tavern.

A lamp is like a bean.

Zhou Yi stood behind the counter, flipping through the script.

The imperial court's encirclement and suppression of the Red League is just the beginning. In the future, speeches will probably be controlled, and any radical thoughts will be suppressed, even for scholars.

Either go to the mine to die of exhaustion, or go to Goulan to get drunk and die.

"There will be few such good-looking scripts in the future."

Zhou Yi put away the illustrations of the workshop owner's wife and the machine maintenance worker, shook his head, and said, "The trend of thought is coming together, and manpower can stop it."

At this time.

Three black shadows appeared, and after entering the tavern, they skillfully closed the door and dropped the windows.

"This is Zhang Li, the blind man, who is good at playing the lute. This is Li Chao, the chef, who can cook some home-cooked dishes."

With two stab wounds on Bai Shiyu's body, he bowed and said, "Now that the Red League in the capital has been robbed, there is nowhere to hide, please take it in with the shopkeeper!"

Zhou Yi glanced over, a blind man holding a piano, and a swordsman with a big arm, a round waist and a thick neck.

"I asked you to hire a musician, and I also brought along a cook, not bad!"

"Thank you, shopkeeper."

Bai Shiyu bowed to express his thanks, Zhang Li and Li Chao heaved a sigh of relief, and also bowed to call the shopkeeper.

...

the next day.

A wooden sign is hung at the entrance of the tavern, don't talk about state affairs.

After the city-wide raid last night, people in the capital were in a state of panic, and no one dared to talk about state affairs.

morning.

There were no guests, and everyone hid at home during this season, lest soldiers and spies would catch them.

There is a table on the east side of the first floor, with more than a dozen musical instruments of various sizes, such as Qin, Se, Pipa, Xun, Sheng and Xiaodi. The blind man claims to have passed down the Immortal Music Gate, and there is no piece in the world that he does not know how to play.

Zhou Yi asked suspiciously: "Why do you join the Red League once you play the music?"

"My granddaughter was going to work, but she was accidentally run over by a machine."

The blind man briefly talked about his own experience. In later generations, he would be alive and alive, and the whole family would die alone.

The cook was writing recipes on the wooden board and asked, "Shopkeeper, how do you set the prices of the dishes?"

Zhou Yi said: "You can set the price as much as you think your cooking skills are worth."

The cook hesitated and said, "My ancestors were in charge of the Imperial Dining Room of the Qing Dynasty. At this price, will it be expensive?"

"It's cheap and people don't like it."

When Zhou Yi was talking, a carriage happened to come to the door, and he said with a smile: "This is not a guest, hang up the menu quickly."

The cook hung up the recipe, and the name was really a home-cooked dish, the cheapest ten taels.

When Chen Jiye came in and saw the price, he waved the servant out and said, "No wonder the magpies are screaming today. Coincidentally, there is a sign on the tavern. Let's try to see whose culinary skills can catch the eyes of Shopkeeper Sun!"

After half an hour.

Chen Jiye praised again and again, called the cook out to inquire, and learned that he was the heir of the imperial cook of the previous dynasty.

"Such a character, shopkeeper Sun, can be invited, and the family background is extraordinary!"

It was approaching noon.

The soldiers withdrew their troops and returned to the camp, the military control was lifted, and there was a little popularity in the streets.

When Bantou Liu came to the tavern, he painted some portraits and reminded him: "Shopkeeper, you must pay attention to strangers, and don't let the remnants of the Red League live in the guest room."

Zhou Yi's face remained unchanged, and he said with a smile.

"Don't worry, I will never harbor the remnants of the Red League here!"