I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

Time flies.

this day.

It was the day when Weichang Caishikou was beheaded and Ming Zheng was punished.

Zhou Yi came to deliver food in the morning and found that the small cafeteria was closed, so he guessed that Mr. Long had already been released from prison.

Break into the house and destroy the door!

He was locked up for just over half a month without even being interrogated.

Living in a single room in the sky prison, the jailer eats and serves delicious food, accompanied by girls from the Chunfeng Building, is happier than ninety-nine percent of the world.

"This world..."

Zhou Yi was on duty in Tianlao, and he often heard from his colleagues that Xianglong was powerful.

Today, Emperor Chongming is obsessed with cultivating immortals and practicing Taoism. He has not been in court for twenty-six years, and Long Xiang has been prime minister for nineteen years. It is not an exaggeration to say that he can cover the sky with one hand.

The common people are discussing in private, and if His Majesty goes to court again, all civil and military officials will not be obedient!

A Prison No. 13.

Zhou Yi was carrying a food box, which was a routine meal for decapitation. No matter what the crime was, the prisoner had meat and wine before his execution.

"Hero, we're on our way in an hour!"

Wei Chang's hair was disheveled, and the marks left by the burns on his face looked like a ghost.

"Did you bring the century-old wine?"

"I brought it myself."

Zhou Yi took out the porcelain bottle from his bosom, opened the lid, and the rich aroma of wine wafted out: "The hundred-year-old pear blossom is white, the shopkeeper regards it as the treasure of the store, and he will not sell it alive or dead. I pawned most of my family property to get it."

Wei Chang gulped down half a bottle in a row, hiccupped and let out a sigh of admiration.

"Good wine!"

Zhou Yi also fed Dingxianglou's lion head, fish belly tofu, and Buddha jumping over the wall.

Fat but not greasy, it melts in your mouth.

While eating, Wei Chang asked, "How is the Guiyuan Kungfu doing?"

"The talent is mediocre, and daily meditation can only gather a ray of internal strength." Zhou Yi had already guessed about this. He is old and has poor bones, and being able to develop internal strength already shows that his skills are superior.

The biggest difficulty in life is to accept the ordinary and still work hard!

"Good comprehension, but it's a pity that I'm getting old."

Wei Chang guided several practice passes until he was full of wine and food. He laughed happily and said, "This meal with severed head is not bad. In forty-three years, I have never tasted such delicious food or drank such fine wine!"

Zhou Yi was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Hero, this iron chain is broken, can you escape?"

Wei Chang shook his head and refused.

"The poison has entered the marrow, and I can't live for a few days, so I might as well go to the execution ground and scold the court!"

At this time.

There was a sound of unlocking the prison door, Zhou Yi hurriedly packed the dishes,

Zhang Zhou came in with the scribes from the Ministry of Punishment, and found that behind him, more than a dozen jailers escorted Wei Chang to the execution ground.

"The one who does good suffers from poverty and shortens his life, and the one who does evil enjoys wealth and honor and prolongs his life!"

Zhou Yi sighed, and continued to carry the bucket to deliver the meals.

The former Minister of Rites of Prison No. B and No. 6, after a month of torture, has already recognized the status quo. It's a pity that there is no one at home to send money, and there are only two spoonfuls of gruel every day, and I am already dying of hunger.

"Little brother, give me another spoon, give me another spoon!"

"that's it."

Zhou Yi ignored the pleadings of the former minister, one is that he does not worry about inequality, but the other is that this person is not a good person.

The reason for being imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison is very simple, that is, embezzlement of the imperial court's silver. It is said that Jin Yiwei found out hundreds of thousands of taels, and all kinds of gold, silver and jewels piled up into hills.

Next to Prison B7.

Su Wenhao woke up from meditation, feeling good.

After drinking the porridge, Hulu Hulu said, "What's bothering my little brother, the old man is proficient in Yi Xue Mathematics, so I can help you solve your problems!"

"Then why do you think I'm bothered?"

Zhou Yi had some sympathy for Su Wenhao, and when he chanted poems and complained, he was locked up in Tianlao and suffered.

"Is it because of this guy?"

Su Wenhao pointed to the former servant who was lying on the bed humming hungry.

Zhou Yi was a little disappointed in his heart. Su Wenhao's Yi Xueshu is based on observation, not a real divination method, but he still nodded and said.

"I hate corrupt officials the most in my life. It is said that the imperial money is taken, but in fact it is the people's anointing!"

"Hey hey, you don't understand this."

Su Wenhao laughed twice: "This old man knows this guy, his ability to be an official is not bad, he has done some practical things for the people, and the money he is greedy for is not too much."

The former servant lay down and hummed twice: "Old Su, I didn't make you a friend for nothing!"

Zhou Yi asked strangely: "Then why did he enter the prison?"

"The officialdom is not looking at political achievements, nor is it clear, but standing in line!"

Su Wenhao said: "It is not necessarily because of corruption that they cannot be promoted, and it is not because of corruption that they are sent to heaven."

Zhou Yi thought about it carefully, and clicked twice: "Interesting, interesting!"

The former servant said: "My little brother thinks it's interesting, so I'll give this old man a spoonful of rice."

"OK."

Zhou Yi wanted to ridicule him at first, but after thinking about it, the prisoners in B Prison are unusual, and many criminals have returned to their posts, so it's better not to provoke them.

He scooped up the thick porridge from the bottom of the bucket and filled a bowl for the former servant.

Zhou Yi asked: "Why is Mr. Su so interested in talking today?"

This old man usually talks very little, and he meditates after eating. It should be some kind of inner strength method, so he can keep his spirit healthy and healthy.

"I fell into the prison by mistake, and it will take four or five years!"

Su Wenhao complacently recited a poem: "I have a hunch that the day when I get out of the cage and return to freedom is not far away."

"Then congratulations to Su Wenhao."

Zhou Yi cupped his hands and left with the bucket.

The old man has not changed after three or four years of imprisonment, and he can't control his mouth and recite poems. What is meant by "wrong fall", it is clear that he is disobedient to the sentence of Emperor Chongming.

The former servant, who was busy cooking, suddenly paused, his eyes shining brightly.

After Wei Chang beheaded.

Zhou Yi's life has returned to the two points of the home and the prison.

Zhou's father had been a prison guard for most of his life, and most of the money he earned was for Zhou Yi's treatment, and the other half bought a house in Shenjing.

Ningdefang, as soon as you enter the yard.

According to the former imperial city as the first ring, Ningdefang is the courtyard in the second ring. Zhou Yi has worked for 500 years and can afford it without eating or drinking.

Gui Yuan Gong progressed slowly, but Zhou Yi was not in a hurry, his greatest advantage was time.

For a long time, it will eventually achieve great success.

"Stretch out your hand to touch my sister's hairy bay, spread out Mao Zhongkuan..."

Zhou Yi was humming a new song, although the Guiyuan Gong was not completed, there was a Taoist method of Cynomorium consolidating essence, which can make people tenacious and galloping.

After Dianmao was on duty, Zhou Yi carried a bucket to deliver the meals.

He ran into Chang Ning, the official who was on duty at night, and followed by four jailers to escort the prisoner in shackles.

The prisoner has disheveled hair, and it is Su Wenhao who looks carefully.

Zhou Yi stepped forward to say hello: "Uncle Chang, what's wrong with this one?"

Zhou Yi was the youngest and the latest to come in the sky prison. The other jailers and messengers were of the same generation as Zhou's father. When they met everyone, they called him uncle, so they could be taken care of by their seniors.

Chang Ning snorted coldly: "Hmph! This guy refuses to accept His Majesty's judgment and slanders His Majesty Shouyuan. He should be sent to prison for custody!"

Prison, Jinyiwei's cell for interrogating prisoners!

If it is said that there is still a chance of surviving in the sky prison, but in the imperial prison, one can only pray for an early reincarnation and suffer less torture.

Su Wenhao's face was pale, and he was muttering to himself, and he didn't know what poem he was reciting.

Prison No. 6.

The former servant sat cross-legged on the straw mat, glanced at the porridge, and hooked Zhou Yi.

"I'm about to be released from prison, hurry up and prepare some good wine and food, otherwise the officer will return to his post and make you all look good!"

Looking at the empty cell beside him, Zhou Yi suddenly realized.

"My lord, wait a moment, I'll go get ready!"

That afternoon.

The eunuch in the palace went to the prison to pass the decree, and Liu Shilang was meritorious in exposing and prosecuting, and he was transferred to be the servant of the household department on a flat basis.

The Ministry of Officials is expensive, the Ministry of Households is rich, and the Ministry of Rites is poor...

Liu Shilang fell into the eyes of Emperor Chongming, and his tone became brighter and darker. It was true that a mouse got into the rice vat.

"In the future, be careful with your words and deeds!"

Zhou Yi was also in a cold sweat. If he hadn't been given the spoonful of thick porridge, with Liu Shilang's temperament, would he have revenge after he was released from prison?

Hard to say!