I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

Half a month later.

When Xiaowei Niu touched his cards, he said that Su Wenhao died in the imperial prison.

It is said that when he died, there were not many complete bones in his whole body.

"In our line of business, remember to be careful with your words!"

Captain Niu warned: "Especially Xiao Yizi, don't chat with the prisoners when delivering meals. Liu Shilang asked me to tell you, don't listen to what you shouldn't listen to, and say what you shouldn't say!"

"The kid can save it."

Zhou Yi was faintly afraid, this time it was really a big lesson.

Fengyang Country is not a society ruled by law, and the life and death of individuals depends entirely on their will.

A poem, a word, may become a fatal crime!

For example, Zhou Yi sent wine and meat to Wei Chang, and he was also called a hero, with many words of praise in his words. Those who are interested will report to the court, and at least they will be exiled, and at worst they will become Wei Chang's accomplices.

At that time, the Dao Fruit of Longevity also changed to nothing!

"Don't force everything!"

Zhou Yi warned himself that he would inevitably see more injustice and unpleasant things in the future, and he had to learn to be indifferent.

Just standing on the sidelines and watching, don't ask, let alone care, let alone save!

Lost in the world of mortals, but also out of the world.

Zhou Yi figured out the joints, and turned into a delivery man with a blank face in the prison, only smiling at the prisoner who took the money.

After all, the jailer's monthly salary is only five qian, and listening to a song in Chunfenglou is not enough.

The better the prisoner's food, the more money Zhou Yi will share every month, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a parent of food and clothing!

today.

A new prisoner was imprisoned in Tianlao. It is said that he is the leader of the rebels somewhere in the south.

Hei Qu was thin, with wrinkled faces full of sorrow. He looked like a general who commanded tens of thousands of people, but an old farmer in the fields.

The appearance of the old peasant general made the prison more lively.

Captain Niu and several other servants tortured and interrogated them in different ways, and in just a few days the old farmer became a different person.

The old farmer did not have Wei Chang's steel and iron bones, but his endurance was even better. Clamps, irons, whips, heavy shackles... and other tortures were performed in turn, but they didn't make any screams.

Every time the execution was over, the old farmer spat blood and foam, and still had the strength to curse.

"Dog officer!"

"There is a way to continue, grandpa begs for mercy, grandson will take your surname!"

"..."

Zhou Yi stood aside and listened, and suddenly felt that this person was more like a general.

The general was imprisoned for a few days before he was sent to Caishikou for beheading. Dozens of people were beheaded on the same day, ranging from the general to the corps commander. The blood spurted out filled the execution ground.

The onlookers applauded loudly, they just wanted to watch the excitement, and ignored why these people beheaded!

Zhou Yi was standing on the edge of the execution ground, watching the general's head roll far away, his eyes still open, staring at the executioner, without any surrender.

night.

Zhou Yi returned to his small courtyard, meditating and practicing as usual.

After practicing Guiyuan Gong for more than half a year, hundreds of strands of Qi have accumulated in the dantian, and the kung fu has been fully operational.

"Heaven and earth are dark, there is no limit, and when they are combined, the vitality is formed, and when they are mixed, they return to one...Grandma, why can't this heart calm down!"

The image of an old farmer always appeared in front of Zhou Yi. I heard from him that several states in the south had been suffering from severe drought for several years, starvation was everywhere, and they had to change their sons to eat. All the government relief food was corrupted by officials.

Cannibalism!

Just three simple words, it is horrifying to think about it, and there are so many tragedies in the world behind it.

"People, if you have too much empathy, you will be too tired to live!"

Zhou Yi shook his head, didn't let out the boredom in his heart, and continued to practice the Guiyuan Gong, it is very likely that the internal qi would become disordered and go mad.

"How to soothe my mind?"

After thinking about it, I finally figured out a way.

In previous lives, many people were under too much pressure from work and life. In order to avoid depression, they would vent their emotions by scolding and beating fake people. It is said that the effect is good.

"The person I want to scold is too taboo, and people will die if they hear it, but I can write it out!"

Zhou Yi bought a pen, ink and a blank booklet. The characters written were in simplified characters from the previous life, even if someone saw them, they would not recognize them.

"How to write it?"

After pondering for a moment, I wrote: Chongming thirty-ninth year, Guimao month, Wuchen day...

"Seeing the beheading of the uprising general today, I feel very uncomfortable. This dynasty has been rotten from top to bottom."

Zhou Yi frowned slightly, always feeling uncomfortable. He wrote his diary to scold people, so he didn't need to be so serious, so he changed his style of writing.

"Emperor Chongming is not a good person, he wants to live forever, and he will be poisoned to death by taking pills one day.

I have to criticize it here, the alchemists in the palace are not professional, they use cinnabar, lead, mercury, and gold, and drink it to ensure that Emperor Chongming will ascend to heaven.

Maybe the alchemist really understands alchemy? After all, it is the world of cultivating immortals, and it is normal for casual cultivators who have no hope of immortality to come to the palace to enjoy themselves.

Then I will curse Emperor Chongming, eight princes have eight fathers!

Thinking about it this way, I immediately felt relieved and continued to practice.

Set a small goal: a hundred years of skill! "

...

After half a month.

Zhou Yi opened the book and started writing his diary again.

"Today, that dude surnamed Long was imprisoned for murder, and it is said that he intentionally set fire to many people to death.

This guy was still arrogant in the sky prison, and the guards beat me and the cook just because there was too much salt in one dish.

Master Zhou remembered this!

Endless!

Long, Lord Zhou is waiting for you in the prison..."

Zhou Yi was still uncomfortable writing this, and wrote hundreds of words to scold Emperor Chongming before exposing the matter.

Another month passed.

Zhou Yi opened the book and wrote down what he saw during the day.

"There is only one month left before the Chinese New Year, which is not pleasant.

Everyone knew that there was no conspiracy, and all the court officials acquiesced, beheading three hundred members of the family of General Zhen Guo.

I heard that the rebel army had already reached Yuzhou, only a few hundred miles away from Shenjing, and the imperial court didn't want to send troops to suppress it, but they were still fighting internally.

Fengyang Kingdom is coming to an end!

After writing this, I have to scold Emperor Chongming a few words..."

...

Forty years of Chongming.

"I have learned a lot today, and there are people who can change a man into a woman through the disguise technique, and no one can tell the difference between male and female.

This adulterer sneaked into the woman's boudoir and ran around to commit crimes.

As a result, there were also experts in makeup in Jinyiwei, who pretended to be beautiful women and waited for the thieves to take the bait, and finally captured them alive.

I wrote this down because I discovered a new method of venting, such as mixing some croton powder into the rice of the prostitute.

Seems a bit perverted?

All this is the dog emperor's fault..."

Zhou Yi fed the flower picker a few packs of croton powder, and obtained the method of making up to disguise his appearance. In the future, when he gets older, he can make up to look like an old man, so as not to let his colleagues find out the strangeness.

The chaos outside is extremely dangerous, how can it be safe to hide in the sky prison!

...

Chongming forty-two years.

One hundred and fifty thousand rebel soldiers surrounded Shenjing, and the leader was known as the eight-armed king.

Hundreds of officials are frightened, and the country is unstable.

Zhou Yi originally thought that the change of dynasty was just around the corner, so he prepared a lot of food and vegetables and hid them in the hole in the house, enough to hide for half a year.

As a result, the eight-armed king died suddenly.

The imperial army took the opportunity to rush out of the city gate, defeated the rebel army, and broke the siege of Shenjing.

"Manpower is no match for the number of days, and Fengyang's luck is endless!"

Zhou Yi recorded this matter in the book, and naturally scolded Emperor Chongming at the end.

"The world is in chaos, and the Emperor Dog is going to collect birthday guidelines. I heard that some state government taxes have reached the 120th year of Chongming..."

Three years later, Zhou Yi saved five hundred taels of silver, found a cheap martial arts gym, and began to practice martial arts exercises.

In this precarious time, the sky prison is not so safe.

Martial arts training can not only fight, but also run fast!

...

Chongming forty-five years.

A special prisoner came to the sky prison, the eldest son of the dog emperor, the former prince.

"There is no prince in the world who has been around for forty years, so it's no wonder he rebelled.

The prince seems to be mild-tempered, not like a dog emperor.

It's a pity that it didn't work out. Rumor has it that Emperor Dog was blessed by a martial arts master, and the Eight-armed Heavenly King didn't die suddenly, but was assassinated..."

Zhou Yi scolded the dog emperor a few times as usual, and he was in a happy mood.

Guiyuan Gong has five years of skill, and he can smash green bricks with all his strength. According to the division of Jianghu, it should not be popular.

Wei Chang was right when he said that it is difficult for ordinary people to achieve success in cultivating inner energy

The body training method that Zhou Yi learned from the martial arts hall is called Wuhu Daliquan. It sounds like a big road guy, and it is far inferior to Guiyuan Gong.

In three years, the skin membrane has been completed, and the arms have the strength of a tiger.

When hit with blunt objects such as sticks, the power is cut by half, and he can already be called a third-rate expert.

...

Chongming forty-six years.

Zhou Yi came back from Chunfeng Tower, took out a book and scolded Emperor Chongming.

"The Dog Emperor..."

After writing three words, I suddenly don't know how to curse later, no matter what words or sentences I think of, I look through what has been written before.

Zhou Yi flipped through books and wrote diaries less and less frequently.

At the beginning, I wrote an article every half a month, then I didn’t write it for a whole month, and then I only wrote it once in two or three months.

In the last few diaries, there have been few injustices and tragedies, and the whole article is scolding the dog emperor, but the tragedies in the sky prison have never decreased.

"The more you see, the less affection you will have!"

Zhou Yi muttered to himself, with the accumulation of time and experience, his emotional threshold seemed to be getting higher and higher.

"That's not right, I've never been tired of Miss Chunfenglou!"

The diary is written here, and there is nothing to scold.

Emperor Chongming was also really a complete mess. He did not go to court for more than 30 years, and hid in Shangyang Palace to practice immortality and Taoism.

Zhou Yi was helpless, and finally wrote.

"Why isn't the dog emperor dead yet?"

Since then.

Zhouyi wrote a sentence every day, cursing Emperor Chongming to return to the west as soon as possible.

...

early morning.

The mist is dark, and there are still stars and moon hanging in the sky.

Zhou Yi moved around in the courtyard, his fists hitting the air, and the sound was continuous.

Bang bang bang!

It looks like a big cowhide drum, and it also looks like rolling thunder.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, Zhou Yi only wore thin shorts,

After a few punches, blood boiled out of the body, turning into steaming heat.

"drink!"

At the end of Zhouyi practice, he took a long breath and turned into a three-foot-long white mist, which condensed in the air and did not disperse.

"Five Tigers Dali Fist has been cultivated to the tempering state, and it is already called a second-rate master. It's just that it has never fought with others, and it doesn't know how to use weapons, so it has superficial strength!"

Zhou Yi has grown up, and since five years ago, his body shape and appearance have not changed at all.

Having truly experienced the mystery of the Dao Fruit of Longevity, Zhou Yi let go of the last trace of worry, and became an ordinary prison guard, too lazy to care about the imperial court.

Hundreds of thousands of years have passed, the Book of Changes remains unchanged, Fengyang Kingdom is long gone!

Go back to the house.

Zhou Yi put on a little makeup, which made his skin dull and his face looked a little pale and sick.

Now that he is twenty-seven years old, after staying in the dark and humid prison for a long time, it is easy to age prematurely, and this appearance is normal.

Go straight to the morning market.

Zhou Yi found a booth and sat down, and called the proprietress to serve tofu fried dough sticks, when suddenly he heard a bell.

Melodious, vigorous, and the lingering sound is endless!

Dangdangdang...

Nine times in a row, the originally bustling morning market suddenly fell silent.

All the people looked up to the direction of the palace. Such uniform movements seemed to have been rehearsed many times and waited for a long time.

Zhou Yi continued to eat tofu nao with his head down, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he felt that it was a hundred times more delicious than usual.

"The dog emperor is finally dead!"