I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

The sky prison does not see the sun all year round, only the aisle is lit with oil lamps.

It was dark and gloomy, and it was difficult to distinguish day and night.

The prisoner was still scratching and recording on the wall when he first came in. The time has passed for too long, or the wall is covered with paintings, and he no longer has the energy to count the days.

After all, there are too few people who get out of the dungeon alive!

The prisoner who meditated was remembered in Zhou Yi's memory. His surname was Su, and his surname was said to have been a great writer in the south of the Yangtze River.

Because he wrote poems against the present, he attracted Jin Yiwei to investigate, and somehow found the evidence of torturing the servants to death, and he was imprisoned in the prison according to the law.

Some family members give money, and you can have an extra spoonful of gruel for each meal!

Maybe one day, when the new king enthrones and pardons the world, this one will be released.

"No wonder you're in such a good mood!"

Zhou Yi finished distributing the porridge and walked out along the cell.

The sound is from far to near.

It was noisy at first, and then it turned into loud and small shouts, and it sounded like they were playing for money.

It has been three hundred years since the founding of Fengyang, and there are many common problems in the dynasty. For example, His Majesty asks for a birthday outline, for example, the government is corrupt and the military equipment is loose.

The rules of Tianlao are not as strict as when Taizu was, otherwise Zhou Yi, a sick young man, would not be able to recruit.

Thousands of prison guards are rated, most of them are empty pay, and the few captains who come to be on duty spend their days drinking and playing for money.

Comparing Zhouyi to the laws in the history books and the current situation of Fengyang Kingdom, there is a high probability that the dynasty will change.

"Xiao Yizi finished delivering the meal? Come here and play a game!" The voice of calling Zhang Zhou awakened Zhou Yi from his emotion.

I saw that Zhang Zhou kept blowing on the palm of his hand, which seemed to increase the domino points.

Zhang Zhou was a low-level official sent by the prison, who happened to be Zhou Yi's immediate superior, and had a good relationship with the deceased Zhou's father.

Zhou Yi shook his head, one is that he is cautious by nature and not easy to gamble, and the other is that he has no money.

The predecessor bought medicine to nourish the body every day, and spent all the money in the family, but it was still useless, and the soul from Lanxing took over the body.

Standing behind Zhang Zhou and watching for a while, it is similar to the way of Pai Gow, the one who sits in the dealer is Xiaowei Niu.

Boring, uninteresting!

Zhou Yi calmed down and thought about how to practice in the future.

Even if you have the fruit of longevity, you can't give up cultivating immortals, in case one day you encounter demons and monsters who rob people, or immortals fight to destroy a city.

Natural disasters and man-made disasters cannot be avoided by being cautious.

Longevity is the fruit of the Dao, and cultivating immortals is the art of protecting the Dao!

"In my previous life, I have never heard of the method of cultivating immortals, and I don't even know the theory of immortals. I only heard that martial arts are divided into internal energy and body forging. I have to go to the martial arts hall to find out more about it."

Cultivating immortals is for longevity, and Zhou Yi has already obtained the fruit of Taoism, so he will not give up the original and chase after the end, and go to travel and take risks in order to seek immortality.

Therefore, for the time being, I can only choose martial arts!

"Should I make a lot of money first and improve my life? I can't get soap cement, but I can also make saltpeter ice-control greenhouses..."

"Or plagiarize some poems and songs. If you have a reputation, you will have money..."

"No matter how bad..."

"Forget it for now. Currently, there is a yard in Shenjing, and the sky prison is in charge of food. Don't cause extra troubles because of some money."

Zhou Yi does not believe in the ancient business environment. In a purely official society, there is no foundation but a lot of money. It is purely a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

At this time.

A scribe came outside and whispered something in Captain Niu's ear.

The school lieutenant is an official position in the prison. From the ninth rank, he is in charge of ten dispatches under his command, and the dispatches manage ten jailers.

Niu Su can be in charge of hundreds of people according to the law. Nowadays, there are too many jailers on empty pay, and there are only twenty or thirty jailers under his command, and they often don't come all the time.

"Brothers, come live."

Niu Su threw the dominoes on the table and said, "Master Lei ordered that the thief who was imprisoned a few days ago must be interrogated today, so as not to delay the execution."

Mr. Lei's name is Lei Hu, and he is in charge of the prison. Not counting the guards outside, he can be said to be the biggest official in the prison.

"I'll come, I'll come!"

Zhang Zhou's eyes were a little red, and the shadow of the lamp was shaking, like a ghost.

"Today, my luck is bad, I lost everything, I have to take this guy out!"

During the conversation.

More than a dozen people cheered and walked towards the torture room.

Zhou Yi hesitated, and followed.

The thief opened the cell door in Room A No. 12, and there was a man hanging upside down inside, his face was stained with blood and his face could not be seen clearly.

Zhou Yi followed behind the crowd, perhaps because he had seen a lot in his memory, seeing the man's miserable appearance, he didn't feel any nausea or vomiting.

Zhang Zhou splashed water to wake the man up, without asking any questions, he just picked up the whip and whipped him hard.

Clap clap!

With a sound, there was a bloodstain on the man's body.

The whip was stained with salt water, which irritated the wound, and the man screamed in pain.

Only then did Zhou Yi see clearly that the man had lost all his teeth and half of his tongue was broken. How could he plead guilty?

Niu Xiaowei sat on the grand teacher's chair, sipping tea slowly, and whispered to the clerk in charge of recording.

A dozen or so people around watched the man suffer, either with a cheerful face, or indifferently, or betting how many rounds the prisoner could last.

After a long time.

Zhang Zhou was tired of whipping the whip, so he picked up the red soldering iron and pressed it casually on the man.

Zizizi!

There was a burning smell, and the man was already dying, leaving only an instinctive hum.

Captain Niu stopped Zhang Zhou from continuing to torture: "Don't kill me!"

The clerk had already finished writing the interrogation process, so he picked up the man's palm and directly left a clear bloody handprint on the confession letter without dipping it in cinnabar.

The ironclad evidence is like a mountain, and I confess it!

Zhou Yi asked the guard next to him in a low voice: "Uncle Ye, what crime did this man commit? He doesn't look like an official."

"This thief is a gangster, nicknamed Feihong Swordsman or something."

"Half a year ago, there was a drought in Yuzhou, and many people died of starvation. This guy led people to storm the granary, killing more than a dozen grain merchants, and even the county magistrate had his head cut off."

Ye Laoqi said: "Jin Yiwei has been tracking him for half a year, and finally caught him, and beheaded him right away!"

Green forest hero!

This was the first thought of Zhouyi. In ancient times, droughts ranged from starvation to death everywhere, and from severe ones, Yi's sons ate each other.

The man opened the warehouse to release food, saving the lives of countless people!

Colonel Niu took a look at the confession and nodded slightly: "The White Lotus Sect is a traitor, gathering crowds to make trouble, killing officials for rebellion! Remember to feed him well, and behead him in a month, at least he will live."

Zhang Zhou said: "Don't worry, my lord, Xiao Yizi will handle things safely."

"My lord, do you want to feed something good?"

Zhou Yi bowed to accept the order, seeing the miserable appearance of the man, he had been tortured to the point where he was inhuman, and he didn't seem to be able to survive a month on gruel.

Captain Niu waved his hand: "No need to trouble, this thief has tempered his internal organs. He is a first-class master in the Jianghu. He doesn't die so easily."

really.

In the evening Zhou Yi came over with a rice bucket in his hand, the man had recovered his energy, his eyes widened.

With black and purple burns on his face and blood-red welts on his body, instead of looking weak, he looked more fierce.

Zhou Yi didn't dare to approach, scooped a ladle of porridge and poured it into the man's mouth, but the man struggled with his mouth tightly shut, and accidentally poured it into his nostrils.

"Cough, cough, cough!" The man coughed unceasingly.

"Hero, we are just a mere yamen servant, don't make things difficult."

"Zhou... dog... stick!"

Half of the man's tongue was broken, and he couldn't speak clearly.

Zhou Yi put down his rice bucket and went outside to have a look. The cells on the left and right were empty, and the guards all went to draw their cards.

Returning to the man's side, he cupped his fists and saluted.

"Heroes don't spare their own lives to help the victims. I admire you very much. Now that you are in prison, you should not give up on yourself. Even if you are on the guillotine, you still have the strength to scold the court!"

Hearing this, the man was silent for a long time, then slowly opened his mouth.

Zhou Yi helped the man wipe the blood from the rice grains on his face, and poured out the rice carefully with the spoon so as not to pour it into his nose again.