I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

People are blind and stupid.

They would cheer for the beheading of the insurgents, just want to see the blood spurt out a few feet, and wonder if they can dip it in steamed buns to eat.

The people are also wise.

Thousands of people looked at the palace in unison. Their silent and silent grand will has been pushing history forward.

Only then did Zhou Yi understand what it means to be accused by thousands of people and die without getting sick.

Wiping his mouth, he raised his head and shouted.

"Boss, check out."

"Brother Yi, the meal fee is free today."

The proprietress recovered from the sound of the bell and pinched her face hard to keep herself from laughing out loud.

"good."

Zhou Yi didn't throw money hypocritically, martial arts training is a bottomless pit.

The martial arts hall collected tuition fees, ten taels of silver was not expensive. After teaching the exercises, I will tell you that you need nourishing decoctions to exercise, otherwise you will be useless and dead.

The formula of the soup and medicine is a secret of the martial arts hall, only the owner of the martial arts hall knows, and will sell you the prepared potion.

"This routine, no matter how you look at it, looks like a free online game. If you don't keep charging money, don't try to become stronger!"

Zhou Yi was amazed that no matter in the past or in the future, the routines of merchants have not changed.

From tempering the skin membrane to polishing the muscles and bones, five or six hundred taels of silver have been recharged before and after, and there will be more difficult visceral refining and marrow washing in the future.

Ordinary warriors reached the second-rate realm and began to roam the rivers and lakes.

In the shadow of swords and swords, how can there be so much arrogance, most of them are for making money.

Zhou Yi doesn't need to take this risk, there are many corrupt officials in the sky prison, a little scraping of oil is enough for martial arts training.

Walk all the way down the street.

The common people seemed to have been hit by a silence spell, and they kept looking towards the palace, looking like they wanted to talk, but they didn't dare to talk about it.

They exchanged messages with each other's eyes, anyway, they were scolding that the dog emperor had finally died.

dungeon.

Lei Si Prison has already changed into plain clothes, and is instructing the guards to set up white banners.

The emperor died, and the whole country was filial piety.

The six-foot white flag was set up, and Lei Si Prison called all the jailers.

"The palace has issued an order. From now on, the inside and outside of the dungeon will be closed, and no one is allowed to enter or leave. Including this official, everyone will eat and drink in the prison!"

Lei Siyu looked at Zhou Yi: "Xiao Yizi, go and see the rice noodles in the kitchen, if you don't have enough, go buy it."

During the emperor's funeral, banquets are prohibited, so only rice and white noodles can be eaten.

Although Prison Lei Si is old, his memory is getting better and better. It is obvious that he intends to work in this position until he dies. It is rumored that some people will not replace Wailang, a seventh-rank member of the punishment department.

Zhou Yi took the order: "Obey!"

Zhang Zhou reminded: "Remember to prepare a few more jars of cooking wine. If you put less cooking, it won't taste good."

Ha ha!

All the jailers burst out laughing, cooking wine was served in the other's cooking, Zhang Zhou ate and drank cooking wine.

"I can save it."

Zhou Yi has been on duty in the sky prison for ten years, and he has already known everyone. He often meets up to go to the bar to listen to music on weekdays, and he has long lost his restraint in speaking and doing things.

There are few official officials in the sky prison, and there are many low-level jailers, all of whom have been passed down for generations.

There is no need to look down on each other, and because the oil and water are too rich, it is difficult to get along with colleagues.

...

kitchen.

Chef Liu is already in the kitchen, directing his son and apprentice to make a big pot of rice.

Zhou Yi was surprised and said: "Why are you here? Stop busying yourself. If you don't leave the prison, you will be locked up."

"Don't leave, don't leave, just stay in the sky for a while."

Chef Liu wiped the sweat off his face, and said in a low voice: "Our owner said that there was going to be trouble in Shenjing, so he closed the Dingxiang Tower, and the shopkeeper and his staff were stopped when they wanted to leave the city gate."

"I was thinking, where can there be a prison for safety, so I took Shunzi to escape!"

"high!"

Zhou Yi gave a thumbs up. He had seen the jars of rice, noodles, and wine, which were enough to last for a month. He chatted with Chef Liu for a while, and then went to deliver the food with the bucket.

The job of delivering food is not changed even if you give it a errand.

Prisoners are often escorted into exile, traveling tens of thousands of miles, and the outside world is in chaos, so there is no way to be safe in a prison.

Of course, escorting prisoners is a good job, and the jailers are rushing to do it.

Go back and forth to the chariot and horse inn, eat good wine and good food, at least a few hundred taels of silver!

Prison No. 3.

Zhou Yi poured gruel and was about to leave.

The old prisoner was leaning on the fence, unkempt and skinny, begging and asking.

"Brother, the old man seems to have heard a bell, how many times did it ring?"

"Nine tones."

Zhou Yi answered blankly, the prisoner was the head of the Ministry of Industry, and he was greedy for money for repairing the embankment.

The surface of the dam is pasted with stones and sand, and the inside is filled with straw.

During a heavy rain last summer, before the water level reached the warning line, the embankment collapsed first, eventually drowning and missing hundreds of thousands of people.

"His Majesty!"

The prisoner froze for a moment, then wailed and kowtowed in the direction of the palace.

Zhou Yi shrugged his shoulders and continued to deliver food. The prisoners in Prison B are all masters of acting, and it is difficult to distinguish whether they are crying in grief or in joy and excitement.

According to the usual practice, when the new emperor of Fengyang Kingdom ascends the throne, he will pardon the world as a show of grace.

The inmates in A Zi Prison were much more straightforward, laughing and joking, all they had to do was shout that the emperor had a good death.

"Little brother, when will the new emperor ascend the throne?"

"We're going out, can't we have a good meal?"

"Hahaha, Lao Zhao, I still have three months to go to the execution ground, long live my emperor!"

Zhou Yi ignored the shouts of the prisoners. After delivering meals for ten years, he had already developed the habit of not listening or watching.

The spoon lightly drew a circle in the bucket, and there were a few grains of rice and a few vegetable leaves inside, completely under Zhou Yi's control.

Practice makes perfect!

Some inmates who don't like the eyes eat three to five grains of rice every meal, and they starve to death after being locked up for a while.

...

Night fell.

The lights in the dungeon were brightly lit, and there were constant sounds of punching fists.

The outer gate is guarded by thousands of imperial guards, and the inner gate is tightly locked, just like an independent small world left behind.

Prohibition of alcohol at national funerals is nothing to jailers.

At the beginning, Xiaowei Niu persuaded him not to be too rampant, but he lost three hands in a row and left the national law behind.

"No nine! No nine..."

The dispatcher Chang Ning gasped, slowly lifted the dominoes, burst out laughing, hugged all the money on the table to him, and drank a bowl of wine.

At the poker table, the guards cursed and cursed, and the onlookers praised Chang Ning for his good poker skills and luck.

"Uncle Chang, good luck!"

Zhou Yi praised, and said without a trace: "We have so many prisoners here, and there are still many murderers in the Jiazi Prison. During the change of the dynasty, you must pay attention to safety."

Chang Ning focused on the poker game, and said indifferently: "Three thousand forbidden troops have surrounded the prison so tightly that even top players can't get in."

Hearing this, Xiaowei Niu, who lost the card, frowned slightly, and said: "Xiao Yizi is right, this matter must not be sloppy, there really is a mess, it is a big case that will lose your head!"

Zhou Yi took advantage of the situation and said, "Do we have a watchtower? I'll go up and watch it, and I'll let you know when someone comes."

"Go, go, the key to the tower door is in the cabinet, go and get it yourself."

Niu Xiaowei didn't doubt that he was there, and asked with concern while touching the cards.

"It's freezing cold, and the wind is strong above the watchtower, remember to bring extra quilts!"