wicked immortal

"Puffy..."

Zhao Yuan slammed into the iron gate again, and immediately caused another round of scolding. This time, the scolding only lasted for less than a stick of incense and then returned to silence. It seemed that people quickly lost their interest in cursing.

A group of masters!

Zhao Yuan felt an inexplicable chill down his spine. At this moment, he realized that everyone around him was a master.

Those who can avoid "quietness" have at least reached the level of intermediate cultivators.

Immediately, Zhao Yuan thought that cultivators were extremely excluded in this barracks, and it is impossible for a cultivator to serve in the army. Moreover, this cell cannot trap a cultivator...then...then, these people are warriors.

I remember that tomorrow I said that in order to deal with cultivators, warriors practice a kind of secret method, which can hide their appearance, and this kind of secret method is probably similar to Zhao Yuan's "quietness".

These people should all be warriors who violated military discipline.

Next, Zhao Yuan tried to communicate with these people, but every time Zhao Yuan opened his mouth, he immediately scolded him. Afterwards, Zhao Yuan spoke again, and the scolding was gone. No matter how Zhao Yuan found various reasons Talk to them, no one speaks up.

Hitting the iron gate and making noise didn't attract people's attention. Zhao Yuan, who was at his wit's end, had no choice but to calm down and practice.

What made Zhao Yuan depressed was that he had just broken through the realm of "war" and entered the realm of "strength". This kind of meditation practice made him restless. There seemed to be an evil fire rising in his heart, and a huge force collided in his body. It is impossible to calm down and practice.

Zhao Yuan was circling around in the small space like a headless fly. At this moment, he tried to confine him very well.

When people are free, they often ignore freedom, but once they really lose their freedom, they realize the preciousness of freedom.

There is no doubt that the greatest punishment of confinement is the loss of freedom.

Theoretically, for practitioners, confinement can practice, but this is only a theoretical existence. When a person's freedom is restricted, his mentality will become irritable, moody, and impetuous. In this state of mind, cultivation is just a joke.

Only those who have truly lost their freedom know that going to jail and retreating are completely different things.

"Bah"

There was a muffled sound, and outside the door, there was the iron door's impact and the sound of footsteps.

Zhao Yuan, who was sitting on the bed trying to enter the "quiet" state, seemed to be stabbed by a needle, jumped up suddenly, rushed to the door, looked out through the small hole in the door, and saw the oil lamp lit in the dark corridor. A jailer walked in carrying two large wooden barrels. The dim light stretched their bodies and projected them on the corridor, like devils from hell...

Ping Pong Pong...

There was a sound of banging pots and pans, and the lifeless cell seemed to suddenly glow with life.

Zhao Yuan saw several empty basins stuffed under the door of the cell opposite him.

Two jailers walked along the corridor, scooping up a ladle of porridge, some steamed buns and pickled vegetables for those rice bowls.

Zhao Yuan hurriedly found a few rice bowls covered with green mold from the room and waited for the two jailers to come over.

Finally, they arrived at Zhao Yuan's iron gate.

"Hey... boy, what's in this basin..." Suddenly, the jailer's voice seemed to be cut off by some force, and he bent down quickly, picked up a thick stack of imperial coins in the basin and put it into his pocket. inside.

"Brother, can you help me clean that toilet?" Zhao Yuan lowered his voice.

"No problem!" The jailer smiled with flattery on his face.

"It's better to change me to a clean quilt."

"This one……"

"The one just now belonged to you, these, you and that brother divided together." Zhao Yuan stuffed out the thick stack of imperial coins again.

"This... this..." The jailer hesitated for a moment.

"Brother, I want some good wine and food, thank you, brother!"

Zhao Yuan saw that the jailer was still a little timid, so he just kept on doing nothing, threw money at him, and immediately stuffed out a thick stack of imperial coins.

"Okay, wait a minute, I have to discuss it."

The jailer looked at the stacks of imperial coins stuffed out, but couldn't resist the temptation after all, swallowed hard, and stopped distributing food to other prisoners, and called another jailer to the side, and the two murmured Gu's discussion started.

Finally, the two seemed to have reached an agreement, and they walked to Zhao Yuan's door at the same time.

"My little brother is new here, so please take care of the two old brothers." At this time, Zhao Yuan had already put his all into his hands, and another thick stack of imperial coins was stuffed out.

"Brother, if you need anything, just say it, it's all on us!" The two jailers patted their chests, looking like they were going through fire and water.

"The two old brothers are indeed gentlemen!"

Seeing that their attitudes had improved, Zhao Yuan began to call each other brothers again. Knowing that the imperial coins had played a role, Zhao Yuan immediately stuffed another stack of imperial coins out.

The two jailers were knocked dizzy by Zhao Yuan's stacks of imperial coins, and their faces were like blooming flowers, extremely brilliant.

Zhao Yuan naturally didn't know that the place he was in was the prison inside Tieling. The usually idle cells were used as confinement rooms, and the prisoners locked here for a long time were all poor. These two jailers were usually busy. But there is no oil or water, suddenly meeting a rich man like Zhao Yuan today, he is not regarded as a guest there.

Sure enough, money can turn ghosts around.

The efficiency of the two jailers was extremely high. In less than an hour, the overflowing toilet was cleaned out and replaced with a brand new closed toilet.

The damp bedding on the bed was also replaced with a brand new one, and even a few rusty rice bowls covered with green mold were replaced with brand new ones.

Not to mention the food, chicken thighs, fruits, and soju are all available. Although it is not a big meal, compared with the porridge steamed buns and sour-smelling pickles at the beginning, this is a heaven on earth Well, one is hell on earth...

The two guards were afraid that Zhao Yuan would be lonely, so they moved a lot of books, including unofficial history, romance, poetry, spring and palace pictures.

Now, the two jailers almost treat Zhao Yuan as if they were ancestors, asking him about his health, for fear that Zhao Yuan might feel unwell.Of course, Zhao Yuan was not stingy, as long as the two jailers brought something, they would immediately offer a lot of imperial coins.

"***, I want to put Laozi in confinement, there is no way!"

Zhao Yuan bit the greasy chicken leg, poured himself a drink, and laughed.

Inside the cell, there was a mouth-watering smell of meat and wine, and in the darkness, there was a sound of swallowing saliva.

"Boy, throw a chicken leg over here to satisfy your hunger!" A pair of eyes appeared from the opposite window, and a rough voice came.

"I don't know you." Zhao Yuan sneered, and deliberately poured some wine on the ground. Immediately, the entire cell was filled with a strong aroma of wine.

"I'm Mengde... Come on... You can't finish eating anyway..." The guy begged with a flattering smile.

"Well, Mengde, right?"

"Yes yes yes..." Meng De nodded hastily.

"That's right, the name sounds pleasing to the ear, let's go on."

Zhao Yuan flicked his arm lightly, and the chicken leg flew out of the iron window and shot towards the opposite iron window. Immediately, a dirty hand protruded from behind the iron window, like lightning, and grabbed the chicken leg tightly, as the hand After grabbing the chicken leg, it seemed to freeze suddenly, and then there was another tremor, and then, there was a whimpering cry from behind the iron window. The crying sound was extremely tragic and heartbreaking.

"What are you doing?"

"I've almost forgotten the taste of meat... woo woo...delicious...delicious...delicious...brother...can I have some wine?"

"This wine jar is too big..."