I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

Time is fleeting.

this day.

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

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

Enter the room and destroy the door!

It's only been closed for more than half a month, and there's not even a word for questioning.

There is a single room in the Heavenly Prison, the guards serve food and drink, and the girls from the Spring Breeze Tower accompany him. He is happier than 99% of the world's people.

"This world..."

Zhou Yi was on duty in Tian Prison, and he often heard from his colleagues that Long Xiang was powerful.

Today, Emperor Chongming is addicted to cultivating immortals and practicing Taoism. He has not been to court for 26 years. Long Xiang has been prime minister for 19 years.

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

A thirteenth prison.

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

"Master, we'll be on our way in an hour!"

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

"Have you brought a hundred-year-old wine?"

"I brought it with me."

Zhou Yi took out the porcelain bottle from his arms, lifted the lid, and the rich aroma of wine wafted out: "A hundred years of pear blossom white, the shopkeeper is regarded as the treasure of the town shop, and he will not sell it if he lives or die. I pawned most of the property before I got it."

Wei Chang drank half a bottle in a row, hiccups, and sighed in admiration.

"Good wine!"

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

Fat but not greasy, it melts in your mouth.

Wei Chang asked while eating, "How is Guiyuan Gong practice?"

"The talent is ordinary, and daily meditation can only condense a strand of inner strength." Zhou Yi had long guessed about this. He was old and had poor roots. Being able to develop inner strength already showed that the exercises were superior.

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

"My comprehension is good, but unfortunately I'm getting old."

Wei Chang guided several cultivation passes until he was full of food and drink. He smiled happily: "This meal is not bad. In the forty-three years, I have never eaten such a delicious meal or drank such a fine wine!"

Zhou Yi was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Master, the iron rope is broken, can you escape?"

Wei Chang shook his head and refused.

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

At this time.

There was a sound of the door being unlocked, and Zhou Yi hurriedly packed up the dishes.

Zhang Zhou came in with a clerk from the Ministry of Punishment and confirmed that behind him, more than a dozen prison guards escorted Wei Chang to the execution ground.

"Those who do good will suffer from poverty, and those who do evil will enjoy riches and longevity!"

Zhou Yi sighed and continued to carry the bucket to deliver the meal.

The former Minister of Rites of Prison No. 6, after a month of torture, has clearly recognized the current situation. It's a pity that no one in the family sent money, only two spoonfuls of gruel every day, and the breath of hunger is dying.

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

"that's it."

Zhou Yi ignored the pleas of the former servant. One is that he does not suffer from widowhood and uneven suffering, and the other is that this person is not a good person.

The reason for being imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison is very simple. It is the embezzlement of money from the imperial court. It is said that Jinyiwei found hundreds of thousands of taels, and all kinds of gold and silver jewelry were piled up into hills.

Next to it is the No. 7 prison.

Su Wenhao woke up from the meditation and was in good spirits.

Huluhulu finished drinking the gruel, and said, "Is there something to worry about, little brother, this old man is proficient in easy academic math and can help you solve problems!"

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

Zhou Yi had some sympathy for Su Wenhao, and complained when he recited poetry.

"Is it because of this fellow?"

Su Wenhao pointed to the former waiter who was lying on the bed hungry and humming beside him.

Zhou Yi was a little disappointed in his heart. Su Wenhao's academic math was observation, not a real divination method, but he nodded and said.

"I hated corrupt officials the most in my life. I said that the money I took from the court was actually the fat of the people!"

"Hehe, 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 real things for the people, and the money he is greedy is not too much."

The former waiter lay down and hummed twice, "Old Su, I didn't make you a friend in vain!"

Zhou Yi asked curiously, "Then why did he enter the Heavenly Prison?"

"This officialdom is not looking at political achievements or turbidity, but standing in line!"

Su Wenhao said: "It is not necessary for those who are corrupt to be promoted, and it is not because of corruption that those who go to heaven are imprisoned."

Zhou Yi thought about it carefully, and said, "Interesting, interesting!"

The former waiter said, "My little brother thinks it's interesting, and I'll give the old man another spoonful of rice."

"Row."

Zhou Yi wanted to ridicule him, but after thinking about it, the prisoners in the B-word prison were unusual.

He took out the thick porridge at the bottom of the bucket and filled a bowl for the former servant.

Zhou Yi asked, "Why is Mr. Su so talkative today?"

This old man usually does not speak much, and he meditates after eating. It should be some kind of internal cultivation method, so he can keep his mind and body healthy.

"Falling into jail by mistake, four or five years away!"

Su Wenhao recited a poem proudly: "The old man has a hunch that the day when he gets out of the cage and returns to freedom is not far away."

"Then congratulations to Su Wenhao."

Zhou Yi cupped his hands and left with the bucket.

This old man has been locked up for three or four years and still hasn't changed. He can't control his mouth and recite poetry. What is "mistaken fall", it is clear that he is dissatisfied with the judgment of Emperor Chongming.

The former waiter, who was burying his head in cooking, suddenly paused, his eyes shining brightly.

After Wei Chang beheaded.

Zhou Yi's life has returned to two points and one line at home and in the prison.

Zhou's father served as a jailer 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 courtyard.

According to the previous imperial city as a ring, Ningdefang is the courtyard in the second ring, and Zhou Yi can afford it after working for 500 years without eating or drinking.

Guiyuan Gong's progress is slow, but Zhou Yi is not in a hurry, his biggest advantage is time.

As time goes by, there will be a great achievement in the end.

"Reach out my hand to touch my sister and take the Maowan, scattered outside and take the middle and wide..."

Zhou Yi was humming a little tune he had just learned, and although Guiyuan Gong had not yet accomplished much, there was a Taoist method of Suoyang consolidating essence, UU reading www.uukanshu. com can make people tenacious and galloping.

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

He met Chang Ning, the dispatch officer who was on duty at night, followed by four guards, escorting the prisoners wearing the shackles.

The prisoner's hair was disheveled, and upon closer inspection it was Su Wenhao.

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

Zhou Yi was the youngest and the latest in Tian Prison. The other jailers and dispatchers were the same generation as Zhou’s father. It was not a loss to call him uncle whenever he met, and he could take care of his seniors more on weekdays.

Chang Ning snorted coldly: "Humph! This fellow refuses to accept His Majesty's judgment and slandered His Majesty Shouyuan, so he should be sent to the prison for custody!"

The prison, the prison where Jin Yiwei interrogates prisoners!

If you say that you are locked up in the Heavenly Prison, there is still a chance of surviving. When you enter the Imperial Prison, you can only pray for an early rebirth and less torture.

Su Wenhao was pale and muttered to himself, not knowing what poem he was reading.

B-6 Prison.

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

"This official is about to be released from prison, go and prepare some good food and wine, or else the official will be reinstated, and I will make you all look good!"

Zhou Yi looked at the empty cell next to him and suddenly realized.

"Sir, wait a moment, I'll prepare now!"

That afternoon.

The **** in the palace entered the prison to pass the decree, and Liu Shilang exposed and reported that he had meritorious deeds.

The Ministry of Personnel is expensive, the Ministry of Household is rich, and the Ministry of Rites is poor...

Liu Shilang fell into the eyes of Emperor Chongming, and the light and tone went up.

"In the future, you must be cautious in your words and deeds!"

Zhou Yi was also frightened in a cold sweat. If he hadn't given the thick porridge, with Liu Shilang's temperament, would he retaliate after he was released from prison.

Hard to say!