I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

After half a month.

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

It is said that when he died, his whole body had few complete bones.

"Do our business, remember to be careful!"

Captain Niu said, "Especially Xiao Yizi, don't gossip with the prisoners when they deliver 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!"

"Boy can save it."

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

Fengyang State is not a society governed by the rule of law, and the life and death of individuals depends on their own will.

A poem, a sentence, can become a deadly crime!

For example, Zhou Yi sent wine and meat to Wei Chang, and he was also called a hero. There were many words of praise. Those who have a heart will report to the court, ranging from exile to Wei Chang's accomplice.

At that time, the longevity dao fruit also changed and became empty!

"Don't be strong in everything!"

Zhou Yi warned himself that he must learn to be indifferent when he sees more injustice and unpleasant things in the future.

Just stand by and watch, don't ask, don't care, let alone save!

Wandering in the world, and out of the world.

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

After all, the jailer's monthly salary is only five coins, and one time listening to Chunfenglou is not enough.

The better the prisoner eats, the more money Zhou Yi will share each month. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a parent!

today.

There is a new prisoner in the prison, who is said to be the leader of a rebel somewhere in the south.

He was black and thin, with a wrinkled face full of sorrow. He looked like a general who commanded tens of thousands of people, but he was an old farmer in the fields.

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

Captain Niu and a few dispatchers, tortured and interrogated in different ways, and in just a few days, the old peasant turned out to be an adult.

The old peasants didn't have Wei Chang's steel and iron bones, but their endurance was even better. What kind of tortures such as sticks, irons, thorns, heavy flails...etc.

At the end of each execution, the old peasant spit out blood and foam, and still had the strength to curse.

"Officer dog!"

"There is a way to continue, grandpa begged for mercy, grandson is your surname!"

"…"

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

After the general was locked up for a few days, he was sent to Caishikou for beheading. Dozens of people were beheaded on the same day, from the general to the corporal. The blood spurted filled the execution ground.

The onlookers cheered loudly, they just wanted to watch the fun 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 giving in.

night.

Zhou Yi returned to his small courtyard and practiced meditation as usual.

After more than half a year of practice in Guiyuan Gong, hundreds of strands of qi have accumulated in the dantian, and the practice method has been thoroughly developed.

"Heaven and the earth are dark, there is no limit, and when they are combined, their vitality will come together, and they will become one... Grandma, why can't this heart be calm!"

Zhou Yi always saw the appearance of an old peasant in front of his eyes. He heard him say that several prefectures in the south suffered severe droughts year after year, and the land was starving.

People eat each other!

With three simple words, it is extremely frightening to think about, how many human tragedies are behind it.

"Human, too much empathy makes life too tiring!"

Zhou Yi shook his head, not venting his frustrations, and continuing to practice Guiyuan Gong.

"How can I ease my mind?"

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

In the past life, there were many people who were under too much pressure from work and life. In order to avoid falling into depression, they would vent their emotions by scolding fake people and attacking fake people. It is said that the effect is good.

"The person I want to scold is too taboo to be heard, but I can write it down!"

Zhou Yi bought pen and ink and a blank booklet, and the words written in the simplified form of the previous life, even if someone saw it, they would not recognize it.

"How to write it?"

After pondering for a moment, he wrote: In the thirty-ninth year of Chongming, the month of Guimao, the day of Wuchen...

"Today, when I saw the beheading of the uprising general, I felt very uncomfortable. This dynasty has been rotten from top to bottom."

Zhou Yi's brows were slightly wrinkled, and he always felt uncomfortable. He wrote a diary to scold people, so he didn't need to be so serious, so he changed his writing style.

"Emperor Chongming is not a good thing. He delusionally thinks of immortality. It would be good to take the medicine pill and poison him one day.

When I write this, I have to criticize that the alchemists in the palace are unprofessional. They use all kinds of cinnabar, lead, mercury, and gold. Drinking it is guaranteed to make Emperor Chongming ascend to heaven.

Perhaps the alchemist really understands alchemy? After all, it is the world of immortal cultivation, and it is normal for loose cultivators who have no hope of immortality to come to the palace to enjoy.

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

Thinking of this, I immediately felt relieved and continued to practice.

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

…

Half a month passed.

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

"Today, the scoundrel surnamed Long was imprisoned for murder. It is said that he deliberately set fire to many people.

This guy was still arrogant in the sky prison, just because there was too much salt in a dish, he even had the guard beat me and the cook.

Master Zhou remembered this!

It's not over!

The surname is Long, Master Zhou is waiting for you in the prison..."

Zhou Yi still felt uncomfortable writing this, and wrote a few hundred more words to scold Emperor Chongming, only to expose the matter.

Another month passed.

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

"There's only one month left before the New Year, so it's not very happy.

Everyone knew that there was no conspiracy, and all the officials in the imperial court acquiesced and beheaded three hundred members of the family of General Zhenguo.

I heard that the rebel army has already reached Yuzhou, which is only a few hundred miles away from Shenjing.

Fengyang Kingdom is coming to an end!

Writing this, I have to scold Emperor Chongming..."

…

Chongming forty years.

"I have learned a lot today, and there are people who can transform males into females through disguise, and no one can tell the difference between males and females.

This prostitute mixed into the women's boudoir and ran around to commit crimes.

As a result, there are also high-level makeup people in the Jinyiwei, who pretend to be glamorous women and other prostitutes who take the bait and finally capture them alive.

I wrote this down because I discovered a new way of venting, such as adding some croton powder to the thief's meal.

It seems a little perverted?

It's all the dog emperor's fault..."

Zhou Yi fed the flower thief a few packs of croton powder, and obtained the method of makeup disguise. In the future, when he gets older, he can wear makeup to look like an old man, so as not to let his colleagues find out the difference.

Outside, there are chaos and chaos, and it is extremely dangerous. How can it be safe to hide in the Heavenly Prison!

…

Chongming forty-two years.

150,000 uprising soldiers surrounded Shenjing, and the leader was called the Eight-Armed Heavenly King.

The officials were frightened, and the kingdom was unstable.

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

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

The forbidden army took the opportunity to rush out of the city gate, defeated the insurgent army, and relieved the siege of Shenjing.

"The manpower is not as good as the number of days, and Fengyang's luck is endless!"

Zhou Yi recorded this incident in the book, and at the end of it, he naturally scolded Emperor Chongming.

"The world is in chaos, and the Emperor Dog has to levy a birth date guide. I heard that some prefectures' taxation has reached the 120th year of Chongming..."

Three years later, Zhou Yi saved 500 taels of silver, found a cheap martial arts gym, and began to practice martial arts forging the body.

At this time of turbulence, Tianjing is not so safe.

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

…

Chongming forty-five years.

A special prisoner has come to Tian Prison, the eldest son of Emperor Gou, also known as the former crown prince.

"There is no such thing as a forty-year-old prince in the world, so it's no wonder that people rebelled.

The prince looked gentle, not like a dog emperor.

It's a pity that it didn't work, it is rumored that the Emperor Dog was protected by a martial arts master, and the Eight-armed Heavenly King was not killed suddenly, but was assassinated..."

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

Guiyuan Gong has had five years of skill, and he is trying his best to smash blue bricks.

Wei Chang was right in what he said back then, it is very difficult for ordinary people to achieve anything by cultivating inner qi.

Zhou Yi learned the method of forging the body from the martial arts hall. It is called Wuhu Daliquan. Hearing the name, it is the stuff of the road. It is far less mysterious than Guiyuan Gong.

In three years, he has reached the epidermis, and his arms have the power of tigers.

When a blunt weapon such as a stick hits his body, the power is reduced by half, and he can already be called a third-rate master.

…

Chongming forty-six years.

Zhou Yi came back from Chunfenglou and took out a book to scold Emperor Chongming.

"The Dog Emperor..."

After writing three words, I suddenly didn't know how to scold them later. No matter what words or phrases I came up with, I looked through the words that had already been written before.

Zhou Yi flipped through the books and kept a diary less frequently.

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

In the last few diaries, I have rarely written about unjust cases and tragedies, and they have been scolding the Dog Emperor throughout, but the tragedies in the prison have never been reduced.

"The more I see you, the more indifferent your feelings will be!"

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

"That's not right, I've never been tired of the young lady of Chunfenglou!"

When I wrote this in the diary, there was nothing to scold.

Emperor Chongming was also really ruined. He did not go to court for more than 30 years, and hid in Shangyang Palace to cultivate immortals and practice Taoism.

Zhou Yi was helpless and finally wrote.

"Why isn't the Dog Emperor still dead?"

Since then.

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

…

Early morning.

The mist was dark, and the waning moon of Hyosung was still hanging in the sky.

Zhou Yi wandered around in the courtyard, UU was reading www.uukanshu. The com fist hit the air, and the sound was continuous.

Bang bang bang!

It seems to be a cowhide drum, and it is like a rolling thunder.

In the cold winter and twelfth lunar month, Zhou Yi was only wearing a thin bunt,

After several punches, the qi and blood boiled out of the body, turning into steaming heat.

"drink!"

At the end of Zhou Yi's practice, he exhaled a long breath, which turned into a three-foot-long white mist, which condensed in the air and did not disperse.

"Five Tigers Daliquan has been practiced to the level of quenching the tendons, and he has become a second-rate master. He has never fought anyone before, and he is not skilled in weapons, so he has only superficial strength!"

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

Having truly experienced the mystery of the Dao of Longevity, Zhou Yi let go of the last trace of worry and completely became a mediocre jailer, too lazy to pay attention to what the court is.

Hundreds and thousands of years have passed, Zhou Yi remains unchanged, Fengyang Kingdom is long gone!

Go back to the house.

Zhou Yi put on a little makeup, making his skin dull and his face pale and sickly.

Now that he is twenty and nine years old, and he has been in the dark and humid sky for a long time, it is easy to age prematurely. This is normal.

Going out to the morning market.

Zhou Yi found a booth and sat down. He called the proprietress to bring the tofu and fritters, and suddenly heard a bell.

Melodious, rich, and the lingering voice is endless!

Dangdang…

Nine in a row, the originally lively morning market was suddenly silent.

All the people raised their heads to look in the direction of the palace. Such a uniform movement seemed to have been rehearsed many times and waited for a long time.

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

"The Emperor Dog is finally dead!"