MTL - I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World-Chapter 2 Feihong Swordsman

There is no daylight in Tian Prison all the year round, only the aisles are lit with oil lamps.

Dark and gloomy, it is difficult to distinguish day and night.

When the prisoner came in, he still scratched and recorded on the wall. It took too long, or he painted all the walls, and he no longer had the energy to count his days.

After all, too few have walked out of the Heavenly Prison alive!

Zhou Yi remembered the prisoner who was meditating. His surname was Su, and his surname was said to have been a writer in the south of the Yangtze River.

Because he wrote a poem that went against the present day, Jin Yiwei was attracted to investigate, and somehow he found evidence of torture to death of a domestic servant, and he was imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison according to the law.

There are family members who give us money, so we can drink more porridge every meal!

Perhaps one day, when the new emperor ascends the throne and amnesties the world, this one will be released.

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

Zhou Yi finished distributing the gruel, and walked out along the cell.

The sound goes from far to near.

At first, it was noisy and chopping, and then it turned into a big and small shouting, listening to the voice, it was playing with money.

It has been 300 years since Fengyang was founded, and there are many common faults that the dynasty should have.

The rules of Tianlao were not as strict as those of the Taizu. Otherwise, Zhou Yi would not be able to recruit him.

There are thousands of prison guards, most of them are empty pay and no one, and a few captains who come to be on duty drink and play money for fun every day.

Comparing Zhou Yi with the laws in the history books and the current situation in Fengyang, there is a high probability that the dynasty will be changed.

"Little Yizi has finished delivering the meal? Come and play a couple of games!" Zhang Zhou's voice almost woke Zhou Yi from his emotions.

I saw that Zhang Zhou kept blowing air on his opponent's heart, which seemed to increase the domino points.

Zhang Zhou was a clerk who was sent to the prison and was not in the mainstream. He happened to be Zhou Yi's direct boss and had a good relationship with his deceased father Zhou.

Zhou Yi shook his head. First, he was cautious and not good at gambling, and second, he had 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 Blue Star took over the body.

Standing behind Zhang Zhou and watching for a while, it was similar to the way of playing Pai Gow.

Boring, boring!

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 on cultivating immortals. In case one day you encounter demons and demons robbing people, or immortals fight and destroy a city.

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

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

"I never heard of the method of cultivating immortals in my predecessor's memory, and I didn't even know about immortals. I only heard that martial arts are divided into internal energy and body forging. For details, I have to go to the martial arts hall to find out."

Cultivation of immortals is for the sake of longevity. Zhou Yi has obtained the fruit of the Tao, but he will not abandon his roots and chase the end, and go on adventures to seek immortals.

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

"Would you like to make a lot of money first and improve your life? If you can't get soap and cement, you can also start a greenhouse to treat ice with saltpeter..."

"Or plagiarize some poems and songs. With fame, you will have money..."

"It's not good anymore..."

"Forget it for the time being, there is a yard in Shenjing now, and Tianjing is in charge of meals, so don't make any extras because of some money."

Zhou Yi didn't believe in the ancient business environment. In a purely official-based society, there was no foundation but a lot of money, and Chunchun was a pig to be slaughtered.

At this time.

A scribe came outside and said something in the ear of Captain Niu.

Colonel is the official post of Tian Prison. From the ninth grade, he is in charge of ten guards and ten guards.

Niu Su can rule over a hundred people according to the law. Nowadays, there are too many people in Tianjiu, and there are only twenty or thirty guards under his command, and they are often irregular.

"Brothers, come and live."

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

Master Lei is called Lei Hu, and he is the chief of the prison.

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

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

"I'm in bad hands today, I lost everything, I have to let this guy out!"

Talking room.

A dozen or so people walked towards the torture room.

Zhou Yi hesitated, then followed.

The thief was in room A and 12, and he opened the cell door. Inside was a man hanging upside down. His face was bloodied and he couldn't see his face clearly.

Zhou Yi followed behind the crowd, perhaps because he had seen more of it in his memory. Seeing the man's miserable appearance, he did not feel any nausea and vomiting.

Zhang Zhou splashed the water to wake the man up, without questioning him, he just whipped the whip and whipped it hard.

Clap clap clap!

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

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

Zhou Yi only saw clearly at this time, the man's mouth is full of teeth, and his tongue is half broken. How can he confess his guilt?

Captain Niu sat on the Taishi chair, sipping tea slowly, and speaking in a low voice to the clerk in charge of recording.

A dozen people around watched the man suffer, either with a cheerful expression, or indifferently, or betting that the prisoner could hold on for a few rounds.

After a long time.

Zhang Zhou was tired from whipping the whip, so he picked up the red hot iron and pressed it on the man at will.

Zizizi!

A stench of zijiao came out, and the man was already dying, only the instinctive humming was left.

Captain Niu stopped Zhang Zhou from continuing his torture: "Don't kill anyone!"

The clerk had finished writing the interrogation process. He picked up the man's palm and left a clear **** handprint on the confession without needing to dip it in cinnabar.

The iron evidence is like a mountain, confession!

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 jerk. His nickname is Feihong Swordsman or something."

"Half a year ago there was a drought in Yuzhou, and many people starved to death. This fellow attacked the granary and killed more than a dozen grain merchants, even the county magistrate cut off his head."

Ye Laoqi said, "Jin Yiwei has been following him for half a year, and he finally caught it, beheading him directly!"

Green forest hero!

This was Zhou Yi's first thought. In ancient times, droughts caused starvation to die everywhere, and in severe cases, Yizi devoured each other. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

The man opened the warehouse to put food and saved countless lives!

Niu Xiaowei took the confession and read it, then nodded slightly: "Bai Lian Sect rebels, gather crowds to make troubles, kill officials and conspire! Remember to feed him a good life, and ask him to be executed in a month, at least to live."

Zhang Zhou said, "Don't worry, my lord, Xiao Yizi is safe."

"Sir, would you like to feed something good?"

Zhou Yi bowed to take orders, seeing the man's miserable appearance, he was tortured so much that he didn't look like a human being, and he didn't seem to be able to survive a month with gruel.

Captain Niu waved his hand: "No need to trouble, this thief has tempered his internal organs and is a first-class expert in the arena, but he is not so easy to die."

Sure enough.

In the evening, Zhou Yi came over with a rice bucket. The man had recovered his energy and his eyes were round.

The black and purple burns on his face, and the blood-red welts on his body, not only did he not look weak, but he had a fierce aura.

Zhou Yi did not dare to approach, so he poured a spoonful of gruel into the man's mouth, but the other man struggled with his mouth tightly closed, and accidentally poured it into his nostrils.

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

"Master, we are just a mere yamen, don't be embarrassed."

"State...dog...stick!"

The man's tongue was cut in half, and he couldn't speak clearly.

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

Returning to the man, he clasped his fists and saluted.

"The hero spared no expense to help the victims, and I admire him greatly. Now that he is imprisoned, he should not give up on himself. Even if he is on the guillotine, he can still have the strength to scold the court!"

Hearing the words, the man was silent for a long time and slowly opened his mouth.

Zhou Yi wiped the blood from the rice on the man's face, and poured the rice with a spoon carefully, so as not to pour it into his nose.