Half a month later.
When Niu Xiaowei drew the cards, he said that Su Wenhao died in prison.
It is said that when he died, there were not many intact bones in his body.
"In our line of work, remember to be careful with what you say! Be careful with what you say!"
Captain Niu warned: "Especially you, Xiao Yizi, don't chat with the prisoners when delivering meals. Liu Shilang asked me to tell you, don't listen to things you shouldn't hear or say things you shouldn't say!"
"Don't worry, kid."
Zhou Yi felt faintly afraid, this time was really a big lesson.
Fengyang Country is not a society ruled by law, and a person's life and death, honor and disgrace, all depend on the will of God.
A poem or a sentence may become a fatal crime!
For example, Zhou Yi sent wine and meat to Wei Chang, and called him a hero, with many compliments in his words. Those who are interested will report it to the court, and at least they will be exiled, but at worst they will become Wei Chang's accomplice.
At that time, the Taoist Fruit of Immortality also turned into nothing!
"Don't force yourself to do anything!"
Zhou Yi warned himself that he would inevitably see more unfair and unpleasant things in the future, and he must learn to be indifferent.
Just stand aside and watch, don't ask, don't take care of it, let alone save it!
Living in the world of mortals, yet outside the world.
Zhou Yi figured out the joints and transformed into a expressionless food delivery person in the prison, only smiling at the prisoners who took the money.
After all, the jailer's monthly salary is only five taels of silver, which is not enough to listen to the music in Chunfeng Tower once.
The better the prisoner's food is, the more money Zhouyi will distribute every month. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a parent of food and clothing!
This day.
A new prisoner was imprisoned in the Tianlao. It is said that he is the leader of a rebel bandit somewhere in the south.
Dark and thin, with a face full of wrinkles and sorrow, he looked nothing like a general commanding tens of thousands of people, but an old farmer in the fields.
The appearance of the old peasant general made Tianlao more lively.
Lieutenant Niu and several policemen used various methods of torture and interrogation, and in just a few days, the old farmer changed his appearance.
The old farmer did not have Wei Chang's steel and iron bones, but his endurance was even better. He was tortured with sticks, soldering irons, thorn whips, heavy shackles... and so on, but he did not let out any screams.
At the end of each execution, the old farmer vomited blood and still had the energy to curse.
"Dog officer!"
"If you have the guts to continue, grandpa begs for mercy and my grandson will take your last name!"
"..."
Zhou Yi stood aside and listened, suddenly feeling that this man was more like a general.
The general was imprisoned for a few days and then sent to Caishikou to be beheaded. On the same day, dozens of people were beheaded, ranging from the general to the corps commander. The execution ground was covered with blood.
The onlookers cheered loudly. They just wanted to watch the fun and didn't care why these people were beheaded!
Zhou Yi stood at the edge of the execution ground, watching the general's head roll far away, his eyes still open, staring at the executioner without any surrender.
night.
Zhou Yi returned to his small courtyard and meditated and practiced as usual.
After practicing the Guiyuan Gong for more than half a year, hundreds of strands of Qi have been accumulated in the Dantian, and the technique has become completely proficient.
"Heaven and earth are infinite, and when combined, the vitality becomes one. Grandma, why can't my heart calm down!"
The image of an old farmer always appeared before Zhou Yi's eyes. He heard from him that several states in the south suffered from severe droughts for years, and people died of hunger all over the land. They exchanged their children for food, and all the government's disaster relief food was embezzled by officials.
People eat each other!
Three simple words, it’s terrifying to think about it, and how many human tragedies are behind it.
"Human, if you have too much empathy, your life will be too tiring!"
Zhou Yi shook his head and continued to practice the Guiyuan Gong instead of venting his annoyance. It was very likely that his inner energy would be disordered and he would go crazy.
"How can I soothe my mind?"
After thinking about it, I finally figured out a way.
In previous lives, many people were under too much pressure at work and life. In order to avoid falling into depression, they would vent their emotions by scolding and beating fake people. It is said that the effect was good.
"The person I want to scold is too taboo and will be dead if anyone hears it, but I can write it down!"
Zhou Yi bought pen and ink and a blank book. The writing was in simplified Chinese characters from the previous life. Even if someone saw it, they would not recognize it.
"How to write it?"
After pondering for a moment, I wrote: In the thirty-ninth year of Chongming, in the month of Guimao, on the day of Wuchen...
"Today I saw the rebellious generals beheaded, and I felt very uncomfortable. This dynasty is rotten from top to bottom."
Zhou Yi frowned slightly, always feeling uncomfortable. He wrote the diary to curse people, so he didn't need to be so serious, so he changed his pen.
"Emperor Chongming is not a good person. He wants to live forever. He will be poisoned to death by taking an elixir one day.
I have to criticize this when I write this. The alchemists in the palace are unprofessional and use everything from cinnabar, lead, mercury, and gold. Drinking it will ensure that Emperor Chongming ascends to heaven.
Maybe the alchemist really knows how to make alchemy? After all, this is a world of immortality, and it is normal for casual cultivators with no hope of immortality to come to the palace to enjoy themselves.
Then I will curse Emperor Chongming, eight princes have eight fathers!
When I thought about it, I immediately felt relieved and continued practicing.
Set a small goal: a hundred years of skill! "
…
Half a month passed.
Zhou Yi opened the book and started writing in his diary again.
"Today, the dandy named Long was imprisoned for murder. It is said that he deliberately set fire to many people.
This guy was still arrogant in the prison. He even asked the guards to beat me and the cook because there was too much salt in a dish.
Master Zhou has remembered this!
It’s not over!
Mr. Zhou, surnamed Long, is waiting for you in Tianlao..."
Zhou Yi still felt uncomfortable after writing this, and wrote several hundred words to scold Emperor Chongming before he revealed the matter.
Another month passed.
Zhou Yi opened the book and wrote down what he saw during the day.
“The Chinese New Year is only a month away, which is not exciting yet.
Everyone knew that the rebellion was false, and all the officials in the court acquiesced, and the three hundred members of the Zhenguo General's Mansion were beheaded.
I heard that the rebels had reached Yuzhou, which was only a few hundred miles away from Shenjing. The imperial court did not want to send troops to suppress it, but it was still fighting internally.
Fengyang Kingdom is coming to an end!
As I write this, I have to curse Emperor Chongming a few times..."
…
Chongming forty years.
"I learned a lot today. There are people who can transform themselves from men into women through the art of disguise. No one can tell the difference between real and fake.
This lewd thief sneaked into the woman's boudoir and ran around committing crimes.
It turns out that there are also makeup experts in Jinyiwei, who pretend to be beautiful women and wait for the lewd thieves to take the bait, and are finally captured alive.
I wrote this down because I found a new way to vent my anger, such as mixing some croton powder into the adulterer's rice.
Seems a little abnormal?
It's all the dog emperor's fault..."
Zhou Yi fed the flower picker a few packets of croton powder and learned how to disguise himself with makeup. When he gets older in the future, he can disguise himself as an old man so that his colleagues will not notice anything strange.
The war and chaos outside are extremely dangerous. How can we be safe in the prison?
…
Chongming forty-two years.
One hundred and fifty thousand rebel soldiers surrounded Shenjing, and the leader was known as the Eight-Armed Heavenly King.
All the officials were frightened and the country was unstable.
Zhou Yi thought that the change of dynasty was about to happen now, so he prepared a lot of grain and vegetables and hid them in the cave of the house, enough to hide him for half a year.
As a result, the Eight-Armed King died suddenly.
The imperial army took the opportunity to rush out of the city gate, defeated the rebel army, and solved the siege of Shenjing.
"Manpower is no match for heaven, but the fate of Fengyang is boundless!"
Zhouyi recorded this incident in a book, and naturally at the end he cursed Emperor Chongming.
"The world is in chaos, and the Dog Emperor wants to collect birth certificates. I heard that some state capitals taxed people until the 120th year of Chongming..."
Three years later, Zhou Yi saved five hundred taels of silver, found a cheap martial arts studio, and began to practice martial arts body-building techniques.
At this time of turmoil, Tianlao is not that safe either.
Martial arts training can not only fight, but also run fast!
…
Forty-five years of Chongming.
A special prisoner came to the Tianlao, the eldest son of the Dog Emperor, the former prince.
"How can there be a prince who has been in the world for forty years? No wonder he rebelled.
The prince looks gentle and doesn't look like a dog emperor.
Unfortunately, it was unsuccessful. It is said that the Dog Emperor was protected by a martial arts master. The Eight-Armed Heavenly King did not die suddenly, but was assassinated..."
Zhou Yi scolded the dog emperor a few times as usual and felt happy.
The Guiyuan Gong has been around for five years, and it can be used with all its strength to break green bricks with the palm of one's hand. According to the classification of the world, it should be unpopular.
Wei Chang was right when he said that it is difficult for ordinary people to achieve anything by cultivating inner energy.
The body-building method Zhou Yi learned from the martial arts school is called Five Tigers Powerful Fist. From the name, it sounds like a commonplace thing, and it is far inferior to the mystery of Guiyuan Gong.
In three years, he has reached the Skin Film Realm, and his arms have the power of a tiger.
When hit on the body with sticks and other blunt objects, most of the power is reduced, and he is already considered a third-rate master.
…
Chongming forty-six years.
When Zhou Yi came back from Chunfeng Tower, he took out his book and scolded Emperor Chongming.
"The Dog Emperor..."
After writing three words, I suddenly didn’t know how to curse later. No matter what words I came up with, I just looked through what I had written before.
Zhou Yi flipped through books and wrote diaries less and less frequently.
At the beginning, I wrote one article every half month, then I didn’t write for a whole month, and then I only wrote once every two or three months.
In recent diaries, there have been very few articles about unjust cases and tragedies, and they have been all about scolding the Dog Emperor. However, the tragedies in the prison have never decreased.
"The more I see you, the more my feelings become indifferent!"
Zhou Yi murmured to himself. With the accumulation of time and experience, his emotional threshold seemed to be getting higher and higher.
"That's not right, I have never tired of the young lady from Chunfeng Tower!"
When I write this in my diary, I have no more words to criticize.
Emperor Chongming was really in ruins. He did not go to court for more than thirty years and hid in Shangyang Palace to practice immortality and Taoism.
Zhou Yi was helpless and finally wrote.
"Why isn't the Dog Emperor 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 is dim, and the morning star and waning moon still hang in the sky.
Zhou Yi moved around in the courtyard, punching the air with a continuous sound.
Bang bang bang!
It looks like a big cowhide drum, and it also looks like rolling thunder.
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, Zhou Yi was only wearing a thin short jacket.
After several punches, the energy and blood boiled out of the body and turned into steaming heat.
"drink!"
At the end of Zhou Yi's practice, he took a long breath and turned into a three-foot-long white mist, which condensed in the air and never dispersed.
"The Five Tiger Powerful Fist has been trained to the realm of tendon tempering, and is already considered a second-rate master. It's just that he has never fought with anyone, and he doesn't know how to use weapons, so he has no superficial strength!"
Zhou Yi has grown up, and his body shape and appearance have not changed at all since five years ago.
After truly experiencing the mystery of the Taoist Fruit of Immortality, Zhou Yi put aside his last worry and became an ordinary jailer, too lazy to care about the court world.
Hundreds and thousands of years have passed, but the Book of Changes remains unchanged, and Fengyang Kingdom is long gone!
Return to the house.
Zhou Yi put on a little makeup, which made his skin dull and his face looked a little pale and sickly.
Now he is twenty-nine years old. After staying in a dark and humid prison for a long time, it is easy to age prematurely. This appearance is normal.
Go out and go straight to the morning market.
Zhou Yi found a stall and sat down, calling the proprietress to bring the tofu and fried dough sticks, when he suddenly heard a bell.
Melodious, rich, and endless lingering sound!
Dangdangdang...
After nine calls in a row, the originally bustling morning market suddenly fell silent.
All the people looked up and looked in the direction of the palace. Such uniform movements seemed to have been rehearsed many times and waited for a long time.
Zhou Yi continued to eat the tofu with his head down, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he felt that it was a hundred times more delicious than usual.
"The Dog Emperor is finally dead!"
