Opportunities and risks arise simultaneously.
Most people think about opportunities, but Zhou Yi is just the opposite.
The Cangtian King obviously has bad intentions, and ordinary people are willing to take risks for the sake of magical power.
Acquire supreme magical skills, advance to the innate level within ten years, and become a great master.
"This plot seems a bit familiar?"
Zhou Yi shrugged. He was not the son of a certain master, and he had no deep grudges waiting to be avenged by his ancestors. He was more like a villain who tortured prisoners and made money than the protagonist who was destined to do so.
"So, I'm satisfied with the secret art of sound transmission for free!"
Zhou Yi carried the bucket and entered Prison No. 2, where Huang Tianwang was imprisoned.
The cell layout is similar. Huang Tianwang is chained to the execution rack, his hair is disheveled, and his robe is stained with black and red blood.
The arms were twisted like noodles, with countless pieces broken. All ten fingers were cut off, leaving only a bare palm.
"The King of Heaven invites you to dinner."
Zhou Yi used the secret technique of sound transmission, but the Xuanjia guard on duty at the door did not respond.
Huang Tianwang was slightly startled, then continued to drink as if nothing had happened, and asked via voice transmission.
"Who are you? Are you here to save Pindao?"
"no."
Zhou Yi's mind changed and he replied: "Please ask the King of Heaven to ascend to heaven!"
"The poor Taoist should have thought a long time ago that those aristocratic families are just grassroots, and the east wind will follow the east wind, and the west wind will follow the west wind..." Huang Tianwang murmured to himself.
Zhou Yi frowned slightly and did not continue to fool him.
After delivering the meal, he went to see Zheng Siyu and told him that he had caught a cold and asked for a month or two leave.
"You look like an old turtle!"
Zheng Siyu waved his hand and did not embarrass Zhou Yi.
…
Chunfeng Tower.
The orioles are singing and the swallows are dancing, and the red sleeves are swaying.
It’s already full before evening, and today is the day for the oiran evaluation.
Goulan introduced ten or twenty court servants, who took turns showing off their talents, playing music, chess, dancing, calligraphy, painting, and poetry. Two or three were eliminated every ten days, and the final ones were the courtesans.
After this round of selection, you can make more money than the Qinghuan.
In order to support the beauty, the wealthy businessmen threw money without blinking an eye, singing countless red silk ribbons.
"Miss Nongyu, your piano skills are unparalleled! Reward!"
The fat man, who wore ten jade finger rings on his hands, waved his hand and threw out a stack of banknotes.
"The poem written by Miss Lianxiang has been spread all over Shenjing. It is better than most poems and should be ranked first!"
The speaker was a scholar, and he couldn't throw away money like the fat man, so he called on friends and classmates to support him, and the momentum was not small.
"What nonsense poems? Someone has already said that Lianxiang bought them from outside."
"Don't tarnish someone's reputation with your lies. My father is a magistrate in Beijing. If you dare to slander me again, I'll have you arrested!"
"You dare to be so arrogant as a little Tongpan. I'm in the Weiyuan Marquis' Mansion. You can come and arrest me at will!"
"vulgar!"
"waste!"
"..."
Shenjing is the capital of the Fengyang Kingdom. Throwing a brick can hit a sixth-rank official. A mere trial is nothing. However, once he started scolding the nobles, scholars immediately came to his aid, and the crowd became furious for a while.
Seeing the dispute getting more and more intense, the madam laughed so hard that she couldn't keep her eyes open.
Nothing serious can happen under the emperor's feet. The stooges mixed in the crowd on both sides can guide themselves with words, and the final victory or defeat lies in the Oiran election.
You can earn tens of thousands of taels of silver by being so vindictive!
Private room on the second floor.
There is no wall on the side facing the stage downstairs, and you can clearly see the performance of the maids. When you are tired, you can lower the brocade curtain and have tea and talk with the girls.
Zhou Yi was half lying on the couch, hugging him from left to right, while someone was pouring wine and vegetables.
From time to time, they would tell a joke they heard in their previous life, and the two girls, who had a low point of laughter, would giggle loudly.
Another tragic love story was told. The girl felt the same and burst into tears.
"This is the real blessing!"
Zhou Yi cuddled up against the jade and felt so happy.
After taking paid sick leave from Tianlao, Zhou Yi took off his old makeup, changed into a young and handsome look, and stayed in Chunfeng Tower for more than half a month.
It is easy to use the disguise technique to make a person look old by using a young person, but it is extremely difficult to make a person old by using a small person.
Affected by the gift of immortality, Zhou Yi stopped growing as an adult. Zhou Yi only changed his skin color, face shape and voice slightly, and Zhang Zhou would not recognize him even if he was born again.
Few of the other jailers in Tianlao remembered Zhou Yi when he was young.
"I am like a ghost, an immortal ghost, wandering in the world!"
Zhou Yi shook his wine glass and murmured: "The empire or the royal family, the civil servants or military generals, the genius of a generation or the overwhelming power, are all just a passing cloud!"
King Huang Tian colluded with the southern family, and Tianlao has become a powder keg. He will wait until the storm has passed before going back.
Wow!
A loud noise, followed by a woman's scream, interrupted Zhou Yi's thoughts.
"I have plenty of money. I can sleep with whomever I want. Do you look down on me?"
The man who spoke was short and fat, but his hands were surprisingly strong. He smashed the table with one palm and pinched the madam's neck to scold her.
"Cough cough cough..."
The madam was speechless and felt that her neck was about to break.
"What kind of country bumpkin dares to cause trouble in Chunfeng Tower!" Before the words could be heard, a figure came, and the sword light went straight to the man's neck without any thought of holding back.
"We are Mobei heroes, not country bumpkins."
The short, fat man dropped the madam and bounced off the ground like a ball. He spun around in the air and missed the blade, colliding with the swordsman.
Bang! Bang!
There were continuous loud noises, and the swordsman hit the wall and slowly slid down.
He spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, mixed with pieces of internal organs, and twitched twice before making any sound.
The madam was so frightened that her face turned pale and trembled. The swordsman was a servant of the master behind the scenes. He was a man of steel and iron, but he couldn't walk through a round. He didn't dare to say anything and said he wouldn't sell.
"Nongyu, why don't you come and serve this uncle!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The short and fat man laughed heartily, grabbed Nongyu's skirt, and took him away with a few leaps.
The staff at Chunfeng Tower skillfully carried away the corpse of the swordsman, cleaned away the blood, and replaced it with new tables, chairs, and benches, as if nothing had happened just now.
After a while.
The guests became lively again and continued to play music and dance.
"How many first-class masters is this?"
Zhou Yi hung out in the Chunfeng Tower and met several first-class masters in half a month. Some of them were indistinguishable, and they were most likely top masters in the Marrow Cleansing Realm.
The brothels and restaurants were the most well-informed, and people started talking about it the day after King Cang Tian was imprisoned.
Fifteen years ago, Cangtian King was just an ordinary disciple of the Dajiang Gang with average martial arts talent.
While escorting the goods on the ship, he accidentally caught the magical inheritance in the river, and he achieved the breakthrough of the innate master in just ten years. When Cuofei meets Generalissimo Li Wu, no one in Fengyang Kingdom can control him, so at least he can secure half of the country!
Rumors spread extremely quickly, and someone was obviously adding fuel to the fire.
People in the world have no interest in rebelling and becoming king, but they cannot bear the temptation of magical skills. Masters from all over Fengyang Kingdom gather in Shenjing.
"Aristocratic families, oh aristocratic families, deserve to be punished!"
Zhou Yi shook his head gently, opened his mouth and ate the grapes peeled by the girl.
…
That night.
The stars and moon are dim, and dark clouds cover the sky.
A fire suddenly broke out in Dali Temple and spread to dozens of attics in an instant.
The fire soared into the sky, turning the sky dark red, and the manpower of the City Patrol Department was completely helpless.
There were many important files in Dali Temple, and the Prime Minister of Dali Temple immediately sent an order to call in the Tianlao Forbidden Army to assist. Tianlao is close to Dali Temple. After receiving the order, the commander of the imperial army immediately dispatched troops to put out the fire.
Not long after the Imperial Army left, dozens of figures appeared outside the prison.
They are tall, short, fat and thin, and all of them have strange looks.
Monks and Taoists, how can you see compassion and evil clearly?
The Tianlao gate is made of fine steel, and the four walls are three feet thick, and even the innate master cannot open it.
"When does it open?"
"There's still half an hour to go."
"Hey, hey, big-headed ghost, didn't you come here because you were a fool?"
"Two big stupid bears, you are the fool!"
"A ghost in a cave, I'll send you to see the King of Hell after I'm done with this."
"..."
As he was talking, there was a loud noise from ahead.
Boom!
The prison door fell down in response, not because the stainless steel door was broken, but because gunpowder blew off the doorpost from the inside.
The jailer on duty looked confused, and the Xuanjia army had already begun to form an array.
"kill!"
A long roar sounded, and dozens of figures rushed into the cell door as fast as lightning.
"Bold! The prison is so powerful, the attacker Zhujiu..."
Before the commander of the Xuanjia Army finished speaking, the flying needle hidden weapon penetrated the armor and shattered his heart.
Hundreds of Xuanjia soldiers mounted their war horses and used the momentum of the charge to kill the Marrow Cleansing Realm. However, when the horses dismounted, the battle became a one-sided massacre.
What's more, there is more than one top expert among the people who attack at night.
"Haha... kill him with all his heart!"
The short, fat man's weapons were two copper hammers with heads the size of human heads. He rushed into the cell and smashed them wildly. The jailer would be injured if he was rubbed, and would die if he held it. In an instant, more than 20 people were killed under the hammer.
The red and white stuff was all over the hammer head. He stuck out his tongue and licked it, and he started to kill more and more crazily.
The short, fat man came to Prison No. 1 first, raised his hammer and smashed the cell railings.
"King of Cangtian, I'm here to save you!"
"Two bears in Mobei..."
The Cangtian King slowly raised his head. Under his fluffy hair was a handsome and handsome face.
"Aren't you the Cangtian King?"
The short, fat man had never seen the Cangtian King, but he had heard that the leader of the Jiangnan Wulin Alliance was a bad old man with a wrinkled face.
Suddenly, his heart trembled, his eyes were full of horror, and he trembled: "You are the God of Killing Li Wu!"
"You bear are not stupid enough."
Li Wu shook slightly, and the chains binding his limbs opened on their own.
"I don't care who you are, you will die!"
The short and fat man said harshly, and the two copper hammers came out of his hands, but he turned around and ran away like a pinball.
"I heard that you like to watch dogs eat people. Tomorrow the Japanese general will come looking for hounds to see how many you can feed."
Li Wu's body flashed and appeared behind the short and fat man in an instant. He flicked his fingers and smashed his limbs with invisible energy. He gently brushed past and sealed the acupuncture points all over his body.
Several experts outside the prison door looked as if they had seen a ghost when they saw Li Wu.
"withdraw!"
"This is a trap!"
However, it was too late. Li Wu passed by several people and fell to the ground one after another.
"Li Wu, you are so cruel!"
The person who spoke had gray hair and a blue Taoist robe that was blowing in the wind, but he was an expert in the Taoist sect who cultivated his inner energy.
Li Wu said slowly: "From today on, all the true disciples and lay disciples of Jiangnan Tianyi Temple and Jinguang Temple will be punished for treason!"
"Amitabha!"
The monk holds a shovel in his hand, and the golden inner energy flows out of his body, as if he is a king in the world.
"You can't escape, let's go together!"
The hands of the Impermanence Ghost were as black as ink, exuding a fishy and pungent poisonous gas, and shuttled through the cell like a phantom.
"Everyone in the world is an ant!"
A green long sword suddenly appeared in Li Wu's hand. Driven by the innate true energy, it flipped and turned flexibly in the air, cutting the Impermanence Ghost into two pieces.
The Taoist monk didn't even make a few moves before he died under the flying sword!
The remaining martial arts masters no longer had any intention of resisting, so they threw away their weapons and knelt down to beg for mercy...
