The next day.
Heavenly prison.
Zhou Yi came to Prison No. 9 with his severed head and rice.
Wrapped in white clothes, four sons and three daughters lay neatly on the ground, no longer breathing. The woman in mourning clothes next to her collapsed on the ground, her eyes staring blankly.
Li Xiong stood in the prison and watched Zhou Yi come over with cold eyes.
"Remember, the general, my wife and children are waiting here. Let Li Wu come in and tell him!"
Zhou Yi frowned slightly when he saw the tragedy of a father killing his children in prison. He looked around the cell and saw that there were no guards on duty. He already knew it in his heart.
The court did not plan to carry out the execution publicly and signaled Li Xiongtian to commit suicide in fear of crime.
"The general is honest and dedicated to the public affairs, and has outstanding merits. In the future, he will be worthy of being named in the history of the Imperial Ancestral Temple." When Zhou Yi spoke to Li Xiong yesterday, he was already out of anger for massacring the people, which was a little over the top.
How could it be possible to make irresponsible remarks about Li Wu and the imperial court today? Even though all the officials wanted to punish the nine Li family clans, they still had to praise them for their loyalty to the emperor and the country.
"He will come, I'm waiting for him!"
After Li Xiong finished speaking, he hit the woman on the forehead with his palm, and then patted his own head with his palm.
The couple died with their skulls shattered.
"If I had known this, why did I do it in the first place!"
Zhou Yi pretended to be panicked and went out to greet the jailer, and carried Li Xiong's family out of the cell. The Li family members came to collect the body, but he didn't know whether it could be put into the ancestral grave.
"I'm not in a good mood today, so I'll choose an unlucky person to use my magic skills!"
Carrying good wine and food, Zhou Yi wandered to Prison No. 12.
The prisoner was as strong as a bear, half his head taller than the two-foot torture rack. He had several scars crisscrossed on his shiny, bald head. People would report the thief to the city when he walked on the street.
The prisoner glanced at the meat and wine and licked his lips: "Is it my turn today?"
"You're quite knowledgeable."
Zhou Yi arranged the food and wine, took the meat with chopsticks and brought it to the prisoner's mouth.
The prisoner was not polite, he ate meat and drank wine to his heart's content, and finally burped: "I have heard outside that there is a jailer in the sky prison who likes to torture the masters of martial arts. No one can survive his torture."
"I actually still have a reputation in the world?"
When Zhou Yi heard about this for the first time, he was on the line every day at two o'clock and never cared about the court.
The prisoner said: "Jianghu calls you the Blood Hell Demon. It is rumored that your whole family died from the masters of the Jianghu, so you are so cruel and ruthless."
"Old devil?"
Zhou Yi looked at the gray hair and nodded slightly: "The nickname is not bad, it is quite impressive, and the comrades in the world are praising it!"
The prisoner said coldly: "You are like a turtle, hiding in Shenjing and not going out, otherwise you would have been beaten to death!"
"Maybe they have been to Shenjing, but no one knows about it."
Zhou Yi's small courtyard in Shenjing has been very lively in the past two years. The jujube trees in the courtyard are growing vigorously, and the jujubes produced are praised by colleagues as sweet and delicious.
Perhaps the masters of martial arts have succeeded in forging their bodies, and their flesh and blood contain special energy, so the dates they grow are extraordinary.
Zhou Yi planned to plant another grape and asked his colleagues to taste it.
"I don't believe it anymore. I will try your torture today."
The prisoner said proudly: "When I committed a murder in the temple, eighteen monks broke all the torture sticks. I survived the same, uncle!"
"It turns out that he is an eminent disciple of Buddhism. He is disrespectful and disrespectful."
Zhou Yi put away the dishes and chopsticks, placed his palms on the prisoner's Dantian, and used the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique.
The thick inner Qi flowed out of the prisoner's body like water from a gate, and in just a moment, it swallowed up the prisoner's Dantian Qi.
"What are you..."
The prisoner's bald head had veins pulsing, his eyes widened and he said in disbelief: "Swallowing the sky... magic power?"
"You actually know?"
Zhou Yi didn't wait for the prisoner to speak, and slapped him on the head. The inner energy came out of his body and turned his brain into tofu.
"The more you know, the greater your curiosity and the more dangerous you are!"
…
At the beginning of the twelfth year of Hongchang.
General Li Wu defeated the enemy's main force at Shepan Mountain, killing 200,000 in formation, and captured the third prince of Dayong alive.
Then he chased and defeated the defeated troops for 1,200 miles, and completely recovered the old land of Fengyang Kingdom.
When the good news reached Shenjing, the people cheered and the officials in the court were silent.
In the autumn of the same year.
Li Wu led his army into the territory of Dayong, defeated twelve cities in a row, and reached Zhenhun Pass, a natural danger in the southern border of Dayong.
The guard general of Zhenhun Pass allowed Li Wu to call the formation and was unable to retreat. The Yong court sent envoys to sue for peace.
…
The changes in the external world have nothing to do with the Book of Changes.
In the courtyard.
Zhou Yi sat cross-legged under the grape trellis, silently operating the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique.
The inner Qi surges like a river, flowing in the meridians, and there is a faint roar of the waves crashing on the shore.
"In seven years, I have devoured the inner energy of more than ninety martial arts masters... Now, I have finally reached the five-hundred-year limit!"
Zhou Yi asked for a holiday from the prisoner and devoted himself to seclusion at home until he broke through the innate realm.
"According to the description of the magic power, the inner energy has reached more than five hundred years. It only needs to continue to circulate until you can use your own power to move the world and realize the realm of the innate master!"
The internal energy circulates continuously along the meridians and circulates for more than a dozen days.
Zhou Yi only felt that the meridians had reached their load-bearing limit, and some subtle meridians had cracks, and they still could not sense the innate realm.
"snort!"
Zhou Yi couldn't help but groan in pain. The pain of the cracks in his meridians was no worse than Ling Chi's torture.
At this time, if you continue to use the magic power, you may break through your innate ability, or your meridians may be severed and you may become a disabled person, or even worse, you may die directly.
"Ordinary people may grit their teeth and persevere, striving for destiny to break through the innateness. I... will try again tomorrow!"
then.
Zhou Yi stopped exercising, stood up, made a pot of good tea, and read Taoist scriptures in his hands.
Concentrate your mind and calm your restlessness.
The next day.
Zhou Yi once again ran the magic power, a few more times than yesterday, and reached the limit of the meridians again.
"It seems that my talent is really lacking."
"Ordinary people with low talent, seeing the passage of year after year, will either become disheartened and ignore everyone, or they will try desperately to make a breakthrough. After all, life waits for no one."
"Fortunately, I have the Taoist Fruit of Immortality. No matter what bottlenecks or shackles I have, I can't help but be tempered by time."
"Only me, even though the world has changed, it remains the same!"
Zhou Yi stopped his exercise and took out a Buddhist scripture to read.
Except for the Buddhist scriptures' meanings such as endurance, other explanations such as cause and effect and karma were quite agreeable to Zhouyi.
Autumn passes and spring comes, time flies.
Half a year passed in the blink of an eye.
At first, some people in Tianlao asked why Lao Zhou hadn't come back yet, but later they got used to it.
This day.
Zhou Yi was burning incense and chanting sutras, when he suddenly felt something mysterious in his heart, and the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique was running on its own in his body.
After running for dozens of days, the meridians still feel no swelling or pain.
At this time, wisps of cool air flowed into Zhou Yi's body from the outside world, like ice threads and drizzle, moistening things silently.
"Is this the spiritual energy of heaven and earth?"
Zhou Yi closed his eyes and sensed that there was a faint mysterious energy between heaven and earth divided into five colors. If there was any, it was extremely thin.
As the majestic inner energy circulates, the five colors of spiritual energy are integrated into the body and integrated into the inner energy. The inner energy is loose like a cloud, and as the spiritual energy merges, it gradually condenses into substance.
Five hundred years of majestic inner air compressed and changed, turning into a trickle.
"Is this the Xiantian True Yuan? The quantity is reduced by ten times, but the quality is increased by a hundred times!"
Zhou Yi circulated his true energy, and it came out from his fingertips, condensed into an air sword visible to the naked eye, and swung it towards the stone slabs on the ground with his hand.
brush!
Silently, the Qi Sword cut the stone slab into two pieces.
"If you hurt someone with internal energy, the power will be greatly reduced after three or four feet. If you are away from a distance of one foot, the internal energy will dissipate on its own. True Qi is different. Even if it is two to three feet away, it can condense without dissipating and the power will not be reduced."
"Such a killing method, in the eyes of ordinary people, is almost like an immortal!"
"No wonder there is a legend in the world that all those under the innate master are ants!"
Zhouyi circulates the innate true essence, and after one Zhoutian, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that flows into the body is almost undetectable.
"With such a speed of cultivation, does it take hundreds of years to achieve innate perfection?"
"The reason for such slowness must be more than just poor qualifications. Neither the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique nor the Guiyuan Jue can be practiced after innateness."
"Second, in the ordinary world, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is extremely thin, and the intake is naturally slow. Third, relying solely on self-cultivation, without aids such as pills..."
Zhou Yi thought carefully and listed several reasons for the slow pace of practice.
"However, I still have to cultivate in the ordinary world. Even if it takes hundreds of years, until one day I really make no progress, it will not be too late to go to the immortal world."
"The world of cultivating immortals is different from the ordinary world. It is too difficult to hide and there are too many ways to harm people. It is difficult to practice as purely as now."
On the contrary, Zhou Yi believed that the secular spiritual energy was extremely thin, which was a kind of protection for him.
"Moreover, it seems that there are no immortal cultivation techniques..."
Zhou Yi suddenly recalled that the nameless formula taught by Wei Chang back then was to sense the energy of heaven and earth and to strengthen the body through exercises.
At that time, he could not get started no matter what, but now Zhou Yi has been promoted to Xiantian and can sense the aura of heaven and earth.
"...Ning your heart naturally, breathe slowly, gather the divine light, and reach the heart of heaven..."
Zhou Yi recited the formula silently, and the true energy in his body circulated on its own, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered at a speed several times faster than before.
The spiritual energy refined by the nameless formula does not increase the innate true energy, but blends into the muscles, bones, viscera, limbs and bones. The martial arts training that originally entered the viscera realm has grown visibly to the naked eye.
"This mantra is not a cultivation method, it should be a legendary body-refining technique!"
"So, can I practice another Henglian Xiantian?"
Zhou Yi had a smile on his face. Whether he was practicing martial arts or cultivating immortality, it was all to protect the Taoist Fruit of Immortality. As long as you can increase your strength, you will not hesitate to spend time cultivating. There is no difference between a hundred years and a thousand years.
"It's time to go on duty tomorrow!"
…
Heavenly prison.
Zhou Yi greeted the bridge on duty.
"Old Feng, long time no see."
"Eh?"
Feng Qiao was reminiscing about the girl Lianxiang from Chunfeng Tower. The courtesan eight years ago was unavailable to wealthy businessmen for spending a lot of money, but now she only has five taels of silver.
"Old Zhou, are you not dead?"
"..."
Zhou Yi asked: "Who said I was dead?"
"There is a rumor in the prison that you always like to torture martial arts masters, and you have killed so many people. There are many enemies outside, who were attacked and killed in revenge, and not even the bones were left intact!"
Feng Qiao explained: "Zhu Lieutenant also sent people to your house. No one answered the door, so everyone believed it."
"I hid outside for a while and I'm fine now."
Before Zhou Yi went into seclusion, he prepared a large amount of food, locked the door, drank tea, read and meditated on his mood every day, and did not bother to pay attention to anyone who knocked on the door.
During this period, there were indeed thieves admitted to the hospital, perhaps enemies or thieves, but no one could withstand Zhou Yi's palm.
A punch with five hundred years of skill, who can stop it!
