Zhou Yi was absent from work until news of his death spread, and no one had any trouble getting back on the job.
A brief demonstration of Fan's ability to break a knife with two fingers attracted applause from the jailers.
Liu Siyu praised: "Lao Zhou is a nostalgic person. Xiao Yu doesn't have to escort Xiao Yu. He can just deliver meals with Lao Zhou."
Xiao Yu's name is Yu Jie. He is a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. He has not been tainted by the gloomy atmosphere of Tianlao for several months. Just like when Zhou Yi first came to Tianlao, he stood obediently behind the jailers and spoke little.
Zhou Yi smiled: "I have been in Tianlao for a long time, and I am used to the smell here."
"In the evening at Chunfeng Tower, I will catch the wind and wash away the dust for Lao Zhou."
Lieutenant Zhu put his arms around Zhou Yi's shoulders and whispered: "The prison has not been peaceful these days. People always see ghosts at night. Old Zhou, you are a great master now. Keep an eye out!"
"I can spare it."
Zhou Yi was cautious before, but now that he has been promoted to Xiantian Grandmaster, he can be a little more relaxed.
Nothing happened on duty for a day.
Night falls.
The jailer from the Heavenly Prison changed his clothes, and the two of them went straight to Chunfeng Tower.
Zhou Yi asked: "Old Feng, I heard you say that I have a fierce wife at home, but now she is also cool?"
"Lao Zhou still doesn't know?"
Lieutenant Zhu winked and said, "This guy bought a pair of twins at Yahang and secretly raised them in Shenjing. I don't know who told him about it. The wife from the county town came to find her and made a big fuss..."
"Originally, I thought that the woman had some money at home, so I tolerated it a little."
Feng Qiao said in embarrassment: "Now that money is nothing, I found an excuse to divorce him!"
The salary in Tianlao is ten times or a hundred times higher than that in Wannian County Prison. If you take the opportunity to escort an exiled prisoner, you can make more money than in County Prison in several years.
Zhou Yi did not persuade his wife not to abandon him, and the exchange of shallow words and deep conversations aroused resentment in vain. Seeing the colleagues beside him smiling on the surface but with contempt in their eyes, he knew that Feng Qiao would not be easy in the future.
Who dares to work with someone who divorces his wife after becoming successful?
"How about twins?"
"Young and very moist!"
Feng Qiao is not blind, so he can certainly see the contempt of his colleagues, but so what, as long as he doesn't care about face and future, it really won't affect anything.
After not coming for half a year, Chunfeng Tower changed its oiran again.
When the old bustard saw Zhou Yi, he immediately smiled and said, "Master Zhou, you haven't been here for a while."
An old guest for twenty-one years, although Zhou Yi does not compete for courtesans and does not give rewards at will, the money he has spent in Chunfeng Tower over the years is enough to buy a house in Shenjing.
These loyal customers are the foundation for Chunfeng Tower to remain standing all year round!
Zhou Yi smiled and said: "Where can I sing today?"
“Of course it’s what Mr. Zhou loves to hear the most!”
The madam called the waiter to give some instructions, then took off the stage to sing half of the song and replaced it with Zui Chunfeng.
The new oiran is a woman with a broad mind, her red lips are slightly open, and she sings softly in the drunken spring breeze: "... push the man gently, it hurts... arms around each other, move..."
Private room on the second floor.
Zhou Yi and Zhu Xiaowei took the lead, and other colleagues sat on the left and right.
The waiter served the dishes without any instructions, all of which Zhou Yi often ordered, and the wine was fifty-year-old pear blossom white.
"Master Zhou, you can eat and drink as much as you want today, no need to pay."
The madam said a few more witty words, which made all the jailers laugh, and then Shi Shiran left.
Lieutenant Zhu said: "When you come to Chunfeng Tower, you have to call Lao Zhou. We come here by ourselves. Every time we are seated in the lobby, we have never enjoyed such attentive and thoughtful care!"
"Master Zhu can enjoy the treatment even if he spends ten thousand taels of silver here."
Zhou Yi's rough calculation showed that the annual expenditure was at least a few hundred taels, and it would have exceeded 10,000 taels in twenty years.
"..."
Lieutenant Zhu murmured: "Old Zhou, how about you learn from Old Feng and buy a few to take home and raise? You won't be able to use so much money in your lifetime!"
Colleagues also looked at each other. No matter how rich Tianlao was, they couldn't make money like this.
Chunfeng Pavilion has ten thousand taels, but the martial arts training is only a little more. The training soup often contains medicinal materials that are hundreds of years old, and there are priceless treasures in the market. Plus other expenses, it is simply difficult to calculate.
What's more, Zhou Yi only delivers meals and never escorts prisoners. Where did he get so much money?
"There are many friends in the world, and there are always people who come to give money. It's the kind of thing that won't work even if you don't accept it."
Zhou Yi didn't make much money in Tianlao, but in recent years, many prisoners were so frightened when they saw him carrying wine and meat in, that they promised gold and silver to beg for their lives, but they never went to take it.
The money shared in the prison was only the extra meal money for the prisoners, and excluding the money for colleagues and superior officers, it was far from enough to spend in Chunfeng Tower.
"I see!"
The jailers suddenly remembered that the old-looking Zhou Yi was a strong man in martial arts.
A first-rate master in the Zang-Refining Realm, Jin Yiwei can directly raise a small flag, and he can also make a big name in the world of martial arts, such as the Feihong Swordsman who dominates Yuzhou, and the Mobei Twin Bears who are powerful in the northwest.
Lieutenant Zhu said: "From now on, the prisoner's extra meal money will all go to Lao Zhou. You can discuss how much you want to share with me."
"Thank you, Master Zhu."
Zhou Yi did not explain that the bulk of his income was actually from thieves who broke into private houses.
At first they were just petty thieves, but later they were nicknamed the old demons of the Blood Prison. Some of them avenged their relatives and friends, and some were young heroes who subdued demons and left many jade pendants and silver coins on their bodies.
Zhou Yi was too lazy to distinguish between good and bad. Once he entered the arena, he was prepared to die.
The soil in the yard was three feet high. Zhou Yi would not be surprised if a zombie emerged one day.
"What major events have happened in Shenjing in the past six months?"
"Hey, Lao Zhou, you missed the big show!"
Lieutenant Zhu smiled and said: "A few days ago, when the general returned to the court with his troops, thousands of people gathered in Shenjing to watch. Your Majesty, in front of the Yong envoy, beheaded the prince and presented it to the Ancestral Temple."
"Then why are you negotiating for peace again?"
After Zhouyi came out of seclusion, he heard a few words, which seemed to be about negotiating peace with Dayong and returning the five cities.
"The war is fierce and dangerous. No one can guarantee victory all the time. It is better to give up when the situation is favorable."
Colonel Zhu's voice changed: "Anyway, the great men in the court, for this reason, the Ministry of War issued nine military orders to recall General Li from Northern Xinjiang!"
Zhou Yi shook his head slightly: "Master Zhu, do you think General Li can continue to win?"
Lieutenant Zhu affirmed: "Of course we can! General Li is a famous general who appears only once in a thousand years. He has never been defeated since he defeated Long Ni."
Zhou Yi looked at his colleagues and asked, "Do you think so too?"
"Is there something wrong?"
"General Li knew people well and promoted several generals who had no ambitions. Now they are all powerful generals."
"General Li is still an innate master. It is possible to kill someone in the formation of ten thousand soldiers, even if Dayong is destroyed!"
Colleagues responded one after another and thought that what Colonel Zhu said was reasonable.
"Then let me ask you..."
Zhou Yi said quietly: "How old is your Majesty now?"
Zhu Xiaowei silently calculated in his heart that the late emperor was twelve years old when he ascended the throne. It was forty-six years after the Chongming Dynasty and twelve years after he ascended the throne. He is already seventy-two years old this year.
Although the emperor enjoyed all the glory and wealth, it was not easy for people like Emperor Chongming to live to the age of seventy, except for those who were pure-hearted and ignored government affairs.
Emperor Hongchang is old!
Although the jailers were at the lowest level among the officials and could not even be rated as high-ranking, they guarded the prisoners on weekdays and heard about the struggles in the imperial court, so they understood the dangers involved.
Zhou Yi asked: "General Li regained lost territory, defeated the enemy, and expanded the territory. What reward can be given for such extraordinary achievements?"
Immediately a colleague replied: "Given nine tins and a fake yellow axe, you will not be able to enter the court, you will not be praised and worshiped, and you will be granted the title of Duke of the town!"
"Cough cough cough!"
Captain Zhu coughed twice, abruptly interrupted the conversation, and shouted to the waiter beside him.
"Call the girls over here. How can we drink when we come to Chunfeng Tower?"
The topic suddenly reached this point, and the originally lively Chunfeng Tower suddenly lost its meaning.
After a few more rounds of drinks, they dispersed and went home.
…
Prison No. 9.
Zhouyi sat cross-legged in the inner room, practicing the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Kung Fu internally, and practicing the useless formulas externally.
The spiritual energy in the Heavenly Prison is gloomy and cold. It gathers in the meridians and is refined. It becomes increasingly cold and cold, which is incompatible with the warm true energy in the Dantian.
"Practice also requires some relaxation. Let's take a break for the next few days and first find out the little thief in the heavenly prison."
Zhou Yi was lying on the bed, his ears pressed against the masonry bed, and his innate true energy was running along the meridians.
All of a sudden.
Snoring, grunting, scolding, footsteps, drinking, jailers drinking and guessing, snakes and rats scurrying around, noisy and chirping, all kinds of sounds mixed together, like countless ants crawling in the ears.
The art of earth hearing!
An unknown tomb robber changed this method into a roasted chicken before he died.
Grave robbers can knock on the ground and then use the art of earth hearing to determine whether there is space several feet underground, and then use other methods to guess whether it is a tomb or a cave.
Zhouyi used the innate realm to perform, and the entire Tianlao was within the scope of monitoring.
By distinguishing and distinguishing, useless sounds are blocked.
No matter how brilliant the Qing Gong is in the world, there will still be wind noise and vibrations when moving around. If you are not proficient in Qing Gong, it will be difficult to distinguish it from the noisy and chaotic sounds.
Zhou Yi learned Qinggong from various schools from many prisoners.
There is a famous thief in the world, and there is a thief who sneaks around the walls. It can be said that he has learned from everyone's strengths.
As long as someone in the prison performs Qing Gong, he cannot escape the Earth Listening Technique.
The first half of the night was uneventful.
Dawn.
The jailer on duty was so tired that he fell asleep on the table or found a corner to rest.
Amidst the howling of the night wind, a shadow entered the prison.
The jailer on duty at the door looked up in a daze and saw no one. He continued to lean against the wall and feel sleepy.
The oil lamp in the cell corridor flickered on and off, and the shadow was reflected on the wall, swaying with the light, like a struggling ghost.
The shadows reach into the depths of the prison as if entering an uninhabited land.
Prison No. 2.
It was empty and no prisoners were staying. Shadow used the key to open the iron lock and went in by a familiar door.
The shadow looked around, not missing any crack.
Click!
The iron door automatically moved without wind, locking the shadow in the cell.
"who?"
A clear exclamation came from the shadows, and he subconsciously opened the cell door, only to see a sword energy stabbing him like a substance.
brush!
The sword energy slashed at the prison door, and the stainless steel fence broke in response.
"Senior, spare your life!"
The shadow was so frightened that it stepped back again and again, and the gray-black mist covering the whole body quickly receded, revealing the appearance of the person inside.
"Jiejiejiejie..."
A series of signature devilish smiles and an old, rich voice rang directly in Yu Jie's ears.
"Boy, what are you doing in Tianlao?"
The sound was eerie and traceless, and the direction of its source could not be discerned.
Yu Jie's forehead was dripping with sweat, and he kept bowing and saluting around him, thinking that he had encountered an old monster that never existed before.
"The grandson of my junior, Yu Shitou, comes to Tianlao to receive the inheritance from his ancestors. There is absolutely no intention of any offense!"
