Chapter 38: Not seeking glory

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The jujube trees are covered with green shade, and the grapevines cover half of the yard.

Zhou Yi pushed the door open and walked in, frowning slightly.

The smell in the courtyard is mixed and chaotic. More than one person has been here, and the smell has not dissipated for a long time. After checking some secret marks and arrangements, I found that the person who came here was quite disciplined and did not flip them randomly.

This is the true evildoer!

"Every time the imperial power changes, Shenjing will be troubled."

Zhou Yi casts the Cleansing Talisman and is instantly clean and tidy.

Then I went to Yahang and hired two wet nurses to live in the west wing of the small courtyard and take care of Chen Yaer's daily life.

"Where can I find a good family..."

Zhou Yi thought about it carefully and found that most of the colleagues he interacted with were not good people. Then he followed this line of thinking to reflect on himself and suddenly realized.

"It turns out that in the eyes of ordinary people, I am a greedy jailer, a cruel official, and a cold-blooded devil!"

The villain is myself!

Night falls.

Zhou Yi drank tea and chanted sutras in the courtyard until the moon was at the top of the sky.

A figure flew across the sky, white clothes flying in the wind, spinning in circles and falling into the courtyard.

Zhou Yi clicked his tongue and said, "I've been waiting for half a night, but I didn't expect it to be you."

"How did you know anyone was coming?"

The person who came was none other than Lao Bai, holding a wine jar in his hand and sitting opposite him minding his own business.

"It's just a guess."

Zhou Yi said truthfully. He didn't know how to do divination. He just felt that the commander of the imperial army was too enthusiastic during the day, and there were many people in the house investigating.

"Three hundred years of pear blossoms are white. Thanks to my old father-in-law's reputation, he sold me a jar."

Lao Bai opened the wine jar, and the fragrance filled the courtyard: "Guess again, Lao Zhou, what do I want you to do?"

Zhou Yi poured a bowl. It was as clear as spring water and as thick as amber. He drank it in one gulp and felt happy.

"I can't guess! But if there's a good thing, go there. If there's a bad thing, just drink the wine for free."

"I have never seen anyone so shameless!"

Since Lao Bai learned this sentence, it has almost become a mantra: "My old father-in-law, the Prince of Dongyang County, please go to the house to make offerings, commonly known as looking after the house and protecting the courtyard."

Zhou Yi frowned slightly: "This is Shenjing, not Northern Xinjiang. Does the dignified county and prince's palace need to recruit guards?"

"In the past few months since you have been traveling, drastic changes have taken place in Beijing..."

General Lao Bai recounted the true and false news about the death of Emperor Hongchang, which was kept secret, the King of Qin Zhao Yuan breaking into the palace late at night, the death of Concubine Sun and the sixth prince, and so on.

Zhou Yi asked: "His Majesty really killed his mother, concubine and younger brother in front of the remains of the late emperor?"

Lao Bai nodded and said: "It's groundless, and it's most likely true."

Zhou Yi said: "So the Shenjing is unstable, and the Dongyang County King is recruiting the nursing home. Is he afraid that trouble will happen and his family will be affected?"

"My father-in-law wants more than just stability!"

Lao Bai took a sip of wine, waved his hand and said, "I'm here just to handle the errands. It doesn't matter whether you agree or not. If you want to be rich and powerful, you can go to the county prince's palace."

"Glory! Wealth!"

When Zhou Yi heard these two words, what appeared in front of his eyes was not gold and silver jewelry, but bloody corpses.

Lao Bai reminded: "Lao Zhou, my wife and I will go to Jiangnan in a few days. How about you go with the boat?"

"I have something to do in Shenjing, so I won't go to Jiangnan for the time being."

Zhou Yi pondered for a moment and said: "But there is someone who needs to be entrusted to you..."

Then he told Chen Ya'er's identity, without mentioning the ghosts in Chenjiagou. He only said that he rescued the only orphan when the defeated army slaughtered the people.

According to what Lao Bai said, now all the governments in Shenjing are wooing experts, either to protect themselves or to protect themselves, or have some agenda, so Chen Ya'er has become a weak spot in Zhouyi.

If someone really kidnapped him, Zhou Yi would not give in, but chose to avenge Chen Yaer!

Lao Bai was filled with indignation when he heard this, and promised: "Don't worry, Lao Zhou, that boy of mine is also going to Jiangnan, and he will be with Chen Ya'er."

"Huh? Why did I forget you?"

Zhou Yi's eyes lit up: "Why don't you raise Chen Ya'er in your home and make her a godfather or something, so that you can have both children."

Lao Bai originally had a free and unrestrained temperament, and relied on his Qinggong skills to cause trouble in the world. He was not a good person to be entrusted to. However, marriage and family can really change a man. Since his wedding to Princess Rongchang, Lao Bai has become a good husband who is steady and caring for his family.

Lao Bai was shocked when he heard this. He failed to win over Zhou Yi, but he brought back a goddaughter?

Zhou Yi thought that Lao Bai was afraid of his daughter-in-law, so he promised: "You can tell Princess Rongchang directly that Chen Ya'er is the granddaughter of the Xiantian Grand Master. She only needs to be raised for twenty years, and your family will be safe during this period!"

"What about twenty years from now?"

Lao Bai was very moved. He had thought about asking Zhou Yi to protect his family before, but he was always embarrassed to say so.

Even though he knew that Zhou Yi would definitely agree, Lao Bai did not want to embarrass his friend.

Zhou Yi said slowly: "Twenty years later, Chen Ya'er will no longer need anyone else's protection."

"Don't worry, Lao Zhou, I will definitely take care of you as your own daughter."

Lao Bai suddenly changed his voice and said with a shy face: "If... I mean if, Chen Ya'er and my boy are in love, is it okay?"

Zhou Yi said angrily.

"Shameless fellow!"



The next day.

Heavenly prison.

After Zhou Yi nodded, he chatted with his colleagues about what he had seen on the road and shared the local specialties bought in Shenjing.

We made an appointment to go to Chunfeng Tower in the evening, and the slight feeling of strangeness disappeared immediately.

In ancient times, there was listening to music on the hook, but now there is foot washing and massage, which is really a powerful tool to bring colleagues closer.

When Zhou Yi returned to his private room, the tea had not yet boiled.

The new Captain Lu knocked on the door and came in, carrying a bag of tea: "Lao Zhou, can you try the Biluochun from Taichuan Mountain?"

"No reward for no merit, Mr. Lu, do you have something to give?"

Zhou Yi can drink Lao Bai's wine for nothing, but he cannot easily take Lu Xiaowei's tea. The former is a good friend and harms his friends, while the latter is no more than a colleague.

"Old Zhou, are you willing to stay in the prison for the rest of your life?"

Lieutenant Lu said: "With your skills, you are enough to serve as a minister in the palace. If you follow the right person, you may not be able to honor your ancestors and enjoy glory and wealth."

"What's wrong with the prison?"

Zhou Yi smiled and said: "My great-grandfather was a jailer in the Heavenly Prison, and so was my grandfather. Later, it was passed down to my father. I can't betray my ancestors!"

"..."

The imperial court has always promoted benevolence and filial piety, Zhou Yi even moved his ancestors out, and Captain Lu immediately had nothing to say.

Zhou Yi said: "We don't seek glory, we just want a stable life. Lord Lu, please take this tea leaf back."

Lieutenant Lu waved his hand and said: "Old Zhou, Mo Hanchan, we, this Biluochun is just for you to drink. From now on, we will be colleagues. If anything happens, I need Old Zhou to help me!"

"That would be disrespectful."

Zhou Yi said with a smile: "Master Lu, wait a moment, we will taste this tea today!"

"Don't call me sir anymore. We are about the same age, so just call me Lao Lu."

"Haha, Lao Lu!"

After a while.

The strong fragrance of tea spreads, making people intoxicated.

Zhou Yi drank tea and chanted sutras during his free time on weekdays. Over the past twenty years, he had mastered the art of tea ceremony.

In a few hundred years, Zhouyi would have become a refined scholar who was thoroughly familiar with the three teachings of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, and was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, wine, and tea.

Only the way of poetry can't be achieved without talent.

A few days later.

Many times, people came to his home or came to Tianlao, promising various benefits, ranging from glory and wealth to generals and marquises. Zhou Yi declined them one by one.

In the eyes of those big shots, such behavior is just arrogance!

So they sent experts to climb over the wall and transfer ownership at night in an attempt to teach them a lesson, but they all fled back with bruises and swollen faces.

Zhou Yi only revealed his physical training skills. After tempering the true energy and accumulating mana, he has reached the limit of internal refining. The next step is to cleanse the marrow at the peak of horizontal refining.

In the Marrow Cleansing Realm, there is the power of thousands of armies to attack the enemy!

Especially in Shenjing City, once a small-scale war breaks out, a marrow cleansing expert will be even more valuable.

After the news spread, more people came to win over.

It wasn't until Zhou Yi was ruthless that he killed a few flies and then spoke to the outside world.

"If you don't seek glory, don't admire power, you'd rather die of old age in a prison!"

In this way, it becomes pure.