The sky is slightly bright.
There are already many breakfast stalls on the street.
Zhou Yi ate from beginning to end, the food entered his stomach, and the magic power was refined into nothingness.
"This salted tofu puff is good, let's have another bowl!"
When I meet neighbors on the way to eat, I greet them with a smile. The young ones call them aunties and the old ones call them aunties.
The neighbor asked in confusion: "Who is this handsome young man?"
"My master is Zhou Yi. Before he died, he asked me to come to Beijing to make a living."
Zhou Yi, who was in his twenties at this time, was 70% or 80% similar to his real appearance. He had been nourished by spiritual energy over the years, and his appearance was already quite outstanding in the eyes of ordinary people.
If compared with Lao Bai, Zhou Yi would comfort himself by saying that temperament is more important than appearance.
"Mr. Zhou's apprentice!"
The neighbor's uncle was dubious: "You lived in that yard last night?"
Zhou Yi was regarded as a capable person in the eyes of the people nearby. He usually spoke in a gentle and gentle manner. If any trouble happened to his neighbors, he could just talk to the Yamen and it would be solved. He was quite prestigious.
"Well, the master has set up a mechanism in front of the courtyard. For ordinary people to go in..."
Zhou Yi gestured with his neck: "When I was dismantling the mechanism last night, I made a noise and accidentally disturbed the uncle."
"I see, it doesn't matter."
The uncle smiled and said: "I'm just saying, Mr. Zhou is such a talented person, how can his home be haunted!"
Others happily responded. Those who still haven't moved out since the incident started are mostly because their families don't have enough money.
Now that the rumor has been dispelled, let alone stability, the falling house prices will rise again.
It's approaching noon.
When Zhou Yi came to Tianlao, the guards on duty did not recognize him, but everyone recognized the silver.
"Liu Siyu?"
The jailer recalled: "Master Liu has been promoted to a high position and is now the Minister of the Ministry of Justice. If you want to find him, you should go to the Yamen of the Ministry of Justice."
At this time.
An old jailer came out of the prison, escorting a prisoner in prison uniform.
Zhou Yi's eyes lit up and he stepped forward to greet him: "But Mr. Feng?"
Feng Qiao had been a jailer for most of his life. This was the first time someone addressed him as "sir." He immediately felt at ease and imitated the nasal accent of the jailer.
"Well, who are you? What are you doing in Tianlao?"
"Master Feng, before my master Zhou Yi died, he directed me to find a job in Tianlao. The master once told me that Master Feng had a majestic life and a mole on his forehead."
Zhou Yi took out the recommendation letter from his arms and wrote it himself. The handwriting on it was naturally unmistakable.
"Lao Zhou...'s apprentice?"
Feng Qiao looked carefully and found that there were 40-50 similarities with the appearance in his memory: "Old Zhou has a sharp nature, and Chunfeng Tower is like home. You are not his son, are you?"
"My hometown is in Yizhou, and I became a refugee during the war."
Zhou Yi said: "I almost starved to death in Xuanzhou. Fortunately, I met my master. He said that I was quite talented in martial arts, so he accepted me as his disciple."
No one can verify this origin. Yizhou was included in Fengyang Kingdom for only five or six years. Before the people under its rule were completely sorted out, Dayong recaptured it.
"Really?"
Feng Qiao looked suspicious, but he was not embarrassed: "I will take you to find Captain Lu. He has a very good relationship with your master. He should be able to arrange an errand."
After a while.
Lieutenant Lu asked, "Are you really not Lao Zhou's son?"
Zhou Yi had no choice but to deny it repeatedly.
"Why isn't Lao Zhou there?"
Lieutenant Lu said: "His strength back then was said to be at the top in Beijing. Don't all martial arts masters live a long time?"
Zhou Yi looked sad and said: "Master forcibly cleansed the marrow five years ago. After the failure, the blood energy damaged the marrow. It took four years and he couldn't get over it."
In front of the martial arts training, the skin, muscles and bones, and internal organs need to be polished over time. For those who are talented in martial arts and decoctions, there are basically no big bottlenecks.
Only the marrow cleansing is different. The blood soaks deep into the bones and cleanses the marrow, which is ten times weaker than the organs. If you are not careful, you will be severely injured.
It's not that those old masters of Zang refining in the martial arts world don't know how to cleanse the marrow, most of them don't dare to go any further.
There is no shortage of wealth and honor in the Zang Refining Realm, but they no longer have the courage to risk their lives to fight!
"The earthen jar will not be broken without leaving the well. A wise man like Lao Zhou has been cautious all his life, but why can't he think about it when he is old?"
Lieutenant Lu sighed, checked the recommendation letter, nodded and said: "Since you are Lao Zhou's apprentice, you should arrange an errand. What are your plans?"
"Send food."
Zhou Yi said: "Master told me that if you give food, you will live longer."
"Ha ha!"
Lieutenant Lu put his hands on his hands and smiled and said: "This must be what Lao Zhou said. Zhou Li, well, I will call you Xiao Zhou from now on. From now on, you will be responsible for delivering meals during the day."
"Thank you, Mr. Lu."
Zhou Yi knew that trust was hard to come by in a short period of time. Spies often sneaked into the prison and tried to secretly rescue a prisoner.
This problem is not difficult to solve. All you need to do is stay in prison for ten or twenty years, and by then no one will doubt you.
Time will heal everything!
Lieutenant Lu said: "How much have you learned from your master's method of interrogating prisoners?"
"Master praises me for being better than my master."
Zhou Yi confidently said: "But Mr. Lu encounters a difficult prisoner? As long as you leave it to me, even a strong man can't survive it for at least one day."
"There is indeed one."
Lieutenant Lu said: "We caught a bandit a few days ago. We have been interrogating him for several days, but we still can't figure out where his den is."
Zhou Yi looked confused at the right time: "There are also bandits near Shenjing?"
As you live longer and experience more, your acting skills will naturally improve, and it's easy to pretend to be a fledgling boy who doesn't know the world.
"There are people who don't have enough to eat, so of course there are bandits everywhere."
Seeing this, Lieutenant Lu became a little more suspicious: "It's just that they are not discerning. They just robbed an ordinary merchant. A few days ago, they robbed the goods of the Minister of Rites' family. The superiors strictly ordered to destroy them!"
"A mere bandit, easy to interrogate!"
Half an hour later.
Zhou Yi pried open the mouth of the bandit, and found that the base camp of the mountain village was at the southern foot of Wanshou Mountain.
The bandits and the imperial guards stationed at Wanshou Mountain were secretly colluding with each other. Whenever officers and soldiers came to investigate, the imperial guards would cover the tracks of the bandits, so that they could be suppressed repeatedly.
The bandits are responsible for plundering commercial goods, and the imperial guards are responsible for selling the stolen goods and dividing the money!
"Xiao Zhou, good job!"
Lieutenant Lu's eyes shone: "This is a great achievement, we can also show our face to His Majesty!"
The bandits, the imperial guards, and the Minister of Rites, all combined, can't compare to the southern foot of Longevity Mountain.
The Fengyang Emperor's Mausoleum has turned out to be a hiding place for bandits. To put it more unpleasantly, could it have taken over the dragon spirit of the Zhao family?
"Congratulations, Mr. Lu."
Zhou Yi expressed a slight shock, but there was no disturbance in his heart. He had been in Tianlao for forty years and had seen even more bizarre cases.
Zhou Yi had also seen the appearance of the Imperial Guards. They could be said to be a group of poor people that the world had forgotten.
Only when the emperor was buried, he could eat a few meals of meat and vegetables, and he made a living by farming in the mountains.
Nowadays, I can’t afford to eat, so I’m thinking about making money through side hustle, which is understandable!
"When did I become so cold-blooded?"
Zhou Yi touched his face, shook his head slightly, and congratulated Captain Lu with a smile.
In the follow-up matter, the Ministry of Justice and the Ministry of War went to handle the case and catch the thieves. Zhou Yi made great achievements as soon as he was imprisoned and easily established a foothold.
The jailers in the prison had a good attitude towards "Zhou Li". After all, they had a lot of respect for his master back then.
For example, Chunfenglou Listening to Music has always been about the Book of Changes.
