Opportunities and risks appear at the same time.

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 always feels 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 criminals and made money than a destiny-destined protagonist.

"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 layout of the cell 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 and had been broken into countless pieces. All ten fingers were cut off, leaving only the bare palms.

"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, and continued to drink as if nothing had happened, and asked via voice transmission.

"Who are you? Are you here to save Pindao?"

"no."

Zhouyi telegraphed his thoughts and 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. 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 said 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.

Ten or twenty oirans were introduced from Goulan, and they took turns to display their talents, playing music, chess, dancing, calligraphy, painting, and poetry. Two or three were eliminated every ten days, and the final remaining oiran was the oiran.

After this round of selection, you can make more money than the Qinghuan.

In order to support the beauty, the wealthy businessmen poured out money without blinking an eye, singing countless red ribbons.

"Miss Nongyu, your piano skills are unparalleled! Reward!"

The fat man, wearing 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, so 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 an honorable official, scholars immediately came to his aid, and the crowd became furious.

Seeing the dispute getting more and more intense, the madam laughed so hard that she couldn't open her eyes.

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.

If you get angry like this, you can earn tens of thousands of taels of silver at least!

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 Qing Dynasty. 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 had heard in their previous life, and the two girls, who had a low sense of humor, would giggle and chuckle.

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 make a person look old by using a disguise technique, but it is extremely difficult to make a person look old by making a person look old.

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, pinched the madam's neck and scolded 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, someone had already arrived, and the sword 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 no sound.

The madam was so frightened that she turned pale and trembled. The swordsman was the servant of the master behind the scenes. He was a man of steel and iron. He couldn't even 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 there were people talking about it the day after King Cangtian 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 broke through the Xiantian Grandmaster in just ten years. When Cuofei met the Grand Marshal Li Wu, no one in Fengyang Kingdom could control him, and he could at least secure half of the country!

Rumors spread extremely quickly, and someone was obviously adding fuel to the flames.

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 slightly, opened his mouth and ate the grapes that the girl had peeled.

…

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.
To be continued...