Opportunities and risks arise at the same time.

Most people consider opportunities, but Zhou Yi is the opposite.

The King of Heaven is obviously malicious, and ordinary people are willing to take risks for their magical skills.

He learned the supreme magical power, promoted to the innate world for ten years, and became a master of generation.

"I always feel a little familiar with this plot?"

Zhou Yi shrugged. He was neither the son of a certain master, nor his ancestors were waiting for revenge. He was more like a villain who was cruel to prisoners and made money.

"So, I'm already content with having a free secret technique of voice transmission!"

Zhou Yi carried the bucket into Prison No. 2, where King Huang was imprisoned.

The cell layout is similar. The Huang Tianwang is locked on the punishment rack, with disheveled hair, and the Taoist robe is covered with black and red blood.

My arms were twisted like noodles, and I didn't know how many pieces it broke. All ten fingers were cut off, leaving only bare palms.

"The King of Heaven invites you to dinner."

Zhou Yi used the secret technique of voice transmission, but the Xuanjia Guard on duty at the door did not respond.

King Huang was slightly stunned and continued to drink as if nothing had happened, and asked in a voice transmission.

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

"no."

Zhou Yi's thoughts were heard and replied: "Please ascend to heaven!"

"I should have thought that those aristocratic families are fence-bearing grass, with the east wind hard following the east wind, and the west wind hard following the west wind..." Huang Tianwang murmured to himself.

Zhou Yi frowned slightly and did not continue to fool him.

After delivering the meal, I went to look for Zheng Sizhu, saying that I had been infected with the cold and asked for a month or two off.

"You guys are like an old turtle!"

Zheng Sizhuo waved his hand, without any embarrassment to Zhou Yi.

...

Chunfeng Tower.

The orioles sing and dance, the red sleeves sway.

The seats are already full before night is over, and today is the day to evaluate the courtesan.

The rituals of ten and twenty people were introduced to show their talents in turn, including piano, chess, dance, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and two or three were eliminated in every ten days, and the rest of the ceremonies were the ceremonies.

After this round of selection, it can be much more profitable than a clean chaperone.

In order to support the beauty, wealthy businessmen threw money without blinking, and they couldn't figure out a song of red silk.

"Miss Nongyu, her piano skills are unparalleled! Appreciate!"

The fat man with ten jade rings on both hands waved and sprinkled a stack of silver notes.

"The poems written by Miss Pitylao spread throughout Shenjing, and are better than most candidates, and they should be the first!"

The person who spoke was a scholar. He could not spend money like a fat man, so he called his friends and classmates to support him. He was very famous.

"What kind of shitty poems have been said long ago, it was bought from outside with Lianxiang."

"Don't just talk nonsense and slander people's reputation. My father is the magistrate of the Beijing yamen. If you dare to slander someone, you will take you!"

"The little judge dares to be arrogant, so I'm in the Weiyuan Marquis' Mansion and come and catch it casually!"

"vulgar!"

"waste!"

“…”

Shenjing is the capital of Fengyang. Even if you throw a brick, you can hit a sixth-rank official. Just a magistrate is really nothing. However, once you start scolding the nobles, scholars will immediately support you, and the crowd will be in a hurry.

Seeing the dispute intensified, the madam smiled so hard that she couldn't open her eyes.

The emperor could not have any major events. The child caregiver who was mixed with the crowds on both sides met with his own words to guide him, and the final victory and defeat fell in the courtesan election.

If you get angry like this, you will not make tens of thousands of taels of silver!

Second floor private room.

Facing the stage downstairs, there is no wall, you can clearly see the performance of the innocent man. If you are tired, you can also drop the brocade curtain and taste tea with the girls.

Zhou Yi was half lying on the soft collapse, hugging him left and right, and someone poured wine and picked up food.

From time to time, I told a joke I heard from my previous life, and two girls with low laughter made crisp laughs.

Another tragic love story was told, and the girl empathized with it and burst into tears.

"This is the real blessing!"

Zhou Yi snuggled with jade and fragrance, how happy it was.

After taking paid sick leave from Tianzhu, Zhou Yi took off his old makeup last year, changed into a young and handsome appearance, and stayed in Chunfeng Tower for more than half a month.

It is easy to disguise less and to age less, but it is extremely difficult to aging less.

Zhou Yi was influenced by the talent of immortality and no longer grew up when he became an adult. Zhou Yi only had to change his skin color, face shape and sound slightly, and even if Zhang Zhou was reborn, he would not recognize him.

Other prison guards in Tianzhuo rarely remember Zhou Yi's appearance when he was young.

"I am like a ghost, an immortal ghost, wandering around the world!"

Zhou Yi shook his wine glass and murmured: "The empire or royal family, civil officials or military generals, and a generation of geniuses or power in the court are just passing clouds!"

King Huang colluded with the southern family, and the Heavenly Prison had become a powder keg, and he would go back after the storm.

Hurry!

A loud noise followed by a woman's scream, interrupting Zhou Yi's thoughts.

"I have money, and I want to sleep with which one sleeps. Do you look down on me?"

The man who spoke was short and fat, but his hands were surprisingly strong. He slapped the table with a palm, pinching the madam's neck and scolding him.

"Ahem cough cough..."

The madam couldn't speak, and she felt that her neck was about to break.

"Where did the country bumpkin come from? I dare to make trouble in Chunfeng Tower!" Before he finished speaking, the figure had arrived, and the sword light directly hit the man's neck without thinking about restraining.

"We are the two heroes of the Mobei region, not the country bumpkin."

The short and fat man threw down the madam, bounced up from the ground like a ball, and whirled the blade in the air, and collided with the swordsman.

Bang! Bang!

The continuous loud noises, and the swordsman hit the wall and slowly slid down.

Pupu pouted a few mouthfuls of blood, mixed with internal organ fragments, and twitched for two times and disappeared.

The madam was so scared that her face was pale and trembling. The swordsman was the venerable of the boss behind the scenes. He could not pass by a single round. He didn't dare to say anything but he wouldn't sell it.

"Nongyu, why don't you come to serve this old man yet!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The short and fat man laughed happily, grabbed the jade clothes, and took them away.

The guy from Chunfeng Tower skillfully carried away the swordsman's corpse, cleaned the blood, and replaced it with new tables, chairs and benches, as if nothing had happened just now.

After a moment.

The guests returned to the fun and continued to play music and dance.

"Is this the first-class expert?"

Zhou Yi was hanging out in Chunfeng Tower and met several first-class masters in half a month. Among them, there were some who could not see the depth and shallowness. They were most likely top masters in the Marrow Cleansing Realm.

The news of brothels and restaurants is the most informative, and there are people talking about it the next day when the Cangtian King was imprisoned.

Fifteen years ago, King Cangtian was just an ordinary disciple of the Dajiang Gang and had average martial arts talent.

When he was escorting goods with the ship, he accidentally caught the inheritance of magical skills in the river. He broke through the innate master in just ten years. He met the Grand Marshal Li Wu. No one in Fengyang could control it, and at least he could firmly sit in half the territory!

Rumors spread extremely quickly, and it was obviously someone who helped fuel the fire.

People in the world were not interested in rebelling and becoming kings, but they could not bear the temptation of magical powers. Masters from all over Fengyang Kingdom gathered in the Shenjing.

"Aristocratic families, all the families should be punished!"

Zhou Yi shook his head gently and stuttered on the girl's peeled grapes.

...

It's night.

The stars and the moon are dark, 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...