A strong man in martial arts can really eat it.

Half a bucket of porridge was all over the man's stomach.

Zhou Yi bowed and said, "Hero, haven't you asked for your name yet?"

The man ignored Zhou Yi, closed his eyes and regulated his breathing, his internal organs buzzed, and his muscles kept trembling.

puff!

A mouthful of blood was vomited, and the man's face was as white as snow, and his breath was suddenly weak and sluggish.

Zhou Yi watched from the side, guessing that the man used his skills to heal his wounds, but it seemed that the effect was not ideal.

"What a cruel poison!"

The man spat bloody foam: "My name is Wei Chang."

"What does Wei Daxia like to eat? I'll bring some tomorrow?" Zhou Yi had also brought meals to prisoners before, and the price was a hundred times higher than outside, but he bought nourishing soup and medicine for the money he earned.

Wei Chang said coldly: "Wei's whole family is exiled, but he has no money to bribe you."

"We just admire what Wei Daxia did!"

Zhou Yi said in a stern voice: "I can't sacrifice myself like this, but I might as well admire the heroes. I can only give some food and just practice it as a hero!"

Wei Chang closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Zhou Yi left with the bucket and just stepped out of the prison door when a sound came from inside.

“Is there any wine?”

"have!"

...

The next day.

Zhou Yi first ordered Mao in the previous yamen, and then went to the kitchen to carry the food bucket.

There are two large and small rooms in Tianlao. The largest one is to make porridge, brown rice, rotten vegetable leaves, and cook them casually. It is enough to eat them to death.

The kitchenette has exquisite layout, with various ingredients for chicken, duck, fish and meat. The ones who hold the spoon are all chef Liu from Dingxianglou.

"Brother Yi, I entered the No. 9 prison last night. I have a bad temper. Please be careful." Chef Liu handed Zhou Yi the food box prepared separately.

Zhou Yi said curiously: "Brother Liu, where is the origin?"

The Tianzhu often locks up special prisoners, or are not guilty of being found or are surrounded by family colleagues, and the kitchenette is just for them.

Chef Liu whispered: "I heard that it is Long Xiang's only son. He got drunk last night at Chunfenglou and had a conflict with merchants. He actually beat the person to death on the spot!"

Zhou Yi said in confusion: "Isn't this kind of case sent to the Beijing Ya prison?"

"This is not the end!"

Chef Liu looked outside and saw that there was no one to continue saying: "This man beat the man to death, but he was not happy. He rushed into the house with a group of servants and drove the whole family..."

As he said that, he gestured to wipe his neck.

Zhou Yi couldn't help but be shocked. This young master Long was too arrogant and the emperor dared to commit a case of inciting the family.

Sensational!

Zhou Yi entered the Tianzhu with a lunch box and a lunch bucket, greeted Zhang Zhou and others, and came all the way to the deepest prison of Bing9.

Tianzhuo A, B and C are three types of prisons. A character A is used to detain thieves and murderers, B is used to detain political prisoners or literati, and C is used to detain nobles and special prisoners.

The Bing Nine Prison is the most tidy and comfortable, and the original two cells are divided into one bedroom and one living room.

Zhou Yi called the prison door, but before he could enter, he heard a shout.

"who?"

The person who spoke was a man who was burly and strong, staring at Zhou Yi's movements coldly.

"Brother, the younger one delivers food to Mr. Long." Zhou Yi respectfully handed over the food box.

There are four strong men outside the No. 9 Prison. Two of them guard the door of the prison cell and the door of the inner room. They are obviously responsible for protecting the safety of Mr. Long.

Upon hearing this, the man put down his guard, took out the silver needle from his arms, and tested the meals in the food box one by one.

"Get out!"

Zhou Yi bowed and retreated, preparing to close the prison door.

A young man came out of the room, dressed in disheveled and hugged a beautiful lady.

"Fourth brother, my dad said when will I go out?"

The man who tried the poison said, "Young Master, this time it's a bit difficult. The man surnamed Chen is actually a branch of the Duke of Qi's mansion. He has to stay for a few more days."

"What is the Duke of Qi's Mansion? This Fengyang Kingdom is my father..."

The prison door was closed tightly, and the voice behind it was unclear.

Zhou Yi carried the bucket to deliver food to the prisoners one by one, and finally went to Prison No. 13, observing that there was no one on the left and right, and wiping out porcelain bottles from his arms.

"Wei Daxia, this is the famous Lihuabai, the 20-year-old spirit of the spirit of Shenjing!"

Open the bottle stopper and the rich fragrance of pear blossoms floats out.

Wei Chang was still hanging upside down, his arms and legs were bound by iron chains, and even his neck was handcuffed with iron rings.

"Take it to the hero."

Zhou Yi carefully poured the wine into Wei Chang's mouth.

Wei Chang's throat twitched, and a ball of fire burned all the way down his throat and into his stomach. It turned out to be a good wine.

"Eat another bite of meat."

Zhou Yi took out the roast chicken from his arms and tore off the meat strips and handed them to his mouth.

Wei Chang lost his teeth and was unable to bite and chew. He swallowed the chicken in his mouth and swallowed it in a few bites.

"drink wine!"

Then Zhou Yi sipped with wine and meat, a pot of pear blossom white and a roast chicken, and all of them went into Wei Chang's belly.

"happy!"

Wei Chang sighed: "It is worthy of being a fine wine in Shenjing. The poor land of Yuzhou is far from comparable to that of."

Zhou Yi said: "This pear blossom white is just one of them, including Qionghua wine, Zhaodianhong, Yuluchun, etc., bring a bottle every day to ensure that the heroes can enjoy the Shenjing wine!"

Wei Chang said coldly: "There is no benefit in the world. Do you like Wei's kung fu?"

Zhou Yi showed joy on his face and did not hide it.

"Hisan Wei, I really have such selfish intentions when I invite you to drink and eat meat."

After yesterday's payment, Zhou Yi had already inquired about it. There are many martial arts schools in Shenjing who teach ordinary body-forging techniques.

The tuition fee is 10 to 100 taels, and you will have to buy nourishing decoctions in the future. If you want to learn something, you will pay a few thousand taels of silver.

To learn more advanced body-building methods, you must become a disciple of the martial arts school.

In this era, it is not just a famous master. One day, one day, one will be a master and a father. If you have something to do, your disciples will obey him and do a lot of dirty and tiring work. Not to mention, you must fight against the enemy for the master.

The son of a daughter does not sit in the hukou hall!

Zhou Yi wanted to learn the art of protecting Taoism, but he would not lose his roots and take risks for his skills.

As for internal Qigong, Zhou Yi inquired about several martial arts schools, and only the true teachings of the museum owner had the opportunity to practice.

In this way, Wei Chang appears to be extremely precious!

Wei Chang was only thirty or forty years old, and reached the first-class level. He was famous in Yuzhou. His martial arts taught casually were much better than those in the martial arts hall. After one month, Wei Chang asked for the killing without leaving any cause and effect, which was a chance to have the best of both worlds.

"Wei is different from the imperial court, how could he teach you martial arts?"

After Wei Chang said that, he closed his eyes and regulated his breathing, circulated the internal energy to impact the eight extraordinary meridians, and tried to untie the secret medicine of Jinyiwei.

Zhou Yi was not discouraged and packed up his wine pot and left the cell.

"Trust cannot be established in one day. Take it slowly, anyway, there are some in the world."

"Even if Wei Chang was unwilling to teach the martial arts in the end, there were other prisoners in the prison. They were all thieves who did evil deeds and acted erratic and fiercely, and they could not practice easily if they passed on the martial arts!"

Since then.

Zhou Yi's daily routine is very regular. He sleeps, slept, delivered food, drank with Wei Chang, slept, slept...

In just half a month, Zhou Yi found that he was already familiar with the life in Fengyang Kingdom.

I originally thought that life would seem boring without mobile phones, games, movies and other entertainment, but after going to this brothel with my colleagues, a new world was opened up.

The young ladies are well-educated and enthusiastic, making Zhou Yi linger.

This day.

After Zhou Yi delivered the meal, he came to Weichang's cell to have a drink.

"Hero, this autumn dew is only ten years old. I'm so busy recently!"

Wei Chang glanced at it and said contemptuously: "Have the silver been thrown into the brothel?"

Zhou Yi touched his face and said, "Is it so obvious?"

Wei Chang said, "The face is red and the ears are red, and the sign of being full of energy cannot be discharged!"

Zhou Yi said in surprise: "The hero still understands medical principles?"

"Medical and martial arts never separate! Fortunately, you know how to control yourself and protect Yuanyang, otherwise you will be half the result of practicing martial arts with twice the effort." Wei Chang was also a little surprised, and he never thought that Zhou Yi could hold it back.

Zhou Yi naturally understood the principle of being a young man's high quality and asked curiously: "According to the heroes, those martial arts masters did not break the precepts when they were young?"

Wei Chang said: "There are many secret methods of locking the essence and strengthening the yang in martial arts..."

Zhou Yi looked solemn and bowed to salute.

"Please teach me!"
Chapter completed!