Zhao Yuan hit the iron door again, and immediately received another angry curse. This time, the curse only lasted for less than a stick of incense and then became quiet again. It seemed that people had quickly lost interest in swearing.
A group of masters!
Zhao Yuan felt an inexplicable chill down his spine. At this moment, he realized that everyone around him was a master.
Those who can avoid "quietness" have at least reached the level of intermediate cultivators.
Immediately, Zhao Yuan thought that cultivators were extremely excluded in this barracks, and it was impossible for cultivators to serve in the army. Moreover, this cell could not trap cultivators... So... then, these people are warriors.
I remember that I once said tomorrow that in order to deal with cultivators, warriors practice a secret method that can hide their traces, and this secret method may have the same effect on Zhao Yuan's "quiet".
These people should all be warriors who violated military discipline.
Next, Zhao Yuan tried to communicate with these people, but every time Zhao Yuan opened his mouth, he was immediately scolded. Later, when Zhao Yuan spoke again, the scolding was gone. Zhao Yuan could find various reasons.
When I talked to them, no one answered me.
Banging on the iron gate and making noise could not attract anyone's attention. Zhao Yuan, who had no skills, had no choice but to sit down and practice.
What makes Zhao Yuan depressed is that after he broke through the realm of "war" and entered the realm of "strength", this kind of meditation practice made him restless and restless. There seemed to be an evil fire rising in his heart, and huge power collided in his body.
I simply cannot calm down and practice.
Zhao Yuan was spinning around in the small space like a headless fly. At this time, he tried the power of confinement.
When people are free, they often ignore freedom, but once they really lose their freedom, they realize how precious freedom is.
There is no doubt that the biggest punishment of confinement is the loss of freedom.
Theoretically, for practitioners, confinement can practice, but this is only a theoretical existence. When a person is restricted from freedom, his mentality will become irritable, moody, and restless.
In this state of mind, cultivation is just a joke.
Only those who have truly lost their freedom know that jail and seclusion are completely different things.
"Bang"
There was a muffled sound, and the banging of the iron door and the sound of footsteps came from outside the door.
Zhao Yuan, who was sitting on the bed trying to enter the realm of "quietness", suddenly jumped up as if being pricked by a needle, rushed to the door, and looked outside through the small hole in the door. He saw the dark corridor with oil lamps lit, and two people.
A jailer walked in carrying two large wooden barrels. The dim yellow light stretched their bodies and projected them on the corridor, like devils in hell...
Ping ping pong pong...
There was a sound of banging pots and pans, and the lifeless cell seemed to suddenly be filled with life.
Zhao Yuan saw several empty basins stuffed under the door of the cell opposite him.
Two jailers walked along the corridor, scooping ladles of porridge into the rice bowls and putting some steamed buns and pickles on them.
Zhao Yuan quickly found several rice bowls covered with green mold from the room and waited for the two jailers to come over.
Finally, we arrived at Zhao Yuan’s iron gate.
"Hey... boy, what is in this basin..." Suddenly, the jailer's voice seemed to be cut off by some force. He quickly bent down, picked up a thick stack of imperial coins in the basin and put it into his arms.
inside.
"Brother, can you help me clean the toilet?" Zhao Yuan lowered his voice.
"No problem!" The jailer smiled cheerfully, with a flattering look on his face.
"It's best to give me a clean set of quilts."
"this……"
"The one just now was yours. You and that brother should share these." Zhao Yuan stuffed another thick stack of imperial coins out.
"This... this..." The jailer hesitated.
"Brother, I also want some good wine and food. Thank you for your help, brother!"
Zhao Yuan saw that the jailer was still a little timid, so he just kept throwing money at him, and immediately stuffed out a thick stack of imperial coins.
"Okay, wait a moment, I have to discuss it."
The jailer watched the stacks of imperial coins being stuffed out. After all, he couldn't resist the temptation. He swallowed hard and stopped distributing meals to other prisoners. He called another jailer to the side and the two of them murmured.
Gu's discussion started.
Finally, the two seemed to have reached an agreement and walked to Zhao Yuan's door at the same time.
"This is my first time here. Please take care of me." At this time, Zhao Yuan was ready to give up and stuffed another thick stack of imperial coins.
"Brother, if you need anything, just ask, we'll take care of it!" The two jailers clapped their chests, looking like they were going through fire and water.
"The two brothers are really in love with each other!"
Zhao Yuan saw that the attitude of the two had improved and they began to call each other brothers again. Knowing that the imperial coins had played a role, he immediately stuffed another stack of imperial coins out.
The two jailers were knocked unconscious by Zhao Yuan's stacks of imperial coins. Their faces were like blooming flowers, extremely bright.
Zhao Yuan naturally didn't know that the place he was in now was a prison inside Tieling. The cells that were usually idle were used as solitary cells, and the prisoners who had been locked up here for a long time were all paupers. The two jailers were usually very busy.
But there is no luck at all. Today, I suddenly met a rich man like Zhao Yuan, and he was not treated as an honored guest.
Sure enough, money can make all the difference.
The two jailers were extremely efficient. In less than an hour, the toilet that was about to overflow was cleaned out and replaced with a brand new closed toilet.
The damp bedding on the bed was also replaced with a brand new set, and even a few rusty rice bowls covered with green mold were replaced with brand new ones.
Not to mention the food, chicken thighs, fruits, and soju are all available. Although it is not a big meal, compared with the porridge, steamed buns and sour-smelling pickles at the beginning, this is simply heaven and earth.
Yes, one is hell on earth...
The two jailers were afraid that Zhao Yuan would be lonely, so they moved a lot of books, including wild history, novels, poems, spring paintings, and palace pictures.
Now, the two jailers were waiting on Zhao Yuan almost as if they were their ancestors, asking for help, for fear that Zhao Yuan would be unwell. Of course, Zhao Yuan was not stingy, as long as the two jailers brought things, they would immediately be rich in empire.
Present the coin.
"Grandma, if you want to lock me up, there's no way!"
Zhao Yuan bit into the greasy chicken legs, poured himself a drink, and laughed.
The cell was filled with the mouth-watering aroma of meat and wine, and in the darkness, there was a sound of swallowing saliva.
"Boy, throw some chicken legs over here to satisfy your craving!" A pair of eyes appeared from the window opposite, and a rough voice came.
"I don't know you." Zhao Yuan sneered and deliberately poured some wine on the ground. Immediately, the entire cell was filled with a strong aroma of wine.
"I'm Meng De... Come on... You won't be able to finish eating anyway..." the guy begged with a flattering smile on his face.
"Well, Meng De, right?"
"Yes, yes..." Meng De nodded quickly.
"Yes, the name sounds pleasant to my ears, so let's continue."
Zhao Yuan flicked his arm lightly, and the chicken leg flew out of the iron window and shot towards the iron window on the opposite side. Immediately, a dirty hand came out from behind the iron window, and like lightning, he grabbed the chicken leg tightly and used it as the hand.
After grabbing the chicken leg, it seemed as if it suddenly froze, and then there was another tremor, and then, from behind the iron window, a whimpering sound came from behind. The crying sound was extremely miserable and heartbreaking.
"What are you doing?"
"I almost forgot the taste of meat... Oooh... delicious... delicious... delicious... little brother... can you have some wine?"