Cultivating Immortals From Prison

Chapter 14

"Brother Gu, is that really the Minister of the Household Department?"

When delivering lunch at noon, Lu Yuanming asked Gu Shen curiously about the baby's appearance.

Lu Yuanming was in cell C-[-], Xia Yuanlu was in cell C-[-], the two cells were next to each other, and they knew Xia Yuanlu's identity in the past few days.

At the most glorious time of Lu Yuanming's ancestors, he was only a magistrate of the fourth rank. Now seeing that the majestic second-rank official and himself became neighbors, his heart was always touched.

Xu Shi also heard Lu Yuanming's words, Xia Yuanlu looked this way, and Lu Yuanming immediately nodded to the neighbor with a smile on his face.

Gu Shen hummed and said, "Yes."

Lu Yuanming asked again: "What did he do? Could it be treason?"

As the internal strength became more and more refined, Gu Shen's eyesight also greatly improved. He saw Xia Yuanlu's eyes twitch suddenly, and then continued to remain silent.

Gu Shen looked at Lu Yuanming in front of him, and didn't want to explain further, but thought that this person would die in a few days, so he satisfied him and said: "The court's money is not enough, he had a conflict with His Majesty, and he was beaten Go to prison."

Lu Yuanming was taken aback when he heard the words, and said in surprise: "Shouldn't it? As far as I know, the tax burden is already more than half, and two-thirds are taken. Such a heavy tax is rare in ancient times. The treasury shouldn't be so short of money."

Gu Shen took a deep breath, looked at Lu Yuanming who was still innocent and innocent in front of him, shook his head slowly, and said in a deep voice, "How can I take all the pennies and use them like sand."

After finishing speaking, Gu Shen turned around and left, leaving Lu Yuanming with his mouth open into an O shape.

In Cell C[-], Xia Yuanlu, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the back of Gu Shen who was gradually going away, and muttered to himself.

"How can I take all the Zizhu and use it like sand."

"Take all the Zizhu and use it like sand?"

"Hehe, unexpected, unexpected, a place as filthy as Imperial Prison, is actually Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon."

Xia Yuanlu glanced at Lu Yuanming who was next door, then closed his eyes again, slowly pondering what the little jailer said just now.

Three days later.

The prisoner in Room A[-] died.

The prisoner's name is Jin Weiyuan, nicknamed the Demon King of Confusion, a fourth-rank master, and one of the leaders of the Yanzhou rebels.

Although he took a sigh of relief with medicine, after all, he wore the lute bone and was tortured many times. He couldn't wait for the execution edict from Emperor Xuanhe. After all, Jin Weiyuan, the devil king of the world, ran out of oil and died, and went to the yellow-faced Suanni Pei Siwen's place. back road.

Gu Shen turned off the second jack gate, and skillfully walked over to Jin Weiyuan and sat down cross-legged.

At the same time, a cloud of black air rose from Jin Weiyuan's body and landed on Gu Shen.

With the operation of the innate skills, after the black energy merged into the body, Gu Shen obviously felt that the inner energy grew rapidly and flowed in the meridians.

After half an hour, Gu Shen stopped practicing and slowly opened his eyes.

"It's very close to breaking through the fourth rank."

After absorbing this black substance, Gu Shen is about to stand at the peak of the fifth rank.

"The higher one goes, the harder it is to improve one's realm. No wonder there are very few first-rate masters in the Jianghu."

"But don't worry, work slowly and carefully."

"What's more, my previous feeling was not wrong. This time, after absorbing a fourth-grade master, the black substance is indeed a little more moist than before."

Gu Shen thought in his heart, after the death of the yellow-faced Suanni Pei Siwen last time, he absorbed the black substance produced after the death of a third-grade master for the first time. That time, he clearly felt that there was some water vapor in the black substance, and when it merged into his body, There is a chilly feeling.

Later, when he absorbed seventh-rank and eighth-rank warriors, he didn't have that feeling anymore.

This time, he absorbed the black substance produced after the death of the fourth-rank master Jin Weiyuan. Although it was not as moist as Pei Siwen's, he could still feel it.

Gu Shen guessed that maybe one day, when the corpse was very strong in life, what would be produced would no longer be gaseous black matter, but liquefied black matter.

But this is just Gu Shen's guess, which needs to be verified later.

Gu Shen got up, patted the dust off his body, then took a look at Jin Weiyuan's body, got up and walked out of Room A[-], and informed Captain Ma of Jin Weiyuan's death.

The importance of these anti-thief leaders in the Imperial Prison is getting weaker and weaker. At first, they thought that Emperor Xuanhe would soon decree to behead these people for public display, so as to warn the world of chaos and thieves.

Unexpectedly, after such a long time, two of the five rebel leaders died, and the edict from Emperor Xuanhe has not yet been received.

Maybe the emperor was so busy practicing Taoism and alchemy that he forgot about these brash men.

However, to Gu Shen's surprise, Master Zhen Fu came to check Jin Weiyuan's body in person.

This made Gu Shen bewildered, thinking that he had shown some flaws inadvertently, which aroused the suspicion of Master Zhenfu.

But what happened next made Gu Shen heave a sigh of relief.

After seeing Jin Weiyuan's body, Lord Zhenfu inspected the other cells of the Class A prison in detail, and then went around the entire imperial prison before returning to his residence deep in the imperial prison.

And that afternoon, Gu Shen found that the security in the imperial prison had been tightened again, feeling like a storm was about to come.

Reminiscent of the scene in the morning when Zhenfu was carefully arranging in the imperial prison, Gu Shen's heart suddenly trembled, and he felt that something big was about to happen.

When he was about to release the yamen, Ma Xiaowei casually said to prepare more meat.

Although Gu Shen didn't understand the meaning of Ma Xiaowei's words, he still bought ten catties of pork and ten catties of cooked beef when he passed through the East Market after being released from Yamen.

Qiuming Square, in the courtyard.

Gu Shen put the cooked beef in the kitchen, sprinkled the pork with salt and hung it on the branch of a sycamore tree to let it dry naturally.

After finishing his work, Gu Shen sat under the plane tree, beside the deep water well, thinking about what would happen.

late at night.

Gu Shen was woken up several times because a large group of imperial troops in full armor passed by the gate of the courtyard.

Gu Shen has always been a light sleeper, lying on the bed, listening to the direction of the Imperial Army, he turned his head to look northwest.

To the northwest of Qiumingfang is Chongyifang, to the northwest of Chongyifang is Xingdaofang, and to the northwest of Xingdaofang is Zhuquemen, and Zhuquemen is the south gate of the imperial city!

With such guesses in his mind, he dared not go out to investigate. At such a sensitive moment, going out is courting death.

Covering the cup over his head, Gu Shen forced himself to fall asleep.

"If you don't become a congenital master, you will never go out to wander."

"No matter how lively it is outside, it doesn't matter to me."

"Sleep, sleep, sleep."

The next day, early in the morning.

Gu Shen stared at a pair of dark circles under his eyes and headed to the imperial prison.

When passing Xuanyangfang, there was a Chongyifang away from Zhuque Street, and Gu Shen heard the noisy noise coming from the other side of Zhuque Street.

He thought for a while, then quickened his pace, passed through Chongyifang, and came to Zhuque Street. He saw hundreds of horses galloping in three straight lines, each with red tassels on their heads and yellow flags on their horses.

Riding horses is prohibited on Zhuque Street. Only champions and soldiers who are triumphant can ride horses on Zhuque Street. Ordinary people riding horses on Zhuque Street will be punished.

But these people can, because they are messengers, and they are the most serious [-]-mile express messengers.

"Eight hundred miles to hurry up," Gu Shen said solemnly, "something really happened."

(End of this chapter)