There are many things in this life that you can't say whether you are right or wrong, because people can only live in the present, see the past, not see the future, right or wrong, it is the past, and it is because of the focus on the present that many people are confused.

In fact, Zhang Muyang is really a bit of a passable taste now, because he is a person after all, although he is not an ordinary person, but he eats the same meal and drinks the same soup as ordinary people.

Since Zhang Muyang showed his skills in the court on that day, it was another treatment when he returned to the prison, first he changed to an independent single room, and then he cleaned up the inside quietly, set up a copper bed, and put a few tables on the table......

This made the brothers in the black prison envious.

After all, there is no free lunch in this world, and after Zhang Muyang has rested for about seven or eight days, the county master has come to visit him in this black prison in person.

After three or five sentences, even a fool knew the purpose of his coming, that is, he wanted to beg Zhang Muyang to help him calculate a hexagram.

Zhang Muyang is also refreshing, and he immediately helped the county master to come up with a hexagram, not to mention what the county master asked, but seeing that he helped Zhang Muyang get rid of his crime in the future, he knew that this hexagram was by no means a simple trivial matter, but he had never heard him talk about it in the future.

It is also since that hexagram that Zhang Muyang has completely settled in this black prison, and the county master will come over to ask Zhang Muyang about anything every once in a while, if it weren't for Zhang Muyang being a man, I'm afraid everyone would see him as the concubine of the county master.

These prisoners in the black prison will shout at Zhang Muyang every now and then and ask Zhang Muyang to help them talk, but when it comes to seriousness, they all wave their hands as a joke, and Zhang Muyang is used to it after a few times, but when they really want to ask the hexagram, Zhang Muyang doesn't speak.

However, these are just those who eat prison food, after the prison errand officer knew Zhang Muyang's ability, it was even more comprehensive to serve Zhang Muyang, and after getting acquainted, he helped Zhang Muyang take some orders every now and then to earn some extra money, and after a long time, even the people in the town knew that there was a living immortal in the county prison.

The accumulated silver money in Zhang Muyang's hands is also more and more praised, but Zhang Muyang is not the greedy person, as long as the brothers in prison are released from prison, he must give as much as he wants, and in the past three years, he has also had a loud nickname in prison called Xiao Shiyu, and he just smiled at these names or something.

These three years were the three years when his heart was the quietest and most peaceful, and within three years, he would jump on the Divine Descent Technique once a day, and even sometimes rise, and it was common to jump on him three or five times.

As the days passed, his understanding and experience of the divine descent technique became more and more, as if he was not in this black prison at this time, but was on the bank of the sunny stream, often wearing the sun and bathing in warmth.

But he hadn't seen King Yama in the past three years, and he even felt that he had been living in an illusion before......

But his ability to do this is always telling him that it is not an illusion, it is something that has really happened.

In the past three years, he finally knew where he was, which was the town of Lingkou in Shaanxi.

"Immortals, when do you think I can go out!" A hairy boy who had just been locked in leaned over and asked Zhang Muyang.

"Tomorrow." Zhang Muyang said casually with his eyes closed.

"Tomorrow? Immortals, don't look at me and fool me, I was only locked up today, how could I be released tomorrow. The hairy boy waved his hand and said, looking at his expression, it seemed that he didn't believe the folk rumors at all, let alone what Zhang Muyang said casually.

"Boy, you are really not afraid of tigers as a newborn calf, and you are the first one who does not worship you when you see the true god." Li Heizi said with a sneer on the side.

"It's not that I don't worship the true god, it's just that the one who can be locked up here shows that the big guy is definitely not a fool or something, it's just that my front foot has just been locked in, and the quilt hasn't been covered with heat yet, how can I be let out." Although he knew that the person who said this looked like an old fritter in prison, the hairy young man still said it without humility or arrogance.

"Boy, the fact that you are locked up does not mean that you are smart, it only shows that you have a kind of man." Li Heizi was not angry, and said half-jokingly.

"Hey, I said it's new, and when you get to Ming'er, you'll know if what this living immortal said is true." Another man on the side who looked a little fresh said.

Listening to so many people helping the living immortal speak, the hairy young man pondered for a moment and then continued: "The living immortal is not a little me, I don't believe what your old man said, but the good news you said is that no one will believe it if anyone who has just come in like me says it." The hairy boy shrugged his shoulders and said with a ruffian face.

"Hmm!" Zhang Muyang closed his eyes, quite a little inconsistent with this age, nodded and said.

"Look, this is what the old fairy himself said." The boy said with some excitement.

Just didn't wait for him to finish, Zhang Muyang paused and continued: "It's not just you who wants to go out, but everyone in this prison. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the black prison opened their mouths wide and couldn't believe what they had just heard.

"Everyone?" The hairy boy's eyes were full of disbelief.

It's just that he is the only one who looks like this, and all the rest of the people are muttering something in their mouths, and they can't help but look at the small skylights in their respective cells, as if they are already standing in the sunlight outside the black cell, and they even smell the fragrance of fresh earth.

For a while, the black cell was silent......

"You all believe it! If I can go out tomorrow, I will saddle him up and carry shoes for the rest of my life. The hairy boy still said with a ruffian face.

It's just that no matter what he says at this time, no one cares about him, because the sun outside the window is too warm, and the soil outside the window is so fresh, even the people they hate so much on weekdays look better and better at this time.

Maybe that's the taste of freedom, or maybe that's hope!