The day when the moon is exhausted, hence the name Chinese New Year's Eve.

The little yellow duck is elated, making dumplings, eating Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, burning gold paper, setting off firecrackers, collecting money, keeping the year, etc.

After a few days of attempts, Yaya successfully transformed into a seven- or eight-year-old yellow-haired girl, which became a landscape of running east and west in the Taoist temple.

"Little brother, what do you think of my Spring Festival couplets?"

The girl rushed into the backyard, smashed the door of the house with her iron head gong, found that it was empty, raised two pigtails, and said angrily: "Hmph, you must have secretly gone to the city to eat good food behind my back!" ”

At this time, the remaining four people in the Taoist temple were all practicing silently, and as for many Taoist children, they had already been placed in the city.

Song Ke, who had just become the owner of the audience, came to the familiar noodle stall, a bowl of Yangchun noodles was warm all over the belly, and the proprietress of the stall was even more convex and backward, and the scenery was charming.

The Taiyin Niangniang in the sea of knowledge instigated: "Don't just look at it, you are on it!" ”

"Niang Niang Hugh wants to spoil my Dao heart!"

Song Ke was sitting precariously, looking righteous and awe-inspiring, with a delicate and feminine face, anyone who saw it had to say a good handsome posterity, but he was just a little less masculine.

After a while, the former jailer Feng Qian came over to complete the transaction, handed Song Ke a black iron token, and said: "This is the identity that I got for the little brother through a relationship, and it has already been sorted out, just go to the prison head to report before the fifteenth day of the first month." ”

"Thank you"

Song Ke took out the third layer of magic that had been copied in advance and handed it to the other party, and then went to the back door of the City Lord's Mansion, and walked through the back door worthy of the name.

The stone city prison is located ten zhang underground in the city lord's mansion, and the whole body is made of black stone that isolates spiritual power, even if the inferior magic weapon is cut on it, it can only leave a trace half an inch deep, not to mention that the wall of the prison is seven feet thick, and it is said that adult men are buried horizontally in it without showing their heads.

Song Ke's current cultivation is already at the sixth level of qi refining, and he is only one step away from becoming a high-level qi refiner, as long as his luck is not too bad, there is no reason to bump into other monks in the city lord's mansion, after all, the monks in the qi refining period are busy with cultivation, who will have time to inspect the prison, this kind of trivial matter is generally done by vulgar martial artists.

Mortals who do not have spiritual roots can also achieve a career by cultivating martial arts, and among them, those with advanced martial arts are no less than qi refiners, except for the short-term life that is difficult to change.

Martial arts cultivation is similar to the path of cultivating the body of a monk, but the martial arts inheritance on this cultivation star is severed, and at most it is just a mortal fetus in the flesh, the realm of the day after tomorrow.

Although the martial arts melee combat is comparable to that of the Qi refining monk, but in the case of one-on-one, most of the qi refining monks win, after all, the monk has spells and magic weapons, as well as the spirit rune formation, and is closely armed by a martial artist, and the possibility of being taken away by a set of combos is very small, otherwise how can he say that he is a vulgar martial artist.

Song Ke restrained his breath, and previously let Yaya release it on himself with the power of sitting and forgetting, although it only had the effect of one day, and he couldn't do it, but it was enough, he came to the backyard of the City Lord's Mansion, showed the token, and followed the guards to the entrance of the prison.

Opening the entrance of the formation that isolated the spiritual sense, Song Ke jumped into it, and a sinister aura struck, worthy of being a prison place.

At the entrance is a ten-zhang square hall, with several tables arranged, one of which is a small gamble by four people.

The middle-aged man led by him was burly, his temples bulged high, and he seemed to be a good hand, which was the prison head Gao Yan that Feng Qian said.

"I've seen Master Gao." Song Ke couldn't figure out his temper and saluted respectfully.

Gao Yan beckoned and smiled: "Don't be restrained, let the adults see more, since it was recommended by Lao Feng, just call me Lao Gao or the prison head, anyway, we don't have contact with other people here, just have fun by ourselves, as long as the prisoners don't run, we will all be happy." ”

A man with a scar on his face next to him said: "Since you are a newcomer, let's start by delivering food, and I am not bullying you, I did the same when I first came in." ”

"Good"

Song Ke didn't say a word, and walked directly to the room with the rice bucket, the cook in the prison was a specially hired chef, of course, not to serve the prisoners, but there are often young children from wealthy families in Shicheng who are caught committing crimes, and of course they will be fished out soon.

So the jailers can't be offended, and they have to be entertained well, after all, although the jailers are official positions, there are too many people who die in accidents every year, which is also the reason why Feng Qian resigned and ran away.

However, the jailer also has benefits, in addition to the basic monthly salary of one or two pieces of silver, that is, a thousand Wen.

In addition, there is also a wood attribute of the lower grade spirit stone used to nourish the body every year, the yin and evil qi in the prison is too heavy, if there is no spirit stone to nourish the body, it will be cold after ten or eight years, it is a high-risk occupation.

The chef surnamed Wang, is the chef of Xichun Building in the city, after the craft was handed over to his son, he wanted to leave a way back, so he spent a few hundred taels of silver to get the line of the big guy, and came here to cook.

Lao Wang saw Song Ke's face and asked, "New here?" ”

"Yes" Song Ke replied, pouring all the leftovers eaten by the jailer on the board into the wooden barrel, and an unpleasant smell came, and Song Ke felt a little uncomfortable.

Lao Wang smiled: "Don't dislike this meal is not good, those miscellaneous pieces in the prison are not starved to death, it is good, if you want to eat well, you have to pay for it, although it is tiring to send food, but as long as you don't get close to those prisoners, there is no danger, and from time to time you can also take some filial piety money from the prisoners, which is also a good errand." ”

"Is there any such thing in prison?" Song Ke was surprised, so he took out half of the spirit stone and stuffed it into Lao Wang's sleeve.

"Not bad" Lao Wang saw that Song Ke was very good, and said: "You can buy two white-flour steamed buns for a penny outside, but you need a hundred wen in the prison, and other meat is even more expensive, anyway, as long as those prisoners can afford it, we can also provide it here, but I want to warn you boy, don't forget to honor the prison head when you ask for money from prisoners, otherwise you won't be able to work here for long. ”

"There was once a middle-level qi refiner who came to rob the prison and was beaten to death by the head of the high prison, that scene was called a bloodbath."

"Okay, I see, thank you, Brother Wang."

Song Ke waved his hand, but he didn't expect to accidentally find a way to get rich, and it seemed that half a spirit stone flower would not be lost.

The area of the prison covers an area of dozens of zhang, the cell number is divided into four types: A, B, C, D, the A-shaped cell is spacious and bright, and there are flint lighting common in the world of cultivating immortals in the room, as well as quilts and hot water, all of which are prepared for nobles.

The conditions of the next three cells were reduced in turn, and when they reached the T-shaped cell, it was as narrow as a thatched hut, and it was pitch black, only the oil lamps hanging in the air on the aisle illuminated, and it was also time-limited, and all the prisoners here were condemned.

"No one in the first room"

"Room B Three"

"Twenty-six people in room C"

"T-room unmanned"

Song Ke looked at the information recorded in the prison, and followed the above tips to go to the B cell, where all prisoners were sentenced to several years, and the family had a little money and power, so it was up to him to be reluctant to fish!

"It's time to eat"

Song Ke shouted, and there was movement in the three cells of the silent B room, cursing, begging for mercy, and crazy words.