"Fluffy ......"

Zhao Yuan slammed the iron door again, and immediately, he incurred another angry scolding, this time, the angry scolding only lasted less than a stick of incense and then returned to quiet, it seems, people quickly lost interest in scolding-

A group of masters!

Zhao Yuan's back was inexplicably cold, and at this time, he realized that around him, everyone who was closed was a master.

Those who were able to avoid "Jing" had at least reached the level of an intermediate cultivator.

Immediately, Zhao Yuan thought that cultivators were extremely excluded from this barracks, and it was impossible for cultivators to serve in the army, and moreover, this cell could not trap cultivators...... So...... Then, these people are warriors.

I remember that tomorrow once said that in order to deal with cultivators, martial artists all practice a secret method that can hide their traces, and this secret method is estimated to have the same effect on Zhao Yuan's "quietness".

These people should all be warriors who violate military discipline.

Next, Zhao Yuan tried to communicate with these people, but every time Zhao Yuan spoke, he was immediately scolded, and when he got to the back, Zhao Yuan spoke again, and the scolding was gone, so Zhao Yuan found all kinds of reasons to talk to them, and no one talked to him.

Hitting the iron door and making noise could not attract people's attention, and Zhao Yuan, who was poor in donkey skills, had no choice but to calm down and practice.

What made Zhao Yuan depressed was that after breaking through the realm of "war" and entering and exiting the realm of "force", this kind of meditation cultivation made him impetuous, and there seemed to be an evil fire rising in his heart, and a huge amount of power collided in his body, and he couldn't calm down and cultivate at all.

Zhao Yuan was like a headless fly spinning around in a small space, and at this time, he tried to be confined to the extreme.

When people are free, they often ignore freedom, but once they really lose their freedom, they realize the preciousness of freedom.

Undoubtedly, the greatest punishment of confinement is the loss of freedom.

Theoretically, for a practitioner, confinement can be cultivated, but this is only a theoretical existence, and when a person's freedom is restricted, his state of mind will become irritable, moody, and impetuous, and in this state of mind, cultivation is just a joke.

Only those who have really lost their freedom know that going to prison and going into retreat are two different things.

"Phew"

There was a muffled sound, and outside the door, there was the sound of the iron door crashing and footsteps.

Zhao Yuan, who was sitting on the bed trying to enter the "quiet" realm, seemed to have been pricked by a needle, suddenly bounced up, rushed to the door, and looked outside through the small hole in the door, only to see that the dark corridor was lit with oil lamps, and two jailers walked in with two large wooden barrels, and the dim light stretched their bodies long and projected on the corridor, like the devil of hell......

Ping Pong ......

There was a sound of pots and pans clattering, and it was as if the inside of the lifeless cell had suddenly come to life.

Zhao Yuan saw that under the door of the cell opposite him, several empty basins were stuffed.

Two jailers walked along the corridor, scooping a ladle of gruel into the rice bowls, and putting a few steamed buns and pickled vegetables and the like.

Zhao Yuan hurriedly took out a few rice bowls with green mold from the room and waited for the two jailers to come over.

Finally, I arrived at Zhao Yuan's iron gate.

"Huh...... Boy, what's in this basin......" Suddenly, the jailer's voice seemed to have been cut off by some force, and he hurriedly bent down and scooped up the thick stack of imperial coins in the basin and put it in his arms.

"Brother, can you help me clean that toilet?" Zhao Yuan said in a low voice.

"No problem!" said the jailer, smiling with a flattering expression.

"It's better to give me a clean quilt. ”

"This ......"

"The one just now was yours, these, you and that brother were divided. Zhao Yuan stuffed out the thick stack of imperial coins again.

"This ...... This ......" the jailer hesitated.

"Big brother, I still want some good wine and food, I have Brother Lao!"

Zhao Yuan saw that the jailer was still a little cowering, so he simply didn't do anything, smashed it with money, and immediately stuffed out a thick stack of imperial coins.

"Okay, you wait, I'll have to talk about it. ”

The jailer watched the stacks of imperial coins stuffed out, after all, he couldn't resist the temptation, swallowed his saliva fiercely, and stopped distributing food to the other prisoners, calling another jailer to the side, and the two muttered and discussed.

Finally, the two seemed to have reached a point, and at the same time walked to Zhao Yuan's door.

"The younger brother has just arrived, and he asked the two elder brothers to take care of him. At this time, Zhao Yuan had already let go of it, and another stack of thick imperial coins was stuffed out.

"Brother, if you need anything, you can say it, it's all wrapped up in us!" the two jailers patted their chests, looking like they were going to the soup and the fire.

"The two old brothers are really temperamental!"

Zhao Yuan saw that the attitude of the two of them improved, and he began to call him brother and brother again, knowing that the Dao Imperial Coins had played a role, he immediately stuffed another stack of Imperial Coins out of the Lu.

The two jailers were smashed by Zhao Yuan's stacks of imperial coins, and their faces were like blooming flowers, extremely brilliant.

Zhao Yuan naturally didn't know what to do, the place he was in now was the prison inside Tieling, and the cells that were usually idle were used as confinement rooms, and the prisoners who had been locked up here for a long time were all poor, these two jailers were usually busy, but they didn't have the slightest oil and water, and today they suddenly met a rich man like Zhao Yuan, who was not treated as a guest.

Sure enough, there is money that can make the devil grind.

The two jailers were extremely efficient, and in less than an hour, the overflowing toilet was cleared and replaced with a freshly closed toilet.

The damp bedding on the bed was replaced with a new set, and even a few rusty rice bowls covered with green mold were replaced with new ones.

Not to mention the meals, there are all kinds of chicken thighs, fruits, and soju, although it is not a big meal, but compared with the porridge steamed buns and pickled vegetables that exude a sour smell at the beginning, this is simply a yes, a hell on earth......

The two jailers were afraid that Zhao Yuan would be lonely, and they also moved a lot of books, and there were all kinds of wild history, romance, poetry, and spring palace pictures.

Now, the two jailers were almost waiting for Zhao Yuan as an ancestor, shushing the cold and asking for warmth, for fear that Zhao Yuan would have any discomfort. Of course, Zhao Yuan was not stingy, as long as the two jailers sent something, a large amount of imperial coins would be presented immediately.

"***, I want to close Lao Tzu's confinement, no way!"

Zhao Yuan bit the greasy chicken leg and poured himself a drink, laughing at Ha Lu Ha Da Lu.

Inside the cell, there was a mouth-watering smell of meat and wine, and in the darkness, there was a sound of swallowing saliva.

"Boy, throw a chicken leg over to satisfy your cravings!" a pair of eyes appeared from the opposite window, and a rough voice came.

"I don't know you. Zhao Yuan sneered, deliberately spilled some wine on the ground, and immediately, the entire cell was filled with a strong smell of wine.

"I'm Meng De...... Come on...... You won't be able to finish it anyway......" the guy begged with a smirk.

"Well, Mende, right. ”

"Yes, yes......" Meng De nodded hurriedly.

"Yes, the name sounds good, and then it goes. ”

Zhao Yuan's arm flicked slightly, the chicken leg flew out of the iron window, shot to the opposite iron window, immediately, a dirty hand poked out from behind the iron window, like lightning, grabbed the chicken leg tightly, when the hand grabbed the chicken leg, as if suddenly solidified, and then, there was a trembling, and then, behind the iron window, there was a whining cry, that cry, extremely tragic, heartbreaking.

"What are you doing?"

"I've almost forgotten the taste of meat...... Whining...... Delicious...... Delicious...... It's delicious...... Little brother...... Can you have some wine?"

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