I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

Spring is cold.

The wind blew across the street, bringing a choking smell of cinders.

Pedestrians all covered their mouths and noses and walked in a hurry. According to the imperial doctor of the imperial hospital, inhaling too much smoke would damage the kidney qi and hinder offspring. They had to take pills sold by the imperial court to cure them.

"This dog's way of life is so dark that the hospital is too dark!"

Boss Hu of Dongsheng Grain Shop spat, tightened his new-style narrow-sleeved brocade robe, held his nose and opened the tavern curtain.

The melodious and melodious sound of the pipa, the thick and high-pitched singing voice of the blind man, the narration of guests with a southern accent and a northern accent, the creaking of tables and chairs, and the sound of wine glasses colliding, all mixed together into the ears.

Inside and outside the door curtain, there are two worlds in a trance, suddenly changing from quiet and deserted to noisy and lively.

"Boss Hu, I haven't come for a while."

Bai Shiyu bowed to invite him in, and said with a smile, "It's full today, why don't you share a table with Mr. Xu?"

Boss Hu and Boss Xu were already acquainted with each other, they bowed their hands to say hello and agreed to join the table, ordered a jug of wine and two dishes, picked up the newspaper on the table and glanced at it.

"Hey, the court has won another battle?"

"Let's congratulate Boss Hu in advance, you are looking to make a lot of money."

Boss Xu said: "The imperial court smashed Xuan Kingdom's northern defense line and captured 100,000 prisoners. It is said that they will be reduced to criminals and used to fill the workshop."

"That's a good thing, I'll buy a few too, we people are becoming more and more disobedient."

Boss Hu finished reading the newspaper, and enviously said: "Let's just eat a corner soup here. In the future, the products of the workshop can be sold to Xuanguo without paying taxes, and they will make a lot of money again!"

Sitting next to him was an old rich man. His ancestors were officials for eight generations, but he only had money when he arrived. Hearing this, he snorted coldly.

"I just hope that the Chimeng can make a fuss and make those little bastards suffer!"

"Mr. Cui, you must avoid talking about state affairs!"

Bai Shiyu clasped the wooden plaque on the table, cupped his hands and said, "Nowadays, the limelight is tight, and the imperial court is investigating the remnants of the Red League every day. Please bear with me."

Boss Hu laughed and said, "In the entire capital, only this tavern can talk casually. We dare not talk about it in other places."

There is a tavern in the capital that has been in operation for three years, and it has become a well-known place for entertainment. All the rich and famous come to gain knowledge.

Good wine, good food, good music.

This can only satisfy people's appetite and speak freely, but it can make people feel comfortable from the inside out.

Mr. Xu's ancestral land of several thousand acres provides cotton and linen for the cloth shop, and he is worried: "This red alliance is in trouble every day, and the remaining evils can't be caught. Today, the east is wiped out, and tomorrow there is another group in the west. Will it happen?" Something big happened?"

Bai Shiyu was busy greeting the guests, his feet never touching the ground, but his ears were perked up to listen to the guests' discussions.

The tavern is the only place where the Red League can be clearly stated. The city inspectors, the Beijing government office, the soldiers and horses department, and even the secret agents of the imperial court have come to investigate openly and unannounced, and have never found the remaining evil accomplices.

That being the case, it's just selling shopkeeper Sun's face, the martial arts master knows best about the tyrannical court!

"The Chimeng League is just a disease of slenderness. Have you ever seen a successful rebellion by mudlegs?"

Mr. Cui's family has a long history and belongs to a branch of a thousand-year-old family. He said: "It's really a change of dynasties, and they are just pioneers for the king. It has to be people like us!"

Bai Shiyu happened to come over to refill the wine, and asked intentionally or unintentionally: "You are a master of history, do you know why?"

Mr. Cui pointed to his head: "Here, it's different!"

"That makes sense."

Bai Shiyu changed the subject with a smile: "What you said is interesting, it's just that our Great Zhou has a strong army and a sword pointing at the world. It doesn't look like the end of the dynasty!"

In recent years, with the help of artillery, Dazhou swept across the countries of Yunzhou, and Yixue was ashamed of being besieged by the coalition forces back then.

Yunzhou is invincible, with a tyrannical front, coupled with the dumping of machine creations.

The imperial court and the workshop owners became richer and richer, and the wages of workers also increased accordingly, from eight hours to ten hours.

The domestic people are not enough to consume, so they plunder the population from the surrounding countries to ensure that the machine runs day and night. Da Zhou, whose machines have been developed for a hundred years, is like an awakened gluttonous beast, and begins to devour everything without restraint.

"The imperial court is naturally prosperous..."

Mr. Cui was stunned for a moment. Even if the old fortune abandoned by the times was compared with the description in ancient books, he still had to admit that the imperial court had the tendency to swallow the world.

"We can't understand this world!"

The tone is slightly sad, and what he has been proud of all his life is bumping into walls everywhere in the face of the new era.

The side branch of the Cui family is not like the background of the main family. The thousand acres of fertile land in the family barely maintains the dignity of the ancestors. If it really falls apart one day, it will have to add a lot of blood to the machine in order to eat and drink!

in front of the counter.

Zhou Yi listened to all directions, and what all the guests said fell into his ears verbatim.

From time to time, when guests came to say hello, they put down their scripts and chatted for a while, regardless of what they said at the beginning, they would eventually turn to the imperial court, machines, and the Red League.

The first two are the trend of the times, and they are invincible, while the latter is obviously becoming more and more banned.

At this time.

Two figures came in from outside the door, an old man in white robe, Jin Cheng, and a guard in black followed behind with a sword.

The voice in the tavern stagnated, and then there was a loud discussion. Just looking at the clothes, they are not people from the Great Zhou Dynasty. Among them, some well-informed people said they came from outside Yunzhou.

Jin Cheng came to the counter, put his right hand on his chest, and bowed to salute.

"Gold God, is there any room available?"

"Of course there are."

Zhou Yi smiled and nodded, and ordered: "Xiaobai takes the guests to the second floor, so that I can serve you."

After a while.

Bai Shiyu returned to the counter and said, "Does the shopkeeper know their background?"

Zhou Yi said: "One hundred thousand mountains, Moyun City."

"Moyun City was called in ancient times, and now it is the city of God. It is rumored that it echoes Xianjing from afar."

Bai Shiyu glanced around and lowered his voice: "On the surface, this Jincheng is the envoy of the Kingdom of God in Dazhou, but it is actually a conspiracy machine. I bought a lot of parts from me, and even wanted to steal the blueprint of the machine!"

Zhou Yi pondered for a moment, and asked: "All the halls of the Red League are all over the Great Zhou, and they have been in contact with the machines. Haven't you figured it out all these years?"

"It's difficult, I only know the surface."

Bai Shiyu shook his head and said, "The imperial court takes strict precautions against the machines. Anyone who dares to spy on them is guilty of complicity. Besides, we hate the machines. We wish we could smash them all, just like we used to plow the fields and weave cloth!"

Zhou Yi asked: "Has the machine changed a lot in recent years?"

"It seems to be getting more sophisticated and more widely used, but the changes are not big."

Bai Shiyu sneered and said: "Since the death of Taizu Zhou, the imperial court has been dependent on and afraid of machines. They only want to squeeze the blood and sweat of the people, but the development of machines is far inferior to before."

Zhou Yi nodded slightly. Human nature is like this. After all, it is the emerging class that was promoted behind the scenes, and quickly fell into the comfort zone without competitors.

Dazhou's machines started with high technology and were strongly promoted by the emperor. It happened that a hundred and twenty years had passed before the train was just developed.

"We need a catfish to stir up the situation in Yunzhou!"