My practice narration is weird

Ye Wuyou's cultivation talent is not ideal.

Otherwise, he would not have reached the first realm for many years. Now he can only use the last few connections of his dead father to seek a job for himself in the prison.

[Fuck you, you are not even willing to do a job with a monthly salary of three taels of silver. How can a mere prison guard be worthy of your status? You are in prison when you go to work and you are out of the office when you get off work. You are extremely dissatisfied with this and turn around and leave. You will be happy to travel around the world from now on.]

Don't bark, I am just a weak commoner. I work two days and rest two days without being exposed to the wind and sun. I am very satisfied, okay...

Ye Wuyou suppressed the tedious voice in his mind and looked around carefully.

The room was a little dim, and the simple wooden table was stained with a lot of oil stains that could not be wiped clean, engraved with the traces of time.

The man sitting in front of him was about forty years old, with a scar from his eyebrows to his nose. At this moment, he stretched out his finger to his mouth and licked it, then opened the yellowed envelope in his hand, and then looked at Ye Wuyou from time to time.

The uniform on his body showed his identity.

A jailer in Tianlao.

Time passed bit by bit, and the man licked the hand holding the letter again and again.

Looking at the other party's frowning brows, Ye Wuyou felt a little worried.

It's not that he was worried about anything else. After all, he had asked someone to talk to the other party before.

He was mainly worried about whether the other party could read.

He opened and read the letter before his father died. It was very short and it took less than a minute to read it.

Ye Wuyou glanced at it more.

Good guy, it seems that you hold the letter upside down.

Finally, with a light cough, the man finally put down the letter in his hand, then picked up a cup of hot tea on the oil table and took a sip slowly.

‘Puh’

After spitting out a mouthful of tea foam into the cup, the man finally spoke, with a subtle smile in his voice.

“Ye Wuyou, right? Come on, sit down, don’t be so reserved.”

But there is a chair under your butt.

“Your father, Ye Xiangsheng, was once my beloved friend, brother.”

My father is not Ye Xiangsheng... He is Ye Changsheng, although he is a little short-lived.

“Wuyou, do you understand what I mean?”

[Facing the man’s yin and yang question, you sneered three times, your eyes flashed coldly, and shouted, “Fuck your mother, a mere realm is worthy of challenging me? Today, you will cross the border with your mortal body to defeat the enemy]

Ye Wuyou skillfully ignored the voice in his mind.

I understand, how can I not understand?

You have to pay more.

Facing the man's question, Ye Wuyou put on a smile at the right time, then pretended to feel pain and fumbled in his arms for a long time, took out a small purse, and handed it to the other party with both hands.

"Sorry to bother you, sir. This is a small gift from the junior. Please don't refuse it."

As the purse entered his arms, the smile on the man's face finally became more sincere.

"Wuyou, your father and I are brothers, and I also treat you as my nephew. You can just call me Uncle Wang from now on."

"Uncle Wang, let me tell you first, don't think Uncle Wang is stingy. You should know that some things are difficult to do, especially for someone like you who is good-looking but has not reached the first realm at the age of nearly 20. It is difficult to make an exception."

"Uncle, I just took your money and helped you do your thing, don't hold a grudge."

[This old guy actually mocked your realm, how unreasonable, so what if you haven't reached the first realm at the age of 20, thirty years in the east and thirty years in the west, don't bully the poor young, there was a chat group leader who became an emperor in two years, and a Taoist who rode a cow entered the sky in one step. Today, I, Ye Wuyou, will ascend in broad daylight, enter the cave in the morning and know my fate in the evening]

Enough, enough... It's embarrassing.

It took a long time for Ye Wuyou to get the uniform.

Looking at himself in the turbid bronze mirror wearing a prison guard's uniform, Ye Wuyou scratched his head, it doesn't seem ugly?

But even so, he was still a little confused.

Will I have to spend the rest of my life in this prison?

No, I just landed here first and then make a long-term plan in the future.

At worst, I will copy poems...

[Copy? Can it be called copying for scholars? You laugh three times, turn around and write a masterpiece that will surely make this guy in front of you kneel down and worship]

Write a ball... The other party can't read.

Ye Wuyou is not a "local", but has traveled through time for several months.

There is no way, the previous life died of a serious illness, his father was called immortal but actually short-lived, and his mother died early.

After learning that this is a world with practitioners and that he traveled through time, his heart was naturally surging.

But after a few months, except for his handsome but useless face and his second brother who was majestic but had nowhere to show his talents, he has made no achievements in anything else.

Whether it is talent or family conditions, they are not up to standard.

Of course, the most important thing is that this so-called system can only bark like a dog.

Skills? Wealth? Talent?

None of them.

However, Ye Wuyou thinks that he has a good mentality, and he is not the kind of guy who cries and calls the system daddy every day.

It doesn't matter if he has it or not, but one thing is very important.

If people don't eat, they will die.

The foundation of the previous life was really too poor. Not to mention that he didn't know anything, he didn't know anything.

The father who has been a jailer for a lifetime has always wanted Ye Wuyou to enter the official career. In the words of his father before his death, people who practice cultivation can never fight as well as those who hold pens.

He took the exam for three consecutive years, but he didn't pass the exam, and he didn't have any skills. He died of illness first.

So Ye Wuyou didn't hesitate or struggle any more. Before he starved to death, he found a job for himself who knew nothing at the moment.

Tianlan City, Great Yan Country.

Prison guard.

"Wuyou, come outside. I'll take you to get familiar with the prison first. I don't know if your father has told you about it?"

Ye Wuyou shook his head at Uncle Wang.

His father didn't seem to think that being a prison guard was a good job and never mentioned it.

Walking out of the small room, Ye Wuyou's expression was slightly condensed. This was the first time he had taken a serious look at the interior of the so-called prison.

There were enough candlelight in the long and narrow corridor, but it still couldn't stop the gloomy darkness in the prison.

Not far behind him was the entrance to the prison. It was usually not closed, but there was a mottled bluestone giant door on the top.

Ye Wuyou just took a rough look and felt that it must be a thousand pounds heavy?

It felt like it was almost as heavy as an ordinary city gate.

Inside the Tianlao, rows of cells were distributed on both sides of the corridor. What was somewhat unexpected was that the people in the cages seemed different from the prisoners he had imagined.

There were a few cells that were even unusually clean and tidy, and most of the people inside looked calm. When they saw Ye Wuyou and the others coming, they didn't even raise their eyelids.

Uncle Wang was used to it, but he also knew that Ye Wuyou was confused, so he simply asked.

"Yes, do you know what is the difference between the Tianlao and the cells in those government offices?"

Ye Wuyou thought about it and responded with a little doubt.

"In the entire Great Yan Kingdom, only the Imperial City and Tianlan City have established Tianlao. The rest of the states and prefectures have not established Tianlao... My nephew is not very knowledgeable, and he only knows this from books."

"That's right, Tianlao, ordinary prisoners can't even enter. For ordinary thieves, that's the government's business. They don't need to be sent to Tianlao after being caught."

Uncle Wang smiled, then led Ye Wuyou to the side slightly away from the cells, pointing at those cells.

"Those imprisoned on this floor were once put outside. They are more or less dignitaries or wealthy people. Some cases are difficult to judge and release. Do you understand?"

"I understand."

Ye Wuyou thought about it and asked in a low voice.

"Are there any royal relatives here?"

Uncle Wang was stunned, then laughed and said.

"You think very carefully, but there are none for the time being."

As he said, Uncle Wang took Ye Wuyou and pushed open a stone door on the wall in front of him.

The jailer at the door glanced at the two of them, and when he saw Ye Wuyou, he frowned, but did not speak.

To be honest, when Ye Wuyou saw the huge stone door being pushed open by Uncle Wang, he was really shocked.

Fortunately, Ye Wuyou then found that the stone door was not closed, but only half-closed, and there was a mechanism on one side.

"The second floor is below, I won't take you down, the prisoners below are real prisoners, and there are many murderous and spiritual guys among them."

"The area you will be responsible for in the future is only the first floor. If there is no emergency, you will not go to the other floors."

Ye Wuyou heard it and asked in confusion.

"What is an emergency?"

"Emergency? Prison break, riot, or prisoner escape, if you insist, the collapse of the prison is also considered hahaha."

Uncle Wang was in a good mood and made a joke.

After all, he was a newcomer, and Ye Wuyou looked a little nervous after hearing this.

Uncle Wang patted his shoulder and said cheerfully.

"Don't worry, it's very safe here. I've been doing this for more than 30 years and nothing has ever happened."

After saying this, Uncle Wang walked alone towards the second underground floor.

The stone door closed little by little, and his figure disappeared into the darkness.