Mysterious World, I Can Change My Destiny

Master Jianzheng's named disciple?

The autumn official on the sixth floor of the Sheji Building?

Ji Yuan raised his eyebrows, a little regretful.

Why is it that the masters and masters he attracts are all thin, shriveled or gray-haired old men?

Can't there be some female masters with peaks and waves, so that they can challenge their bottom line?

Slightly restraining the distracting thoughts, Ji Yuan handed over again:

"I don't know that the supervisor is a teacher, so what are the requirements?

The boy has a stubborn temperament and has always refused to accept discipline.

If you don't ask clearly first, I'm afraid you will bump into Lord Jianzheng. "

Seems to be a bit of a pushback?

Mr. Yi, who was sitting at the top, his face slightly condensed, and his stiff face squeezed out a few wrinkles:

"Ji Xiaoyou, Lord Jianzheng has accepted a total of six disciples,

Except for the left and right master books, the rest are exploring dragon veins in various prefectures and drawing mountains and rivers.

Usually there are no rules and regulations to abide by. After all, Lord Jianzheng stays on the ninth floor of the Sheji Building all year round, neither seeing guests nor going out.

Furthermore, Ji Xiaoyou, you are a named disciple,

It's just that there is a teacher-apprentice status, which is more relaxed.

The only thing to remember is that under the main gate of the prison,

None of them can interfere in the affairs of the court, especially the disputes of the state. "

Ji Yuan's eyes dropped, and he thought to himself:

"Why did Jianzheng suddenly accept himself as his apprentice?

If I say that my qi is strong and my qi is prosperous,

It's just a prime minister, and he is expected to be a king in the future.

There are also several similar powerful figures in the six true lineages of the arrogant species.

How can he impress a world-class leader like Jianzheng?

Don't interfere in the court, interfere in the country... I always feel that there is something in the words. "

Ji Yuan thought for a while, but couldn't find any clue.

After a while, he bowed slightly and cupped his hands:

"Thanks to the respect of the supervisor, the kid is willing to treat him with the respect of his teacher."

After countless thoughts went through his mind, Ji Yuan still did not refuse.

It's not that the Qin Tianjian gave too much.

the reason is simple.

First of all, the prison is the servant of the humerus that the saint relies on.

It belongs to a very thick thigh and can be used as a talisman at critical moments.

He beheaded Yang Xiu, and there would be no shortage of revenge and conspiracy from the Duke of Liang's government.

Must find a tiger skin to pull the banner.

Secondly, joining Qin Tianjian will not affect his future career, which is different from the situation of killing monks.

As for meddling in the imperial court and interfering in the country?

I am only a hundred households of the sixth grade, what confidence do I have to blend in?

Moreover, thinking of Prince Bai Hanzhang's noble luck enough to become a king and become an emperor, as well as his superficial wooing behavior.

Ji Yuan wished to stay away from these bad things, so as not to be involved again.

There are rumors in the market, that the five dragons are in the same dynasty, and they attack each other.

The prince's arrogance is so great, what should the sage, the king of Yan, the king of Huai, and the king of Ning be like?

Under the real dragon, there are four big dragons.

Fighting and biting each other, it must be a terrifying movement of thunder and lightning.

Once involved, can it really be safe and sound?

"Then from today onwards, you are a person in the Qin Tian prison.

Later, the old man will ask Jin Lanzhou to lead you to the register, and distribute the official robes and waist cards of Qiuguan.

By the way, Ji Xiaoyou, if you have any request, you can say it together. "

Mr. Yi seems to be satisfied, although he does not know why Lord Jianzheng suddenly thought about it and took the initiative to accept Ji Yuan as a named disciple.

From the results of the technique of observing qi, this young hundred households do not have spiritual roots.

Even if you are born with spiritual eyes, you can't absorb the inspiration, and you are destined to not be able to walk the road of qi training.

"The kid wants to ask, after joining the Qintian Prison, can I freely browse the many books in the Sheji Building?

I just heard the words of Mr. Yi, which sparked my strong interest in numerology. "

Ji Yuan's eyes showed sincerity, and there was no evasion.

"That's natural, the Sheji Building is divided into nine layers, according to the grades of Qi practitioners.

You are an autumn official on the sixth floor, and you can read any solitary miscellaneous books under the sixth rank. "

Mr. Yi replied sternly.

He didn't expect Ji Yuan, as a vulgar warrior who tempered his blood, to have a studious mind.

This persistence is not easy, and it is worthy of good cultivation.

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...

On both sides of the yamen of the Ministry of War, Fangzheng has a bronze statue of Huan.

This is the ninth son of the dragon, majestic and frightening.

Luo Long, dressed as a fourth-rank military attache, Heihu Buzi, sat in the back hall with a piece of tissue paper in his hand.

His face was sinking like water, his anger was like a surging undercurrent, even if he didn't show it, he still had a terrifying aura.

The one who sent the letter was a Yunying Tiqi, who was so frightened that he was in a cold sweat.

"Is this what your commander Ao gave to this official?"

Luo Long's pair of tiger eyes were round and round, and his palms let out energy.

The high-quality Xuanhua paper with the seal of Beizhen Fusi was instantly shattered.

"Reporting to Lord Luo, Commander Ao has given a message... This is not just what he meant, but also... what Governor Tan and Jiang Shangshu meant."

Yun Ying Tiqi seems to stutter when he speaks, but he is only at the level of foreign training, how can he resist the imposing pressure of a blood exchange expert.

"The commander-in-chief of the Five Armies! Minister of War!"

Luo Long's eyelids jumped and he looked at the open space in the courtyard of the back hall.

There was a stretcher covered with burlap.

"My second brother, Luo Meng, was originally an officer in the Military and Horse Division, but he died in Wannian County.

My third brother, Luo Lie, was not very promising. Relying on the shallow martial arts of Tongmai Second Realm, he hung out with a group of Jianghu people all day, and asked Tang Nu to pull him to the Cao Gang to make a small offering.

Now, before my second brother passed the first seven, the third brother was beheaded in public.

Those are all my siblings. They grew up together since childhood, and they call me the younger brother of 'Big Brother'!

Did he die without knowing it? Let your Beizhen Fusi splash dirty water? "

Luo Long suddenly stood up. He was of medium height, with a thick appearance and a beard like a steel needle.

A very standard military figure.

"Lord Luo, the Beizhen Fusi has been ordered to enforce the law, eradicate the evil, and the Cao Gang, the Salt Gang, and the third and a half of the church are the targets of serious blows.

The matter of your third brother... Please mourn and change. "

Yunying Tiqi reluctantly stated the original words of his commander, and beads of sweat fell on his forehead.

It seemed that standing in front of him was not a living person, but a huge oven with strong fire.

Terrifying qi and blood filled this spacious room like big rivers and waves.

"My condolences and change? Your brother died, can you pretend that nothing happened?"

Luo Long asked with a sneer.

"Reporting to Lord Luo, the youngest is an orphan without father and mother, let alone brothers and sisters."

The Yunying Tiqi answered seriously.

"roll!"

Luo Long was silent for a moment, and then shouted furiously.

The billowing air waves tore and swelled, like a gust of wind from the ground, overturning the honest Yunying Tiqi.

Under the staggering footsteps, the undeniably strong body was like a gourd, and he stumbled several somersaults in a row.

The head slammed heavily on the hard bluestone slab, making several openings, and the blood flowed like a stream.