Mysterious World, I Can Change My Destiny

"This commander has a strong taste and likes red soup. Well, this bowl of sauce has a distinct taste. You are also a gluttonous eater?"

Ao Jing took the thinly sliced ​​meat with chopsticks, put it in the sauce dish and rolled it twice.

Maitreya's Buddha-like smile relaxed, revealing a contented look.

No wonder he has a white destiny [Desire of Food].

"In front of the commander, who is qualified to say something old gluttonous."

Ji Yuan was very modest, raised his hand and served a plate of thinly sliced ​​mutton with a delicate knife, with clear texture inside and extremely high quality.

"There are many kinds of lamb, lamb ribs are chewy, lamb shanks are tender and juicy.

But the most tricky and most satisfying thing is the neck of the sheep. "

Ao Jing's eyes lit up, and he seemed to be interested, and quickly asked:

"What can you say?"

He looked at the plate, and the slices of meat were smooth and flat, spread out in circles.

As if the petals are stretched, it is really beautiful.

Just the word "color" makes people move their index fingers.

"First of all, the lamb neck is delicate and tender, with a layer of grease on it, like smooth milk, it tastes delicious whether it is cold or hot.

Secondly, this plate of meat is hard to come by, too small sheep can't be used, and too old sheep can't be used.

The ram is too firm and the taste is inferior. Only the ewes weighing three or four pounds are the best. "

Ji Yuan does what he likes, speaks well, and is engaging.

"It's even more troublesome to do, first soak it in water and touch it for about half an hour to remove the blood and taint.

Then cook again, it should not be too long, take it out and let it dry for a while, cover with a layer of gauze to keep the meat tender.

So paired with a bowl of Yangchun noodles, or dipped in vinegar and garlic sauce, it is a must. "

Ao Jing couldn't stop nodding as his throat rolled.

The look in Ji Yuan's eyes was completely different, and there was a feeling of surprise when he met his confidant.

The so-called gluttonous food not only has to be delicious, but also has to know how to eat.

If you only focus on feasting, and do not avoid meat and vegetarian food, it is called a rice bucket.

"That's true! It's soft and tender when eaten cold, and delicious when eaten hot!

Well, I don't see how young you are, but you are quite proficient in the way of eating! "

Ao Jing tried two different ways of eating and was greatly impressed.

"Commander Ao... a little off topic."

Seeing that Ao Jing and Ji Yuan were chatting happily, Qin Wugou, who was sitting beside him, had mixed feelings in his heart, and had an inexplicable sense of sight.

She seemed to think of something, her eyes flickered twice, and her earlobes climbed a little red.

"Oh, next time we will talk about this again, where did you just say? Duke Liang and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

Ao Jing waved his hand, a little unfulfilled, put away Tan Xing.

Is this the grandpa?

Qin Wugou still pretended to be cold and glamorous, but her lips pursed unconsciously.

"The commander must also know that I was born in a military household in Liaodong and lived in the military village for a period of time.

I am more attentive to the movement of the border, and I often call up some files to look at.

In particular, it is rumored that I am the second Zong Pingnan, so I have some understanding of the various deeds of the general Zong of Zhaoyao Mountain. "

Ji Yuan put a piece of mutton neck into the clear soup and walked around for a while before chewing it carefully.

"In the past few years, the border has been in a hurry, and the remnants of Baiman have repeatedly invaded, which has led to an increase in the number of troops recruited every year, and an increase in the transportation of grain and salaries.

But we all know in our hearts that after the sage stopped coming to court, he couldn't hold back Chong Xungui and became increasingly domineering.

There is no lack of greed for empty wages, self-respect for pirates, and killing good people and taking credit.

I remember that Heilongtai reported a few times. At that time, a servant was dismissed, two Marquis Marquis titles were taken away, and four generals were beheaded in a row. "

Ao Jing nodded, his brows gradually tightened.

He had some impressions of the big case.

About five years ago, there was a mutiny at Shuofengguan.

The reason is that Shangguan deducted the army's pay and whipped the lower-level soldiers who took the lead to demand.

During this period, the foreign minions penetrated into the customs, adding fuel to the fire, resulting in the follow-up out of control.

Fortunately, Heilongtai noticed it in time, and stepped up its message. In addition, the Qin Tianjian inspected that the qi had changed.

The East Palace immediately issued an order, and the King of Yan led his troops to attack Shuofeng Pass, forcing the Anger Zun Tianxuan back.

Homeopathy completed a major cleansing with extremely bloody and violent means.

Afterwards, the prince was furious, and he settled the accounts after the autumn.

The East Palace issued several decrees in succession, which shocked all the officials of the court.

"The Shuofengguan blood case five years ago, plus the battle between the cabinet and the nobles caused by Zong Pingnan's alone against the Duke of Liang's government nineteen years ago.

Through these two incidents, the prince could see clearly that the servants of the Dragon, headed by the Duke of Liang, and the four lords and eight generals of the nine sides, had already shown a tendency to be too big. "

Ji Yuan's young and stern face was hidden by the smoke from the copper pot of the stove.

It became a little illusory and a little more quiet.

Qin Wugou had already put down his chopsticks and supported his pointed chin with one hand.

Listen quietly, eyes flashing with brilliance.

Ji Yuan at this time has a different style than his masculine appearance.

"This can be seen from the fact that the East Palace began to intervene in the appointment and dismissal of the nine-sided generals.

In addition to the opening of the Ministry of War, the prince also set up the commander's office of the five armies to restrain him. "

Having said this, Ji Yuan paused for a while and seemed to be a little emotional.

"From this, it can be seen that His Royal Highness's mind is set. Tan Wenying is the well-known party of King Yan, while Jiang Guichuan of the Ministry of War firmly supports the East Palace.

However, because the disciples of Duke Liang's former officials were intertwined, occupying almost half of the military department, Jiang Shangshu couldn't hold back.

Therefore, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was extremely bold and used Tan Wenying, who was the great master of martial arts and guarded Shuofeng Pass for more than ten years, without caring whether or not King Yan would gain power.

This courage and vision are admirable. "

Ao Jing eats more and more slowly. He has been immersed in martial arts practice all the year round, and he is not concerned about the disturbance in the court.

But in a high position, the undercurrent under the river is turbulent, and you can always feel it.

In the past few years, the East Palace has cultivated several elite soldiers.

For example, Wang Zhongdao, who is currently in charge of Fei Xiongwei, and Jiang Yingwu, who came from a family of generals.

It is obvious that he wants to replace the old with the new and replace the old servants from Long.

But those princes and princes, who have been in the army for half their lives, how could they easily let go of power?

They seem to have retreated, but they support their direct line, parent and child.

In the long run, who will be respected among the millions of troops?

What if the military generals at the border only know the princes and not the court?

"So, you are sure that the East Palace will disregard Duke Liang's face and choose to protect the person.

His Royal Highness wanted to use Bian Guan Xungui to operate, but this thought was suppressed for a long time.

According to what you said, you started planning from the first year of monitoring the country?

This vision..."

Ao Jing's eyes narrowed, and he turned to look at the young Baihu who was sitting across from him.

While admiring the prince's methods, he couldn't help but marvel at Ji Yuan's keen insight.

Only through the internal files of Heilongtai, we can judge the general trend of the court and the intention of the East Palace hidden in the depths.

Unexpectedly, this kid is still a talent who has been involved in Nanya!

"Actually, I'm not sure, after all, I've only met His Royal Highness once, so I can't figure out his temperament.

But from an intuition, I think the world that His Highness sees is wider than that of ordinary people.

Party competition, scramble for succession, high position... are not the most important, they are placed first.

Otherwise, he would not have reused Tan Wenying, nor would he have handed over a guard army to King Yan for no reason, nor would he have persuaded Duke Liang to let Zong Pingnan go. "

Ji Yuan tapped his fingers on the table and thought carefully.

He always remembered Bai Hanzhang's fate, which was called "Dragon Dance Head".

What do you mean by that?

Ji Yuan deliberately read Yuan Tiangang's decree, which records.

In the ninth chapter of the Classic of Trigrams, the group of dragons has no head, and all the six lines move.

It refers to the ancient times when everyone had holiness.

It is for the sun and for the dragons.

Those without a head are the most powerful.

Therefore, it is the hexagram of good luck.

But replacing the word "wu" with the word "dance" has a completely different meaning.

The group of dragons sees their heads, dances for nine days, and guards them.

According to this interpretation, Bai Hanzhang is the one who subdued the dragons.

Of the forty-six fates, three of them are [Outer Sage and Inner King], [Ordered by Heaven], and [Lord of the People].

There is no doubt that in the future, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will be a Ming Jun and a Holy Monarch who will be remembered in the history books.

Therefore, Ji Yuan has a 30-40% certainty.

Bai Hanzhang may not necessarily win over Liang Guogong and put pressure on Beizhen Fusi.

Moreover, his pair of "spiritual eyes" can search for the minions of the evil gods outside the territory, which is temporarily irreplaceable.

It is also the named disciple of the Qintian Superintendent, plus the identity of Hundred Households in Heilongtai.

All kinds of factors made it together, Ji Yuan forcibly broke into the strength of the name of the patrol camp to kill.

"You have a deep mind, and you are not a reckless man who draws a knife and kills people with anger and anger."

After Ao Jing finished eating a piece of boiled radish, he wiped his mouth.

"It's complementary to Wugou's temperament. In my opinion, just find a good day and auspicious day and get married?"

Before he finished speaking, the majestic body like a mountain of flesh was knocked out with a bang.

"You haven't finished eating yet, don't overturn the table."

Ji Yuan did not have the slightest sympathy for what happened to Commander Ao.

As if he hadn't heard it, he put down his chopsticks and picked up the cooked meatballs and fish fillets.

After I was half full, I slowed down.

"If Liang Guogong insists on going to Beijing and wants to take your life, what should we do? The Beizhen Fusi will definitely not be able to stop him."

After driving away the nonsense commander Ao, Qin Wugou returned to his seat.

In the blink of an eye, there was a bit of worry.

"Naturally it's a fight with a knife."

Ji Yuan replied calmly.

It seemed that he didn't take it to heart at all.

"That is a military master, and the weight of killing may not be much worse than the world's top on the Mountains and Rivers list!"

Qin Wugou seemed to be so angry that he laughed.

"What about the master? Even if the saint wants to kill me, he can't sit still!"

Ji Yuan's eyes are deep and his tone is firm.

"Your words are outrageous, don't you hear that since ancient times, when a monarch wanted his minister to die, his minister had to die.

Thinking about it carefully, you are still too impulsive to kill Yuan Bo..."

Qin Wugou snorted lightly, the corners of his eyes and brows were still a little sad.

"What I have done, I have never regretted anything."

Ji Yuan gazed through the smoke of the copper furnace and turned his eyes toward him.

"There has never been less use of the strong to bully the weak and to oppress people with power.

It was in the past, it is now, and it will be in the future!

The power of one person cannot change the world.

I understand this very well.

When I was a child, I often heard my second uncle talk about how to practice martial arts and build courage, and practice martial arts to increase courage.

From the broken courtyard of Tai'anfang to the Hall of Martial Arts, to the Fusi of Beizhen and the paddock of Xishan... No matter where you go or who you meet in the future.

Ji Mou has only one wish in his life, never yield to his heart!

This is my ambition and courage to practice martial arts! "

Qin Wugou was stunned for a moment, then stared blankly at that stern face.

The eyes are like spring water, sparkling.

These remarks are not impassioned, proud.

Compared with those who will take over the world at once, and be honored with the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households,

As well as the Confucian scholars who established their lives for the people and created peace for all ages.

Simply boring.

But in the eyes of the female thousand households, it is like a fire, like a thunderstorm, and has an unparalleled courage.

That arrogant air was about to rise into the sky.

"You enemy... used to say these big things."

Qin Wugou seemed to soften, and it was rare to show a little girlishness.

"If Duke Liang really breaks into the Beiya, I will go and ask for grandpa.

He recognized his master as his righteous daughter, and she could be regarded as my master. "

Ji Yuan shook his head, noncommittal.

The "Grandpa Ying" mentioned in Qin Qian's account should be the Heilongtai superintendent who retreats and protects the saints.

A famous master on the Mountains and Rivers list.

Can't move easily.

"When martial arts are low, there is not much you can do. Only by making a strong fist can you truly be unyielding."

Ji Yuan once again deeply realized that the power and wealth in the world are like a big net.

Either torn apart and unfettered, or submissive and trapped by it.

Even if he didn't kill Yuan Bo, the Duke of Liang's government would continue to take the initiative to provoke him.

Sooner or later this day will come.

Just look at the city of Tianjing at the foot of the saint.

Who is the loudest.

...

...

The blood-colored setting sun hangs down the mountainside, illuminating the grass and trees all red.

An extremely wide and extravagant jade chariot traverses the mountains in the wild, and below it are eight mighty warriors who have changed their blood.

Lifted smoothly, without any bumps.

There are three hundred cavalry in front and back, all of them are strong and sharp.

Qi and blood were linked together, forming a fierce and fierce light like a dark cloud.

This extraordinary and mighty team is like a marching army.

It doesn't make any noise, but it's very fast.

Over the mountains and mountains, like walking on the ground.

However, after half a day, from Jingzhou, the famous capital, it was about to arrive at the heroic city that covered more than 800 miles.

"After all, I'm getting old. In the past, there should be the sound of gongs and drums from a hundred miles away, cleaning the streets, dispersing the people, and welcoming the Duke into the city."

The burly old man in a thick fur coat seemed to be talking to himself.

Between the wrinkled brows, there was a lingering bluish-black evil spirit, as if raising his eyes.

He is not sitting alone on the jade chariot, the outer layer covered by three layers of red satin, and a middle-aged monk in a bright yellow robe knelt on it, bowing his head and chanting.

"Why do you need to worry about the grandfather of the country? Before the sage went to retreat, he had written the rules into the big letter. All princes, princes, and ministers should travel in a simple manner, and they should not be ostentatious or extravagant, so as not to disturb the people."

common people?

Just grass.

The burly old man twitched the corners of his mouth, but he didn't say anything, and instead said:

"Xuanming, I heard that you have been practicing meditation for ten years, and you can't get a single thought, purify your troubles, and it is a state of great concentration.

How is it compared to the Angry King Kong Yinkong of the Hanging Temple? "

The middle-aged monk put his hands together and shook his head:

"Naturally, it's a long way off. The first Dharma body of Yinkong to cultivate the dragon-like prajna, and to understand the Buddha's mind that the general trend is coming.

Regardless of the Dharma, or the realm, they all reach the pinnacle.

There are few great masters in the world who will be his opponents.

And the poor monk is no more than a monk who preaches scriptures in the Xuankong Temple. "

The burly old man seemed to be a little disappointed, closed his eyes gently, and said bluntly:

"You bald donkeys, you are used to talking and playing tricks, leaving a little leeway in everything. It's the most boring."

The middle-aged monk is very well-mannered. Even if he is called a "bald donkey", he is not annoyed, and chuckles:

"The grandfather of the country has gone the way of a military family who has succeeded in dying. Everything is taken from killing, and it is normal to look down on Buddhism."

The burly old man leaned into the large chair, was silent for a while, and then asked again:

"It is rumored that the abbots of Huangjue Temple's past dynasties are very accurate, is it true?"

The middle-aged monk pondered a little, and said softly:

"It is said that when the sage of Jingchao was not yet prosperous, he shaved his hair and became a novice in Huangjue Temple.

One day, the abbot saw him and concluded that the saint had a noble appearance and was the master of the human being.

Give him martial arts..."

The burly old man sneered and said impatiently:

"It's all bullshit, what a mess.

The sage told me personally that he was almost expelled from the mountain gate because he stole punching from the monks of Huangjue Temple.

I was repeatedly made difficult by the monks in the room, and I couldn’t get enough to eat, so I went down the mountain to seek alms and joined the rebel army…”

The middle-aged monk smiled dumbly and said lightly:

"So most of the rumors are false and should not be taken as true.

However, the poor monk did listen to the first lectures in the temple. The abbots of the Huangjue Temple in all dynasties cultivated the body of the inanimate Buddha in the future. "

The burly old man sighed softly, his eyes flickered, as if electric light rolled by.

He gradually sat up, like a tiger standing in the mountains.

The extremely majestic blood scoured the skin, supporting the tyrannical muscles and bones that seemed to weigh 10,000 kilograms.

"Back then, the saint went to Huangjue Temple before retreating.

This gentleman walked with him and met the old monk during the period.

He talked about Buddhism for a long time, persuaded my master to kill less and slaughter less cities, and finally dawdled for a long time, choking out three words.

It is an evil prophecy! It's called 'wolves eat sheep'.

Claiming not to break this game, and then re-entering the capital, may lead to disaster.

This gentleman thought hard for a long time, but could not understand the meaning.

A few years later, by chance, I met a wolf cub.

I don't know if it was God's will, or if the old monk was really accurate.

That little brat is indeed the appearance of 'Wolf Gu'.

The wolf eats the sheep, the wolf eats the Yang, hahaha. "

The happy laughter resounded through the official road, like a rumbling thunder.

The eight chariot-riding warriors, who had successfully changed their blood, seemed to be carrying a mountain on their shoulders, and they were almost overwhelmed.

The middle-aged monk lowered his eyebrows to pleasing his eyes, thought carefully for a moment, and asked with doubts in his eyes:

"If Yang Xiu is a wolf, why would the grandfather of the country accept him as his adopted son?"

The burly old man's chest seemed to be completely gone, his snow-white eyebrows were raised, and he said slowly:

"If the wolf is just a young wolf, how can it eat this old sheep.

This gentleman intends to cultivate well, and waits for the wolf to take care of him, and his anger becomes stronger and stronger, before he starts.

Who would have thought that the Liaodong Mud Legs had been made for my husband in advance.

Although it broke the dead end, it also broke the big thing.

This gentleman... has long planned to marry Ping'er and Yang Xiu.

If you are pregnant with a son, you will be able to take over the government in the future. "

The middle-aged monk suddenly realized, recited the Buddha's name, nodded and said:

"The wolf originally eats the sheep, but it is eaten by the eagle.

Ji Yuan is like a great favor to the Duke, but as the saying goes, if a great favor becomes a deep hatred, he really deserves to die.

No wonder, no wonder. "

The burly old man nodded heavily, like a dozing tiger awakening, and his momentum increased every moment.

"The dead end has been broken, and the wolf has no more care, and this gentleman does not want to live in the mountains anymore."

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ps: 5,000 words, it's a bit slower to write, but it's better~

ps2: I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep~