Mysterious World, I Can Change My Destiny

County horse? Consort?

"In that case, Lao Na's predecessor, Jiulang, thanked Lord Luo Shi.

It's just that he is fifteen years old and has not yet reached the crown, so it is too early to talk about marriage. "

The killing monk smiled bitterly.

This empress, who is not from a famous family, has been a matchmaker in her life.

From the crown prince and the king of Yan, to several old princes and generals.

Whether marrying the main wife, or continuing the side room, or even the sage concubine, she is all in charge.

"So young and promising, it's best to settle early.

Who is the man of the past, who didn't start a family first and then start a career?

Even if the woman is three, four, five or six years old, it doesn't matter. My sister will be more hurtful, not more arrogant than that arrogant little girl.

I still remember when Chongba and I were newly married, and within a few days he led the army to the expedition..."

Empress Luo, like an ordinary woman, muttered in pieces.

The killing monk listened silently, and the prince invited him into the palace to teach the Fa.

I want to unravel the knot of my mother's heart and delay the time when the oil is exhausted.

In fact, some of them went to the hospital in a hurry.

How does manpower reverse life expectancy?

That is the ability of the ancient gods and magic cubes.

Now that even the underworld has fallen into disbelief, how can you continue to live without dying!

Empress Luo is the source of deficiency, plus the loss of Qi.

Even if there is a magical elixir, there is no way to return to the sky.

Unless the pilgrim pilgrim successfully exits the customs and ranks among the Immortals and Buddhas.

Unleash great magical powers to reverse time.

Otherwise, life is exhausted and irreparable!

"Master Luo Shi and rest in peace, Lao Na will stay in Tianjing for a while.

If you are free, you will enter the palace to see you, recite the scriptures for you, and pray for your health. "

The killing monk said with drooping eyelids and bowing his head.

"Master, you can come alone, talk to the old lady, and you don't have to spend hard work for a dying person."

Empress Luo seemed to be tired and a little sleepy, and said in a light voice:

"My son Hanzhang is full of filial piety, and I couldn't bear to see me lingering on the sick bed, so I pleaded many times just now.

If there is anything that makes him difficult for the master, please don't blame it for the sake of the old lady. "

The killing monk got up and said:

"Lord Luo Shi is serious, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is gracious and honest, polite and virtuous, and has the air of a wise monarch.

After the sage has successfully left the customs, it is said that he is the eldest son, who can protect the Jing Dynasty for five hundred years. "

In fact, he didn't want to deal with Bai Hanzhang too much.

There is no reason for him.

The prince of the Jing Dynasty was so powerful that he was unparalleled in the world.

If not the old monk is a Buddhist master and has a profound practice.

I am afraid that the fortune will also be suppressed, giving birth to the illusion of a bit of heaven and mighty mighty trance.

"Master Linji, remember to bring your apprentice here and show me how it looks like."

Empress Luo smiled and seemed quite happy.

After all, who's parents wouldn't like others to praise their children as promising?

"Lord Luo Shi is good to live and will be raised, the harem is important, the old man should not stay for a long time and leave."

The killing monk bowed his head and recited the Buddha's name again.

"Master, walk slowly, sigh, the eldest is filial, and the second is also good-natured. It's finally become a family. I just hope that we will not be separated in the future."

Empress Luo nodded, supported by two palace maids, and turned back to the rear of the palace.

"All beings drown in a sea of ​​misery."

The killing monk sighed softly.

Heaven is also no different from ordinary people.

Half of his life, he was busy for himself, and half his life was worried about the family business of his children and grandchildren.

It can be said that the world is like a house on fire, all suffering.

...

...

In the inner city, a big house in Xuanwumen.

The courtyard was deserted, and there were few voices.

The original official residence is now overgrown with weeds.

In the dark corner, there are also insects and rats running, like an abandoned courtyard.

Passing through the corridor, in the dimly lit room, a strong smell of alcohol was smoky.

Meng Changhe was lying on the table drunk, seemingly awake.

There are many empty jars piled up at the feet, and the table is a mess of leftovers.

In a daze, he seemed to hear a small noise from outside.

His voice was intermittent, and if it wasn't for his five senses being sharp, he might not have been able to catch it.

"Master is drinking heavily all day, and I don't know when it will be a head. We used to say that I was an errand in Meng Qianhu's house, and they gave me some face. Now..."

"It's hard to count on, haven't you heard the rumors of the Beizhen Fusi? That Liaodong mud-legged man was walking on the sky, and next to the commander's goddaughter."

"Little white face! It's not a skill to eat by looks! It's just... our master seems to be too?"

"In comparison, it still loses. Our master married a silly girl, and that muddy slept was a thousand households in Beizhen Fusi. Hehe, the yamen is majestic in the daytime, and the gentleman serves the men in the evening, that's the taste... "

"According to what you said, Master won't be able to turn over in this life!"

"I think it's difficult."

"..."

"Good killer!"

Meng Changhe's eyes widened, and most of the drunkenness disappeared immediately.

The sinister face twitched tightly, and anger rose in his chest.

He immediately wanted to step out the door and punch the two dog minions who were talking behind their backs.

However, he sat up straight and took a deep breath.

However, I felt like the river was turning upside down in my stomach, and there was a strong urge to vomit.

The tyrannical body that had been exchanged for six times turned out to be like being emptied, and couldn't raise much energy.

"How could this be?"

Meng Changhe was stunned for a moment. He had previously been able to tear apart tigers and leopards with one hand and wrestle with Dajiao.

Qi and blood martial arts, arrived at the three realms.

After the essence and qi of the world, the tendons and the marrow were washed, it was almost reborn.

Its marrow is like frost, its blood is like plasma.

Life is so powerful that it can be called the unity of spirit and flesh.

"Just wine... how can you hurt me?"

A trace of surprise flashed across Meng Changhe's face, as if he couldn't believe it.

He put his hands on the table, propping up his unrecovered strong body.

He walked to the bronze mirror in the house and looked at the sloppy man with disheveled hair inside.

The brocade clothes were stained with oil, and the jade crown with the hair tied to the side.

The cheeks are sunken, the eyes are dull, and the complexion is haggard, like some down-and-out idler.

There is absolutely no arrogance in the past, and the power in all directions.

"Ki Kuro...you hurt me!"

Meng Changhe sat down on the bed, gritted his teeth and wanted to say a few harsh words.

But on second thought, that Liaodong mud leg is now backed by the East Palace, which is deeply valued by the Crown Prince.

Even if he kills the guest of the imperial government with one knife and commits a heinous crime, he is still alive and kicking.

"If Duke Liang can't cook, what can I do?"

Meng Changhe shook his head and laughed at himself.

In the past, he could have regarded Ji Yuan as an enemy of life and death.

Grit your teeth, accumulate strength, and wait for an opportunity to retaliate.

From Meng Sangou in Nanhe Prefecture to an apprentice in a blacksmith shop, then a handyman in the Yinglue Pavilion in the Golden Sword Yanfu, and finally became Yan Sheng's quick son-in-law.

The hard climbing along this road is all like this.

It is nothing more than forbearance when we are weak, giving up all our faces and striving to reach higher heights.

When you become stronger, you will trample to death those who humiliate, ridicule, and despise yourself!

Take his family property, prostitute his wife and daughter, and torture him face to face!

But now, Ji Yuan is appreciated by the commander Ao.

Not only was he protected by the East Palace, but he even worshipped Qin Tianjian and became a disciple of the prison.

Moreover, the mud leg himself, at a young age, condensed six qi meridians.

Within three years and five years, the realm of martial arts will catch up.

At that time, the family will become a thousand households of Beizhen Fusi, and will take over the commander in the future.

Such a soaring arrogant seed, what should I fight for?

"Wishful thinking... It's better to drink and get drunk!"

Meng Changhe seemed to be out of breath and lay down weakly.

"Has your master ever woken up?"

Suddenly, a deep voice full of energy sounded.

"small……"

Bang!

Then two wooden doors were kicked open.

The spirited and mighty old man stepped over the threshold and waved his sleeves to sweep away the rotten smell.

The surging air was like a strong wind blowing flags, causing the room to crackle, and the tables and chairs screens fell down.

"Meng Changhe, why did this old man take a fancy to you, you rubbish!

As a thousand households, he was brought down by a horseman, dismissed and dismissed from office, and lost his rank!

Now it is even more reluctant to make progress, and it has become a puddle of mud! "

Yan Sheng narrowed his eyes, his beard and hair were all stretched out, and his voice was cold:

"If it wasn't for this old man to dredge up and down, do you think you could escape the prison?

Lan Maowen and Lan Hong, both of them are remnants of the Bone Dao!

Especially that Lan Hong, he was able to infiltrate Beizhen Fusi, thanks to the vacancies of one hundred households under your command Lin Lu!

I pooped myself, but asked the old man to wipe it for you!

What a great prospect, worthy son-in-law! "

Meng Changhe sat up silently, clenching his palm tightly.

However, Yan Sheng was allowed to scold wantonly, but remained silent.

From the outsider's point of view, he entered the family and became the quick son-in-law of the Jindaoyan Mansion.

It can be said that the ancestral grave smoked green smoke and hit the big luck.

But over the years, in order to cling to the Yan Mansion, he has made a name for himself.

How much humiliation has been endured, how can those bastards understand!

"You are lucky to have a life left, and I am also grateful to Ji Jiulang for not beating the underdog.

Otherwise, he wants to pinch you to death, just move a finger! "

After Yan Sheng put his hands together, he frowned and looked at Meng Changhe, who lowered his head and said nothing, and said coldly:

"Beijing Fusi, you can't go back, for Jin Niang's sake, the old man will give you two ways to survive.

Or go to the Yinglue Hall to be a teacher and teach those noble children the art of spear and stick;

Or... go to the military and make a name for yourself.

The way has been found for you, enter the command of Ying Yangwei Zhao Da, and become a pro-military. "

Meng Changhe smiled sadly, and seemed to look away, and said with a sullen look:

"Father-in-law, I've already become a lump of mud and can't support the wall, so why do you need to make plans.

Fame? Even if I go to the border and kill a million demons, is it better than the prince's favor? "

At the beginning of his confinement in the mansion, when he thought about it behind closed doors.

He couldn't swallow that bad breath, his mind was full of revenge and hatred, trampling on Liaodong's mud legs.

But with the news of the looting of Wannian County, the Dangping Tianjing Three Gangs, and the killing of a guest of the country, how could one get the least bit of anger?

"Hmph, Meng Changhe, do you think the Yan Mansion will raise waste that eats free food?

In the seven or eight years you entered the Beizhen Fusi, how much did the old man spend to get in?

Supplying martial arts supplies, helping you exchange blood six times, and making meritorious deeds many times, this is how you got a thousand-household seat!

mud? Even if you are a piece of shit, you have to sell the old man a good price!

Otherwise... you simply divorce Jin Niang, leave the house, and the old man will find another marriage for her! "

There was a wave in Meng Changhe's eyes, and his eyes like stagnant water suddenly burst into two balls of brilliance.

"Father-in-law... I, I can be a teacher, teach some guns and sticks in the future, and have a good birthday, isn't that okay?"

Yan Sheng couldn't help sneering and said contemptuously:

"An birthday? You don't pee and take pictures of yourself, are you worthy?

A mud-legged son of Nanhe Prefecture, his parents are tenants, and he can't turn himself over for a lifetime!

Without the old man's fancy, can you get into the official body? From a small flag to a thousand households?

Since you have relied on the general trend of the Jindao Yanfu, you will be a servant of the Yanfu all your life!

Son-in-law, just a nice name.

Relying on the power of Beizhen Fusi, you have made many enemies and caused many troubles, and you understand in your heart.

After leaving the Yan Mansion, is there a place for you in Tianjing City?

Do you want to go back to your hometown in despair? "

Yan Sheng's words were piercing hearts, like swords were fired in unison, stabbing Meng Changhe's face wildly.

That sinister arrogance emerged again and again.

"You want to teach guns and sticks? Yes!

Your senior brothers, they all have Jin Niang in their hearts, and this old man will just choose a good son-in-law. "

Yan Sheng stood at the door, blocking the light outside the house.

A huge shadow casts down.

Like a majestic mountain, pressing on Meng Changhe's heart.

"Does it have to be so?"

This shady man whose original name was Meng Sangou, who was originally Qianhu of Fusi County, Beizhen, murmured in a low voice.

The commander of Yingyangwei, Zhao Da, was one of the Thirteen Taibaos and the adopted son of Duke Liang.

If he enters the other party's command, it is inevitable that he will meet the prosperous Liaodong mud legs.

Then... how can it be good?

"Changhe Xian-in-law, you have been in Tianjing for so many years, why can't you understand it?

You are going to teach gun and stick, but how can a gun and stick instructor keep a house in the inner city and a beautiful wife?

You must have forgotten that among those poor worms who were trampled to death by you, many of them were mediocre and useless people who were incompetent and could not keep their family business.

What happened to them? "

Yan Sheng's patience seemed to be exhausted, and he left the last sentence coldly.

"The old man has said all his good and bad words, you can think about it yourself."

Before he finished speaking, the mighty figure turned and left.

The blazing sun finally shone into the house, but it couldn't reach Meng Changhe.

He was hiding in the thick shadows, and he couldn't see the specific face clearly.

After a long time, Meng Changhe let out a long breath.

He took off his dirty robe and put on a black suit.

Gather the loose hair and tighten the crooked jade crown.

"Where is madam?"

By the time he got out of the house, it was already dark.

The two servants bowed their heads and replied:

"Madam is staying at Wo Yuxuan..."

Click it.

Two crisp sounds.

"Damn chops."

Meng Changhe let go of his big hand, his eyes indifferent.

He didn't even look at the broken throat bones, and the two servants who fell softly went straight to Wo Yuxuan.

Passing through the two corridors, you will see an elegant building.

Meng Changhe was expressionless, reached out and pushed open the door.

The wind chimes rang softly, alarming the white-skirted woman sitting on the couch.

"Husband...you see..."

The woman in the white dress has beautiful eyebrows, and she speaks well.

It's just a childish tone, quite a bit silly.

She held two ragdolls in her hands, and the stitches on the surface were rough and not good-looking.

One has to be carefully identified to see that one is a man in an official robe and the other is a woman in a red wedding gown.

"Jin Niang... have you been having a good time?"

Meng Changhe's tone was a little awkward, and he bent down to stroke his hair.

But as if thinking of something, there was a hint of disgust in his eyes.

"Yanran doesn't allow me to go out, she always asks me to take medicine... Husband, you promise to take me to see the lanterns and go to the market.

It doesn't matter what you say, you are all liars. "

The woman in the white dress pursed her mouth, and the child turned her back like she was angry.

"When I'm done, I'll take you there. Listen to Yanran's words and don't get angry."

Meng Changhe felt sad. Even though he had experienced many things over the years, he still remembered that when he was a handyman in the Yinglue Hall, he angered a senior brother.

Ask seven or eight people to block in the corner and beat them to death.

It was Jin Niang who, like a pitiful wild dog on the roadside, brought the wound medicine to bandage.

That was about the first time Meng Changhe had tasted that someone cared.

"My husband is the best to me... I secretly overheard Yanran say that the wife who passed the door will give birth to an heir for her husband, otherwise she will be kicked out."

The woman in the white dress seemed to be coaxing, but she smiled happily, and then whispered:

"Jin Niang will definitely work hard to give birth to a child, husband, please don't chase me, okay?"

Meng Changhe's heart was like a sharp knife rolling, thinking of Yan Sheng's lewd power, and thinking of the years of humiliation, he forced himself to squeeze out a smile:

"Why did your husband drive you away? I will accompany Jinniang for the rest of my life."

The woman in the white dress looked excited and clapped her hands:

"Hang on a hook for a hundred years."

Meng Changhe nodded and said:

"a hundred years."

The two hands were hooked together lightly.

"By the way, husband, Jin Niang has a present for you."

The woman in the white dress carefully took out something from her sleeve as if she was hiding a treasure.

Brass-colored, with red rust and a bit of mud, as if it had just been dug out of the soil.

This is a worn ring.

"Does it look good?"

The woman in the white dress asked expectantly.

"It looks pretty tight."

Meng Changhe took the copper ring.

He wears it lightly on his fingers.

The notch on the edge cuts through the flesh.

Even cut the wound.

Tiny bloodstains seep into the brass ring.

boom!

The endless sea of ​​blood was like a raging wave, smashing Meng Changhe's sea of ​​consciousness.

He saw a boundless and stalwart god sitting high on the skull and the mountain of corpses piled up in Jingguan.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god..."

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PS: The follow-up of the profiteers in the computer city is that the communication fails, the police, mediation, the memory sticks are recovered, and the money is lost.

But what's irritating is that today I called my brother over to install a new graphics card. He asked me, why do you only have one 8g standard card for each computer, and then I saw the order from JD.com. strips, and before that, I also unwrapped my vest strips into ordinary strips~

PS2: Go to him tomorrow.