Mysterious World, I Can Change My Destiny

When the Wuzhi Mountain, which was supporting the sky and reaching the ground, lowered its cover and slowly pressed it down.

Ji Yuan suddenly had an illusory illusion that the sky was huge and there was nowhere to escape.

The majestic blood that was raging like fire was almost extinguished by blowing blows.

The surging black water hanging above his head seemed to solidify and flow slowly.

Every time the turbidity current swept through and the big waves slapped, there would be the sound of "Kicha" cracking the ice surface.

The skinny and shriveled old monk gently pressed out his palm, like bursts of muffled thunder and silent explosions.

Within the mediocre five fingers, there is a strong force that will hurt when rubbed and die next to each other!

It is truly amazing to be able to exert such power with only physical strength!

"It's terrifying! When this palm falls, even the sturdy body of steel and iron bones will be crushed to smithereens!"

Ji Yuan's mind and spirit combined with the spirit of the martial arts of the Sanyin Slaughter Sword, and the Zhoutian Dojo opened three feet, and within a few dozen steps of the radius, it was completely visible.

The nine orifices stone people in the sea of ​​consciousness are covered with a lustrous luster, and they are constantly making various postures.

The strong muscles and bones that had been tempered were also pulled, and suddenly made a roar like fried beans.

The pillar dragon raised his head to the sky, and then he lifted his head up, propping up the flesh and blood of his whole body, and abruptly held the power of the killing monk's palm.

"Not bad, not bad! Over the past few days, I have been persistently climbing Mount Sumeru, and it has already paid off!"

The killing monk smiled and deliberately slowed down the speed of his palms.

Every time Ji Yuan's anger grows an inch, his strength becomes stronger.

He did the same, gradually squeezing the surging black water that the Sanyin Slaughtering Sword evolved.

In the wide courtyard, it seemed like water and fire were turbulent, and a large swath of white smoke appeared.

Ji Yuan, who was worthy of the fourth exchange of blood, had cold eyes, but now he is a dragon and a tiger.

Ten qi pulses clanked, like a golden pillar in the sky.

The great river and the great river also had a pure inner breath, scoured the limbs and bones, and continued to trigger the Sanyin Slaughtering Demon Sword.

The condensed silky cold and evil energy turned into a turbulent current, surging black water, and swept the Wuzhi Mountain.

One old and one young, one teacher and one apprentice.

Competing with each other, not giving in to each other.

"After refining the evil into silk, the changes of the Sanyin Demon Slaying Sabre are more flexible, which is hard to prevent!"

The air flow in all directions fell, as if the mighty mountains were suppressing them, hitting the Zhoutian Dojo opened by Ji Yuan.

Boom like thunder!

The solid blue bricks that stood on the ground immediately burst into traces, cracked and shattered!

The surging black water evolved from the Sanyin Killing Yin Dao exploded in an instant.

Thousands of dark and turbid currents condensed with cold and evil spirits splattered and splashed in all directions.

Diffuse all around, forming several layers of thin white frost!

"The key to the Great Seal of Water Characters lies in the utmost yin and softness, turning the force and releasing the force... Only the fierce killing of the Sanyin Slaughtering Sword must be wiped out, in order to resist the five-fingered sluggish palm technique!"

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Ji Yuan's body trembled, his muscles and bones trembling.

The whole person seems to be trapped in the copper wall that shrinks and crushes, and it is difficult to break free.

He remained unhurried and composed.

According to Jiuqiao Stoneman's martial arts perception, he reversed the fate of the Sanyin Slaughter Sword.

The strands of yin evil cold air, which originally passed through the yin meridian and entered the heart meridian, are now reversed.

After ten golden pillars, it suddenly changed.

It turns into a gurgling stream, and embraces the five-fingered mountain of the killing monk.

Soft with toughness, like tangled silk, screeching, killing energy!

This unprovoked change of the antelope with its horns caught the eyes of the old monk.

On his thin and dry face, the color of approval was even more intense, and he said softly:

"Reversing the Three-Yin Slaughtering Sword, defeating the strong with the weak, this kind of agility in the face of the enemy is indeed rare.

It's just... just can't be long, soft can't be kept.

Continue to drag on, always at a disadvantage, and it is difficult to turn over. "

Ji Yuan's eyes flickered, his mind floated, as if he heard the words of the killing monk.

The person took a deep breath, and stepped on the shaking words, like a synchronizing gang stepping.

Boom!

If the whole yard is hit hard, it is crumbling, and it will tip over at any time!

"Mountain roots, water veins! Thousands of mountains and thousands of waters, gather together to form the world!"

Ji Yuan's eyes were cold, and his robes rattled.

I saw the surging black water above his head and his feet on the towering Tianfeng.

Put your palms together, do your best, and shoot out!

The viscous billowing atmosphere is like white waves, like a flooded dragon.

Letting out a long cry, it slammed into the Wuzhi Mountain!

winter!

Like thunder on the ground, the smoke and dust surged and shook like a wave.

Kacha, Kacha, the blue bricks flew over the whole courtyard.

The slate was blown into powder and hit the four walls.

It was as if the crossbow arrows were fired in unison, hitting it with a crackle.

It is riddled with holes, like a honeycomb!

The noise of "chi chi chi" continued, and a large piece of the wall peeled off.

Violent aftershocks oscillated and spread, like muffled thunder, rumbled on the eardrums.

The huge movement almost turned the practice yard upside down.

"With mountains and rivers, strength and softness complement each other, Jiuro is always so surprising."

The killing monk narrowed his eyes and smiled.

He is no longer limited to the physical body, holding the right hand of the copper bowl and turning it down.

Like a needle stabilizing the sea, with golden pillars up to the sky, the compound that was about to collapse was silent.

As soon as the Grandmaster's exterior scene Tiandi appeared, the smoke and dust rising from the sky and the rolling air waves were all stagnant.

The so-called unity of heaven and man!

It is to replace the heart of heaven with one's own heart, and turn the void to change!

As long as you have a thought, you can make the snow flutter in June, and the cold winter will end with the spring breeze!

"Disturbing the peace, sinful sin."

Afterwards, with the old monk waved his sleeves.

The mighty Buddha's light shines on the heaven and the earth, and the aftermath of the tumult is completely absorbed.

Within a moment, the house returned to calm again, as if nothing had happened just now.

"With the skill of exchanging blood, you can be proud of yourself, Jiu Lang.

The killing monk had a kind face and smiled softly:

"The small world in front of you that you have deduced has a somewhat esoteric artistic conception.

With the body of qiu tendons and ribs, the body of ten qi channels, combined with the mountain character seal, there is a palm that presses a thousand peaks and is strong and tyrannical.

Now, using the essence of the Three Yin Slaughtering Demon Sword, condensed into soft and weak water, turbulent and turbid.

This method can completely serve as the foundation and opportunity for you to step into the master in the future. "

Ji Yuan gathered the majestic qi and blood of the hundreds of bones, and felt that after fighting with the killing monk, he would benefit a lot.

As for the unity of landscape and water, it was still broken, but he didn't care at all.

This isn't a battle of victory.

The old monk with the dharma name Linji, is the master of Buddhism, and also cultivated the magic art of breaking the body of the Three World Tathagatas.

He suppressed his Zhoutian Dojo with his bare hands, and smashed the Sanyin Slaughter Sword with his fingers. Everything was reasonable.

You must know that Yang Hong, the Duke of Liang who has been with gold and iron horses for decades.

They were all blocked and blocked outside the capital.

It can be seen that the meritorious deeds of the killing monks are thick and the Buddhadharma is very important.

Ji Yuan, who had changed blood four times, was able to take a few rounds and fight a trick.

It was already this thin and shriveled old monk who had the heart to give advice and did not do his best.

Only then can the Buddha Light Dharma Body be forced out.

Otherwise, if the Grandmaster stretched out a finger, it would be enough to kill a piece of the Blood Exchange Triple Heaven.

How could Ji Yuan be so calm, quietly studying martial arts and deducing exercises.

"But you must keep one thing in mind, drawing on the strengths of a hundred schools of thought, it seems grand and grand, but it needs a very high understanding of martial arts as a support.

Snakes and worms have no bones and bones, so they can only burrow through mud, but cannot sneak into rivers and fly up to nine days, and the same is true of martial arts.

Read a lot of books, get it at your fingertips, see through the essence of the exercises in one fell swoop, and easily integrate into yourself.

Throughout the ages, there have been very few people with this talent, very few.

Only the real arrogance of the ages, the hero of the world, can do it.

If you have thousands of scrolls hidden in your chest, you can be called profound. Try this.

Otherwise, it is just wasting time and wasting time. "

The killing monk sincerely reminded.

According to common sense, the possibility that Ji Yuan has a talent for horizontal training and an extraordinary understanding of martial arts is basically minimal.

If that's the case, there's no reason for him to be buried to this day.

Talented martial arts, no one can hide it.

Such recognized geniuses as Jiang Yingwu and Wang Zhongdao have long been looted by the three religions and six lineages.

This is the cultivation seed that is directly listed as the true inheritance after getting started, how can it be let go! ?

"Thank you for the advice from the master, this junior has written it down."

Ji Yuan bowed his hands to show his respect.

He has the Jiuqiao Stone Man who was born and raised.

Martial arts comprehension will never lose to any Tianjiao of the three religions and six lineages.

Maybe even better.

After all, human energy is limited.

Even a martial arts lunatic who is addicted to cultivation has to eat and sleep to recharge his batteries.

It is impossible to be sleepless at twelve o'clock, just to study the profound mysteries of the exercises.

"The mountain character seal, the water character seal, the two seals are combined, and the hardness and softness are combined.

But if I want to perfect my Zhoutian Dojo, there are still six spiritual conceptions of 'heaven', 'earth', 'ze', 'wind', 'thunder', and 'fire'.

Only in this way can we reach the supreme state of endless life and use of all things! "

Ji Yuan's eyelids drooped, thoughtfully.

The party he envisioned would overwhelm Zhou Tian and control the dojo in front of Hun Yuan.

It is not something that is created out of nothing, but a reference to what we have seen in previous lives, combined with what we know in this life.

Using the essence and essence contained in the secret art, it evolves the unpredictable wind and thunder, mountains and lakes, water and fire, and refines it into the eight forces, which are combined with the empty and the empty.

In this way, a real and unreal world is formed, and it is invincible.

"Fufu Mountain King Sutra, the Three Yin Demon Swords, one is a magical skill, the other is a unique skill.

In this way, I still need six martial arts exercises of similar level. "

Ji Yuan exhaled a white breath, and his eyes flickered slightly.

I wondered if I could exchange the accumulated merits for a few doors from the Black Dragon Terrace.

...

...

East Palace, Warm Pavilion.

Yan Xing, a senior scholar of Wenyuange, with wrinkles in all directions and showing his age, stood respectfully outside the curtain.

He wears a lacquer gauze head with a lacquer, and a purple robe with wide sleeves and a coiled collar. He has a crane patch on his chest and back, and a tooth plaque and a fringe on his waist.

His hair and beard are all white, and his waist is slightly hunched.

If it weren't for the official uniform of the cabinet scholar, walking in the Tianjing City, outsiders would probably regard him as an ordinary little old man.

"Your Highness, do you want to move Liaodong?"

Yan Xing asked slowly, with a hint of lukewarmness.

"That's right, it's been twenty years since Ben Gong was in custody of the country.

What he has done is nothing more than to balance the court, control the center, contain the localities, gather financial power, and barely maintain the situation.

Nowadays, the borders are powerful, and the military generals are domineering. They increasingly ignore the imperial court and regard the people as livestock.

It seems to have become a piece of rotten meat that everyone knows but pretends to be invisible. "

Bai Hanzhang did not lift his head, but held a red pen to review the memorial.

"Sitting on the high position of the prince, this palace can not only see the every move of the ministers, but also the suffering of the people of the Qing Dynasty.

Since ancient times, emperors have been called kings and fathers. Since I am a king, and I am a father, can I still be a blind man, pretending to be ignorant? "

Yan Xing lowered Huabai's head even lower, he understood the deep meaning of His Royal Highness's words.

There is some dissatisfaction, and some knocking.

The minister of the cabinet has the monstrous authority to participate in the maintenance of the machine and assist in the affairs of the state.

Forty-nine palaces in the Jing Dynasty, tens of thousands of memorials in one hundred and twenty states.

The first is to enter the six departments, to the cabinet, and finally to the East Palace.

When it gets bigger, it can be left and right in the courtroom.

In a small way, you can control the situation.

Moreover, Yan Xing is one of the six important scholars in the cabinet.

The current Minister of Officials, Zhao Congzhe, and the Minister of Rites, Yun Wentian, are his disciples and juniors.

He is also a Siye from the Shangyin Academy, and has the cultivation of a great Confucian master. He is indeed the head of the civil servants of the Manchu Dynasty!

Such a profound prestige, such a grand identity.

But he never mentioned the Liaodong border pass to the East Palace!

There is no doubt that there is a possibility of losing the trust of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

"Reporting to Your Highness, it's not a vegetarian meal for the old minister's corpse.

The old minister was a civil official, and he rashly intervened with the generals, the guards, and the border garrison.

Not only is it difficult to play a role, but it is easy to cause the disgust and hostility of the Ministry of War and the nobles.

I am afraid that it will lead to a civil and military confrontation and a situation of incompatibility. "

Yan Xing lowered his eyebrows and answered sincerely.

He is a civil servant, not a general.

It follows the concept of self-cultivation, governing the country and the world in the Confucian sect.

Even if you become a great master, you will be among the best in the world.

In the face of Bai Hanzhang, who has a dragon vein and a body, he is still a king and a minister, and he must not go beyond the rules.

"Old Yan Ge, are you really thinking about this, or are you worried about angering the still-living princes?

Or, do you think that if you advocate to clear the border, it will not succeed, cause turmoil, and damage your reputation as Wenzong? "

Different from the cordiality when he met Ji Yuan, Bai Hanzhang was not angry and arrogant at this time.

He sat behind the big eucalyptus, like a real dragon entrenched, overlooking all living beings.

There are shares that are self-evident, like a deep aura like a sea.

Yan Xing's heart trembled, and he quickly replied:

"The old minister has no such heart!"

Bai Hanzhang clenched his fingers tightly and tickled the red pen with all his strength.

Then he raised his head, his eyes were deep, and he looked directly at the senior scholar of Wenyuange, and said:

"Since that's the case, you already know the plan of this palace, why do you need to ask more?"

Yan Xing responded with a straight face, and said solemnly:

"The old minister wants to remind His Highness that Jiubian is the top priority of the Jing Dynasty and should not act rashly.

Especially in eastern Liaoning, the climate is bitter and cold, and it is extremely difficult to manage major disasters year after year.

Coupled with the sturdy folk customs, there are hordes of roaring horses, looting caravans everywhere.

If there are no four princes and eight generals, who should be sent to guard?

At that time, there may be more chaos. "

Bai Hanzhang looked sullen and asked calmly:

"Is there any other reason?

Yan Ge may wish to continue talking. "

Yan Xing lowered his head, paused slightly, and continued:

"The most critical point is that outside the Liaodong Pass, the remnant tribes of Baiman are still lingering, and there is always the possibility of a resurgence.

There was turmoil in the Liaodong Pass, and the word was leaked.

They will definitely form an alliance and work together to attack the city gate.

His Royal Highness has the people of Limin in his heart, which is a blessing of Jing Dynasty.

But please also focus on the overall situation, it is better to wait until the sage is successful.

At that time, we will naturally be able to clean up the unhealthy wind and sweep away the decadence of corruption and dictatorship! "

Bai Hanzhang sighed lightly, the corners of his mouth evoked self-deprecation, meaning inexplicably:

"What you have said is worthy of an old man's prudence.

However, have the six cabinet departments ever thought of a possibility?

What if the saint does not go out? "

Yan Xing's turbid eyes suddenly flashed a gleam of light.

Immediately, he seemed to be horrified by the last rebellious words.

Meng Ran knelt down to the ground, not daring to look up.

Bai Hanzhang didn't seem to care, and continued to ask:

"You think, since you have waited for twenty years, what does it matter if you wait another fifty or sixty years?

But he never thought about it, first wait until the border is completely eroded and hopeless, endangering the court?

Or wait until the remnants of the hundred barbarian tribes kill each other and kill each other?

Could it be that you forgot the sentence of Jianzheng's criticism to the Baiman royal family?

Since then, I have not dared to dominate the roost, and all my troops have been sold out... Back then, the Red Turban Rebels seemed to be powerful and swept the world.

In fact, it is a piece of loose sand, vulnerable to a single blow.

And the hundred barbarian royal family controlled the sacred artifact of Sheji, held millions of elite soldiers, and drove hundreds of millions of slaves.

I want to wipe out the rebel army, but I can't help it.

But they all felt that they could wait, as if it were a joke.

Sit and watch the rebels fight internally and collect the benefits of the fisherman.

The result is... a crushing defeat, living like a mouse outside Liaodong Pass! "

Yan Xing was silent, he felt the firm determination of His Royal Highness.

Undoubted, unshakable!

To recall the old story of Baiman is to juxtapose the national fortunes of the Jing Dynasty and Liaodong on an equal footing.

Anyone who gets in the way will be a traitor and thief who will harass the court.

"In the end, the hundred barbarian dynasty ended with all the troops and the end of the national fortune.

This palace does not want Jingchao to be like this.

If Liaodong really suffers severe disasters year after year, then govern it;

If there are many roaring horses, then slay them;

The city gate is in turmoil, then calm down.

We must not ask frontier military generals to coerce the imperial court with this, and support the troops with self-respect! "

Bai Hanzhang said word by word, decisively.