Mysterious World, I Can Change My Destiny

Jing Dynasty, Datong for sixty-four years.

In the middle of the night, the lights in Tianjing were dim.

There was a rolling roar and thunder, from far to near, ran over the sky.

The blazing electric light suddenly ripped apart the night and illuminated a dilapidated house in Nanmen Hutong.

At the same time, Ji Yuan opened his eyes on the cold and hard bed in the main room.

Like a nightmare, he sat up suddenly.

Empty eyes, no expression at all.

After a while, Ji Yuan seemed to wake up from a big dream and thought silently in his heart:

"Jingchao...Tianjing...Liaodong refugees...Ji Jiulang...Black Dragon Terrace!?"

He subconsciously raised his hand and touched his chest, there were no bullet holes.

Dead, but not completely dead?

"I never imagined that my undercover career for several years would end in such a way..."

Ji Yuan's heart is full of mixed feelings, his past is like a smoke, he graduated from the police academy, undercover, overseas, horse boy, trading, closing the net, murdered...

"Alright, the days of dancing on the tip of the knife are too tiring..."

He lowered his head and smiled.

Accepted quickly.

Anyway, I am an orphan, and I have no parents to support my family.

The only regret is probably that he did not live to receive the medal.

"hiss!"

When his mood was floating, Ji Yuan suddenly covered his head and gasped.

It seems that a red-hot iron drill penetrates the Tianling cover.

piping hot!

Fiery!

pain!

Countless scattered pictures were stuffed in.

Chaos!

"It turns out that 'I' is also called Ji Yuan? I have the same name and surname. It seems that this is also a tradition of time travel."

Ji Yuan twitched the corner of his mouth, seeming to be amused.

He swayed, resisting the tingling sensation of his temples swollen and throbbing, immersed in the flashing memory fragments.

This Ji Jiulang, originally from Liaodong, was born in Jiubian Junzhen.

His father was a small flag officer in the Fusi Division of Taipei Town, Heilong, Jingchao.

Later, he was dispatched by Shangguan to Liaodong, where he entered the Delong Trading Company as a hidden stake to investigate the smuggling case of salt and iron in Xishan Prefecture.

Hidden for several years, collecting a lot of hard evidence, but unexpectedly revealed his deeds when reporting the letter.

Almost all the family members were silenced, and only Ji Yuan was rescued and survived.

He was brought to Tianjing by Ji Chengzong, the second uncle of Nanzhen Fusi, and brought up.

Now it's the year when my hair is tied, and I just took the errand of Tiqi...

A messy fragment intertwined into the past, as if the speed was eight times faster, flashing in front of Ji Yuan's eyes.

Liaodong, eight years of severe drought, and eight years of heavy snow.

Every year natural disasters make people live in hardships, and they have reached the point of helplessness to sell their children and sell their daughters.

Especially the villages around the military town fortress are even more dangerous.

Inside there are military leaders who kill the people and take advantage of their merits, while outside there are barbarians who fight grass and valleys.

Not to mention the tyrannical landlords and the gentry clan.

Those big networks of relationships make people nowhere to escape.

It is hard to find a way of life for a good family household who is honest and does not want to be a thief.

Either sell yourself as a servant, or gather in the mountains and forests.

"People don't look like people, ghosts don't look like ghosts... Jing Chao has set the whole world for a period of time, and it is a prosperous world where fire cooks oil and flowers are brocade! How can it become like this?!"

These memories are too real, just like what he has seen, heard, and experienced personally, Ji Yuan's expression became heavy, and there was a bit of grief and doubt in his eyes.

Before he could continue to think about it, there was a sharp pain in his chest.

It was like a fire, but it gave birth to a bit of gloomy meaning.

Under the entanglement of the two, it makes people want to die.

"This... when did 'I' get hurt?"

Ji Yuan unbuttoned his jacket, looked down, and saw a black palm print on his chest.

Its color is deep, as if poisoned.

"It's just passed through, and it's going to be dead soon?"

Ji Yuan's heart moved, and he searched for clues from the boundless sea of ​​consciousness.

After a long time, he finally remembered the cause and effect, and his eyes showed coldness.

Everything stems from the vacant official position of the old father who is loyal to the country.

According to the laws of the Jing Dynasty, court officials had three kinds of grace.

One is a world reward, with a civil servant of the seventh rank or above, and his son can enjoy the imperial stipend.

If you make a contribution, you can directly enter the Imperial College and become a prison student.

The second is hereditary, the father died and the son succeeded, and most of the military generals in Jiubian Junzhen came from this.

The third is Yinzi. If the father is a high-ranking official, there is no need to wait, and he can directly apply for an official position of the fifth-rank for his son.

And so on, even if it is a minor official from the seventh grade.

You can also get an unpopular classic history, a postman.

Ji Yuan's father was a small banner officer of Beizhen Fusi, who happened to be from the seventh grade.

Later, he assisted in the cracking of the salt and iron smuggling case in Xishan Prefecture. Although he died, he was still sealed by Heilongtai.

The hundred households who were promoted to the sixth grade were specially given flying fish clothes and embroidered spring knives as a reward.

If there is no accident, follow the normal procedure.

Ji Yuan should directly fill his father's vacancy and become the youngest Hundred-House Lord in Beizhen Fusi.

But today is not what it used to be, and this is not the beginning of the Jing Dynasty.

The law is one thing, the implementation is another.

Heilongtai has great powers, supervises hundreds of officials, and inspects the world.

One hundred households earning thirty-four taels of silver a month, wearing a flying fish suit, carrying an embroidered spring knife, and holding a book of impermanence.

There are 120 people in charge of the tyrannical cavalry. Wherever they pass, who is disrespectful to give three points?

There are a lot of people wanting to spend money to fill this shortage of fat.

Where can one get such a moneyless and powerless scumbag as Ji Yuan?

"Lin Baihu of Beizhen Fusi had previously shied away, saying that I was too young and my martial arts skills were too low to convince the public, so I only gave him a horse..."

Ji Yuan narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows.

The official ranks of Beizhen Fusi are, from high to low, Commander, Thousand Households, Deputy Thousand Households, Hundred Households, Trial Hundred Households, General Banner, and Small Banner.

The so-called "Tiqi", without grades and grades, can only be regarded as guards, belong to the minor officials, and have no official position.

"That Lin Baihu is clearly deceiving 'I', who has no father, no mother, and no strong backer, so he can only handle it!"

Ji Yuan's heart was calm, and he pressed the fire on his chest for the time being.

In his previous life, he had seen many such disgusting things.

What was supposed to be his own was taken away for nothing.

Not only that, but sometimes you have to step on your feet, without leaving any decency.

Ji Yuan knew that if he could bear it for a while.

Then it has become a soft persimmon that everyone can deceive, and there will be hardships to eat in the future.

The word "reason" is not universal.

From what I saw from the original body, that fat pig-like Lin Baihu was a real villain who didn't get up early for no benefit.

No matter what kind of errand or case, as long as it passes his hand, at least a layer of oil and water will be scraped off.

"'Me' and Lin Baihu failed to achieve a result. In the end, not only was he assigned to be a horse rider, and he patrolled the streets every day.

Two days ago, 'I' went to inspect the cargo at the terminal, which attracted the Cao Gang, caused a conflict, and was injured by someone..."

Ji Yuan's thoughts flickered, and he clarified the matter from beginning to end.

There are many oddities in it.

Ji Yuan works leisurely every day, just going to the Yamen Dianmao, and then patrolling the streets.

The main scope is in the North Gate Sanfang.

Yongding River Wharf, located in Ping'an Square, Ximen, is not under his control at all.

Why would you go to check the goods and provoke the Cao Gang?

"That fat pig wants to design 'me'? What is it for? Let me hand over the 100 vacancies left by my father? So that he can do business?"

Ji Yuan's heart is like a mirror, and he immediately guessed that he was inseparable.

He roamed the border in his previous life, and he had never seen anything from the Three Religions and Nine Classes.

Not younger than the original body, only knows the world is dangerous, but does not understand the human heart and ghosts.

"That Cao Gang, and the leader of the gang who shot to hurt 'me', maybe they are all a group of people... Murdering the court officials, according to the laws of the law, they will be slaughtered! You can take care of an unranked horse, but Much easier."

Understanding clearly, Ji Yuan took a deep breath.

There was not much worry in his eyes, but a playful smile appeared.

He is such a rebellious temperament, he is not afraid of trouble, does not cause trouble, and does not avoid trouble.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to do it well in his previous life, and he would be among those wicked smugglers.

Undercover for several years, until the final closing of the net began to reveal his identity.

Tatata!

There was a sound of rapid footsteps.

Someone came to the main room under the pouring rain and stepped on the water.

Ji Yuan closed his shirt and closed his eyes.

Lying down as usual, there were intermittent voices in his ears.

"Mr. Zhou, I'm really sorry for bothering you in the middle of the night..."

A thick male voice came through the door.

"It's okay, it's important to save people."

It seems to be an old man.

Crunch!

The wooden door is old and makes a harsh sound.

The two figures stepped into the main room one after the other and lit the oil lamps.

The old man at the head had white hair and beard, and was carrying a medicine box on his back.

The middle-aged man following behind was Ji Yuan's second uncle, Ji Chengzong.

I saw him wearing a bullfighting suit and a waist knife, and his face was full of anxiety:

"Mr. Zhou, my nephew was injured and he was in a coma for two days without waking up... The doctor at Qianjintang invited several doctors, only to say that the internal organs were damaged, and ordinary medicines are difficult to cure, so I thought of asking You come to the door."

The old man put down the medicine box and walked quickly to the bed.

First, he glanced at Ji Yuan who was "in a coma", and then stretched out two fingers to uncover his undershirt.

Seeing the black palm print, he frowned and asked coldly:

"Is it from the Cao Gang? 'Iron Sand Palm' Luo Lie?"

Ji Chengzong nodded, and there was hatred in his words:

"It's this vicious thief! Relying on his relationship with the Wucheng Soldier and Ma Si, he acts in a lawless manner, and even the Beizhen Fusi dares to stroke the tiger's whiskers!"

The old gentleman Zhou lightly pressed Ji Yuan's chest, and then took the pulse of his wrist, his eyes suddenly changed, and he said in surprise:

"Hey! Ji Zongqi, Jiulang is saved! He was originally hit by Luo Lie's iron sand palm. His martial arts are sinister and poisonous. There are cold and heat in the palm, and the most is to consume the essence and destroy the flesh.

It stands to reason that after two days of cooking, Kuro should have run out of oil.

However, when I checked the pulse just now, the old man found that although Jiulang's injury had not improved, and the pulse was vain, there was a vitality in his body.

Alright alright, he has survived the hardest level!

Later, the old man will prescribe some medicines that strengthen blood and qi. It should be fine after a few months, but the root of the disease may fall. Every autumn and winter, it is easy to contract the disease of wind and cold! "

Mr. Zhou carefully looked at the young man lying on the bed, feeling strange in his heart.

Such an injury, even if it is changed to a one-level martial artist with great conviction, is difficult to cure.

Unlucky, Ji Jiulang took a deep breath and kept the vitality in his body.

"It's good to be able to save lives!"

Ji Chengzong sighed.

As for the root cause.

Think about it later.

"Your family, Jiulang, auspicious people have their own celestial appearance."

Mr. Zhou sighed with emotion and turned around to write the recipe.

Ji Chengzong quickly thanked him and went out with him later.

Now that the curfew has not yet arrived, it is necessary to quickly grab the medicinal materials.

The door was closed, and the room fell silent.

"Fortunately, I can't die."

Ji Yuan opened his eyes and exhaled softly.

The mind is about to relax,

Suddenly,

A violent dizziness rushed to the forehead,

Came quickly and quickly!

Very abrupt!

In the sea of ​​​​knowledge tossing and rolling, with a "swipe", a large and large flow of information emerged.

Those mysterious patterns that seem to contain different powers are constantly intertwined and evolved.

In the end, a quaint picture scroll that is as bright as the sun is formed!