Mysterious World, I Can Change My Destiny

The three-day scene passed in a blink of an eye.

The peculiar experience of refining fate, which was like a dream, made Ji Yuan gain a lot.

The original body was born in Liaodong and grew up in Junzhen.

I have seen the sound of horses looting, and I have seen frontier troops mowing the grass.

But for the scene outside the customs, there is still no clear understanding.

Only know that the remnant tribes of the Baiman Dynasty abandoned all beliefs in the evil gods, were invaded by different forces, and have degraded to a situation where they drank blood.

The nature is extremely ferocious, and even cannibalism and cannibalism.

All dynasties and dynasties have regarded this kind of alienated people as a serious problem to their confidants and must be eradicated.

"Jing Chao's Nine Borders and Seventeen Guards, the three realms of blood exchange are eligible to be selected for the elite iron cavalry. What realm should those princes and Marquis be? This world is very vast."

Ji Yuan felt that his horizons were suddenly opened up.

It was a kind of sudden enlightenment that had truly seen a higher world.

He thought of millions of blood-changing warriors forming an army, wearing three layers of talisman armor, and red-blooded dragons and horses under their crotch.

Behind it are thunder artillery, divine arm crossbow, iron tire bow, mysterious golden arrow...

What six true traditions, Jianghu martial arts.

Everyone should be trembling and bowing their heads.

"But then again, Jing Chao has to raise millions of tigers and wolves a year, military salaries, food and grass, medicinal herbs, armor, horses, military merit promotion... just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle.

His Royal Highness, who had been in custody for twenty years, was able to grasp all of these things clearly, without making any mistakes. He was also a character with powerful means. It was no wonder that even King Yan, who was born with a vision, couldn't compete with him. "

After a while of thinking, Ji Yuan began to breathe again.

Qi and blood were driven to flow throughout the body, and the muscles, bones, and skin made a trembling sound.

As the inner training progressed, a complex and detailed pattern of the human body seemed to emerge in his mind.

The traces of accumulated internal energy have covered the five internal organs, showing a faint red color.

The hands and feet, the front and back of the chest and abdomen, and the spine dragon are also involved.

If that red, it can cover the whole body.

It is the Great Perfection of Inner Refinement!

It is clear.

Ji Yuan is still far behind, probably only about 60% completed.

If you simply seek to break through the realm, it's okay to have a lower level of inner refining.

Anyway, after the exchange of blood in the three realms, you can easily cut the marrow and make up for it.

But he wants to take the martial arts exam and earn fame, and most of the opponents he meets are generals.

Inner training can't be perfect, and there will be a line in the competition.

"There are still 100 points of white Dao Yun left, which is not enough to improve the "Golden Bell Cover". After the first trial today, I must go to Liulichang."

About half an hour passed, the breathing gradually weakened, Ji Yuan opened his eyes.

Instructor Wei said that the five internal organs of low-grade martial arts, and the six internal organs of middle-grade martial arts, can master the three hundred and sixty sections of the human body.

"Through the strict control of martial arts and Great Dan, Jing Dynasty has firmly suppressed the proliferation of civil force, and to a large extent has put an end to the ban on the use of martial arts by knights, so that nine out of ten masters in the world come from the imperial court!"

Ji Yuan couldn't help sighing with emotion that the sage's method really took all the troops from the world to enrich the central arsenal.

This is also the real reason why an inner training method is so hard to find in the outer city.

The secrets of martial arts are almost all attributed to the imperial court, and it is difficult to access them without a path.

So, this brings a serious drawback.

That is the monopoly and exploitation of the bottom by the noble and famous families.

The lecture hall is the most notable example.

"It's useless to think too much. I'm just a little horse. I can manage anything. The saint may not be able to see this layer, but... it can't be solved."

Ji Yuan cleared his mind, put on the cloud eagle robe and prepared to go out.

The second uncle, Ji Chengzong, learned that today was the first trial of the Taianfang Lecture Martial Arts Hall, and he specially let his aunt wash it before sending it over.

Lock the courtyard door and just walked out of Nanmen Hutong.

Ji Yuan saw a large group of people waiting outside with smiles on their faces, including Ping Xiaoliu, whom he had seen last time.

"Kuro! You have to give us Tai'an Fang a fight!"

"Yeah, Brother Xiaojiu, if you get hit, the pancakes at the old Zhang's stall will be open to eat in the future, no money!"

"What nonsense, the official of Jiulang Tangtang Beizhen Fusi can eat my pancakes for nothing!"

"Kiulang, do you have a sweetheart? My daughter is just at the age of the scorpion, and she looks beautiful..."

All kinds of ardent words rushed over, killing Ji Yuan by surprise.

He thought to himself, it was like seeing him off for the college entrance examination in his previous life.

"Why are the flat-headed people in our hutong worse than the young masters and sons? Xiaojiu will definitely win! Surely he will win!"

Ping Xiaoliu hid in the crowd and shouted loudly, setting off a wave of echoes.

"Thank you, everyone, I am here to earn fame and for fame!"

Ji Yuan smiled casually, clasped his fists and said:

"You must do your best and live up to everyone's expectations!"

After all, the corners of his clothes were rolled up and he walked on.

The cloud eagle on the robe was shaking, as if it was about to fly.

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The first test of the martial arts hall was bowing, horse riding and archery.

Located in the inner courtyard shooting range.

There are not many students.

Together, there are about thirty or forty people.

Scattered outside the field.

They were discussing something.

In the hall, an old man with black clothes and white hair, Shi Shiran, walked out.

Standing tall, he opened his mouth and said:

"This preliminary test is divided into three types of targets: fifty steps, two hundred steps, and five hundred steps.

The same is true for bows, ebony bows, white ox bows, and iron tire bows.

Each candidate has three bags of quivers, with ten quivers in each bag, and the one who hits the most targets wins. "

The old man spoke in a full-fledged voice, and he spread the word to the inner courtyard, and he had a strong and firm meaning.

At a glance, you can see that the skills are profound and extraordinary.

He is the head of the Tai'anfang Jiangwu Hall, Chai Qingsong.

Mainly responsible for admission of candidates, assessment of results, and reporting to six departments.

This position is not high in quality, but it is mostly held by highly respected people from the Hanlin Academy and Guozijian, which should not be underestimated.

"I'll keep in mind what the boss said."

Many candidates were awe-inspiring, and each of them did not dare to make mistakes, and nodded in agreement.

Everyone knows that three thousand years ago, hundreds of schools respected martial arts.

Especially the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism have learned from their strengths and achieved the highest achievements.

Most of the magic tricks in the world today come from them.

Even the most prosperous military strategists in ZTE had to pinch their noses to admit this fact.

Therefore, don't underestimate the Confucian scholar who has a rich head and a poor scripture.

It is very likely that the opening of the mouth is a splendid poem, which transforms the vast sword energy, with one enemy against one hundred.

"Headmaster Wei, where is the Liaodong young man you praised before?"

The old man asked with a smile.

"Reporting to Chai Zhang, no one has arrived yet."

Wei Yang is not anxious, and there is plenty of time for the first test.

Unless you give up the exam and don't come directly, you won't be late and miss it.

"I read on the roster that he is a high-quality person with strength like a tiger? Maybe he will win the first place in the first test of bowing, horse riding and archery?"

The old man asked again.

"The first name should not be good. Although Ji Yuan is a son of a military family in Liaodong, he is good at horseback and archery, but he may not be very good.

As you know from Chai Zhangshi, the art of archery takes time to hone, and it is difficult to become a master without thousands of bows and targets. "

Wei Yang sighed.

He didn't underestimate Ji Yuan's ability.

Only in the field of archery, the poor and the poor are indeed at a disadvantage.

An ordinary ebony bow costs about forty taels of silver, not to mention the consumption of arrows.

In addition, you can’t just shoot fixed targets. Every spring and autumn, you have to go up to the mountains to hunt around, shooting pheasants, mountain rabbits, and deer…

After calculating these accounts, even the ordinary wealthy households in Tianjing City could not support it.

"Chai Zhangshi, hasn't the adopted son of Duke Liang's arrived yet?"

Wei Yang asked with a frown.

"Yang Xiu... This son has a fierce reputation. He doesn't seem to have a well-behaved temperament. How can he arrive early."

The old man shook his head again and again, if it wasn't for the housekeeper of Duke Liang who came to ask for it, it would be hard to refuse.

He is unwilling to make an exception, skip the registration process, and directly recruit the other party.

"Yang Xiu was expelled from Tianjing by Duke Liang at the age of seventeen and transferred to Xishan House to suppress bandits. At that time, he was at the level of internal training, and now he should be a master."

Wei Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help worrying about Ji Yuan.

Rumor has it that the adopted son of Duke Liang was abandoned by his parents when he was young and raised by a she-wolf.

When I was seven or eight years old, I went down the mountain to steal food, and was surrounded by twenty or so villagers on the spot, and was almost beaten to death by random sticks.

On the way to escort him to the official, he encounters Duke Liang's family.

I don't know why I passed the great luck and became the adopted son.

At the age of twelve, he attained the Great Perfection of external training, and at seventeen he entered the level of internal training.

Afterwards, he entered the martial arts list prepared by the Qin Tianjian, and the comment was "The wolf looks after the prime minister and kills Ruilie".

"It's rare that our martial arts hall can produce a few talents."

The old man looked up at the sky.

It's almost time.